#and that your 22nd year is everything you could hope for and more

[yangjeongin]

your year in every color . . . happy birthday LEE FELIX!

[dirtysvthoughts]

under the neon lights

tags/warnings: smut, pwp, boyfriend! jihoon, switch! jihoon & reader, at the universe factory (cause why not), dick sucking, some dirty talk, pet names (honey, baby, etc.), some fluff at the beginning, based off that one welive (as seen in the photos cause he looked to fucking good 😩)

word count: 1.4k

notes: happy birthday to the man who has been constantly and consistently wrecking my bias list for almost 5 years 🤍 words can’t express how much i love jihoon, he works so hard and deserves so much - i hope he gets to relax a little and receives so much love and the best head on his special day 🥹 but in all seriousness, i really do love and admire him - happy birthday jihoon!! without further ado, enjoy besties! thank you to @wongyuseokie for helping me come up with the title!

11:40 p.m.

in 20 minutes it would be the 22nd, and you would get to celebrate the love of your life’s birthday. you were very excited, but you were hoping jihoon would for once - decide to take a night out of his studio and relax for a bit. but knowing him, he would be at the universe factory if he got the chance, and it would be hard to persuade him otherwise.

so that’s where you are currently, sitting in your boyfriend’s lap while he sits in his chair, scrolling and clicking through different audio files on his desktop, compiling items together. your hands softly stroke the ends of his hair, not sure if the humming coming out of his mouth was from your movements or if he was thinking to himself. your eyes momentarily flit to the digital clock on lower right side of the screen, the time getting close to 11:45 pm. you tap jihoon’s shoulder twice to get his attention.

“hmmm?” he responds, still looking at his desktop.

“hoon, why don’t you shut everything down for right now? there’s only a few minutes left until your birthday, and i had a few ideas in mind..” you begin to trail off as you wrap your hand around his bicep, legs tightening together as you feel how strong he is.

jihoon sighs. he appreciates that you were trying to make more out of his birthday, but he always saw it as just another day. of course he appreciated all the love he received, but he didn’t want things to become such a big fuss. “babe, you know you don’t have to make any extra effort.. just this is enough - me, you, my music, and this ambiance,” he gestures to the turquoise colored lights filling the dark studio.

“i know, i know, but i just wanna make sure i celebrate you in the best way i can. that’s how much you mean to me baby,” you kiss jihoon’s cheek and he can’t help the blush that makes its way on his face. he intertwines your hands with his as he kisses it, your body moving closer toward his touch.

“you’re the best, you know that don’t you?” he asks, looking into your eyes. you nod your head as you shrink into his body, loving the way he envelops around you. there are a few moments of silence but after, jihoon’s mind quickly remembers what you said earlier.

“what did you mean by ideas?”

“hm? what ideas?” you question a little confused.

“remember, you said there were only a few minutes left until my birthday and you said you had a few ideas in mind. those ideas.”

you quickly bite your lip, getting excited at what you had practically daydreamed even before you got to the universe factory. for the longest, you wanted to give your boyfriend the messiest head in his workplace, especially attracted to the thought that no one would walk in. it would just be you two giving him the pleasure he so rightfully deserved.

“well, one idea involves both of us on the couch,” you hinted, pointing in the direction of the soft large leather piece. you avoid eye contact with jihoon as you play with the hem of his black shirt. “we could see what happens from there, but that’s the first step.”

jihoon still couldn’t tell what you were planning, but he couldn’t deny the sudden urge in his body to get up and move. he pats your thigh, motioning with his hand for you to stand up. after you stand, he walks over to the couch and you follow behind him - but when jihoon takes a seat, you promptly kneel on the floor, making sure your body was front and center in relation to your boyfriend.

the second your knees hit the floor, that’s when things finally click for jihoon. “that’s what she meant..” he thinks to himself, but his face doesn’t do a good job of hiding his discovery, in which you quickly take notice.

“guess you figured it out now, huh?” you tease, slowly rubbing your hands across his thighs. “i’ve been thinking about this for a while now.. going down on you in your workplace,” you lean your head against his thigh, innocent eyes staring into his intrigued gaze.

jihoon inhales sharply as your fingers delicately dance across the lower half of his body, dangerously approaching his crotch. you start to palm him through his pants, his breathing becoming shuddered as he grows harder with every touch and graze.

your hands finally reach the waistline of his pants, wanting to finally get what you’ve been waiting for. “can i take these off, honey?” you muse sweetly, your still innocent eyes making jihoon crave for more. he nods in response, “go ahead,” a breathless whisper leaving his lips.

with his help, you pull jihoon’s pants and boxers down to his ankles, revealing his growing, slightly leaning dick, with a perfect red tip to match. “mmm, so big and all for me to taste,” you lick your lips as you inhale his scent, moaning even more at how attractive your lover is.

your lips finally make their way down to his tip, giving jihoon a little kitten lick. a smile makes its way on your face as he groans out, his hands flying to reach the nape of your neck. you give him some more kitten licks, each one causing more beads of cum to spill out, jihoon’s breathing speeding up a bit.

“shit..” he breathes out, his eyes closed for a second and his head tilts back. using the opportunity, you take more of jihoon in your mouth, his full tip and then some now at the mercy of your tongue. the muscle begins to roam across his dick, your head starting to bob at the new intensity you were getting him off to.

you brace your hand on his thigh yet again, this time hollowing your cheeks out to take even more of him in. your nose pushes in closer as you can feel his tip finally near the back of your throat. jihoon doesn’t even try to lower how loud his moans were now, too engulfed in your presence to care about anyone or anything else.

“you naughty baby girl.. getting me off like the needy little thing you are,” his chuckle turns into another groan as you start to gag slightly on his dick. “taking me all the way to back of your throat.. mmm, such a good girl..”

if you weren’t wearing panties, you’re pretty sure you would’ve been dripping onto the floor by now. this was probably the best head you’ve given him and he had the dirty talk to match the experience.

then, jihoon starts to guide your pacing, causing you to go faster and to moan around him consistently. the hand still on the nape of your neck slightly grips at your skin, not hard but not soft either.

jihoon taps at your cheek a few moments later, bringing your attention to him as he begins to gasp for air, climax inching towards becoming reality.

“i’m- i’m gonna c-cum, baby.. think you can swallow it all for me?” you nod back, now intensely taking him in and out of your mouth, jihoon’s dick covered in your essence, your throat feeling the tiniest hint of sore - but did you really care? at this point you just wanted to give him the messiest head you possibly could.

it’s then that jihoon releases a high pitched moan and seconds later, cum is spilling into your throat, and you don’t hesitate to swallow every last drop. when he finishes emptying his load, your lick your lips teasingly and jihoon watches as your tongue roams the top half of your lips, lingering on thought of what i would be like to intertwine your tongues together so he could taste him on your mouth.

“my jihoonie tastes so good,” you giggle as you begin to stand up, reading his mind as you insert a legs in between his, kissing him square on his lips. jihoon holds your jaw as he deepens the kiss, both of you melting into each other. when you separate, you take a look again at the clock.

12:05 a.m.

“happy birthday, my love,” you whisper as you pull him in for another kiss, jihoon gently pushing you down onto the couch as he undoes your shorts.

“thank you baby, and i guess my gifts are just gonna keep coming over and over tonight,” he smirks. “can’t wait for you to come inside me.”

[babydollmarauders]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY & MOTHER’S DAY!

part of the el!hughes au!

y/n.hughes

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y/n.hughes imagine having the hottest, sweetest, most loving husband in the world. thankfully, i don’t have to imagine!

happy 22nd birthday to my best friend since i was 13, the best father i could’ve ever imagined to our beautiful baby girl, and my absolute world.

since we were tiny teenagers, you put the stars in my sky. you went from my friends brother, to my best friend, to my boyfriend, to my fiancé, to my husband, to the most amazing baby daddy. i’m so proud of how far you’ve come and i’m so grateful to have been by your side for all of it.

thank you for choosing me to love you for the rest of our lives.

i hope you have the best birthday, love!

p.s. if only teenage us could see us now!

tagged jackhughes

jackhughes thank you lovie ❤️ i’m so thankful that i have you in my life, for the rest of my life. i love you so much!

y/n.hughes 22 birthday kisses incoming!

trevorzegras lemme get in on that action! 😚😚

y/n.hughes @/trevorzegras come over! come see your niece and your bff’s!

trevorzegras @/y/n.hughes on my way!

lhughes_06 happy bday bro!

jackhughes thanks lil bro!

user37 THEY’RE SO CUTE 😭 MY PARENTS! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK!!

trevorzegras let’s blast some t-swift! happy 22, dude!

jackhughes thanks bro! lovie’s already had 22 on repeat all morning, she beat you to it

trevorzegras that’s my best friend!

nicohischier happy birthday hughesy! had fun last night!

jackhughes thanks cap! me too!

_quinnhughes happy birthday little brother! see you soon!

jackhughes thank you quinny! see you soon!

colecaufield happy birthday jacky! 22 has never looked so good!

jackhughes thank you cole 😉

elblue6 happy birthday to my middle baby ❤️

jackhughes thank you mom! happy mother’s day!

_alexturcotte happy birthday stud!

jackhughes thanks bro!

jackhughes

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jackhughes happy mother’s day to the girl who shook my world!

this girl came into my life when i was 14, and i remember when quinn introduced us. we hit it off immediately and one of my first thoughts was “i’m gonna spend my life with this girl”

at the time, i didn’t think it in a romantic sense, but more of a ‘this girl is gonna be my best friend forever’ way. of course, i’m not surprised to find that i was right. the past seven years with her in my life have been nothing short of amazing.

and then she blessed me with our baby girl and showed me just how amazing she really is. this girl is the best wife, friend, and most importantly mother.

lovie, i can’t thank you enough for giving me the most amazing gift: el. and i can’t thank you enough for being the most selfless, caring, kindhearted mom to our girl.

i love you with my whole heart.

tagged y/n.hughes

y/n.hughes i love you so insanely much, sweet boy! thank you! and thank you again for the beautiful flowers this morning <3

jackhughes flowers are the absolute least i can do compared to what you do for me and el every day

trevorzegras happy mother’s day to my best friend! thank you for giving me my goddaughter!

y/n.hughes thank you bff! can’t wait to see you later!

trevorzegras i’m armed with gifts!

lhughes_06 happy mother’s day sis! thanks for being like a much too young second mother to me!

y/n.hughes thank you bubs!! and thank you for the cards from you and el this morning! those were the sweetest!

user27 EVERYONE’S FAV MILF! HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY Y/N!

_quinnhughes happy mother’s day sis! i could never have imagined you becoming my sister and the mother of my niece when i introduced you two, but i’m so glad that’s what happened!

y/n.hughes thank you huggy! for everything! <3

elblue6 happy mother’s day sweetheart! ❤️

y/n.hughes thank you momma! happy mother’s day to you as well! you did such an incredible job raising your boys!

colecaufield HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY BESTIE!! see you soon?!

jackhughes i’m not a mother, cole. but thank you! see you soon!

colecaufield well this is awkward…

y/n.hughes THANK YOU COLEY!! see you so soon! can’t wait to be back home with the gang!

_alexturcotte happy mother’s day, y/n/n! jack, you better make her entire day!

y/n.hughes thank you turcs! we’ve been switching between spoiling each other all day!

nicohischier happy mother’s day to the team mom! thanks for always bringing us snacks and hosting team dinners!

y/n.hughes thank you neeks! it’s my pleasure!

dawson1417 HAPPY MOM’S DAY!!

y/n.hughes THANK YOU!!!

[radiant-reid]

Santa Tell Me (Explicit)

Summary: Spencer’s a really good gift giver, but you have some surprises up your sleeve too. a/n: any ideas on what my winter collection is ?

Requests:

have you seen the wrapping paper outfits that are going across social media platforms right now? What would Spencer’s reaction be to seeing his s/o like this? cate i absolutely NEED a fic of reader wearing said anklet and spence glancing at it or wtv during sex.. idk how to word this but mainly what you described in the christmas blurb!!!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (fluffy smut)

Content Warning: NSFM daddy kink, fingering, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2.6k

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Spencer's almost too good to be true. It was something you figured out on your first date. Everything about him was so endearing. Nothing has changed three months in. You wonder if it will, but as time goes on you're more and more reassured.

You're saying goodbye on the 22nd, both spending Christmas apart with your own families with the promise to spend New Year's with his friends. Part of you worries he will break up with you in the time between, and the more you overthink, the more certain you are that a breakup is coming.

So you're nervous when he texts to say he's coming over, touching up your makeup and hair pointlessly. He's there before you can weigh the pros and cons of telling him you're sick.

You swing the door open with an uneasy smile, letting him in, and he smiles happily at you while hanging up his coat and scarf and taking off his shoes.

"How are you?" He asks, stopping in front of you with his hands on your hips. Surely he can feel how right it is when you're together, like you do.

"Good." You nod, breathing out shallowly. "How are you?"

He leans down to kiss you softly before answering your question. "Good, now." He smiles. "I missed you."

That's reassuring for you to hear. After 36 hours, if he could still miss you, things were okay. "I missed you, too."

"How am I going to survive one week without you?" Spencer whines adorably while you pull him further into your apartment, closer to the gorgeous fireplace that everyone loves when they come over to your apartment.

There's hot chocolate on the coffee table in the living room, waiting for him, and it gives him the warm feeling inside of being home, even though it's not his apartment and it's not decorated for Christmas more than a few fairy lights.

"Thank you." He says gratefully, taking a seat on the couch when you do.

You relax into his arms, sipping your hot chocolate. "I'll call you every day." You promise. "I mean, that's how you'll survive a week without me."

"I hope that's a promise." He says, raising his eyebrows.

"A pinky promise." You assure him, holding out your pinky finger and locking it with his to affirm your promise.

You sit there for a while, chatting about your days and how much you're going to miss each other while you finish your hot chocolate. You're used to him being busy all the time, but you love getting his full attention during his limited time.

"Can I give you my gift now?" He asks shyly. "I'm excited to see if you like it."

"I will." You assure him because you're also scared he won't like what you've brought him. "Let me go get yours." You say, getting out of his lap even though you don't want to and retrieving the wrapped gift from your bedroom.

When you get back, he's waiting on the couch with a neatly wrapped box with a bow around it. You sit next to him, handing his one over. He waits for you to unwrap yours, and you do so with vigor. Whatever he picked, you know it's going to be perfect.

It's a bracelet... no, too big for a bracelet, it's an anklet. It's an anklet with the letter SWR hanging off it in gold. "Is it too conceited?" He asks. "Like, does it make me too vain or make you feel like a possession?"

"No." You shake your head, looking back at him. "No, Spencer. I love it. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." He says, much more relieved.

You tuck your foot up from the floor, placing the new jewelry around your anklet carefully. It's beautiful, and you love it already. You don’t feel like his possession. It makes you feel important to him, that he wants to give you his initials to wear permanently.

"Thank you." You say again, moving closer to kiss him again. His lips taste like hot chocolate, and it's addicting. You pull away, though, to hand him his gift. "Here."

He opens it, looking at the leather wallet with his initials monogrammed on it. "You remembered my old one was broken." He says in awe, like it's a revolutionary feat for someone to pay attention to him. You've grasped that people don't pay him enough attention, and you're making it your mission to always listen to him.

"Of course." You tell him. “And I also went for the monogrammed option.”

He laughs at the two of you thinking similarly. “I love it. Thank you so much." He says gratefully. You also guessed he doesn't get many gifts.

"There's a surprise in it, too." You tell him, smirking cheekily.

Spencer frowns at you, but he's smirking, too, as he opens it. There's a series of pictures inside of both of you. Some are sweet; photos of you two on dates, smiling and kissing, and some are a little more risque; you on your knees, some nice lingerie, and your tits.

"Wow." He hums, paying attention to all of them. "You're gorgeous, baby."

"Thanks." You reply, adding his sexual address. "Daddy." That gets his eyes widened, but before he can say something else, you speak again. "I have one more thing."

Shamelessly, he watches your ass as you leave. He waits impatiently for you to get back, only getting harder with each second passing. Wrapping yourself in wrapping paper is harder than you thought it would be, but you get it done with two narrow strips, one as a crop top and one as a short skirt.

You lean against the door frame once you walk in. "Me."

"Fuck." He groans, throwing his head back against the couch. "I'm officially the luckiest person ever."

You walk over slowly, standing between his legs. "Going to unwrap me then?"

"I'm going to do a lot more than that." He assures you, getting up. You stand slightly confused while he takes the couch cushions off and tosses them on the floor. He notices your expression and explains. "I'm going to fuck you in front of the fire."

You're not going to complain about that. "Please, daddy." You say softly.

He stands tall in front of you, hands holding your waist firmly. It's like he's torturing himself, waiting as long as he can until he needs to rip it off you.

You're completely naked in front of him, and it fills you with nothing but confidence. His hands roam over your curves, and you're desperate for more.

"I know, needy girl." He teases, leaning down until his lips as next to yours. The eye contact is so intense that it gets you wet. "Lay down and Daddy will give you what you want."

You quickly scramble onto the makeshift bed of pillows, cupping your tits to draw his attention to them, not that it could ever be anywhere else.

He kneels down between your legs, pressing his lips to yours. Unlike before, he deepens the kiss, tongue tangling with yours. When you roll your hips against his, he smirks before starting a trail of kisses down your neck. His hands drift to your tits, squeezing them softly while he sucks marks into your neck. They're going to be awkward to cover up, but the warm feeling in you is worth it.

"Daddy, feels so good." You moan, arching your back.

His fingertips descend down your stomach slowly to your pussy when his lips drop to your tits. It's two overwhelming sensations, even more so when he presses a finger through your slit, collecting the wetness.

His lips have your skin heating up as they attach your nipples, nipping at the skin in a painful but pleasure-filled way. You're breathless when he pushes the tip of his index winder into your wet hole, and he rejoices in the sounds coming from your mouth and your pussy.

"Want daddy to eat you out?" He offers, like how drenched you are isn't a telling sign.

"Please." You beg. "I've been so good."

He hums, smirking against your skin while he kisses you lower and makes you moan. You squirm when his lips touch your clit, and even though he drank hot chocolate, his mouth is cooler than your hot pussy.

"Tastes so perfect." He reports back to you.

"I need more, daddy." You request, unsure of if it's going to land you in trouble or not.

Spencer squeezes your thigh in warning, but he's a push-over, and he'll give you whatever you want, so he licks a fat strip across your clit, tasting all of your juice.

Your stomach tenses when his tongue slips into you, tracing around your heat. His finger joins in after that, slipping into you slightly more than the last time, and pressing at your walls.

"Always so tight." He tells you. "It's a miracle that I can fit inside you."

Spencer's usually 0 to 100 once he's been teasing you enough, and he plunges two fingers deep inside you with no warning. The stretch prepares you for his cock. His speed starts slow but deep, touching the right spot inside you each time.

You writhe closer to him, tightening your legs around him in your ongoing desperate search for more. He gives you what you want, fingers pumping in and out of you at an increasing speed.

It has your breath unstable and your pulse jumping erratically as you moan out his name and get closer to the edge. "Please, daddy, can I cum?" You beg, the build-up inside you getting overwhelming.

The hand not touching your pussy squeezing down your leg until he reaches the jewelry around your ankle, touching the anklet with his initials. He said it wasn't possessive, but he's eating you out with so much hunger that it's dominating.

"Go ahead, baby." He encourages you, making it impossible for you to avoid coming.

Your fingers flex on the blanket and your eyes roll back in your head while you tense at the peak of your climax. "Daddy, daddy, daddy." You babble as squeeze around his fingers tightly.

He keeps going, almost until you're overstimulated, lapping up all of your juice before finally pulling off. "So delicious."

You're still catching your breath as he rocks back up on his knees, forearms caging you in. "That was amazing." You compliment, dazed.

"Going to let me fuck you, princess?" He asks, pulling his sweatshirt off and taking his pants off.

"Can I ride you, daddy?" You offer as an alternative.

It's not something he's ever going to decline, and he leans in to kiss you. "Sure, baby."

Effortlessly, Spencer holds your hips as he flips you over, so you're on top of him. You glide your wet pussy over his cock, determined to tease him like he had been teasing you.

It gets his cock wet quickly, and his hands tighten on your hips. "Be good for me, baby." He says. His raised eyebrows are a warning for you not to continue.

You pump his cock up and down a few times, thumbing over the pre cum spilling out. He's not the only one getting antsy, and you sink down on top of him with moans coming from both of you.

"Fuck, it feels incredible being inside you." He compliments. His cock stretches you out, molding your walls around his length while the tip hits your g-spot and leaves you breathless.

You can't get out the words to tell him how good it feels, but he knows from your blissful expression. You keep your hands resting on his stomach, so you can stabilize yourself as you start bouncing on his dick slowly.

He lets you take your time as you adjust, but you're an overachiever and determined to reach another orgasm as quickly as you can. You move up and down on him, lifting your hips high enough to almost entirely get his cock out before slamming back down onto it.

It's the best you've ever had, and you're determined to make it as good for him. Spencer watches in awe as you moan on top of him. "Taking my cock so good, aren't you, baby?" He coos, hands traveling up your sides so he can squeeze your tits.

"Mhm." You whine out. "So big."

He nods, one of his hands snatching yours. "Feel it." He places your hands against your lower stomach where you can feel the tip of his cock against your skin. You pause for a moment and he grinds his hips up to accentuate the bulge.

"Fuck, that's hot." You agree, pulsing around him on reflex.

While you're off guard, he starts thumbing over your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. It makes your legs shaky as you quiver on top of him.

"Keep going." He tells you firmly. You follow his instructions, picking the pace back up as you fuck yourself on his cock.

"Daddy, so close." You moan, leaning forward to hold his shoulder. The change in position has his cock hitting a new angle in you.

He doubles his efforts in your clit, the pressure getting you at the edge in seconds. "Cum for me, baby." He tells you.

You finish a second before he spills inside you, both of you moaning simultaneously. You're so fucked out that you can't do anything but flop down onto his sweaty chest.

Spencer kisses the top of your head, pulling his cock out of you while he holds you close to him. You love having sex with him, but the time you spend with him afterward might be more special.

You lay there in silence for a moment, your arm slung around him, and his hand glides over your back soothingly.

"Are you going to be here next year?" You wonder, laying against his warm, slightly sticky chest, and not looking at him in case the answer isn't what you want it to be.

Spencer takes it too literally. "I hoped maybe we would be... living together, but that could be here, or my apartment, or somewhere else."

It's not what you were asking, but it's more than what you wanted to hear. "Really?" You ask.

He can see the smile on your face, so he answers honestly. "Yeah."

"I was actually asking if we were going to be together." You explain.

His hand pauses where it's running up and down your back. "Unless you want to be roommates." He jokes. You laugh until he places a hand under your chin, guides your eyes to look at him, and your breath stops. He always makes you breathless. "I really like you, Y/n." He tells you. "I want to be with you."

The glass is 95% full. He likes you, and it's the best feeling in the world, but there's something missing. You don't blame him for it: it takes different people different amounts of time to fall in love, but you're there.

Still, Spencer surprises you like he does every time that he has a chance. "I love you, Y/n."

You beam at him before rolling over so you're on top of his chest and can look at him as closely as you can get. "I love you too, Spencer."

"We'll be together next year." He reassures you. "And for as long afterward as you want us to be."

Now you're sure he's not too good to be true, and you're not going to get your heart broken.

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: Retirement

You've been waiting for this day

"Happy 20th Birthday!"

Gun had mentioned he would retire at this milestone.

When you raise the question, all you get is a noncommittal answer. He still has unfinished plans, and despite the increase in danger and punishment of getting caught, he isn't ready to wrap up this life.

You're under no illusion as to the kind of man he is, but had pinned your hopes on a passing phrase.

.

.

The months and years fly past.

"Happy 21st Birthday!"

"Happy 22nd!"

"It's your 23rd... Happy Birthday Gun."

You've been waiting faithfully for him.

You counted down the years by his side, but there's no end in sight. Truthfully, you could be content if he gave you an actual deadline but it seems the target is forever moving.

The sleepless nights wear you down. Grinds at your patience. Each time Gun is away, you fear your phone buzzing. You worry about someone telling you that he is injured or arrested, or even worse - dead.

This year, the timing is unfortunate but you think this is the best gift you can give him. Releasing the shackles that weigh him down, one less weakness for enemies to target.

You tell him it is over.

His response surprises you, "We have something good. Have patience and wait for me."

You don't give him an answer. You can't even bring yourself to respond to the request for more patience, the only indication of emotion are the narrowing of your eyes and threat of angry tears.

You tell him it's better if you both separate.

.

.

"I'm out," Gun announces.

There's a finality about this conversation. Charles knew this day was coming, each year borrowed time. He tells Gun that it's not easy to wash the blood off his hands, but he seems different today.

Like there's a renewed spark, something which has gradually fizzled out over the last few years with no real successor or foreseeable endgame.

"If it's for Y/N, then you're making a mistake."

Taking a drag of his cigarette, Gun considers this. "Funny. I thought the same about you if you dared to say no."

Charles isn't the young man he once was, didn't hold the power he once did. Maybe in his youth he would have killed Gun to keep him quiet. Perhaps it's old age that has softened him. But the elephant in the room is that rejecting Gun would just cause further headaches.

Instead, he negotiates the terms of Gun's exit.

He doesn't make it easy, and he doesn't make it quick. This agreement needs to benefit Charles Choi as much as Gun Park. Besides, Gun can put in the effort if this is truly what he wants.

.

.

Dismantling everything Gun has built with his own two hands comes easier than he expects.

There's hardly any anger or resentment with this outcome, just acceptance. On the worse days, he carries on his warpath by thinking of you.

He is violent and merciless, destroying all lingering evidence of the crews and any underhanded dealings of HNH Group.

A final death rattle for the Shiro Oni in exchange for a clean slate for Elite.

Isn't it peculiar where life takes you. What was once the mission given to his potential successors is now the lifeline for Gun and a new beginning.

At the end of it, Gun has no legacy. He erases all trace of his empire.

Charles finally lets him go. It's an anticlimax. Dismissed like a normal employee, handing back your credentials to your boss.

But it's done.

.

.

You wake up tangled in bed together. You give him a sleepy smile, and he finds you radiant.

For his 24th birthday, Gun has his closure and he has you.

[wonwoosthetic]

hey could you maybe do a minnie imagine where she gets in a minor car accident (only if you want to) and how the members would react? btw i love your minnie series sm 😭

Hii, thank you for requesting this and thanks a lot for enjyoing this series ˙ᵕ˙ I hope this was somewhat of what you imagined! <3 I hope you and everyone else enjoys it 🤗

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warnings – car accident, mentions of slight injuries, mentions of blood, stitches, bruises, broken bones (no major mention), cursing, mad s.coups (bc that deserves its own warning)

Hello Kitty Band-Aids 🌷 Minnie

Minnie had her eyes closed while she was still resting on the hospital bed, waiting for someone to tell her what was next to come. She almost wanted to groan at the flashes of memory that sped through her head. Never had she ever been in a car accident before - for 25 years of her life, the girl had always been safe on the street, she could've gone for another 25, she quietly said to herself in her head.

The accident happened too quickly for her to remember every detail, so she told the police. The only thing she could recall was the impact from the left side that had thrown her against the door to her right and the rush of fear and adrenaline rushing through her body. Everything after that felt more like a dream than reality. Minnie remembered hearing her manager's voice immediately asking if she was okay and to not move. Not long after that, an ambulance arrived and brought her to where she now was. Doctors quickly attached her to an IV after noticing the moans of pain coming from her and brought the dancer to a private room, separating her from the only other person that had been in the car with her, one of Seventeen's managers. After getting a few stitches under her eye, they left her to rest for a bit, notifying her that another doctor will be back soon. Too bad she couldn't recall any of this happening.

A knock echoing through the room brought her back to the present as she jolted slightly, her head immediately turning towards the door that was opening, revealing a female doctor.

"Hello Miss Kim, I'm Doctor Kang," she greeted the younger woman kindly, who did the same, a kind smile decorating her face. "How are you feeling?" She put the clipboard she brought with her down on one of the side tables next to the bed Minnie was resting in.

"Okay," the idol nodded, "My head feels like it's gonna explode, but that's it."

Oh yes, that could be the cold light," the doctor rushed back over to the door, "let me switch it to a warmer tone."

Immediately, Minnie could feel her eyes adjusting better to the room and the full feeling leaving her head slightly.

"Thank you," the told the woman, who sent her a kind smile in return.

"Can you sit up for me for a second?" She reached a hand out for the girl to take, helping her to come up and straighten her back, careful to let the IV cord not get caught up under her arm, making the dancer look down. "You're on some mild pain medication," the doctor explained, "You have a bruise on your right rib that's only going to get bigger and most definitely is going to hurt more, but it's not broken, so that's good. You also hit your head pretty badly against the window." She took out a small lamp from her lab coat, making the girl open her eyes wide. "And you have a small cut under your eyes that we had to stitch up, as you know."

Minnie nodded along slowly, the fluid from the IV making her obviously slightly drowsier than she would normally be. The older woman noticed the furrowed eyebrows on the idol in front of her.

"Can you tell me your full name?" Her hands pushed Minnie's head to look down, checking for other injuries she might have gotten on her head.

The dancer swallowed harshly before answering with a sigh, "Kim Minnie."

"Mh," the woman straightened her hair again and started massaging the thin arms of the girl. "And your birthday is when?"

"December 22nd... 1997?" Suddenly, the female member seemed more hesitant than before, her eyes analysing the doctor when she looked the idol in the eyes.

"Why so unsure?"

Minnie shook her head, quickly noticing that makes her dizzier than she already was. "No," she cleared her throat, "I just don't know why you're asking me this..."

The woman brought a chair closer to the bed before sitting down, her hands in her lap as she smiled at the younger one. "Just checking that your memory is still intact." She reached over to get the clipboard back in her grasp, along with a pen. "Do you remember what the paramedics in the ambulance told you?"

The paramedics... in the ambulance... what-... as much as Minnie tried to remember, there was nothing. Just... nothing. She shook her head.

"Or the doctors that brought you in here?"

Another shake of her head.

Doctor Kang nodded, scribbling notes on the pieces of paper on the clipboard.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

The idol closed her eyes for a second, gathering her thoughts and memories before taking a deep breath, "... I think... right after... just... my manager asking me if I was okay. Everything after that is... I don't remember."

"Okay," the woman grasped the clipboard tightly against her chest as she stood back up again. "The last thirty minutes have been really stressful and shocking to your body, so it's normal for your brain to push those memories to the side thanks to the adrenaline. It doesn't sound alarming to me, but I checked earlier, and we could get you an MRT scan in a bit if you're okay with that?" She explained, before adding, "Again, nothing sounds abnormal, and the other doctors didn't sign you up for a scan, but I still think it would be a good idea."

Minnie nodded along, "Yeah... yeah sure."

"Good," she smiled at the younger girl.

"H-How's my manager?" The performer wondered catching the doctor off-guard.

"He's doing fine. A broken arm, but nothing too severe. He's talking to the police right now."

"Okay, good. Thanks." Minnie smiled.

Doctor Kang unhooked her from the IV before escorting her out of the room, bringing her towards the MRT scan, where the girl was ushered into a changing room, along with a gown to put on and a bag for her clothes. Right as she exited again, she was met with the woman who brought her closer to the appliance, explaining everything that was going to happen and asking her a few last-minute questions.

After laying down and making sure Minnie was as comfortable as she could be, laying on a hospital machine, the doctor gave her one last notice, "Oh, and I was just informed that your emergency contact has been called. They're on their way." Before leaving the room to stand behind the glass and starting the scan.

Emergency contact... Minnie put that into her phone so long ago, she almost forgot she even had an emergency contact. But she definitely remembered who it was since it was the same person that had pushed her to even create one.

-

The girl was asked to wait outside in the hall while the doctors analysed the pictures of the scan they had gotten, promising her it wouldn't take much longer.

Minnie got changed in the small room again, put on her clothes from before and left the hospital gown on one of the stools, just like Doctor Kang had told her. She left, ready to sit down on one of the chairs in the hall, not expecting the person that was called through her emergency contact to already be sitting there. His perfume reached her before her eyes found him.

Seungcheol's head shot up at the sound of the door opening, his glare immediately softening as soon as they found the female member, who gazed at him in surprise. He jumped up from his seat and rushed over to her, not wasting another second before engulfing her in a tight hug.

"What are you doing here already?" The girl wondered, her arms wrapping around the torso of the leader, her cheek squished up against his shoulder. A slight hiss left her lips as he hugged her just a bit too tightly and her pain medicine had already started to wear off, only the band-aid on her arm was left of the IV she was attached to before.

Coups released her at the sound of pain coming from her. "What, you thought that I'd stop for a coffee after getting a call from the hospital?!"

"No, that-"

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? What did the doctors say?" With his hands on her shoulders as he raked his eyes up and down her body, looking for any signs of injuries.

Minnie nodded with a tight smile, her hands finding him, giving them two comforting pats. "I'm okay. Not hurt badly."

"What does 'not hurt badly' mean?" His thumb came up to her cheek, close to the band-aid right under her eye, but not close enough to touch it. "What's that?"

The female member grabbed his hand and pushed it down. "I had to get stitches.-"

"Stitches?!"

She sighed, "But only there! Everything else is fine." He gave her a knowing look that made her gaze to the side. "And a bruise on my rib, but other than that, I'm fine." 

After another hesitant glare, Cheol took a step back, his hands brushing over his face as he took a few deep breaths in and out. "Jesus..." he muttered under his breath, shaking his head and keeping it down to look at the floor. Minnie's eyes never left his form while she stood still, nervously playing with her fingers. The words that kept on tumbling from his lips were almost impossible for her to understand, but she could make out a few of them, and all of them confirmed what she was thinking. Seungcheol had gotten the shock of a lifetime when his phone rang. Understandably so.

Even though her injuries weren't major, the shock of what had happened, or more so, what could've happened was still haunting. She started to fully grasp the other possible outcomes of the accident while she was laying in the MRT machine. What if she had been in a different car? What if the other car had hit them at a different angle? Or harder? Would she still be able to just walk it off and pretend nothing had happened, aside from a small cut under her eye and a purple bruise on her right side?

Once S.Coups came to a stop from walking and cursing around, Minnie walked up to him, opening her arms and wrapping them around his body once again. The '95 Liner reacted right away, pulling her closer as his arms went around her shoulders. A few seconds of silence were shared as the two enjoyed each other's embrace, Minnie feeling an instant sense of comfort breathing in Cheol's perfume she had come to love.

"Thank you," she mumbled into his shoulder, hoping he had understood her.

His hand was brushing down her hair, making sure to keep her as close as possible while also taking note of not touching the bruise on her side. "For what?"

The girl shrugged. "Coming here. Worrying about me." An immediate smile struck her face when she felt a soft peck on the side of her head.

"Of course. You don't have to thank me for that." 

S.Coups guided them towards the seats lined up against the wall, where they sat down next to each other. He took her hand into the comfort of his.

"All the guys got really worried too," he started to tell her.

Her head shot up, "You told them?"

"W- Of course, I told them! On the phone, they didn't tell me how you are. They just said you're in the hospital and that they called me because I was your emergency contact. Which, we should also discuss, by the way."

Minnie scrunched her eyebrows, "What's there to discuss?"

"Why am I your emergency contact?" Seungcheol looked right into her eyes, letting her know this was about to be a serious conversation, and she was not in the mood for it.

"Why shouldn't you be?"

"No, I mean, why not Wonwoo or Mingyu," he explained, making her shrug.

"You made me create an emergency contact, and to be honest, I kinda forgot that I even had one-" she noticed his mouth opening, to which she quickly added, "Because I've never used it!"

"You forgot you have an emergency contact?!"

"Is this really the time to lecture me about that?"

He squinted his eyes at her, making her copy his facial expression in a teasing manner to which he shook his head with a sigh.

"You know, if you hadn't just been in a car crash, I would hit you on the head."

Minnie grinned, "I know." Having known the '95 Liner long enough to know about his little acts of showing his love and care for others. 

With a heavy breath, she let her head rest against his shoulder while keeping their interlocked hands in her lap that Coups kept on moving up and down out of boredom.

"The doctor said it won't take much longer to wait for the results of the scan."

Seungcheol nodded, "It's okay. I'll wait with you." Making her smile. "Plus, Mingyu and Wonwoo are already on their way here."

"Huh?" She sat back up straight, looking at the side profile of the leader as he glanced down at his phone, typing something, probably messaging the other members. He looked up at her.

"You didn't seriously think they'd just let you lie around in a hospital."

"No," she pouted, "But I would've hoped that I could talk to them at home. In peace. Without them making a scene in the middle of the hospital."

"Well," the leader grinned, "Get ready for a lecture from them about why they aren't your emergency contacts, but I am."

Minnie groaned, her head falling softly onto Coups' shoulder again. "This is just adding to my headache."

"You have a headache?" He immediately turned back into the concerned leader.

"A little bit," the female member nodded.

"Do you want me to find you some pain medicine?"

But she shook her head. "I'll just wait for what the doctor prescribes me. I hope it's something strong." 

"You sound like an addict," he commented, still typing away on his phone.

Minnie sheepishly smiled, "Maybe I'll become one."

Seungcheol looked down at her and let his stern voice take over. "Don't joke about that."

"Sorry," she pressed her lips together, wrapping her arms around his, cuddling into his side.

A few seconds went by in silence before he took the word again.

"Eomma, Appa, and Seungmin also wanted to come."

"Who didn't you tell about this? Like seriously..." She gazed up at him, meeting his eye.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're right. Next time you're in the hospital all of a sudden, I'll just keep it a secret from everyone that cares about you."

Minnie let go of his arm and crossed hers in front of her chest, side-eyeing the leader. "You're annoying."

"Mh," he nodded. "But I told them you're okay. They're still probably gonna come over to check on you for themselves, just giving you a heads up."

"Thanks."

"And I tried to call your mum, but she didn't pick up."

"Yeah, she puts her phone on silent during the night," Minnie explained, to which Coups shook his head,

"That's not smart."

"I know."

"But you do the same thing."

"I know," she nodded along, looking down at her fingernails. "Can you just let her know that I'm fine?"

"Already did."

Looking to her right, where he was still glued to the screen of his phone, the girl came to a sudden realisation.

"Where's my stuff? Like my bad, and... all that."

Cheol looked up and nodded forward into the hallway in front of them, "At the information desk over there."

Suddenly, she was very up close to her favourite leader, batting her eyelashes right at him. "Could you go get them for me?"

He looked to his left, down at the girl with a raised eyebrow. "You said you were fine and you have two healthy legs. Go get your stuff yourself."

"But my side hurts. And my head hurts," she whined, exaggerating her current state as yes, they were starting to hurt again slightly, but she was definitely still capable of moving around.

"Well, but your legs don't hurt, so up up," he nudged his head forward, a teasing grin on his lips

She glared her eyes at the older member. "You're mean. I'm telling Eomma."

"With what phone?" His comment made her huff and him chuckle to himself.

With a deep last breath, the female idol let her head fall back against the wall, her hands in her lap, as she closed her eyes, praying the time would pass just a bit quicker so she could finally get back home.

-

Unknowingly, Minnie had dozed off into a light sleep, therefore, didn't even notice when the two other rappers arrived with heavy breaths that calmed down once they found her sleeping form resting against their leader's side.

"Hey," he greeted them with a smile.

Wonwoo and Mingyu nudged their heads in his direction.

"How is she?" The '97 Liner wondered as the older one of the two got closer to her form, crouching down to get a better look at the girl's face that was covered by her hair. With a soft touch, he brushed it out of the way, placing it behind her ear and sighing at the sight of the band-aid under her eye.

Coups put his phone back into the pocket of his jeans. "She said she's okay. She has a bruise on her ribs and had to get stitches underneath her eye, but she's fine apparently. Oh, and a headache, but I guess that's what you get when you bash your head against a car window."

"Is that what happened?" Wonwoo looked up at the '95 Liner, who could only shrug.

"I don't know. There hasn't been a doctor yet I could talk to. They said it won't be long," he looked down at the watch on his wrist, "But we've been waiting for thirty minutes."

"And no one has checked on her?" Mingyu sat down across from the seats Minnie and S.Coups were occupying, right on the other side of the hallway.

"They did earlier before I arrived. Then she had an MRT scan, and we're waiting for the results now," the leader explained. His eyes fell down to the '96 Liner whose hand was on his girlfriend's knee, patting it comfortably.

"Wonwoo," he called out quietly to gain the other's attention, "can we switch places real quick?"

"Yeah sure," he got up from the floor and carefully got into the place of the '95 Liner, both cradling Minnie's head, so it wouldn't move much. "Where are you going?"

Seungcheol nodded behind him, "Getting her stuff from the info desk. Be right back." And with that, he left the three dormmates.

At the feeling of a new, much sharper shoulder against the side of her head, the female member started squirming, waking up slowly as she squinted her eyes, adjusting to the bright light. She lifted her gaze to find her fellow '97 Liner sitting right opposite of her. The female member sent him a tired smile.

"Hi."

"Hey, how're you feeling?" Mingyu copied her expression, tilting his head along with it, making her chuckle.

"Alright, I guess," she cuddled closer into the side of the man next to her, smiling to herself at the familiar feeling of the arms she has found so much love for and the scent she could write a thousand songs about. "Hi, to you too." She looked up, finding Wonwoo already looking down at her with a soft gaze.

"Hi." He brushed over her hair once again. "You sure you're okay?"

Minnie nodded. "The painkillers are wearing off, but it's okay so far."

"What did the doctor say?"

She raked herself up, her partner's hand still on her thigh as she yawned, covering her mouth with her hand.

"She asked me a few questions to test my memory. That seemed fine. The bruise on my rib is gonna get bigger, she said, but it's nothing severe. And... I did an MRT scan."

"Yeah, Coups-hyung mentioned that."

The girl looked around confused, suddenly realising something. "Where is he?"

"Getting your stuff," the voice of the leader made her look ahead, watching him come back to the small group, her bag and jacket in his grip. She grinned up as he dropped everything on the empty seat to her left before joining Mingyu.

"You're not mean after all," she jokingly commented, earning her a roll of the eyes from him.

"Yeah yeah," he mumbled, "But you have to sign a document before leaving." To which she nodded.

A sudden groan from Mingyu caught the attention of the other members.

"Can you please send a message to the group chat to let them know you're okay?

Minnie glanced at him in slight confusion but nodded, raking herself up to get her phone from the bag next to her. With one quick look, she knew what her fellow '97 Liner was talking about. Her lock screen was filled with notifications from said group chat, plus other messages from friends that have heard the news. Only looking at it made her already want to put the phone back down and get back to it at another time and day, but she understood the worry.

She unlocked it and tapped on the app's icon, opening the group's chat right at the top.

09:08 pm

Kkuma Appa: she's okay, I got her, we're waiting for her scan results

Horangi: Tell her we miss her!

Producer-nim: you wouldn't even have seen her today

Producer-nim: but yeah, tell her we miss her

Yoon Jeonghan: What happened to her phone?

Kkuma Appa: They took all her stuff

Kkuma Appa: She's getting it back when they let us leave

Dokyeomie: Why don't they let her keep her phone?

Dokyeomie: Why did they have to take everything off her?

Dokyeomie: Isn't she bored?

Dokyeomie: Can we come see her?

Dokyeomie: How long will you be in the hospital for?

Kkuma Appa: We're waiting in the hall, she's not even in a room

Kkuma Appa: You'll see her tomorrow

Hao Hao: Will she be able to practice with us?

Kkuma Appa: I'll let you know what the doctor says

Horangi: I wouldn't let her dance :/ it wouldn't be smart, right?

Moonie Junnie: If she feels good, maybe she can, but she shouldn't push herself

Yoon Jeonghan: Are you sure she's okay, or is she just saying that?

Kkuma Appa: She got some pain meds, those are probably helping her right now, but she doesn't seem to have major injuries

Kkuma Appa: But I think the doctor will tell me more

Kkuma Appa: She does have a cut under her eye

Little Maknae: A cut?!

Kkuma Appa: She had to get stitches

Seungkwanie: Oh no

HanSolo: ew

Little Maknae: That must've hurt so much

Moonie Junnie: Are you sure you'll be able to leave today?

Kkuma Appa: I think so

Dokyeomie: Can no one else come to see you guys?

Gyu🤍: Wonwoo and I are on our way

Dokyeomie: You can go visit her, but we can't?!

Moonie Junnie: This is a bit unfair

Moonie Junnie: We want to see her too

Kkuma Appa: Guys, please, she's doing okay

Kkuma Appa: We'll keep you updated

09:31 pm

Horangi: Are you still with Minnie??? How long do the results take??

Hao Hao: Is she still doing okay?

Gyu🤍: We've just arrived, she seems okay. Tired, but all good

Seungkwanie: How can you tell how she's feeling? Maybe she isn't doing fine, maybe she's in pain

Gyu🤍: She's literally sitting with us in the hall, she's fine

Little Maknae: I believe it when I see it

Gyu🤍: *sent a picture of Minnie he sneakily took*

HanSolo: could be an edit

Little Maknae: I believe it when I hear it from her personally

Woo🖤: I'm okay - Minnie

Seungkwanie: You're funny

Moonie Junnie: Minnie uses emojis, but nice try

*liked by 4 members*

Yoon Jeonghan: Jesus, can someone just bring her her phone

Josh: What's going on here?

Minnie chuckled at some of the messages before smacking the arm she was leaning on to her right.

"Ah, what?" Wonwoo looked down at the girl, confusion written all over his face, his hand on the place she had just hit. She pointed her finger at the message sent from his phone, turning the screen so he could look at it more clearly.

"Seriously?" She giggled at him. The rapper shrugged, the corners of his lips curved up.

"That group chat kept interrupting my game," he showed her his phone screen.

Minnie gawked, "I'm in the hospital, and you're playing a freaking game?" A scoff tumbled from her lips.

"I didn't start playing it until I knew that you were okay," he kinda reassured her with a proud smirk, his left hand now on top of her thigh.

The female member mocked his grin, "Mh, how romantic."

"I know, right?" Earning him a gentle shove with her elbow.

She directed her eyes straight ahead again, where Mingyu was keeping his head down, the floor seemingly interesting to him.

"Look, Mingyu's not even on his phone."

His head shot up, "Yeah, I'm not even on my phone."

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, "You were earlier."

"Yeah," the '97 Liner talked back to him, "To let the guys know how she's doing."

"And I was doing the same," the older one of the two fought back, making the girl chuckle and shake her head. Wonwoo looked back at her.

"What are you laughing at? You're the reason for this."

"What did I do now?" She couldn't hold back another laugh falling from her lips.

"You got into a car accident." After being in a relationship with him for almost three years, Minnie understood Wonwoo's humour better than anyone else and knew he was just trying to mess around with her.

She scoffed, "Oh, I'm sorry-"

"You should be."

"Stop!" The rapper flinched away and snatched her hand into his as soon as she raised hers to smack him again. They fell into a round of giggles when Mingyu suddenly spoke up again.

"I told you I would drive you around."

"Mingyu-"

"I always tell you, if you need to go somewhere, tell me-"

"It could've happened to anyone."

"Still, it would've-"

Minnie raised a finger to stop him from continuing, "We're not having a discussion about this now."

Mingyu sulked back into the chair, crossing his arms in defence as he shrugged, "Alright, then at home." The girl just rolled her eyes slightly before directing her attention back to her phone.

Minnie: I'm actually really okay 😊 I hope we'll get out of here soon, I just want to go to sleep 😖

Dokyeomie: MINNIE🥰

Jun: yeyyyyyy, hiii Minnie ❤️

HanSolo: Hope you're actually doing well 👍🏼

Seungkwanie: We already have a hurt member, we can't have another, so you better be okay, Minnie!

Hao Hao: Yeah, don't steal my spot

Little Maknae: Could still be someone else typing from her phone

*Minnie sent a selfie, laying on Wonwoo's shoulder, Wonwoo can be seen in the corner*

Little Maknae: Okay, I'm starting to believe you

Little Maknae: Happy to know you're doing fine 🩷

Minnie: Thank you <3

Horangi: You're gonna get the biggest hug tomorrow

Hao Hao: Don't hug her if she's hurt!

Woozi: I'm pretty sure he'll break her bones with that hug tomorrow

Minnie: Pls not

Horangi: I'll hug you very very gently

Minnie: 🧡🧡🧡

Yoon Jeonghan: Keep us updated about the results!

Minnie: Will do :)

She went on to open the other private chats she shared with friends, each one of them telling her that they heard about what happened and were just looking for closure on her well-being. She assured them all and quickly texted her mum, knowing she'll read it as soon as she wakes up.

Just as the female member went to put her phone back down again, S.Coups, who she assumed had fallen asleep with his head leaning back against the wall, spoke up.

"Did you text Eomma and Appa?"

"Oh, right," she got the device back into her grip and sent a quick message into their family group chat, so she wouldn't have to notify each one of them separately.

Only a second after she tapped on the *send* button, the door to the room she exited a good forty minutes ago opened, letting Doctor Kang step into the hallway. She was greeted with kind smiles from each member, who immediately stood up politely.

The female doctor chuckled, "I already expected the entire group to come together here."

"We didn't know if all of us would be allowed here, so only we came," Cheol explained with a smile on his face.

"I see, I see," the woman nodded, "It's probably smarter to not drag too much attention to you guys." Her gaze switched down to the clipboard in her hand. "So... all in all, you're doing fine," she looked at the girl, who let out a deep breath. "As I told you before, the bruise on your rib is going to get a bit bigger over the next few days, but I prescribed you something that should help with the pain. If it doesn't, you should come back here so we can take a look," she explained, flipping over a page. "You don't have any head injuries, which is almost a miracle because I was expecting something minor at least, but... nothing, which is very good." The comment made Minnie look at the four men next to her, a proud smile on her lips.

"What about the cut under her eye?" Seungcheol wondered.

Doctor Kang looked back at her notes. "That... I mean, as it is right now, all good. It was deep, so a doctor did have to stitch it together, but in a few days with just a quick visit, we'll be able to take them out and it'll be all good. It will probably leave a slight scar of course, but nothing to worry about too much."

"See," Minnie glanced at the leader, "I told you."

"But," the doctor interrupted her, eyeing the two bickering members, "I wouldn't play it down too much." Earning her awaiting stares from the four in front of her. "The cut as it is now is okay, but if that little piece of glass had cut you just a few millimetres higher up, it would've hit your eye and... well... most probably blinded you on one side."

"Oh." Was all the female idol dared to say. Her eyes drifted to her right, where she was met with the warning glare and raised eyebrows of the '95 Liner who had his arms crossed.

"You must've had a little angel on your shoulder to get out of this car accident so well. A cut and a bruised rib are not the usual I get here," the woman smiled at Minnie, who copied her facial expression, but her lips were tightly closed together as she nodded.

"And what about like moving around and... practising and performing?" Wonwoo's voice echoed through the empty hall.

Doctor Kang nodded, "I know that that's very important to you guys, and we already sent an official document with all the information on the pills that we prescribed Miss Kim and just general advice to your company. But I think that as long as she feels well enough to do it, nothing and no one is holding her back from it. Within the next couple of days, you might have a recurring headache. If that's too much, then don't push your body," she directed her statement towards the girl, "Listen to it. If the bruise starts to hurt too much, don't move around. Lie down. Rest. Don't stuff yourself with painkillers or other things like that. Okay?" She got a nod in return. "Just take it easy. No matter how good you think you might be feeling, remember that you had just been in a car accident, so it's okay if you want to rest for a bit."

Everyone nodded and started thanking the older woman as she passed the prescription over to Minnie who repeatedly bowed to her, letting her know just how thankful she was, forgetting about the fact that they had to wait for almost an hour.

Once they were alone again, the group turned around, ready to finally leave the building. When Minnie went to pick up her bag, Wonwoo beat her to it and was walking ahead, stopping once he noticed she hadn't caught up with him yet. Mingyu was walking along with them on her left side, making her able to link arms with him as she often did whenever they walked side by side. S.Coups was strolling around behind them, eyes glued to the screen in his hand as he updated the other members, shouting out to the girl at the same time,

"Don't forget to sign that document, Minnie!" Making her ears perk up.

"Oh, yeah," shaking her head at the fact that she had already forgotten about it.

After signing it, smiling to the nurse behind the desk and wishing her a good evening, they were actually able to exit the hospital, leaving behind all their worries they had for a possible much worse outcome of the accident. No words were spoken on their way out until they finally reached the outside, breathing in fresh air again.

"You got a car?" The leader asked his two hip-hop-unit members, who nodded.

"Yeah, we came in mine," Wonwoo assured him, "Where's yours?"

S.Coups nudged his head towards the direction behind him, "Over there. Yours?"

Mingyu pointed in the exact opposite direction, "We found a free spot around the corner."

"Alright, then," Cheol opened his arms as soon as he saw Minnie already walking towards him, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks again," the girl whispered into his shoulder.

Coups kissed the top of her head. "You don't have to thank me for anything. Be careful, okay?" He released her from his embrace, looking her straight into the eye, making sure that he got a nod from her in return, before strutting over to the other members. With a quick bro-hug, they said their goodbyes, but the leader didn't leave with one last call out,

"Take care of her!"

"We will!" Mingyu shouted back, putting his arm around Minnie's shoulder carefully, scared to maybe find a bruise she didn't know she had or forgot to tell them about.

A comfortable silence fell between the three, but of course, it had to be broken when a sudden thought popped into the younger rapper's head.

"So... about that emergency contact-"

Minnie could only groan.

-

She knew the following day wasn't going to be exciting. She knew she'd have to take the painkillers she had been given. She knew she would have to go talk to another manager about what happened. She knew she then would be in the practice room, making the best of the situation, praying that she could move as normally as possible. And that's exactly what was happening.

After getting almost babied by the two rappers in their apartment, Minnie was happy to be with the other members again, that would be more focused on the practice session rather than her well-being when everything was fine with her and Wonwoo, and Mingyu just didn't know when to stop caring about her.

She and the two guys entered the room together, them first with her being last. Immediately, the girl had all of the attention in the room.

"MINNIE!" Dokyeom shouted into the room, running over to her, and engulfing her in one of his hugs she loved so much.

"Hey," she started giggling. Seungkwan, Hoshi, Jun, and Dino followed with loud cheers, welcoming the female member as they ran over to join. Jeonghan and Joshua were still sitting against a wall, eyeing the group carefully to know when they'd be able to walk over and greet her. Woozi, Vernon, and Minghao chuckled at the other guys but also decided to give them some space before they would check on the girl. All happened while S.Coups was still on his way to the practice room, along with their choreographer.

Not even able to wrap her arms around his middle, DK jumped back again.

"OH, does it hurt?" He glanced at her in alert, scared of unknowingly hurting her, to which she shook her head, a smile spreading on her lips.

"No, don't worry, I only have a bruise here on the side." She pointed to her side, making him only grin wider and engulf her again. 

One after one, the loud members hugged her, asking over and over again if she really was doing well, so Minnie just continued nodding her head the entire time.

"What's up with that?" Vernon pointed to his own eye once she was free from the other guys - it was his way of welcoming her and she appreciated that.

"I'm gonna be cool now," she commented, "I'll have a scar."

"What cut you?" Woozi wanted to know.

"A piece of glass." Her answer earned her a hiss from them, including Minghao, who got closer to her, gently putting his arms around her shoulders to pull her into a hug.

"We're glad you're okay," he said to her, his hand rubbing comfortably up and down her back.

Minnie nodded, "Yeah, me too." While he continued to ask questions about the day before, the two '95 Liners that were in the room, joined them. 

Once their conversation seemed to have died down, Joshua broke his silence.

"You know, you might be the only person that looks good with a band-aid under their eye," he jokingly said, getting mocking laughter from the girl in return.

"Thanks," she gave him a hug, which Joshua made tighter than she expected. Moving onto Jeonghan, he wrapped his arms around her as well.

"I'm really glad nothing else happened to you."

Minnie nodded once again.

"If the piece of glass would've moved even just a few millimetres up higher, she could've been blind," Mingyu suddenly budged in, earning him a shove from the female member.

"You don't have to constantly say that." Repeating it over five times the night before was enough.

"Yes I do, so you're more careful next time," he talked back to her.

Minnie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, next time I'll try to stop the car with my own two hands, alright?"

Dokyeom, who overheard the conversation, smacked his arm, "Leave her alone, she was in a car accident!"

"I'm trying to take care of her!" The other '97 Liner snapped at him. DK only scoffed at him in return before he left the group to warm up for the practice.

Minnie went to sit down next to Wonwoo on the couch as the small group broke apart again, everyone getting back to what they were doing before she had gotten here. The rapper eyed her side profile when she sighed.

"You okay?"

She turned her head towards him, nodding.

"Okay enough to practice?" He continued to ask her, making her nod again.

"I think so, yeah," she scootched up closer to him, "The painkillers are doing a pretty good job." Before Wonwoo could say anything else, somebody stole their attention.

"Oh!" Jeonghan jumped up, catching everyone off guard as he rushed out of the room, coming back only a second later, holding out his hand as he joined the couple by the couch. "I found this for you."

Confused, Minnie, took the little package from his stretched-out palm, turning it around, chuckling at the sight.

"Hello Kitty Band-Aids?"

The older member nodded proudly, "They'll fit you a lot better than the boring beige ones." He took it out of her hands and opened it, crouching down on the floor. With his hand, he motioned for her to come closer.

Minnie eyed him getting one band-aid from the box. "But put this one," she pointed at his hands, "over this one," and then at her eye. "Don't take this one off."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't think I'm supposed to take it off yet," she explained, making him nod understandingly.

Jeonghan unwrapped it properly before carefully placing it under her eye, taking off all the unnecessary pieces of paper to make it stick well.

"Look!" He called out, "So pretty!" Making her giggle. "So much prettier than before."

She turned towards the rapper on the couch, a grin plastered on her face. "Do I look so much prettier than before?"

Wonwoo shook his head with a chuckle. "You looked pretty already before. With or without the band-aid." He reached out to brush over the new sticker on her face gently.

Minnie scrunched her face, "That's cheesy." But he just continued grinning. She braced herself on his thigh and leaned over to place a quick peck on his lips. "But thank you." Getting another kiss from her boyfriend.

"Who's gonna take over Minnie's visual role?" Dino's voice rang through the ears of the Seventeen members.

"What?!" The girl shouted out.

"What?" The maknae glanced at the girl, "You said you're gonna have a scar under your eye. Do you think the Visual of the group should have that?"

"Are you calling me ugly?" 

He raised his hands in defence, "I'm just saying. Maybe that scar will change your entire appearance, who knows. We should think of someone that might be able to replace your role."

"Well, it's definitely not gonna be you," Minnie squinted her eyes at Dino, who scoffed.

"That's mean," he pointed at her, his tongue gliding over his teeth. The girl looked him in the eye in dead silence for a quick second, before standing up, causing the youngest to sprint to the other side of the room, getting a round of laughs from some of the members that were following the interaction - Wonwoo included.

The female member threw herself back into the couch with a pout.

"He called me ugly," she sulked. The '96 Liner chuckled, a hand brushing over the back of her head. She turned her head towards him. "You might have to remind me that I'm pretty more often now."

Wonwoo nodded, the smile still bright on his face, "Okay, I will."

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[unrequitedloveletter]

And you've got your demons and darlin', they all look like me- for this prompt, think bittersweet! Good relationships that ended due to some unforseen circumstance and lead to a very nostalgic and bittersweet reunion. Think the acknowledgement of a past relationship and the bittersweet tug of the heart that comes with looking back at shared memories. This is basically the bittersweet, nostalgic angst prompt, and I encourage that you do with that what you will.

this and nikolaiiii! like being childhood friends but drifting over time and meeting again for some meeting (i dont know) and it isn't awkward, more like a lil stiff but still sweet, if that makes sense..

How've You Been?- N.L x gn! reader

Okay, hi! Apologies for how long this took--I know you mentioned that I should take my time in another ask but the apologies are almost obligatory at this point. Life has happened in the way that life does and this one is coming out when it comes out instead of a little sooner, like I had been hoping for originally.

Fic type- this is fluffy!

Warnings- none

You were grinning as you spoke with one of the generals at what Genya refused to call a ball, a gala, a display of grand riches which the Ravkan crown did not have, when Nikolai noticed you.

The outfitting required for the event had been, per the invites, 'relaxed formal' attire. For Nikolai, that manifested as a suit in the same blue as the Ravkan double eagle, no tie, and even a few buttons undone. It was an event thrown in the support of First and Second military alike, with a few of the richer families of Ravka invited to show their support and donate their funds where possible.

It seemed like you'd known the general, and Nikolai fought the urge to facepalm as he remembered why--of course you'd know him. You'd been in the Ravkan army with Nikolai since you were sixteen, and at twenty four, you'd gone up in the ranks to Lieutenant. You were likely just conversing with your boss, maybe a friend of theirs.

You looked good, for the relaxed formal outfitting requirements--you wore a black pleated skirt with a dark blue long sleeved button down tucked into it, black blazer over your arms and sleek black combat boots on your feet.

You looked like a refined version of you, someone that Nikolai had never expected he would meet; not when the version of you that he'd known had been one who craved apple butter at every tip and turn, not when you had been unafraid to run barefoot in grass clobbered by ticks and had danced with a smile in the mud during a rainstorm.

He'd missed you--he'd grown up with you. You'd been one of his closest friends alongside Dominik, and the three of you had joined the military together in the 22nd regiment.

You'd moved up in the ranks, and your regiment number had likely changed. It had been eight years since you'd last seen one another, so Nikolai naturally had to assume that everything had changed, if he were honest with himself.

Nikolai approached you once your conversation with the general had finished, and from the get-go felt a little idiotic. It was a silly thought to have, really--what, eight years without talking to one another and things would just naturally go back to normal? Thinking that something had to go back to the way it was because of the fact that it was that way once upon a time wasn't a good mode of thought, which Nikolai knew on principle.

Still, when you saw him, you grinned. You hugged him like a person hugs an old friend and Nikolai thought, for a second, maybe it could be easy. Maybe the first conversation you'd had in years could be easy.

"Hi, Nik," you greeted. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yeah," Nikolai responded. "Are you still working for the military?"

You nodded, proudness coming to your grin. "Yeah. Lieutenant on the way to general Y/N of Second Army Regiment Fifty-Six. I'll be the youngest general the Second Army has ever seen--I'm determined to get there by my twenty-sixth birthday, and I'm sure you've got your hands full running the country."

Nikolai nodded a little. "Yeah--this isn't easy, and sometimes I question how worth it it is."

You laughed. "I think we all ask ourselves that," you said. "I mean--it's not easy, but it's work. For me, it keeps the paychecks steady. For you, well--you keep the country on it's feet. I can't imagine that such a job would entail anything but a plethora of difficult moments."

Nikolai grinned, and the conversation stilted.

It wasn't...awkward with you, to say. It was just that you'd not spoken in more than two thousand days and as such, things weren't how they used to be.

"And you're okay?" You asked. "You're well, your family is well--what of them deserves to be, anyway?"

"Yeah," Nikolai nodded. He'd not spoken to his mother or his father since the Spinning Wheel. He had no intention of speaking to them anytime soon. "I'm all right. How've you been?"

"Well enough," you said.

Nikolai sighed.

It wasn't the best reunion, but he'd also never thought he'd see or hear from you again, so he figured it was a start.

[norrisreads]

delicate - yt #22

PAIRING: yuki tsunoda x reader!

SUMMARY: inspired by delicate - Taylor Swift

WARNINGS: fluff, hinge of angst! cheater! ex !!!!!! insecure reader!

FC: karina from aespa

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“ hi! you mentioned drawing inspiration for your fic from songs. can you write Yuki fic based on Delicate by Taylor Swift where they are both into each other but the reader is so afraid to mess up because of her problematic past? maybe a little angsty to spice it up? thank you xx”

love love the idea of this, hope you’re happy with my take on it <3 yuki needs more love and fics 😭🙏🏻

Being friends with the scuderia alphatauri driver, yuki tsunoda has it’s pros and cons. Having met on a cooking class and being closer to each other after one dinner ‘date’ made you realise the both of you have tons of similarities. you’ve never realised yuki was a driver racing for the formula one, not until you’ve realised you were stopped in the streets by fans asking for a picture with him.

pros are you’re well contented with his presence, not having a single dull moment whenever you’re around him

and cons are being scared to confessing your feelings to the said driver, with a fear of rejection and letting him in your life permanently.

It's okay to consider confessing; what scares you is your fear of being rejected. Rejection and you are not compatible, and neither is maintaining people in your life on a long-term basis.

A terrible memory has to be the day your friends and ex-boyfriend publically humiliated you. It seems like everyone, including their mothers, knew about his affair with your ex-best friend, which made the entire year unbearably monotonous and depressing.

It's safe to assume that you never truly had someone there for you during your difficult times because you were never great with people—that is, until you met Yuki.

Despite his hectic schedule, he was there for you when you were hired for your dream company and even celebrate your 22nd birthday. You've come to realize that you were no match for him because he was there for you through everything.

You were simply a typical lady...a regular person who works for a company and relies upon that job for her income—someone he had met while taking cookery classes during his downtime. You weren't a well-known figure in the industry or an influencer. Perhaps this explains why, unseen to you, Yuki Tsunoda has a major crush on you.

“hey what has gotten you thinking so hard, that you’re not listening to me?” yuki snaps his fingers trying to get your attention which made you realised you’ve been daydreaming

smiling at yuki, “nothing just thinking on what we should get for dinner later”

he took a seat beside you, “i was thinking of this ramen store that i used to go when i was a kid, i wanna bring you there. I’m sure you’ll love the ramen”

yuki pleaded you for a 2 weeks off from your work to attend the Japanese Grand Prix, and you agreed as he was super persistent on making sure you’re on board with the plan.

other than that, yuki planned a whole guided trip (of course him being the tour guide) for you. Showing you places that had meant a-lot to him, bring you to the harry potter house (you’re a huge fan of it, and yuki could tell as you had a raven-claw phone case on when he first met you) and of course bringing you to meet his friends.

“i’m almost done with everything, just give me 30 minutes and i’ll be back. you can walk around with Michael if you’re scared, or i can call over josh to accompany you?”

you had met michael and josh countless times, whenever you’re over at yuki’s house they’ll never fail to be there too. The four of you had surprisingly gotten closer, but with the recent shifting of josh to Ferrari, the outings weren’t rlly quite often anymore.

“yeah i’ll visit josh, i’ve just seen him outside a few minutes ago. Text me when you’re done yuki”

walking around the paddock with josh made you realised that he was a great listener, he listened to you rambling on and on about your life and your feelings towards Yuki.

“give it a try, y/n” josh stopped walking and faced you, shrugging his shoulders

“i’m scared, what if he leaves like the others josh? he’s not someone i would want to let go off”

then you heard laughters, looking at josh in confusion

“him? leaving you? yeah that’s never happening. Have you seen the way he look at you?”

shaking your head , “i shouldn’t be telling you this, if Yuki hears this from me, i’m dead y/n but the way he looks at you? it’s unbelievable but that gaze was a look of a man in love”

with you..?

“don’t joke around josh, it’s not funny!”

but with the seriousness of josh look, it was never a joke

“well it’s up to you to believe me y/n, come on let’s go! Michael just texted me yuki is done for the day”

“why did you not let me know we’re going to a restaurant? i’m too dressed down for this yuki” walking side by side with yuki towards the restaurant

“it’s a family business, i doubt they’ll care of our dress-codes further more you’ll still look beautiful even with a trash bag on”

arriving at the restaurant, the both of you were guided to a table, and a few minutes later, yuki’s uncle greeted the both of you.

“it’s such an honour meeting yuki’s girlfriend, we heard sooo much about you from yuki! we were super excited that you’ve decided to visit japan!”

yuki’s girlfriend…?

“oh no i’m just a friend! it’s an honour in meeting you too, i can’t wait to try the food here!” smiling sweetly to yuki’s uncle and what you’ve missed was the red flush cheeks on yuki’s face.

in the midst of eating and talking, yuki took out a small bag and handed it to you

confused, accepting the bag and you took a look, you were surprised.

it was a locket necklace with a picture of the both of you that he had taken after the first dinner ‘date’ with a date engraved on the other side of the locket.

“y/n, i’ve been thinking and i’ve realised that with you in my life, i’ve looked forward to it everyday. You made me realise that life was worth living and i can’t imagine a life without you. I must say my anger management has been really well after i’ve met you”

the both of you laughed, but yuki was looking forward to your answer

apparently, after the talk that you had with josh. He had raise his concerns about you to yuki, and yuki’s goal for tonight is for you to feel loved.

“i know you’re having thoughts if i will ever leave you, but I promise you i won’t. I’ll stay by your side till we’re old, I’ll celebrate every milestone with you, i’ll never get sick of you y/n. There’s no one else that i would want to live my life with, it does not matter that you’re just a typical girl because what matters at the end of the day is you’re the only one i’ve had my eyes on, so would you be the honour of being my girlfriend?”

and by the end of his sentence, you were tearing up.

“you’re driving me crazy yuki tsunoda”

Yuki holds while stroking your hands, saying, " that’s what i do best, love”

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yukifans it was just confirmed today! I’m so happy for them!

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another yuki oneshot added to the list, i hope this was a great read! added in a lil ig post of their reveal 🤭🙏🏻

[popcornforone]

Smash & Nash

A Spooky Season Max Phillips Fan Fic

I know you could say all Max P fics are for spooky season but this one was written especially for it. & considering where I was with this in the 22nd I’m amazed it’s now published. I’ve done good.

Synopsis: Max & You have agreed your turning date, & the day before your mortal wedding you decide to head to fair with attractions & seasonal spooky things. However Max is the one who is having doubt about your arrangement.

Word Count: 4800

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Max is a vampire so blood, mentions of death & turning & other vampire lore, piv sex, in public sex, outdoors sex, fingering, drinking while having sex, swearing, being competitive, being angry, hypnosis, manipulation, mentions of oral. Established relationship. Competitiveness

Thanks as always for reading peoples. All feedback is appreciated. Enjoy everyone.

“Step right up to the world famous pumpkin smash, it’s just like a coconut shy but we make pumpkin pie with the smashed pumpkins for the homeless shelter” That’s all it takes. He grips you hand & smiles. A bright white seductive smile.

“Seriously?” You ask as you roll your eyes. “You want to smash pumpkins?”

“Yes I do my forever…” He knows he’s got to charm you into allowing him to do this, he slowly drags his fangs along the back of your hand before he kisses it, threatening you with a potential early feed if he doesn’t get his way. The devil is always in his eyes but tonight the night before Halloween he’s even more mischievous.”I promise not to cheat”

“Urgh alright, fair fight?” You tut. Max is more competitive than you, that’s why you feel for him but being a vampire gave him added advantages. You like him to show off when it’s for your collective benefits but when you’re against each other it gets a bit tedious.

“Always a fair fight my love, ha what does she take me for?” He jokes to the attendant & the man running the game hands you both over 5 balls to smash the pumpkins with.

“If we do this, I get to pick the next thing we do at this autumn fest?” You raise an eyebrow in hope of Max agreement.

This is meant to be your night. The last days of autumn, the clocks have changed. The nights are cold & long & the leaves have all but finished falling. This time next year, if you come to this event, you will be like Max, a creature of the undead. A vampire looking for prey. You’ve agreed on your turning date it’s on November 17th. You will awaken from your transformation & be a creature of the night on your actual birthday of November 30th should everything go to plan.

“Agreed”Max says as he watches your small hands grasp a ball ready to throw. He likes how small your hands are when they stroke his cock, & he is so looking forward for that to now happen for eternity. You are his forever he has been searching for, for over 300 years, which in vampire time is not long. But his last two potential vampire brides died during transformation. He’s taking no risks this time. He’s doing it all properly & is making sure you are the one. So far nothing has gone against either of you it’s all on track & tomorrow at the Halloween feast you attend you will legally become his wife in the eyes of the mortal world.

You eye each other up. Competitive senses at a high. Most pumpkins smashed is the aim of the game & Max being a gentleman lets you go first. The vampire after centuries has still remembered his manners. As the first hit splatters a pumpkin everywhere covering the guy running the stall, you are so proud of yourself. Your pride is wiped away when you see the look on Max face. He’s trying to work out what’s best for him to do.

Easily let you win?

Take you on at his least competitive?

Cheat?

Use his powers?

He’s contemplating them all.

But then he looks at your face. Max the over thinker he can just about in your mind. He shakes his head trying to get out of it, his head conflicted. He’s brought back to the noise & the smells of the fair as you hold his arm.

“Maxie, it doesn’t matter who wins, this is for fun, it’s for charity, if you want to show off do it but I won’t be upset if you beat me” you softly say to him before kissing his cheek. Your lips are still so alive. Your kisses will still feel as good when you’re a vampire, but some of the warmth & the rush of blood will disappear.

“You sure my forever” he nuzzels his nose against yours. The temptation to bite down hard on his bottom lip is difficult to resist but you do.

“Always baby” your right hand trails down his back soothing him as he grabs his first ball to throw. As he does you smack his arse causing his ball to go nowhere near any pumpkin.

“Cheat!” He shouts & holds you close his eyes enraged, starting to show some red flecks in them. You laugh & then do a little mocking strop.

“Oooh im Max Phillips, I’m the only one who can cheat & get away with it” you also hiss at the end, which make Max hiss back & then you hiss more.

“Your hissing is making excellent progress” Max says as you then both continue taking it in turns to smash the pumpkins, each ball by you both taking one completely out & causing a mess.

“You think so?” You reply with a smile, proud he’s noticed. He said you sounded like a stick insect when you started it.

“Only time will tell.” Max chirps as he throws his last ball that takes out the final pumpkin. You high five each other & he pulls you in close for a hug. It doesn’t matter that you both have countless layers on & it’s getting cold, Max can still feel the warmth radiating from you. His nice little snack. He will need to find a new permanent source of food for you both soon.

You hold Max hand as you look at a few things & then you excitedly screech.

“They have a ghost train Max” you scream in excitement.

“Whats a ghost train?” You look dumbfounded.

“You are 364 years old & you have never ever been on a ghost train?” There’s a reason why he’s waited to turn you, he wants you to immortally be the same age he was when he was turned forever at almost 32 years old. That way you won’t look like an odd couple together. You have been dating him for the last 4 years, & he asked you to be his forever in your 30th birthday. This is all so right for you both, but the fact he’s never been on a ghost train does bother you a little.

“I don’t see what all the fuss is about” he says as you drag him across to it. “I mean…”

“If you say ghosts aren’t real I’m calling bullshit..” you sternly say which shuts him up a little.

“Fair enough”

“Come on Max you promised I could do whatever I wanted next baby please, can we do this?”

Max huffs “alright, alright, fine” this is a well organised event but this ghost train is not one from Disney or a fright night kind of thing. But you can see from some peoples faces that they’ve had a few jump scares as they get off the ride.

The ride attendant takes you tokens & straps you into a carriage.

“Welcome to the ghouls of gore” they state they are dressed as a werewolf. “Where mortals scream & the undead devour” Max raises an eyebrow at them.

“We will be the judge of that” Max cockily replies. You instantly lock your arms with him. You’re not scared but you want to feel as close to Max as possible while he probably sits there & goes ahhh that’s not how a zombie looks critiquing it. Also his slower heartbeat, as you feel his icy skin, is always calming. Many a night have you fallen asleep to his one beat every 5 seconds pulse. It’s just enough to keep him alive. “You okay?” He asks as you look at each other. He looks concerned which you think is for you.

“I’m with you Max, of course I am” & with that the ride starts. It flys through various rooms, Actors leap out, the ride drops, the statues are spooky & the score send chills down your spine. You’ve been on scarier ghost trains but this is pretty good for what you have paid. You let out a few genuine screams as well as some because you know you should. But Max sits next to you almost in silence. It’s only when the ride ends that you look at him. He’s even whiter than he usually is. Something not right with your own creature of the night.

“Well” says the attendant “I’m guessing that worked” they joke looking at Max. He looks pale & spooked. As soon as he is released Max bolts & storms off. Something has been triggered in him.

“Thank you” you say to the ride person & you catch up with Max who’s storming off still not saying a word, he has no idea where he’s heading either, he’s in a strop. “Max slow down what’s up”

“Nothing” he snaps. Brushing you away.

“Maximums Victor Rodrick VanPhelt” that’s his full name back from when he was mortal. You saying that always means he’s in trouble. Picking Max Phillips is a much easier name for people. “Turn & face me” Max stops in his tracks his face is like thunder. But his bottom lip is quivering. He looks scared. “What’s wrong?” It’s a few seconds of silence, your own smile dropping before he speaks.

“What if I kill you?”

“What”

“I’ve tried twice before with who I thought was the one, both ended in death & pain, both put me off finding another forever. & now here you are, so calm about the process, so ready to accept your fate.” His eyes are watering & you both walk up to each other & embrace.

“Honestly Max, I’m a bit scared”

“Really” he now looks even more worried.

“But I’d rather risk it being turned immortal by you, then die old & you have to suffer the heartbreak when I’m 95” Max can sense the future, he has told you that he sees your mortal life ending a few years before your reaching 100 but it’s clouded it’s not set in stone.

“But what if”

“No Max stop, I want to be your forever be that be for the next 18 days after tonight or 30 years or 50 or 500, I’ve decided what I want & I want you, I want to be your vampire bride.” A single tear drips down Maxs face. Love isn’t often reciprocated for him.

“You love me, you completely love me?” he’s still uncertain. You had heard of the day before the wedding jitters but this is a new level of this.

“Yes! Forever yes! How can I prove this to you anymore than I already have” you reply, you caress his face. Your touch making him sigh. He has a small look around & then looks at the attraction to his left.

“Come with me” you are dragged to a little tent for the hall of mirrors. Neither of you have the tokens for this ride. Max reaches the attendant & hypnotises them. “We have the tokens you just don’t need to see them” & with that they let you in.

“Max?”

“Trust me”

After 3 corridors & him stuttering the cctv so it glitches out, he reaches a normal mirror & stands you in front of it. You look at your over sizes hoodie & big scarf, your ripped navy jeans & your blonde hair styled as a bob. Your black nail shine & fingerless gloves touch your outfit.

“What do you see?” He asks

“Your future wife” you reply.

“True…” he says “but I want to know that you see more than this” you look deeply into the mirror. You know what he’s asking you to see.

“I see me, a strong confident woman who knows what she want. No clothes define who I am & neither will time. I see a lost soul who then met the man of her dreams. I see the person I was & the person I will become.” You then see something & blink twice & then hold Max hand”… & I see us standing beside each other for eternity” max is a little choked by this. It’s the answer he hoped for.

“That’s very sweet…” but you interrupt him.

“No max I see your reflection…” Max steps back a little. Max can always see his slight reflection. It’s always delayed a little, & it foggy but he can always see himself enough to check he looks good.

“What?! That’s impossible I…”

“No max” you look up at him beaming & then back to the mirror. “When I held your hand I saw something shimmer in the mirror. Like there was something that moved quickly, almost a ghost but the more I squeeze your hand…” you hold it tighter”I can see it more, there’s something blurry in the mirror that I can see & it’s in the place where you should be” your own lip trembles. You can see your vampire staring back at you in the glass. Maybe your mind wanted to see it, maybe it wasn’t really there but you don’t care.

“Wow” with his other hand Max wipes a small tear away. “& you’re sure you’re not already a vampire?”

You laugh”no max otherwise you’d have died drinking me”

“True, it’s just no one’s ever mentioned my reflection before” Max is struggling to keep it together. He’s overwhelmed with emotion. “You see me for all I am worth & more” Max turns to face you before his lips meet yours. Always deep & passionately. His lust never dying down. It’s easy to fall for someone when they can kiss this good. The way you wrap your arms around him, one hand on his shoulder the other ruffling his hair.

“Always Max” you say as the kiss breaks. You bite his bottom lip as it ends. That’s code for wanting him. Max always wants you, but he didn’t just want to ask you for consent each time so you biting his lip makes sure he is aware you are in the mood. He eyes dilate & he hissed slightly.

“Okay?”

“Okay”

Max then has a quick look around.

“I’m not sure where though baby” he says as he walks you out the hall of mirrors.

“We could go home Max &…”

“No you want me now, I’m not wasting this opportunity” he rolls his eyes back into his head to use one of his vampire sense to see if there somewhere you could go or hide. It’s the one thing you don’t like him doing as a vampire, because you can’t see those dark caramel eyes. It’s only ever for a few seconds, but that’s always when you remember he’s not human. Even when he drinks from you, that feels more normal with that. “Ahhh” he snaps back into the now his eyes beaming back at you & the vacant empty face filled with a mischievous smile.

“You found somewhere”

“Yes” he grabs you by the hand, leaving the hall of mirrors & you start marching across the fair to the security hut & walk behind it. There’s a small table & a broken chair but it’s out the way & no one can see you.”we don’t need long baby I know what I want to do to you.” He’s kissing up your neck once you’re behind the hut. You’re already moaning as he licks at you & his hand undoes your belt on you jeans.

“Max what if…” but he raises an eyebrow

“Don’t worry I’ve cast some hypnosis on a few people as we got here to say stay away. Anyone who wants to interrupt, we can note for future feeds” his hand pull your jeans & knickers down to your knees as he pushes you hard against the hut wall.

“& the security?”

“Shhh baby you overthink too much” your hands are undoing his own trouser. It’s as you feel his briefs that two fingers slip inside you.

“Oooh Max” your eyes scrunch shut as the rhythm is fast, squelching noises coming from your sex within seconds. He has large hands & long fingers & with a vampiric speed he possesses he can have you cumming on his fingers in about 90seconds. The way his thumb pleasures your clit as well. It’s over stimulation for sure in the few minutes he works with his hand but oh does it feel good when he does this. “Max, fuck max” your neck is strained. His small kisses peppering each inch of it. You can feel him getting hand in his own underwear. & then he hits the spot & you scream.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum, cum for your vampire Prince.” Flecks of red fill his eyes. He’s lusting for more than just sex. That sets you off, drenching his finger, as you clamp & he pulls you into him to keep you on your feet. “Damn baby, you know how to make my heart beat almost normally”

“Max mmmmmm max” you just about get the word out. You eventually lean against the hut & remove the scarf while he frees his always impressive length from his briefs. Throbbing & leaking. “Max I want to give you the ultimate pleasure” you whisper into is ear as he swipes his penis over your entrance, a few stroke of it on your clit just to keep you at this level. He loves a tease.

“I thought you said that was for special occasions only” your hands leave Max & you remove your hoddie. Your neck & shoulder line almost looking as broad as him, because you always want to give him an opportunity to enjoy what he wants most.

“I did, tonight is that”

“What about our wedding night tomorrow?” He raises an eyebrow as he licks his lips, nudging further his tip almost ready to slip inside you.

“Max I plan on having a wedding week… oooh fuck”it’s time for your eyes to roll into the back of your head, your mouth wide open gasping for air, as in two ferocious thrusts, hes deep inside your cunt. Where his fingers have been long & got to that spot, he’s hit it already as you flutter around him instantly.

“Well as long as you say the magic words we agreed on I shall. God you’re super tight tonight” you wrap a leg around Max a better angle, as much as Max always pleasures you & has you gushing all over his cock, this just makes it even better.

“Be my Bitey Maxie, drink, please” the words splutter out of your mouth.

When you met Max & he revealed he was a vampire you swore no drinking of you during sex. Before it yes & much time afterwards of course but never during it. 6months in you let him sink his fangs into your thighs, the mixture of bloody & you collective juices made him ravenous. Over the next 3 years you have allowed him to have a small drink while he’s been buried inside you. Your blood tastes better & sweet at your climax he says & 3 months ago when you agreed your transformation date you allowed him to drink from your neck as he fucked you. The orgasm you had, had you walking awkwardly for a few days afterwards. It shook you to the core & you couldn’t stop thinking about the high & how close to possible death you could be. His fangs do heal but to drink from your neck while spilling inside you is his ultimate turn on but this is also something that you have agreed to do a few more times since. You enjoyed the rush a little too much.

“Mark me Max” you pant”I consent” your hips already move in time with his, a body so familiar, you can feel every inch of him, be it his hand on your arse or each pulse inside you, with his throbbing cock.

“Yes my bride” the brown from his eyes is all but gone. So black & wide with a red outline, he’s ready to feast. It always amazes you that his fangs slowly appear. You are curious as to why they aren’t always as prominent as when he’s about to feed. They mesmerise you every time. His hand as he plunders you rhythmically, grips around your chin to hold you in place, exaggerating your neck, he wants to pick the right vein. He loves kissing your neck & the little crook, Max does love kissing everywhere if he’s honest, but the pulse & flow if the blood there always makes him ravenous for more.

“I’m ready baby” you gasp.

“You think you are” there’s the devils smirk, his fangs white sparkling & dripping. He grazes them down your neck before he sinks them into his preferred feeding spot. He hit the soft spot inside you at that exact moment too. Your body already wanting to crumble at the intense pleasure.

“Fuck Max” a drawn out whimper escapes your mouth, pleasure filling your body. You can feel a small trickle down your shoulder as the fangs sink deeper into your flesh. The way his body pushes into you more so your flat against the wall. You’re grinding on his cock creating the frictions most of the time now. It’s easier todo when you sit or lie down, let alone be out in the open having sex. Your eyes when they do open from desire look up at the stars in the night sky.

Max is lapping at each drop, you’re the sweetest tonight he’s ever tasted you & that’s including when he once put sugar in everything you at to see how it effected the taste of your blood. Maybe it’s your connection & passion that makes you taste delicious. He feels guilty for drinking, at about his third slurp but you moan his name again & he remembers you consented to this & to everything that will follow. Your blood is also tasting warmer as you breathe heavier, it’s pumping through your veins. This is why this is a danger, one nip too many will see you off. But Max has recently agreed that if that were to happen that he would turn your straight away.

There you both stand wrapped around each other, experiencing pleasures that neither of you knew existed. The idea of someone catch you exhilarates you both, makes this session even harder & sexier. But Max powers would over throw & convince anyone that this was not what they saw. Two entangled bodies becoming one. As you moan you feel Max start to increase his pace again.

“Fuck, fuck oh god Max” every sense is tingling. Your body feels sexy & the way he is thrusting has you stuttering. He’s enjoying the way you taste, the way you feel, the way you are so desperate to satisfy him, sexually & as a feed. No one has every brought him to nirvana before, but right now as he can feel his own heart beat almost like it used to 300 odd years ago, he moans. His teeth sink deeper & you both gasp.

“Max…mmmm… Max… MAX!” You scream & let go of your desire. You clamp & soak him. It makes him pulse more & his teeth go even deeper & your body starts to convulse from overstimulation of everything. Your grip becomes less on him & he can sense this might be too much, but it’s also really turning him on. He’s so close. He wants to cum. One last sink of those teeth have you both hissing & he removes his fangs completely with the next thrust.

“Fuck” he growls spilling inside you, coating your walls. Making you go numb. An incredible high for him. But Max has mucked up. He’s not heeled your neck & your blood is still pumping faster than ever. It only takes him a few seconds to regain his sense but he then suddenly notices the white look on your face, slowly draining of colour & not just from the intense orgasm you’ve just had. Crimson is leaking from your neck.”oh fuck” in his fangs go again, to stem the flow. Their venom as he slowly withdraws them starts to heal you but he’s worried he’s done it too late. They drip into your blood stream & he raises an eye to check your still with him. He doesn’t want to turn you, not right now, but he knows if he had to he would. The last few drops of his venom drop onto your skin, sealing shut the holes, so it looks like all you have there are two spots. His breath is short, he’s panicked. Did he stop the flow in time? He looks deeply at you in hope that you will open your eyes & speak to him.

“Max” it’s a whimper as you lick your lips & come to from the most phenomenal sensation ever. Max sighs in relief.

“You okay baby?”

“Mmmmhmmmm yeaa I am, I’ve never felt so alive” your eyes connect & the frenzied kiss you receive makes you both tremble. He’s just happy he didn’t go too far in his excitement. He’s still inside you but softening.

“For a second I thought I’d lost you, & would have to delay our wedding due to turning you” he pants, his eyes are filled with love. No longer black or with a red shimmer but still large & brown.

“I’m glad you didn’t baby, that really was extraordinary” you can feel your body warm up again clearly he had drunk more than he should have, you cheeks start to colour. He holds you still so you don’t collapse as he pulls out of you & then rummages in your bag for a cloth. Usually that’s just used for blood spillage when he’s had a sudden urge to drink, but today it’s for other bodily fluids. He’s delicate as he cleans you. Despite you saying your okay he knows what he just did was a bit too much. As you both but your bottoms back on you can see in his eyes there still a concern.

“What’s the matter Max?” He does his belt up & sighs, before reply.

“You really were willing to let me drain you tonight to get your high werent you?”

“Yes Maxie, why do you think I consented”

“Wow” he says in admiration. He’s proud that you’d do anything for him. “& I didn’t even need to hypnotise you to do it”

“I have a confession Max, your hypnosis has never worked one me.” You giggle. You can feel when he tries to do it to you, especially at the start of your relationship. He’s not attempted it in ages. But nine times out of ten when he was suggesting you were down for anyhow.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“Why is that an issue?”

“No!” He rubs the back of his head & pulls you in closes. “Vampire lore states that your true vampire bride wants what you do & doesn’t need persuasion” you beam back before you fling your arms around him.

“Oooh Max” it’s a soft kiss you plant on his lips before he then makes it deeper.”I love you baby”

“I love you more”

“Impossible”

“Try me” you both giggle before you kiss once more.

By the time you make your way back to the attractions most of the family’s have left. It’s now all adults & older teens hanging about. You then see an apple bobbing contest. It has a leader board with how many apples can be plucked in 2mins. The top score is 8. You see the look in Max eyes.

“Well” he says. You know his fangs & reflexes will help.

“Go on then Max”

“Ooh no your joining in too”

“What? No Max this is an easy win for you” I wink at him.

“See i think it’s going to be easier for you”

“Why?”

“Well let’s just say your bobbing & gag reflex are second to none” he says with a cheeky smile.

“Max!”

“What?! Just stating the truth baby”

“Hmmmm” you smirk & pay for both you entry’s. You then whisper to Max as you both get ready for the contest. “Do you think blow jobs will be better when I have fangs?” Max does a double take & then smiles.

“I have no idea sweetie” he takes off his coat & gets ready for his go.”but I can’t wait to find out” & so Max plunges his head into the ice water bucket. A score of 13 he gets, claiming first prize. Not that this discouraged you afterwards. Your own mouth meant you came in 2nd with a total of 10.

“That’s my good girl” Max says after your attempt, As he kisses you deeply. “My forever.”

[alexiavettel]

chapter five

"The world was whole then, the sun and the moon together as one"

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!stroll¡reader

word count: 1.7k+

warnings: explicit language, i might’ve accidentally attracted Aston Martin’s good car this year (i wrote this feb 22nd), use of y/n and obviously Charles and reader acting like childs

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that match the context

<<< previous part

Y/n Stroll POV:

March 20th, 2022

Bahrain, Sakhir- first race

After the pre-season testing in Barcelona, that one pic of me with Charles blew up, we are already getting used to the questions about our “relationship”. We got closer after that day in the parking lot, not like best friends but I think I know him better now.

In the two next press conferences, we got paired up together and I was able to calm him down. Everyone noticed, our teams, the public and most important: the sponsors. I am not like his therapist but I can cut him whenever he’s going to fuck up, let’s just say that years of bickering made me used to him being a dick.

Yesterday Ferrari and Aston Martin posted the same video of us taking ice baths together after the quali. Long story short everyone is shipping us, maybe a little too much in my opinion but that’s good for us. Big part of the public tend to forget things pretty easily, like all the records of our F2 days, F3 and even karting pics that let our rivalry very clear. But for some fans it’s just a cute little love story of childhood rivals to lovers, and we are counting everyone believe in this version.

“I am your trainer not your therapist Y/n. Stop thinking loud and focus on the massage!” Derek interrupted my line of thought.

“Don’t be a pussy, man!”

“What? Are you too busy thinking about your boyfriend that you can’t focus on the race?” This little bitch…

“Are you trying to provoke me?”

“Depends, is it working?”

“No ‘cause I guessed your plan first, but why mate?”

“You might not like what I am about to say, but you look too focused on this marketing, business or whatever this shit of a deal is. Like more than in your training or the car performance and I’m worried about you… I know how mad you get when you can’t get the best out of the car”

“Let’s see it”

•

“The pre-season testing proved to be right! Aston Martin is flying! With Stroll in P4 and Vettel in P3. That’s an incredible result for the team. I have to admit Crofty, I am really surprised”

“It doesn’t really surprise me, Martin. Their data were actually good before the season, what really amazes me it’s that incredible maneuver Y/n is doing to overtake her teammate four times world champion Sebastian Vettel in this curve!”

“What a move she pulled out there!” 

“Do you think she can get the pace to use the DRS in Sainz?”

“Considering there’s only 7 laps left I think she can get to him but don’t overtake with those used mediums”

“I agree, and for the record, who is your driver of the day, my dear Crofty?”

“I got to go with Stroll, what an incredible performance. Coming from P15 after the penalty and crawling her way to the podium. The second in her career, by the way!”

“I’m gonna go with Leclerc who even starting from pole had to do an incredible undercut in Verstappen some laps ago. Ferrari’s pits stops and strategies, Leclerc and Sainz deserve this 1-2” 

“Little off topic but since we chose them, have you heard the rumours?”

“About them dating? I don’t know man, I usually don’t care about driver’s life out of the paddock but if it’s true that can influence on the track…”

“Yeah that’s exactly what worries me, Stroll is probably going to have her best year in that car and dating a driver could distract her-“

“And could distract Leclerc as well, he’s trying to be a world champ this year. I don’t know if I could focus on being a champion worrying about my girlfriend in the car ahead or behind me”

“Let’s hope everything goes fine, isn’t it? I always liked their dynamic tho, the rivalry and partnership in F2 were incredible!”

“True I forgot about that! But I honestly think they are not together, probably just got closer in the season break”

“I agree mate. And look! Just what we were talking about before, the last lap ahead of us and the podium is defined: Leclerc, Sainz and Stroll!”

“Wow, Ferrari starting the season with an amazing 1-2! ‘Didn’t expect Aston Martin to be that good! Stroll in P3 with the fastest lap and Vettel in P4! A shame for Red Bull with that double DNF but good for Mercedes with Hamilton in P5 and his new teammate Russell in P6! The pointing zone being completed by: Bottas in P7, Ocon P8, Alonso in P9 and Magnussen are getting their first points this year! This season will be absolute fire!”

•

“What an incredible drive you did today, Y/n! Congrats! I’m absolutely impressed with your performance and the car! How does it feel being back on the podium?”

“Hi guys, hey Ted” the audience erupted in cheers “I don’t have much words to describe how happy I am to be back at the podium. I’m very proud of our car, and being able to see the results after all the hard work is an amazing feeling!”

“‘Have to ask you, do you feel confident about a win this season?”

“Absolutely, I don’t think this is pure luck. There’s plenty of effort in it so we are all looking up for a win and even maybe a championship battle who knows! So yeah, a win for me or for Seb would be really welcome”

“Thank you so much for your time, and that was Y/n Stroll ladies and gentlemen!”

•

“You were amazing today, Stroll. S’such a pleasure being the one to tell you that you are the driver of the day!”

“Wow, I honestly didn’t expect this. Thanks y’all for the votes, it was a really challenging race after starting in P15”

“You did an awesome quali yesterday but got a 10-place grid penalty for changing a power unit, right?”

“Yeah, and still unbelievable I got P3 in the end”

•

Geez what a feeling! But I finally can get at least 2 minutes for myself, my cheeks even hurt from smiling too much. Everything just- No fucking way, my mobile started ringing. I really didn’t want to get up but thank god I did. “Mike Krack” was written on the screen.

“Mike, is everything good?” 

“Hi, yeah everything’s good. And beforehand I know how tired you must be but I need you to do something for me, girl”

“You say like I have a choice how cute” poor Mike but I’m definitely not in the mood right now.

“Sorry Stroll but it’s about that thing. Your managers suggested you both going home in the same car and plane, just like a cute little couple in love”

“Ew don’t say it like this”

“Sorry” he giggled “But yes, why don’t you try it? Would make even more believable after that hug”

Yeah, about that…

I get out of the car and do a little dance (which I will probably regret later) but I don’t even have time to think after jumping to the ground since a red flash came running towards me and hugs my waist taking me off the ground.

I took longer than I should to recognise the “red flash”, but when I felt the smell of white peach and orange blossom I knew right away it was Leclerc.

His perfume had been impregnated in my clothes lately after having to hug each other all the time in public, so when we pulled away from the hug I already knew who it was.

“You did so well!” He opens his helmet’s visor 

“Thanks, you too! You got p1 Leclerc!” He opens my visor this time, holding the sides of my helmet and looking into my eyes, smiling. The way he looks right into them is like he searches a reason to be doing it, or like he knows something I don't, or like he sees the future in my pupils.

“But just to be clear, I hated to hear about you pressing in Sainz over the radio” the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles is actually cute, and the colour of them look like the Mediterranean Sea with a bit of sand depending the way the sun shined on them is so interesting

“Just doing my job, baby” and then Sainz came over to hug us both and talk about the race going to the cooldown room.

“‘M gonna meet him in some minutes. And we are not going to talk about that hug okay?” I told him while sending the said Ferrari driver a message

“Sure sweetheart” he laughs loudly

“Bye Mike, I hate you” call ended and some mental health back

•

“Hey, pretty girl!” I heard as I entered the jet

“Hi Lo” I hugged Lorenzo 

“He’s in a pretty good mood, try not to fight today will you?” he whispered in my ear smiling.

“I’ll try” what an irony, the only seat available is beside Leclerc, but at least Sainz is seated in front of me.

“Wow look who it is! ‘m gonna have nightmares with the front of your car, honey”

“Well, hope you’ll have nightmares with the back of it in the future, honey”

“DAMN! She got you now, mate!” Leclerc finally said something since we met in the parking lot

“Darn it girl, you gave me a hard time, for real. What did your team do to get your car so good? Tell me”

“Magicians never reveal their secrets, dear Carlos”

“I wouldn't be surprised if Toto or Horner start to suspect Aston of cheating next race”

“You talk like Binoto wouldn’t do it too-”

“You’re such a buzzkiler, you know that right?” Leclerc interrupted me as per usual.

“‘m not even talking to you, golden boy”

“By the way why are you here, Stroll?” Sainz asked while untangling his charger cable.

“You told him about-” I ask Leclerc

“Yep obviously”

“About being the cutest couple not couple of the paddock? Yes, he told me and I loved every single part of it” Sainz said smirking and I swear it took all of me to not smack this smirk out of his face.

“So that’s your answer right there, we need to act like a couple. But I hope this doesn’t fall into routine, I like to go back with my dad…”

“So classic coming from the daddy’s girl” he gags at the term

“I’m not even gonna answer you, Leclerc. You make me tired, and I’m too happy to waste my time with you. Good night Lo, good night Sainz!

“You know it’s just a two hours flight to Jeddah, right sleepyhead?” he pokes my forehead annoyingly 

“And good night Leclerc”

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Playlist- Chapter 13: Dont look back in anger (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: language, a few spelling mistakes, maybe.

Words: 1950

Summary: Dublin incident and Knebworth in 1996. Or more like you deal with these events.

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 13, I hope you'll like it, as per usual. Gave this chapter the name of this famous song because I thought it went well with this chapter and also because yesterday this song tunred 28 years old already. Hope you had a nice weekend, sending love and strength to you all for this week !

Love y'all, take care of yourselves !

Enjoy !

(I've been waiting to put this Gif for so long OMG)

“And so, Sally can wait She knows it's too late as we're walkin' on by Her soul slides away But "Don't look back in anger," I heard you say”

March 22nd 1996- Dublin:

After a gig in Dublin, we were back at the hotel.

We decided to have an afterparty at the bar, with a few friends, and members of our families.

Indeed, Peggy, Paul and my mam came to see the band play and spend some time with us. Everything was fine and going super fine. Peggy and my mam left around midnight and a half and 01:00. Yes. Everything was fine and going super fine, we were happy.

Until we saw an older man approach us with journalists. I immediately recognised him, even before the boys did. So I stood up in front of Noel. I would have taken a bullet for him. He didn’t even to ask me to if it meant protecting him. Protecting him from his past.

Don’t you fucking dare! I shouted to the man who almost arrived to us

Liam eventually recognised the man as well, and stood up, ready to beat the shit out of him. That’s when Noel recognised him too and stood up as well but to protect Liam and prevent him from doing a big mistake. It’s what he wanted. Paul did so as well.

Y/N! Noel shouted, afraid the old man would do something

Ah, the one and only Y/N! Ye grew up into a fine bird but ye didn’t change, not even a bit.

No, but I’m even worse than I was as a child. Get the fuck out of here before I punch you in the face Gallagher.

Yes, you guessed. It was Tommy Gallagher, the boys’ father, aka wife and kids beater. I was happy Peggy wasn’t here to witness that.

He laughed. He fucking mocked me.

Oh me dear Y/N… Ye’re a bird, I would beat yer little arse in a few seconds and ye would be back to London.

Don’t ye fucking touch her! Liam said, pissed off and ready to jump on him and rip out his carotid artery with his teeth

Don’t fucking react, it’s what he fucking wants! Noel said, holding Liam’s arm with all his strength

But I was even more pissed than Liam. So I approached Tommy.

Try me, you fucking wife beater.

He laughed again.

Be a nice lass and sit yer arse down Y/N.

Oh ye shouldn’t have said that ye bastard. Liam said, laughing like a psycho

And he was right. He shouldn’t have. No one tells me what to do.

I stood proudly in front of Tommy, giving him a psycho smile before spitting to his face.

The boys were shocked. Liam was ready to attack and Noel to protect his brother and I. As if their father would react.

Get. The. Fuck. Out. I said, sternly

The man brought his hand to his face to remove my spit and threw a dark look at me.

Good evening gentlemen. He said before leaving

Noel collapsed on his seat as if he was fainting. So did Paul. But Liam stood standing, calling the waiter to order another bottle of champagne. I sat down and turned to Noel and Paul. Noel’s eyes were sparkling. As if he just saw an angel.

Are you boys okay? I asked

They both nodded.

Fuck… I love ye so much, ye know that? He said

I think I guessed, yeah. I answered before kissing him.

He kissed me back.

How do ye do that? He asked

I smiled.

He doesn’t scare me. I could even have done worse, but I didn’t want to cause a scene. It’s what he wanted.

Woman, ye’re something. Noel answered, admiring me

I’m your shieldmaiden Noely. Your warrior.

Goddamn right ye are.

*

March 24th 1996- Germany:

We arrived a day before in Germany for Noel to rest a bit. At least, that’s what we both wanted. When we woke up, Noel went to buy a newspaper. And I knew he came back even without him being back in the hotel room. Why? Because I heard him yell his brother’s name in the corridor. Oh, this wasn’t good.

Shit! I said, getting up and putting on a bathrobe

I took the room’s keys and ran to the corridor to find him.

And I didn’t, until I saw Liam run fast in the corridor.

RUN Y/N, RUN! He shouted

What have you done this time?! I answered

I didn’t think it would be that serious! He answered, disappearing in another edge of the corridor

Then, I bumped into Noel, who was ready to go after his brother again, but I stopped him.

Let me go after him! He shouted

What has he done? I asked calmly

Tommy called him after the bar incident, and Liam told him he was going to break his legs and now it’s all over the papers!

I won’t let you run after him for that!

Y/N, it’s a fucking private matter!

Yes, and Liam isn’t responsible. It was your old man who spoke about it, not him!

He should have held his fucking tongue!

You know he wouldn’t be Liam if he did. And you can’t hold him responsible for everything!

Noel looked at me, and I saw Liam hide in the corner of the corridor.

I…

Do you really hate him this much? I mean… look at him, you scared the shit out of him, he looks like a goddamn innocent child! You’re projecting your violence onto the wrong person Noel… He’s not your father, and Liam’s not your scapegoat and certainly not a punching bag.

Noel realized I was right. I gave him the keys and he went back to the room. Liam came out of hiding and came to me.

Thank ye, ye saved me life… again.

It’s okay Li’, I know he’s not angry at you. What happened in Dublin shook you both. I got the situation under control.

*

August 10th 1996- Knebworth:

I was sick. I couldn’t keep anything I ate. I didn’t know how I got this flu, but I couldn’t seem to get rid of it. It had been almost two weeks I got it, and I was mad at myself. Because it was one of the most important days of Noel’s life. I almost didn’t come with him to Knebworth.

What if I vomit in the helicopter, huh? I asked

I’ll take some barf bags with us, but there’s no fucking way ye’re not coming with me. I need ye, ye’ve really got to see this and live this. Without ye it won’t be the same. Please love, oh, and ye’ll be able to rest in there, I promise.

I sighed.

I trust you. Hope I won’t throw up on you.

So when the time had come, we got in the helicopter. I didn’t vomit in there even if the smell of cigarettes and perfumes mixed together didn’t help.

But at the minute we landed, I ran towards the first bushes I found and literally emptied my soul. Noel ran to me and held my hair up while I did so.

*

After the gig, I had the possibility to rest a bit, when the others were at the afterparty. A lot of people were there, famous one included, but I just couldn’t. I was woken by Patsy, Liam’s girlfriend, who wanted to know how I was doing.

Hi… She said, with her sweet voice

Hey! I answered, opening my eyes and smiling at her

Are you okay?

Could be better.

How did you get this flu?

I don’t know, but you know me, I really hate myself when I’m sick and I can’t move. It’s been two weeks now.

Have you seen a doctor?

Not yet, didn’t have the time to with the gigs and all that. Even if I’m Noel’s girlfriend I’m a roadie you know, so I’m working.

maybe you've been working yourself too hard and your immune system has finally given up on you.

I don’t know, but I don’t think so. Because I’m not vomiting 24/24. It’s only during mornings, evenings and late at night, as if someone was sparing me during daytime. And except throwing up I feel fine.

During mornings you said? huh… wait a minute. I’m no doctor but I think I’ve been through that so I’m gonna ask you some questions.

Huh…okay… I answered, unsure

Are there particular smells that makes you want to vomit?

That means?

I don’t know, like perfume or food?

Yeah.

Sensitive breasts?

Yeah! I answered, starting to feel reassured

No period?

Huh no, sadly I still have to go through this shit.

Doesn’t mean anything. Heartburn, abdominal bloating, bleeding gums?

Yup to abdominal bloating and bleeding gums but no heartburn.

Well… as I said I’m no doctor, but it really looks like what I’ve been through with James when I was pregnant. I mean the first months.

I chuckled.

Oh no no, it’s not possible, I’m on the pill. I’ve been for years now.

It's never been 100% sure, so you should do a test anyway. I'll buy you one or go with you to buy one tomorrow if you like.

I swear Patsy, that’s absolutely not possible.

Do it for Noel. These events can be beautiful surprises but can sometimes be absolute disasters. And especially for us, women.

I rolled my eyes, I was sure of myself, but I knew she wouldn’t let go of it as long as I didn’t do it.

Alright alright. We’ll go tomorrow. If we can find a pharmacy that’s open in this shithole since it will be Sunday.

I’m sure we’ll find one. With Knebworth happening and all the people coming here they might have been forced to open at least one. For the medics as well.

*

August 11th 1996:

It couldn’t be. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. No, it couldn’t be. And yet it was. I had the proof, right under my eyes. Patsy was right. But how could it be? I had my period, I was on the pill… How could I get pregnant? I never forgot any pill. I was shocked. And I didn’t know how Noel would react. It clearly wasn’t the right moment. Should I tell him at this right moment? Should I wait?

It couldn’t wait. Especially if he told me he didn’t want to keep it. And with what happened with his father when he was a child, did he even want to become a father himself?

It was all about doubts. And I couldn’t keep them to myself. Should I at least wait for him to get off stage?

And yet, you know me. I’m like Liam. I can’t hold my tongue. So a few minutes before he would go on stage, when I had my moment with him, knowing there would be the afterparty after that, was the only chance I had. And he knew me by heart. He knew something was off.

Hey, are ye okay? He asked, taking my face in his hands

Mmmh, yeah, still sick. But I think I might have understood why… I’m…

Ye’re?

I’m pregnant Noel.

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Winters Tradition - Chris Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary - You and Chris are closer than you've ever been. You know everything about each other except your most hidden desires. All of that changes with one night under the stars.

Pairing - Chris Sturniolo x Reader [Childhood Best Friends to Lovers]

Warnings - Swearing ☆ Smoking ☆ Use of y/n once or twice

Word Count - 2,486

A/N - This is more of story type writing, so let me know if you enjoy! Also, the reader partakes in smoking, so if you're not comfortable DNI :))

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It was December 22nd, 2023, in Boston, Massachusetts, and winter was rapidly approaching the small town. The holidays were getting closer, which, unsurprisingly, brought a flurry of letters and gifts into and out of homes across the state. The same store-bought cards were sitting limply in hands, each one being read and discarded once the consumers' eyes turned bored. The trinkets and souvenirs, opened by hopeful faces, left to collect dust on the shelves they were placed upon.

Albeit some gifts were heartfelt and clearly loved by the receiver. Those kind of gifts were a confirmation of love, the purest type. A testament to your bond with a person.

Gifts like these, however, didn't come with a price tag. They were memories you made or traditions you habitually completed. My gift this year was of unparalleled significance, something I'll never forget. And something that started with a tradition.

Chris Sturniolo, or Chris, as I like to call him, is my best friend and has been for the majority of my life. We had a tradition of sorts, which started when Chris (finally) got his license. Every year, three days before Christmas, we drive to the hillside near my house to look at the stars and to look back over the events of the past year and what we hope to achieve in the next. It differs every year - a different part of the hill, a different set of starts to gaze at - but ultimately, it's just us beneath the stars able to talk without prying ears. Just us two. Alone.

Throughout our friendship, I fell in love with him recurrently, all for different reasons. Each time was always more extensive, more complete, and more bewitching. You could say that falling in love with him was easy. It came naturally. This particular night, though, marked the culmination of my love for him...

On this particular night, I was relaxing on my bed, enthralled in a book - my favourite pastime in weather like this - when I heard a tap on my window. Bewildered, I closed my book, leaving it on the blanket, and walked towards my window to investigate the noise. I opened my fogged-up window to get a better view of the source of disturbance. Looking down into the garden, I saw Chris standing there, his car keys in hand.

"Chris?" I questioned, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He only stared back up at me, trying not to laugh, seemingly amused by the look on my face. "Don't tell me you've forgotten." "Forgotten what?" I asked, genuinely stumped. He paused before cocking up an eyebrow. "It's the twenty-second..." My eyes widened in realisation. "Shit, is it? We're supposed to be-" "Up on the hill already? Yep." He said, cutting me off mid-sentence. Before he could stop speaking, I grabbed my shoes from beside my bed, quickly trying to put them on. "Just um, just wait there. I'll be down in a second!" I shouted down, shutting my window a little too forcefully in the rush to get downstairs.

I ran down the stairs, my shoes rhythmically clicking against the wooden staircase. As I was walking out the door, I grabbed a tin of gingerbread men I'd baked earlier to cushion the blow of forgetting our tradition. I gave Chris a soft smile as I approached him, holding out the tin for him to take. He smiled back at me, his eyes slightly scrunching as he did so. He took the tin from my hands, pulling me into a half hug, "You're too cute." He said nonchalantly, with a humoured snicker. "Yeah, yeah, okay, we're in a rush, remember?" I quipped back, pulling away from the hug and making my way to the parked car.

The drive to the hillside was uneventful, to say the least, mostly because he was busy driving, and I didn't make the effort to coverse with him. If I'm honest with myself, it was partially because I was overthinking his previous comment.

I was cute.

Chris often said things without thinking or unaware of the consequences, so it wasn't usual for him to say something like that. Whatever he meant by it didn't matter because it still made my heart race. I noticed him glancing at me every so often, which didn't help either. I couldn't tell if his gaze was unsettling or comforting. I didn't get the chance to think about it anymore when the sound of the handbrake pulled me out of my racing thoughts.

"You okay?" Chris mused, looking almost concerned. "I'm okay, just thinking." I replied, giving a tight-lipped smile to ease his mind. The relief was almost visible. "Oh, okay. About?" He prompted, unbuckling his seatbelt to get out of the car. I did the same, getting out and walking around to the trunk of the car, trying to come up with a believable excuse. "Just about how long we've been doing this. I mean, it's our fourth year already." Chris joined me, sitting in the trunk, looking deep in thought.

"I remember this first time we did this." He said, turning to face me. I cocked my head to the side in curiosity and as an indication to continue. "I remember how excited you were to go star gazing for the first time. You didn't shut up for weeks about it. 'Chris, do you remember how pretty they were?' 'Can we please do it again?!' You asked me that so many times until I finally made it a tradition." He finished, looking at me, his eyes sparkling with joy. I rolled my eyes teasingly, smiling back at him. The same joy in my eyes. "I really wasn't that bad Chris." He shot back with a look that said 'You definitely were'. "Don't worry, I found it incredibly endearing." He cooed, reaching out to flick my forehead. "Such big words coming from you, Christopher." I replied back with a small laugh, egging him on further.

We talked then for almost an hour. Throwing jokes back and forth, reminding each other about memories we'd forgotten or ones we were particularly fond of. The air felt lighter, as it always does when I'm around him, and although I was having the most fun I'd had in a while, I couldn't focus my full attention on what he was saying. In my rush to get out the door, lest I kept Chris waiting, I'd forgotten to grab a coat. The last thing I wanted was to ruin the tradition any further by making Chris drive all the way back, so I stayed quiet and tried not to freeze to death.

Of course, Chris, being the friend that he is, obviously noticed my discomfort. "Are you sure you're okay? You've been shaking for the past five minutes." He asked, his voice laced with worry. "I'm fine, just a little cold." I said, forcing a smile. He reached out to touch my arm, recoiling as soon as his skin met mine. "You're fucking freezing! 'A little cold', my ass. Why didn't you say anything sooner?" He sounded distressed at the thought I'd been cold this whole time. He immediately shrugged off his jacket, handing it to me. I held it out for him to take back, giving him a pointed look. "Don't be stupid, I'm not taking your jacket. It's counterproductive because either way, one of is going to be cold. I'm perfectly fine handling a little cold." He frowned, sighing "Just-" He started before grabbing my arms and putting them inside the sleeves before zipping up the coat.

Warmth enveloped my body instantaneously, and I let out a sigh of relief at comfort warmth could bring. I turned to look at Chris, him giving me a knowing smile. "Better huh?" He asked, a smug grin plastered on his face. I purposfully ignored him, not entertaining his antics. The cold was still relentless, so to maximise the benefits of wearing his coat, I unzipped the pockets and put my hands inside. My hand came into contact with something inside his left pocket. I pulled it out to see what it was. Looking down, I noticed it was a half empty cigarette packet. Before I managed to inspect the packet thoroughly, Chris took them from my hands. "I forgot I had them..." He said quietly, putting them to the side out of my line of sight. "I didn't know you smoked." I commented, nudging him slightly, with a smirk on my face.

"I don't." He said quickly, sounding a little too defensive. "Well, not often anyway. I'm not a big smoker. I just do it sometimes. It helps me relax and clear my head." He added. "Chill, I don't care if you smoke or not." I clarified, with an amused laugh. "You don't?" He challenged. "No, I really don't. They're your lungs." I affirmed.

A few seconds passed before he spoke again. "Actually, do you mind if I light?" He questioned, snatching the packet back into his hand. I shook my head, hinting for him to go ahead. He took the hint and leaned over me to take the lighter out of the right pocket in the jacket. Taking one out of the packet, he placed it in his mouth and lit it. My eyes tracked his every movement, entraced almost: The way he took the drag before blowing it out, how his body visibly relaxed, how weirdly hot he looked smoking. He glanced at me. "Want one?" He mumbled around the cigarette. I hesitated, "Sure." He took my hand, placing a cigarette and the lighter in my palm. I stared at it incredulous before speaking. "I've never actually, you know, won't it like make me cough?". "Right..." He paused. "Okay.... we can do something a little different, a way you won't cough, is that okay?" He cautioned, scanning my expression for any uncertainty. Evidently, he found none.

I felt his hands on my waist, the metal of his rings scratching against the material of his coat. He ended up pulling me towards him, making me straddle his lap. I felt my face heat up as I looked down at him, although he seemed unaffected. "So...what is it?" I croaked out, trying to calm my racing heart. Every fibre of me was hyper aware of the position I was in.

Unaware of the internal struggle he was causing me, he took my chin between his fingers gently, bringing my face closer to his; close enough for me to see the faint dusting of freckles on cheeks and nose. Using his thumb, he slowly parted my lips. "Breathe in while I exhale, yeah?" He whispered, taking a drag from the already lit cigarette and blowing the smoke into my open mouth. I breathed in, my eyes meeting his. As I exhaled, I watched him look down at my lips intently, watching the smoke escape before looking back up. "Hm, good." He praised, suppressing a smirk. "Again?" He tested quietly, his breath ghosting my face. His voices sounded sultry and almost seductive without meaning to. "Please..." I whispered out, eager to feel the burn in my lungs to distract myself from the undeniable tension.

We repeated the process until the cigarette was burnt out. He stubbed it out against the car, throwing it on the ground. His hands found my waist again, his thumb caressing the curves of my hips, sending tingles up my spine. "You did good." He said softly. "Yeah?..." I asked faintly. "Yeah." He confirmed, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

That was the moment I felt everything change. His touch on my waist, although through thick fabric, felt like fire burning through my skin, keeping me warm. I never wanted to let him go. His lingering touch made me feel safe. "Chris?" I managed to whisper out. Our eyes locked, a thousand words being said through them. The time that passed while I was waiting for him to say something back felt like forever. In reality, it was only a few seconds, but long enough for me to feel the palpable tension between us grow even more. My mouth suddenly felt dry. I looked away, hoping to ease the intense unease I was feeling.

"Don't. Don't do that." He insisted. His hand came up to cup my cheek, turning my head to look at him. The look in his eyes is sincre and honest. "Do what?" I questioned. "Run away, avoid this. Avoiding what you feel. You do it every time. It's okay to feel it, y'know." He whispered, his thumb tracing the line of jaw. "I feel it too..." He added. My heart came up into my throat, fluttering. "Can I?" Chris asked, brushing my bottom lip with his finger.

I don't know who leaned in first, but I felt his lips touch mine. There were no second thoughts as I kissed him, just the feeling of his soft lips on mine. My hands left my side, and went to tangle in his hair, pulling him impossibly close. I could taste the lingering tobacco on his tongue. It should've been disgusting, but it just reminded me of what led me to this moment. His lips fit mine flawlessly, as if they were hand crafted to only ever kiss mine. Any consequences of the kiss all felt meagre and inadequate compared to his addictive touch. Our lips and hands found a rhythm, harmonious synced, as if we were telepathically speaking out unaddressed wants and desires to each other.

Our lips disconnected. My breath was heavy, and I was no longer thinking about anything but him. My hands ran through his dishevelled hair, his eyes closing at my touch, a small sigh escaping his lips. I couldn't help but smile. When his eyes opened, he looked at me with such inviting warmth that I couldn't help but kiss him again. He was the sun embodied. I placed a chaste kiss on his lips, testing the waters. I received a sweet smile in return, the crinkling of his eyes that I love, appearing on his face. "Y/n..." He whispered out, his voice hoarse and his lips still flushed a deep red from the kiss. "I love you." I responded immediately. "I love you too." He shook his head, his thumb still caressing the side of my cheek. "No, I love you."

That was the only year of the tradition we didn't discuss what we wanted for the next year. We both knew what we both wanted. It was unspoken. We wanted the same thing, we wanted each other.

Even on that wintery day, frost bitten and cold, I felt our happy memories become a glowing sense of warmth within me, shielding me from the harsh winds around me. The pure love I felt from him that day was comparable to the sweet glow of dancing flames cast on the wall of a dark room - hypnotic and addictive. Something I will never not crave.

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Notes - I hope you like the new style of writing :)), thank you so much for all the notes on my first fic <3

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Santa Paws

Criminal Minds Garvez WC 1,587 of Christmas fluff

Friday, December 22nd

Petsupply

Penelope and Luke looked on adoringly as Roxy posed for her picture with Santa Paws, bone shaped snowflakes hanging all around and a red and white dog house-workshop in the background. 

Somehow he’d let her convince him to leave his apartment and go shopping on a rare day off, three days before Christmas, in light snow and DC traffic. This trip also happened to see him agreeing to donning matching green and red Nissehue hats while shopping, and pet portraits with the jolly old elf- something he’d absolutely never do on his own, but somehow didn’t have the heart to turn down where Penelope was involved.  

She nudged him with her elbow, still beaming at the dog, but inclined her head talking softly, “Now you can have copies made and send out New Years cards for your family. I know even though you had gifts shipped, we’ve had so many cases you didn’t have time to write cards and update your family on your exciting life here in DC.”  

Luke chuckled at the jab to his personal life, looking down at her, but a pang struck knowing he didn’t have much new to share with anyone this year, certainly not the thing his mother hadn’t stopped asking about since he’d admitted to he and Lisa calling it quits so long ago…How Penelope was this involved, this close, this caring…and yet, still insisted they were only friends… He didn’t care to explain he would take her companionship in any way she deemed worthy to bestow, that it filled a space until “his person” eventually did come along…He knew how she’d react, he didn’t need that.  

Luke, lost in a maze of thoughts, was startled out of it as the elf pet-handler returning Roxy cooed, “What a beautiful little family you have! Are you sure you don’t want one with the three of you?”

Quickly, Luke responded, “Oh, hah, no, thank you. Ah,” he looked to Penelope, hoping the assumption hadn’t made her uncomfortable, “we’re not together, we’re friends. But thank you.”

Thank you for assuming the woman I’m in love with loves me too.

Thank you for stating we outwardly look like a couple.

“Oh, well, the picture can be picked up around the corner, and you can have them made into cards at the kiosk if you want. Some people like to do that,” the elf offered as she handed the leash back to him. 

Luke just gave a small, polite smile and nodded his thanks again before placing his hand on Penelope’s back, turning in the direction the worker had indicated.  

Errands run and cards made, he couldn’t help but notice how off she was on the drive back to his place, how quiet she’d been ever since leaving the shopping center… She’d turned down hot chocolate at that fancy new french cafe and hummed noncommittally at all of his attempted conversations. Thinking back on it, he realized she hadn’t said a word since leaving the pet store. Penelope Garcia: Silent Human was not a side he’d ever seen from her. Frankly it was not a side he was liking. Chancing a glance from the icy road, taking in her strange expression, he thought he’d push his luck. 

He’d felt her bite so many times over the years her lashes were more like a gumming at this point, and better that than this- “Penelope…everything okay?” He knew the holidays tended to be hard for people who lacked family nearby, maybe all the festivities and sad ‘home for Christmas’ songs had stirred things up. But Penelope, for all her attachment to the team, never really seemed particularly bothered by the distance between her brothers and herself…still, maybe she was thinking about her parents? The Morgans? Any number of past victims and their families, or her support group members. When he thought about it, the things that could upset someone who dealt with what they did were endless…He couldn’t blame her if all the commercial joy and nostalgia had suddenly put her in a funk.

Penelope looked at him thoughtfully, brow pinched, a dismissive quip primed, but then impulsively, rapidly, it poured out, “Why did you say that? I mean- I know why, we’re not- it’s just-” she frowned, stopping herself, “Never mind.” 

“No. Wait. Hold up, it’s something I said? Why did I say what?” His head bounced back and forth from road to face trying for clues. He’d made some jokes while they were out shopping, and he’d made a face at the faux fur coat she playfully held up for the Black Queen, but it was all in fun- Somehow she’d shrunk, Penelope small, voice smaller, shying from the shame, but she’d opened the gate, and there was no going back, “The elf. She said we were acute family and you told her- we’re friends.”

His head snapped back again, confusion evident. “Penelope, we are friends. As much as you may like to deny it publicly, if we’re out getting pet portraits together, there’s no other way to explain it.” Why would she be upset he politely corrected someone? What did it matter? It’s not like this person knew either of them, there was no pretense to keep up over fake-hating him.

Detecting a conversation he’d need to give his full attention to, Luke pulled over to the side of the highway, decelerating, then putting the SUV into park. But at the vehicle’s halt, that same impulsivity that seemed to possess her mere seconds ago saw Penelope rapidly lunging across the center consul, hands snatching at the lapels of his wool coat, leveraging herself closer, steady, belt straining against her as her lips crashed into his, Luke only just turning to face her, taken off guard. Their mouths met in a rapid, electrifying mash of teeth and lips, skin to skin, scraping stubble, supple flesh -and concluded in a halting gasp as she froze, pulling away. 

“Oh. Oh god. And now I’ve done that. That is not what I meant, and I know, I’m sorry…I know I have no right to be upset about the friends thing, we are friends. I’m sorry. I know, what I just did was not a friends thing it didn’t feel- are you- I know we decided there was nothing here-” she was faltering and floundering watching his shocked face, Luke processing what she’d just done, what it could mean, not what he hoped it meant or felt it meant, but really, in the context of Penelope meant, he needed to know where to go from here.  “-nothing between us and we’re just frenemies -or friends, and I’m sorry,” she continued, “I’ve just, I’ve been thinking, the truth is, lately…Luke, theres no one else that’s felt more like family…that I’ve felt like a family with…than you. The two of you.”

Her hands still on his lapels, shook them, gripping as she forced out the untimely confession, eyes pleading, every part of her pleading he understand…he was her friend, but he’d become more than that…she hadn’t realized it until some stranger thrust it at them, but now she couldn’t shake it, and she couldn’t deny it and worse yet she didn’t want to, and she hoped…he didn’t either…

His eyes flickered over every millimeter of her face, taking in all of her at close range, was she really suggesting? Everything she’d said was true for him too, the five of them becoming this little family unit…something he was happy to indulge in, but softly softly, knowing his partner hadn’t felt the same way, until apparently she did.  

Luke twisted in his seat, angling towards her, his hands flexing, releasing the death grip he’d unwittingly been inflicting on the steering wheel, then softly, softly, he brought one to gently cup the back of her shoulder, the other, combing over ear and through hair to guide her towards him. He hadn’t said a word back yet, but lips parted, he continued to watch her, gauging her reaction as he inched closer, fingers tightening, a breath a part, her mouth dropped open in response, quietly he confessed, breath to breath, “Family to family, I’d like to try that again-” and with that his lips fell on hers, or her’s descended on his, he wasn’t sure which, though it didn’t really matter as the result was the same, soft, but powerful, respectful, but demanding, Luke kissed her breathless, kissed her endless, kissed her until she broke away with a shuddering ragged breath. 

Hands still locked on each other, embrace intact, he sunk into her eyes warm as tea, “Still think there’s nothing here?” 

Her head shook briefly, gaze locked on his own before a quiet smile twitched into place, “Not a chance-”

Darting in, he snatched her lips to his, brief, sensual, then, hand cupping her cheek, parting, he smiled down at her, “Who knew Santa Paws was granting wishes early” 

Penelope grinned up at him, hands slipping under his coat and up his chest, Luke silly, Luke happy, Luke, comfortable, like home. “We should go back and get that family portrait, thank him.”

His skin burned under her touch, Luke on fire in the drivers seat, Penelope finally his, “We’ll send him a card- right now there’s nothing I want to do less than sit on Santa’s lap” and with that he put the truck in drive, taking them home as quickly as conditions would allow.

[dreamdaddydutch]

What about a fanfic about the last good Christmas holiday for the Van Der Linde gang? The 1898 holiday season and all the gang together with Jenny, the Callander boys and the rest of the lads, with the exception of Keiran ofc.

Thanks for the consideration and happy christmas! 🎅🏼🎅🏼

What a lovely request, although slightly sad! So I've written the below, it isn't quite the long fic I wanted it to be but as it's Christmas Eve I really wanted to finish something otherwise I was worried the mood to do it would go! Maybe next year I'll write something more elaborate but for now I hope you enjoy. Merry Christmas! 🎅🏼 x

“Who got the mulled wine?” Hosea’s voice rung through the camp.

Abigail and Karen exchanged glances and shrugged.

A silence descended on the camp. Hosea sighed audibly, nearby he heard Arthur chuckle. Over the weeks previous Dutch had made it clear to all of them that he wanted this to be the best Christmas ever. So, when Hosea thought someone had forgotten to obtain this vital drink his heart sunk, he knew just how important this year was to Dutch and how he wanted everything to be perfect.

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“We have had an exceptionally good year, a lucky year, yes. But this has been down to our hard work, our determination, our family.” He had proclaimed one evening, “And with the plans for next Spring in the works I want this to be the best Christmas and New Year ever.”

As if reading Arthur’s mind he continued, “With no expense spared. Decorations and candles, alcohol and good food, gifts for all. We are taking some time off.”

From the corner of his eye Arthur could see Susan huff, her arms folded indignant. “I mean it Miss Grimshaw, we’ll all be pitching in with the cleaning, cooking…isn’t that right Hosea?”

Hosea, ever faithful and by Dutch’s side nodded, “That’s right Dutch.”

“All helping out apart from Dutch, can you imagine him washing dishes? Or Molly for that matter,” Karen muttered under her breath before sipping on the whisky Sean had just passed her.

Javier appeared behind, “Ay, don’t be like that.”

Karen ignored Javier’s comment, she’d learned a long time ago he’d always stick up for Dutch and take his side. He could do no wrong so in her mind this speech of his now was bound to have Javier excited and practically frothing at the mouth.

Thankfully for Karen, Dutch hadn’t heard her comment – very few had and Javier, as fond as he was of Dutch, was also fond of Karen and secretly he knew where she was coming from.

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Tilly appeared beside Hosea, “We could always make our own?” She suggested.

Hosea turned to his side and greeted her with a smile, “Ahh now that is a fine idea miss.”

Tilly nudged against him, “Well Hosea I have been known to have a few.”

“More than a few mulled wines I’d say by the sound of it the other weekend!” Tilly turned to see Mac stumbling towards her. She rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore the comment.

“Take no mind of him, he’s just jealous he can’t handle his alcohol as well as you,” Hosea said.

The camp was a flurry of activity leading up to Christmas day.

Like a flurry of snow, the members beavered away. All with their charms and graces, all with their chores and their busy excitement. It made Dutch proud to see them at work.

And Dutch, did Dutch join in with the work? He tried.

On December 22nd the decorations were up, boughs of holly and ivy in between tent posts and a wreath above Dutch’s tent. Mistletoe hung from the branch of a tree which they’d decorated with paper angels, bells and candles.

Javier sat carefully making the most beautiful snowflake paper chains, Christmas here was nothing like Christmas at home he pondered. But then maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it was the best thing. “What’ya doing?” Jack asked.

Javier, not looking up answered, “Making paper chains to decorate your and your mama’s tent.” Was he? Shit, he thought. He was making snowflake paper chains for the camp and not specifically for them.  Why had he said that?

He looked up at Jack, for a moment he felt he could see something of his brothers in him. He shook his head, “Uncle Javier?” Jack sounded concerned. Javier shook his head, “Sorry got distracted thinking about how magical this time of year is.” It was a lie, for the most part. There had been little magic in his childhood Christmases, but perhaps now with his new family he could finally start enjoying them again.

Davey chopped extra firewood, getting some comments Uncle about how he was finally doing something useful for the camp, “Say’s you, shit you’re a parasite!” Davey replied, half in jest.

Uncle shooed him away taking a swig of Irish cream liqueur, “I got lumbago!”

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“Can we go to Midnight mass?” Tilly asked, full of anticipation of the season. Hosea nodded, “Sure, as long as you and any others who want to tag along are on their best behaviour.” The wink he gave her then was what was written in her list of reasons for loving and looking up to him most of all. Even though Dutch taught her how to read, she always felt she owed so much to Hosea.

On December 24th the food arrived, a giant turkey and some chickens, potatoes, carrots, cabbages, sausages and even some cranberry sauce – rationed at one tablespoon per person which if anything Dutch thought was awful generous of him. There were several large Christmas puddings and Brandy Sauce, Sean was desperate to set fire to them on Christmas day. The answer was a resounding, well….it depends on how drunk you are. Dutch hides a penny in all of them.

Arthur and John cut down a perfect Christmas tree for the camp and set it up near the campfire, they don’t argue, not once…Arthur agrees to put aside his grievances to be in keeping with the goodwill of the season. Javier played festive songs on his guitar while others sang along, though cold outside with food and drink in their belly’s, and love and a song in their hearts they made it through the season.

Before sleep Tilly and Mary-Beth read to Jack, Abigail and John are able to have a moment alone away from the others and share a kiss under the mistletoe.

That night they have a party – was there any other way to do Christmas Eve with the Van Der Linde Gang? Mac and Davey sing a drunken duet, arms linked round one another, they do-si-do round and round, Javier speeding up the playing of his guitar with their dancing.

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On Christmas morning Charles is the first to wake, he watches the sun rise over the snowy landscape, coffee in hand to keep himself warm. He quietly tiptoes round the camp to ensure everything is perfect for when Jack wakes. He doesn’t know why, he hasn’t been around for long but he wants to make a good impression, wants to be useful, he wants to start anew and enjoy life going forward. Javier wakes next, perhaps it’s the lack of warmth from Charles’ body beside him or perhaps he’s nervous that everyone will have a good time and Dutch will be pleased.

Lenny takes a mug of hot mulled wine over to Jenny and passes it, nervously across without a word. She thanks him with a smile, he smiles back and stands just a little bit too long. She opens her mouth to speak but the moment is lost when Bill claps a hand on Lenny’s shoulder. Jenny blushes and turns away, not wanting Bill to catch-on that there was a little spark between them.

By the time the food was ready the gang had already made their way through most of the mulled wine Tilly and Hosea had made. But there had been no fights or arguments, no acquisitions thrown around and no worries.

They all gather around the tables they’ve joined together, there aren’t enough seats but no one minds. Dutch is at the head of the table with Molly by his side, Hosea on the other side and Arthur, John, Abigail and Jack nearby. Everyone is together; Javier, Charles, Karen, Mary-Beth, Tilly, Susan, Swansan, Strauss, Sean, Pearson, Davey, Mac, Uncle, Jenny, Lenny, Bill, Micah and Trelawney. There is room for everyone at Dutch’s table.

Dutch stands to toast them and every member of his family looks up in awe to the man they owe their lives and freedom to. At least that’s how they see it in that moment. At least that’s how Dutch paints himself and just for the day it’s true.

“My friends,” Dutch announces raising a glass, “My family,” He looks down at Hosea, Arthur and John before looking at the others. “To what has been a fantastic year, I am so proud of each and every one of you. We look forward to the New Year which is going to be even better than this, but for now as a family we celebrate the unity we share, our love of freedom and to live the life we dream of. To all of us this Christmas, bless us all who make our own luck. I love you all.” There was a beautiful sincerity in Dutch’s words, years later others would reflect on how this was the last time the gang were truly happy and at peace.

Across the table glasses were clinked against glasses, Jenny started the clapping and cheering, Javier whooped, Davey and Mac stomped their feet and Arthur shouted, “Here here!”

After food and toasts the party continues long into the night, games are played and a few kisses are stolen under the mistletoe. Jokes and ghost-stories are spoken in hushed voices, thoughtful gifts exchanged with drunken hugs as thanks given.

The sleep they enter into in the early hours of the following morning is a peaceful one, full of dreams and high hopes. Most stagger to bed as the embers from the fire are dying, others stay awake and watch the stars in the clear sky. Each of them dreams of this life they have chosen to lead and how in that moment, if this year was anything to go by the next would be even better.  

[futurewriter2000]

Hi love, hope you are having a good day :) I read your post about Leos and I really like how you write and articulate your thoughts, and I was wondering if you could do the same but with Aquarius (I have a lot of Aquarius friends), if not that's completely fine and I understand ❤❤

Of course, I can write about Aquarius. They are wonderful people, quite articulate and intelligent, though most people don't see them that way. If you ever meet an Aquarius, you will realise they have a special energy about them. Not at first, no. They seem to be very much in their own comfort zone, their own thoughts, living in their own seperate worlds. As much as nobody wants to believe it, I believe Aquarius is the most independent sign in the whole zodiac.

You see, when I meet an Aquarius, they are very much to themselves. They don't open up easily, they just express a lot of their thoughts and emotions through their mood, their face, never aloud. Their head constantly echoes their thoughts and for them it feels like a tornado rebousting in their own mind. Air signs already have strong mental energy but when it comes to expressing it, Aquarius is the most quiet one. They use everything except their voice because they believe it's their own world. You live in their world, not them in you. They can be so outgoing and social if you are a close friend or family but never will they let you in their world of thoughts and troubles. You're like a butterfly that would be blown away if they let you in their tornado of thoughts. That's what they think. They mix up their independence with their loneliness. They believe they are the odd one out and in a way, they are. They are special and you can see that if you really get to know them. My best friend is an Aquarius and I didn't know for two years that she had a boyfriend. TWO YEARS! It's because she doesn't want to talk about her. She wants to talk about you. She needs peace, not to talk about her tornado of thoughts.

All Aquarius I have known have great anxiety because of their thought tornado, so when you go out with them and they want to talk about you, talk about you because they want to be distracted from their own world. Even if it is a moment, they want to get out of there.

Aquarius are lovable people. They can be dramatic and a bit dark, it's the most interesting part of them, however, they are so amusing, funny and adventurous. They have this fun side of them and it is so mentally stimulating because they just *are* the most interesting human being to be out there. They have quirks, lovable quirks yet there is always this side to them that makes a lot of people furious, which is their cold side. Sometimes, they get caught up in their own world and forget about the rest. It's not because they don't care but they just find their own world more important because like I said. They live in it and it's not the same world that you live in it. You wouldn't understand and you shouldn't try to understand because that makes them furious. Only they get to live in their own world. They can tell you about it, you can know about it but you don't get to understand it.

If you ever read Lord of the Rings by Tolkien, Frodo is wonderfully written and I would definitely give him the sign of Aquarius though he is a Virgo (22nd of September). But there is a lot of similarities between Virgo and Aquarius. They like to take care of their own business by themselves because nobody else could take care of it as much as they would.

I don't know how to explain it exactly. If you have an Aquarius friend, you probably know that they pretty much like to keep to themselves. They can disappear for days or they can be active for days before they disappear again. I like to give my Aquarius friends space because that's what they like but I can text them "Let's get coffee tomorrow!" and they'll be up for it, even if they don't feel like it.

They really are wonderful and they can be strong manipulators as well. They have a strong dark side, but I don't think you should take it personal. It's just who they are. They are very much their own person. And if you do an Aquarius wrong, don't expect to come back to open arms. They'll cut you off like nothing.

P.S. I always misspell the name.

[slowshcw]

[ anya chalotra | cis woman | she / her | twenty eight ] —— welcome to grimrose, reena dixon-daubney. it’s cool that you’re here, you know. haven’t you heard of the history of this place… anyway, how’s being a local who has been in town for twenty years, especially since you spend most of your days as a veterinarian at the grimrose veterinary clinic? also, not that it’s a bad thing, of course, but i’ve heard people say you can be a little overbearing more than you are vivacious… but that’s just coming from people who are bored here, i promise. to me, you remind me of big yellow taxi by joni mitchell and waking up at 5 am every morning, constant need to be doing something, animal hair strewn every piece of clothing, pushing yourself beyond your limit, the search for something you don’t want to find, not letting go.… hope to see you around, ree.

STATS

full name — reena

nickname(s) —ree

name meaning — gem; joyous song

age — twenty eight

date of birth — september 22nd 1968

religion — atheist

sexuality — bisexual

education level — university (bachelors in zoology, doctorate in veterinary sciences)

family — david dixon-daubney (father), shawna dixon-daubney (mother), daniel dixon-daubney (younger brother).

finances — stable. her job pays quite well, and she’s got a lot saved up.

spoken languages — english

BACKSTORY

born to two teenagers freshly out of high school, it was no surprise when reena was put up for adoption. they couldn’t afford to look after her; they could barely afford to go to college. she was half a year old when the dixon-daubneys adopted her, seemingly incapable of having children themselves. her brother 3d would come as a surprise a few years later. and, she couldn’t be happier with her family, even if they are a group of oddballs. but, the curious creature that she is, she sometime does wonder what happened to her birth parents.

reena was eight when they all packed up their bags and moved to grimrose. her parents were fascinated with the town due to it’s history and folklore, but she couldn’t understand why. young reena wasn’t very keen on change, and to put it frankly, she thought the move was plain stinky. but, after a slight struggle, she quickly blended into life there.

the grims. she’d only lived in grimrose a year when she’d allegedly witnessed it. the creature couldn’t stop talking about it for years. to this day, she remembers the night vividly. the chill seeping into her bones as she walked home, the shift in the air as she turned the corner and the fear that settled into the back of her throat. that’s when she saw it. it’s massive figure looming compared to the small child. it’s deep red eyes, and the growl it emitted. everything she’d heard flooded her mind, she was certain she was cursed.

it would be an understatement to say she was paranoid. and, whilst her parents tried their best to convince her she wasn’t the subject to a curse to calm her nerves, it didn’t quite work. but, she thought, if she tried her best and pushed herself, she could outrun it. she’d like a motor engine that wouldn’t stop. she didn’t want to waste a single second being stationary. it also kicked started her lifelong interest in zoology.

she’d always loved animals, in all shapes and sizes. she’d wanted to be a marine biologist at a very young age. followed by a wildlife expert. and then, a zookeeper (which led her to volunteer at a wildlife park for a year before college). but finally, she settled on being a veterinarian. and despite changing her mind constantly, she was determined she wanted a career with animals and that’s what she strived to do.

she studied zoology at college in massachusetts, followed by veterinary sciences. to save money and to stay close to her family, she lived at home during this for the most part and drove each day. it was only around a 50 minute drive. once she came back, she got a job at the veterinary clinic at home. and has worked there ever since.

she loves her family a lot, but her brother frustrates her to no end and she just can’t wrap it around her head that he would just want to do ’nothing worthwhile’ with his time. she knows she can be a bit hard on him sometimes, but she only wants the best for him and for him to push himself a bit.

EXTRAS

has a dog and a cat. both of which she adopted from shelters. moose is an older mastiff that she adopted two years ago. and, caesar is her black cat she she adopted four years ago. her pet gecko, beanie, recently passed. rip beanie.

for the sake of her own sanity, she’s kind of determined to prove that the thing she saw was just a big dog. or a new species of dog that had yet to be discovered. she kinda of doesn’t want to know, but also has to know.

very science orientated and very big into cryptozoology. she believes there’s an explanation for most things. bigfoot to her is just an undiscovered species. she has a harder time believing in ghosts than anything else.

is a vegetarian, and has been for about 12 years.

very anti government. one of those kind of people that whilst she’d love to discover bigfoot, would be then scared about what the government would do to one.

MUN NOTE

it’s very late right now and i have a bangin headache and am feeling slightly dazed so i don’t know if this makes any sense, but i hope it does. but thank you for reading. if you want to plot, just give this a like, or pop me a message! and i’ll also be doing some messaging tomorrow when i get up. &lt;3