#and then like. half carries half supports me back home and takes care of me and .w

[soft-spooks]

this is for. a fic that will most likely never be written but i just love the idea of. character who is usually closed off no vulnerable emotions ever bejng soooo worried that the shell breaks

just the. something terrible happens and they run over and hold your face in their hands and wont let you go like what did she do to you are you okay come on lets go home

[gaysindistress]

Things that I feel like would happen when you’re in a relationship with Simon Riley.

Simon Riley masterlist

1. First off he hates the word ‘boyfriend’.

Maybe it’s because he’s in his mid thirties or something but he can’t stand being called your boyfriend. He’s more than that but also not at the same time. You live together, have access to each other’s bank accounts (which is only because he hates it when you try to fight him about him giving you money), and you’re each others emergency contact. He thinks of himself as your husband. The man wears a silicone ring when he’s home and a necklace with the ring that’s totally not a wedding band when he’s working. Price has seen the chain once or twice and smirks, shooting him a knowing look but never says a word.

Simon cannot stand it when people get nosy and want to know what your relationship status is. You’re together and that’s all that matters. No one needs to know that you’re the beneficiary of his will and life insurance policy or that he’s put you on all of his accounts. No one needs to know that he buys you anything you want but has only ever bought you two rings; a thin gold band with a flower engraved on it and its twin a matching emerald ring. No one needs to know that when he gifted them to you, there were tears and promises of safety, love, and happiness whispered against feverish skin. No one needs to know that he has your name woven into his chest tattoo.

No one needs to know any of that because your relationship is between him and you only.

2. You are not some submissive little house wife. You are a strong independent woman and he prefers it that way.

I know this one goes against what most people say but hear me out on this. Simon has been independent since birth practically. He’s only had himself to count on for years. Even in the military, he’s only been able to rely himself. Sure the others watch out for him but if it came down to it, he’s the only one who’s going to get himself out alive.

The thought of someone else relying on him in that way is terrifying. He can’t even fathom what it would be like to look at another person and fully trust them in that way. Half the time he feels like he can’t even be trusted to take care of himself let alone another human. In theory a sweet docile housewife is great with the meals and clean house but not for him. He needs to know that you can hold your own. He needs to know that you can be independent and carry on without him if something happened while he was working. He needs to know that you will be okay if he doesn’t come back.

You have to be okay without him no matter how much it pains him to think about it.

Like I said before, he’s made you the beneficiary of everything so he knows you’ll be set financially but that’s not enough. He’s made Price promise to keep an eye out for you. He’s made you promise to let Price do that and you agreed because it’s Simon who’s asking but you’d tell anyone else to fuck off.

In addition to all of that, he’s installed the best security system the government has to offer in your house. You have a very expensive and large safe in your shared closet that he’s instructed you to only open if you feel unsafe. While you might not like it, you agree to go shooting with him so he can sleep at night knowing that you could protect yourself if he’s not home. He’s gone as far as to make sure you have all of the licenses and certificates that are needed to legally own firearms in the UK.

He’s not leaving any opportunity for you to be vulnerable or have your ‘safety checks’, as he calls them, taken away.

3. Simon Riley is a godless man…until he meets you.

Now this is entirely my own headcannon with no evidence to support it so bear with me.

Simon had a shitty childhood where his mom would pray to a god who never listened and his dad would shout verses at him when he was drunk. God was a mythical figure that he was told stories off with nothing to show for it. He did believe at one point but then his dad never got better, his mom wore bruises of every shade, and his brother found comfort in drugs.

He found himself praying when he was being tortured by the Mexican cartel. Between the flashbacks of his abusive past, he prayed to a god who had failed him so many times before to help him. He prayed again as he dug himself out of that Texas grave with the major’s jaw bone. He wailed his prayers when he found his family executed after Sparks tried to kill him.

After that he deemed himself a Godless man. Years of praying had passed with nothing. This god had decided that Simon was not worthy of a miracle so why would he continue to worship him?

That was until he met you. He finds himself praying before every mission, every time he has to leave you, every time he’s on his way home, and just about any other time he thinks of you. He doesn’t know what exactly he’s praying for other than for you to be there when he gets back.

He whispers his prayers to an absent god against your skin as he worships your body, soul, and heart. He promises to be devoted to you until his last breath and vows to find you again in whatever afterlife awaits you. He pledges to find solace in you and only you when his haunting nightmares return. He makes an oath to your heart that it will never weather another storm alone again for his will take whatever beating that comes your way. He shows you that he will love you in the same manner as a Hozier song; putting you above all else because you have become his religion, his faith, his beliefs, his life.

You have become all that he is and he thanks the god he once believed in for you. He prays again but to you, his heart, his love, and his beacon through the enteral storm of life.

[moneymasnn]

Right Timing | Charles Leclerc

Notes: 11k words of Charles and y/n pinning for each other…your all (hopefully) going to love it xx

this is my first post in about 6 months and I'm so happy to be back! thank you all for the continuous love and support I fucking love this app. this fic hasn't been proof read but oh well, ignore some spelling mistakes, sorry. anyways... ENJOY!!!

Blurb: One where you have a huge crush on your best friend's brother, the one and only charles leclerc, since you were a teenager, with him continuously telling you he was too old for you and you had no chance. You eventually gave up hope and moved on. But did charles? (Best friends brother troop/ slight enemy’s to lovers troop/ Older boy and younger girl)

Warnings: lots of angst, crying, sad y/n and sad Charles. lots of arguments and slight nsfw? but not really. Small age gap.

11.1k words

Arthur leclerc, your best friend since nursery… Your favourite partner in crime, your favourite laugh on a bad day, your favourite person in the whole wide world. Best to be described as home, your comfort person. He was the voice within reason, all that was right in the world. 

He's your best friend.

Y/n y/l/n, she was truly and utterly his favourite thing about the world. He counts his lucky stars he has her to help him carry his weight. Y/n was the only person Arthur let visit him when his dad died, and in his books, that made her alright. Sure she would make him want to scream and cry and punch walls, especially with her choice in men. But Arthur was always there for her, when she needed to laugh or to cry he knew what it was she needed at any given moment, he could read her like she was his favourite book. 

She was his best friend. 

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How it started:

A little girl with puffy red cheeks sat at the bottom of the nursery playground. Her legs crossed on the green summer time grass as she sniffled again, gently plucking a daisy for the ground before adding it to the daisy chain she was making. She liked to say she enjoyed her own presence, but truly she was distracting herself from the lack of company. With the other young girls teasing her for her wild curly hair, she willingly chose to be sat on the grass of the playground alone.

“Hey! Can you teach me how you did that? I wanna make one for my mum!”

And with no regard for her personal space he sat down next to her on the grass, squashing half of her daisy chain, but she didn't tell him that.

He didn't care that she was crying or that she had poofy hair or that she was even a girl, he was eager to learn her talents and carry on with his lunch break.

But when Arthur noticed the signs that the girl was rather shy and sad he thought he would stay with her for the rest of lunch, keep her company.

Little did she know this company wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

And at age five, the pair promised to be friends for life.

It didn't take long for them to get their mothers talking, and after that it was set in stone, playdate after playdate. Arthur's mum became your mum's hairdresser, so there were many nostalgic memories for the two in the salon, especially when y/n would accompany her mother to her appointments. The pair's best memory is y/n letting Arthur cut her hair in the storage cupboard of his mum's shop. The horror on both parents' faces when one of y/n's pig tails were held in the hand of the young boy.

Their friendship only bloomed from there…

After spending almost every weekend watching Arthur and his older brother race in karts in the rain, to spending most afternoons around the leclerc residence playing with Arthur on his xbox, the girl felt like family.

When she was young she always found herself drawn to the middle leclerc. He was away a lot of the time, karting. He was slightly older so no doubt he found the pair childish and would always moan when he was made to spend time with them.

Charles' mother was the first to figure out your little crush on the boy. She first noticed it when you joined the family on a winter skiing trip, you were around thirteen. It was your first time up in the mountains, so when your arms started to wave and you felt your body lean way too far back Charles did the only morally right thing, dropping the glove he was putting on and outstretching his body to catch you in time.

He didn't catch you in time. 

Instead his heroic act to save you turned into humiliation when he realised you had taken him down with you.

Pascal carefully watched as you turned around, her eyes glued to yours that were glued to her sons. She watched your tinted red cheeks as Charles scoffed and begged you to get off of him as his bare hands were now engulfed in the thick snow, causing him to suffer with a cold for the rest of the holiday.

Your eyes widened and sparked at the sight of him. You would gaze up at him like he hung the moon and the stars, an expression his mother would soon get used to as she watched you fall for her son over the next few years. 

Charles was older, and very uninterested. He didn't find your little crush as cute as everyone else did, the thought it made him look uncool. He would roll his eyes when you would grab his arm or duck when you would try to kiss his cheek. He hated when your families would go out for meals and you would sit next to him, or how you would call him after a race to congratulate him, no matter his result.

Charles always saw you as his little brother's best friend, nothing more and nothing less.

That was until your first boyfriend. A three year age gap wasn't that big of a deal as they all grew older. Charles found himself having mutual friends with his brother and would occasionally bump into Arthur and you at a party.

You were 16, you thought you had met the love of your life, an older boy, he was 18, around charles age who was now 19 and worming his way into f2. 

Arthur didn't approve of Joao. He knew you were trying to prove to charles that the age gap isn't that big of a deal after his brother had repetitively told you you were to young for him, but somewhere down the line you found yourself mesmerised by Joaos eyes and that was it for you, charles no longer rented the forefront of your mind.

Joao was great, at first. You knew he wasn't the love of your life, but for the moment he looked to play the role quite well, and you were happy. You just didn't expect it to end like it did, maybe age gaps do matter?

You were at some house party in the hills of monaco, some friend of Joaos. You were downstairs in the kitchen with Arthur as he watched you drink your body weight in alcohol. He could tell something was bothering you but he chose not to mention it. In all your years of friendship he knew you would come to him eventually. 

“Where is the lover boy anyway?” he spoke up.

Your lack of response is when Arthur clocked onto your boyfriend being the reason for your excessive drinking. Him ditching you, yet again.

You slammed down your empty red cup, wiping the dribble from your chin as you decided enough was enough and you looked for the presence of your boyfriend. 

Arthur bid you good luck on your travels as his attention was now turned to the girl he had been eyeing up across the room.

And with your liquid courage you stumbled around the party. The house was huge. Gigantic windows that draped around the whole house. Everywhere you looked was so picturesque, making you fall in love with Monaco more and more. From the kitchen window you could see the river of lights leading down to the beach front. From the other end you could see continuous hills leading up into the stary sky, tiny specs of light from homes probably just as big and fancy as the one you were currently standing in swarmed your vision, a far cry from the apartment you and your mother shared where your view was a brick wall to another apartment complex.

Your heels were rubbing the back of your ankles as your hands gripped the bottom of your dress pulling it down as it was miles too short as you made your way out to the garden.

And there he sat, on the steps leading to the lit up outdoor pool, your boyfriend. A skinny little blonde girl sat on his knee. She was older than you, clearly. She took the cigarette from his lips and placed it on her own as her other arm draped over his shoulder. It was like this week after week, it was like you were a ghost.

This isn't the young love you put out for, and you decided enough was enough.

You always forgave him, but tonight was different. This night changed everything.

Tears welled in your eyes as you turned back into the house, you were going home. Joao caught a glimpse of this as he jumped up and followed you back into the house, why he would always chase after you you still don't know.

“Y/n, baby stop.” you ignored the sound of his voice as you pushed through the crowds of people to get back to the kitchen in hopes that Arthur was still there. He wasn't.

You made it to the kitchen before he grabbed the back of your arm pushing you against the kitchen island. His hand came up to wipe away a fallen strand of hair as he tucked it behind your ear.

“Come on y/n i didn't even do anything-”

“She was on your lap.” your voice crooked, you so desperately didn't want to be the little girl everyone thought you was and cry, not in front of everyone anyway. 

“It's not that big of a deal-”

“It is that big of a deal! I'm humiliated!” you shouted back, creating a scene you so desperately wanted to avoid.

“I just- I just want to go home.” you said in between sniffles.

“Baby, don't cry, let's just go back to mine, okay? I'll call a taxi-”

“No, I want to go home, my home.” you begged, the tears were falling now.

His grip tightened around your arm as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

“I need to find Arthur, and I need to go home.” you said, pushing his arm as he still had you pinned against the counter.

“Oh come on y/n, drop the act you know you want to come back to mine.”

You threw your head back dodging his fingers that were trying to touch your hair again, avoiding his eyes.

“Joao let go, you're hurting me.”

That only made his grip tighten around your arms, pushing you against the counter even harder than before. As he leant down to your ear-

“She said let go mate.”

Your vision was too blurry to focus on what happened next, but you felt joao grip loosen as he stood back.

“Yeah and what are you gonna do about it, leclerc?”

That's when punches were thrown and Joao was hunched over holding his busted lip. Joao was grabbed by another person before he could lunge back at who you assumed was Arthur, but as you turned your head you saw a different leclerc shaking his hand. His knuckles were red, and his eyes were darker than the ones you were used to, charles.

“y/n get in the car.” he said, you stood up, sniffing and nodding your head. But then you remembered your missing friend.

“Arthur-”

“I'll get him. Get in the car.” his tone was strong, not what you were used to from the middle leclerc. 

You waited by his car in the cold for a few moments just before Charles came out the house, a stumbling tipsy Arthur under his arm. There was pink lip gloss smeared over his cheeks and lips, and at that moment you felt a small smile creep on your face. 

However, the car ride home was silent, you sat in the front with Charles, as Arthur passed out in the back seat. Faint french music played from the radio as charles eyes were firmly gripped on the road.

As you rounded the street to your home Charles finally spoke up, “You really know how to pick them.”

You sniffled again, unable to reply to him mainly because he was right and you were embarrassed. As the car came to a stop Charles undid his seat belt mumbling that he would walk you to your door.

He balanced on the back of his heels as he watched the moonlight highlight your tear stained cheeks. Charles thought you looked beautiful that night even though you had been crying for the last half an hour, your hair hadn't been brushed and you were rummaging through your purse like a mad woman, he still thought you were pretty. He would never tell you that though.

“Don't tell me you've lost-”

“Got them!” You giggled, shaking your keys in the air before whipping your nose for what felt like the fifth time that night. You stalled as you pushed the key in the door, turning to look Charles in his eye for the first time since the party.

“Thank you-” but he cut you off, not wanting to hear it. You were his brother's best friend, Arthur wouldn't forgive him if he ever watched you in a position like the one that night and didn't do anything.

“Dont.”

“No really, thank you, charles.” You smiled, Charles smiled too, mainly because it was probably the first time you had called him Charles and not charlie.

After a moment you dropped your bag on the floor and wrapped your arms around the boy's waist, your head rested on his chest as he hastily moved his hand and rubbed your back.

“Just make sure the next one isn't a total dick, okay?” he whispered, his chin placed on the top of your head.

He didn't know how much that sentence broke your little 16 year old heart.

You smiled and entered the house, Charles didn’t drive off that street before you waved at him out your window.

On the drive home we looked back at his younger brother, drooling on the back seat of his car. 

It was that night where he realised the both of you weren't all that different, but so far apart.

The first time Charles saw you after that night was a couple months later, a family day at the beach. You had turned seventeen in that time and joao was old news. But charles eyes were stuck on your body as he watched you sat in the sand on your own. Sipping from a bottle of beer that you most likely stole from his crate, your toes were dipped in the wet sand as you watched the sun set on your own.

Arthur had brought his new girlfriend with him and even though you were still as close as ever, Arthur's attention was stuck on the pretty blonde that was talking to his nan.

The rest of your families were distracted too, or so Charles thought. His mum watched him intently as he walked back to the car park, grabbing a spare jumper from his car before making way down the beach front to join you.

He spent so much of his life avoiding you, but after the night of the party he just wanted to make sure you were okay. 

He crouched down in the sand next to you, aware of how your eyes were on him. He placed the jumper on your legs,

“You're going to get a cold.”

You scoffed but complied. Putting the jumper over your head and pulling at the sleeves, it smelled like him.

“How are you?” you asked charles, he could feel your eyes staring into his side profile, but he stared at the sun setting over the monegasque sea.

“I'm okay.”

The boys lost their dad a little under a year ago now, you hadn't really seen Charles since. But he knew you hadn't left Arthur's side for them few months.

“How you holding up, really?” you nudged his shoulder with yours, he did his little signature smile before looking down at his lap. Avoiding the question.

“Thank you. For looking after Arthur I mean, he's lucky to have you.” 

“Charlie…”

He looked in your eyes this time, he looked so sad, so broken. So desperate for a hug. You didn't pressure him to answer your question, insted you gently placed your head on his shoulder looking along the coastline in silence.

Charles appreciated the silence and the way you didn't push him, moments like these he understood why Arthur loved you so much.

“It will be alright you know.” you hummed on his shoulder.

“I know.” Charles whispered back.

“Really, i can already see Charles leclerc, ferrari formula one driver. Your face will be all over Monaco, and we're all so proud. He'll be so proud.” 

Charles hated how much you believed him, because in that moment a nineteen year old boy with dreams bigger than the world itself everything felt impossible. 

“Don't forget about me when you're all big and famous, yeah?” you smiled up at him.

Charles looked down at you, his eyes were glossy but the smile on his lips was enough to melt your heart, he threw his head back in a laugh. 

“I dont think I'm ever getting rid of you.”

Now it was your turn to laugh, “at least your self aware charlie.”

After all the laughing he noticed how your eyes shifted from his own to his lips, and then he remembered why he was avoiding you in the first place.

“y/n..” he whispered, oh how he whispered your name in his little broken accent, your heart melted as he backed away.

“I know, I know.”

You smiled and placed your head back on his shoulders looking at the sun that was nearly gone.

“You know I'm too old for you, right?” Charles whispered as he leaned his head on yours that was resting on his arm.

“I'm in it for the long game leclerc.” Charles giggled as he let his cheek get comfy on your head, pushing his side into you as you fully watched the sun disappear over the sea.

On the night of your 18th birthday Arthur had taken you out to your first club, you drank, alot…

Charles happened to be at the same club, so when your drunk body collided with his you couldn't help but wrap your arm around his torso, clinging onto him.

He gently placed hand on the small of your back smiling as you leaned on him.

Charles was 20 now, soon to turn 21 and had just signed a contract with alfa romeo, he was officially in formula one. Even Though you were proud of him you missed having him around. 

You stood on your heels, leaning up to his ear as Charles met your movements and bent down to hear you better in the loud club and your heart fluttered at the small action of his ear hovering near your face.

“I'm eighteen now charlie.” he could hear the smile in your voice.

“I know, happy birthday mon amour.” kissing your forehead, this was the closest you had ever been to him before, and you craved more. He had never called you the nickname before, he was teasing you.

“I'm officially an adult nowwwww.” you longed out his ear before you hand palmed his cheek. You so desperately wanted to kiss him.

“Y/n.” His tone was serious as he caught onto your intentions.

“Y/nnn.” You teased him back, imitating his serious tone and rolling your eyes as you do so.

“I know you want to Charlie, come on…” you giggled at him, but you were drunk and a mess, so the arm around your waist was to stop you from falling flat on your arse not because he just wanted to touch you, you thought. You pushed his hand off you and stood up straight, Charles sighed as he placed his hand back on the small of your back, you looked up at him. The stupid little puppy dog eyes that he refused to listen to.

“I'm too old for you, love.” Charles' hand once again held you close as you started to lose your balance again, “and you're too drunk.”

“Drunk on love.” you exclaimed, Charles laughed, like really laughed and you couldn't help but admire the creases around his eyes. He moved your arm over his shoulder so he could hold you up.

“Let's find Arthur and get you home, okay?” but as Charles pulled away you pulled him back.

“I've waited eighteen years, Charlie, I'm sure I have the patience to wait a bit longer.”

Charles thought maybe you had forgotten that night, but you remembered the way his hand was filmy stuck to the small of your back most of the night, and how he lent down to hear you and how his stubble felt in the palm of your hand, and the butterflies only got worse. 

You were falling harder everyday and you hated yourself for it, he didn't like you back.

Charles carried on with his f1 career with alfa romeo that year and you took up a journalism degree, following around arthur as he navigated the world of f3. You would occasionally bump into Charles when the boys had races at the same circuit. 

But with his first Monaco race you obviously had to be there to support him.

Charles hated how his heart beat boomed in his ear when he saw you standing in his garage with your old ferrari cap on and an alfa romeo shirt with the number 16 on the back hugging your chest. 

You truly had blossomed into a beautiful young woman and Charles found it harder to stay away. Your hair isn't frizzy anymore and you had for sure gone through puberty, he didn't like to stare but he found it hard not to sometimes. Especially on family boat trips when you would wear a bikini in front of him.

The worst part is you hadn't even openly flirted with him in a while, and he couldn't seem to figure out why, and that bothered him so much more than he liked. 

The small little y/n that used to follow him everywhere, always latched to his arm, looking up at him with heart eyes. I mean, you weren't sixteen anymore that was sure, but Charles couldn't help but feel a sense of abandonment that you weren't head over heels for him anymore. 

Charles needed to snake off that weird feelling in his stomach.

You were now 19 about to turn 20, it was the off season and you couldn't wait to soak up some sun on the leclerc yacht. Your favourite summer getaway.

You drove up to the small paddock on a little beach and climbed onto the grey boat, it was charles’, of course. The whole family was there, you were talking to pascal as arthur pulled you around the side of the boat, nearly causing you to break an ankle.

“Erm hello? Watch it.” you scolded him for pulling you so ruffly.

“You're over the whole in love with my older brother thing, right?” he asked, his hand running through his hair.

“I- i why?” you said, clocking your head to the side at Arthurs panicked manor. He knew you had been doing great this year, and he also knew why you declined every single boy that had attempted to ask you out on a date this year. 

“Okay, erm,'' Arthur stood up straight and scratched the back of his head.

“Forget your stuff, let's just get off this boat. And er, don't turn around okay?” he tried to nonchalantly say, his hands gripping your shoulders were a dead give away something was wrong though.

You nodded your head and followed Arthur down the steps of the boat before stopping in your tracks.

“Since when have I ever listened to you? I going to read my book on the sun-”

Your mouth fell open as you turned around to be met with Charles, your Charles with a girl.

A pretty girl, beautiful actually, she was slim and perfect and her smile was enough to make you want to crumble in a ball. 

She was leaning on him, grabbing his bicep as her hand brushed through his hair, he was laughing like really and truly laughing at whatever it was she had to say and you had never felt emotions like the ones you felt in that moment.

You felt like he had personally ripped your heart out himself, no remorse, and had just served it back to you on a silver platter.

He really didn't want you. 

“y/n, i didn't even know he was bringing her i-”

“You knew?”

Arthur sighed before running his hands through his hair, “it's been around four months, mum really likes her, she's nice. I mean she's not you, but he's happy so i can't complain.'' Arthur shrugged his shoulders, not sure how to console you in that moment.

You turned away from the happy couple and sat on the small steps that lead down to the bottom of the yacht. Arthur sat down next to you, pulling your body into his as he wrapped his arm around you.

“What about me? When will I be happy?”

You hadn't realised you were crying until Arthur grabbed your arm and pulled you straight off the boat.

That was your wake up call, you had spent too much of your life waiting for someone that never wanted you. 19 years to be exact, a sad sad story to anyone that knew you. You were embarrassed and angry at yourself. 

You needed to actually move on. 

So that's what you did.

And that's when you met him, a young british boy, he was around your age and drove for a papaya team that shared the f1 grid with charles.

Lando norris.

He was 20, awkward, way too cocky for only his second year, and when you bumped into him in Bahrain of 2020 you chose him to be the one to make you move on.

He asked for your number a few races later and the two of you used to text all the time. He took you on cute picnic dates, asked if he could kiss you before he did, and overall was the kindest most respectful boyfriend a girl could ask for. You were actually happy, and it only took nineteen years.

It was imola when you bumped into Charles in the paddock, his brother wasn't here so he was confused as to why you were here, but then he saw the McLaren hat on your head and his eyebrows furred evenmore.

“y/n?”

“Hello, charles.” you gave him a tight lip smile before moving past him but he chased after you why you walked down the paddock strip. Past the ferrari garage.

“You're a McLaren fan now, huh?” 

“Yep.”

Charles' heart hurt at your bluntness, he grabbed your arm so you would stop walking and talk to him. 

“y/n.” serious charles. That stupid tone that usually made you freeze and obey whatever he had to say.

But this time you rolled your eyes and pulled your arm from his grip.

“Charles, I really have to be somewhere.” you lied, checking your watch.

“Like a journalism thing? Why didn't you tell me you were going to be here, you could have flown with me and Joris?” and Charlotte, but he didn't mention that.

You really tried to pull your eyes from the red drivers suit that was wrapped around his hips, he was a ferrari driver now and you had never been more happy for him. You just wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him how proud you were of him. 

But right at this moment, you had never wanted to create more distance between you both.

“y/n?” 

Both of your heads snapped as Lando ran up to you, you coughed and took a step back from charles.

Landos arm wrapped around your shoulder as he put out a fist for Charles to spud. Charles' eyes were glued to landos arm resting on your shoulder and he could feel the blood pumping in his heart speeding up.

Lando kissed your temple and Charles' eyes were glued to yours. 

“Charles.” Lando smiled nodding his head.

“Lando.'' Charles' voice was laced with venom, not that Lando noticed. 

“So you guys are?” Charles' eyebrows furred pointing between you both.

“We havent you know, labelled it yet. It's still kind of new” you smiled, it had been months.

“But I'm happy, really happy.” Charles knew that was a message to him, you were happy and he needed to leave you be. But with Lando of all people, Charles couldn't seem to shake this one off.

Charles mumbled something about needing to be somewhere and walked away from you both. Lando again oblivious to the interaction as his arm stayed secured around you and he balabbed on about the race as you walked to the McLaren motorhome.

Charles hated him. 

Charles hated himself for his feelings.

He didn't know why he was so bothered, he had never been this bothered, nothing gotten to him like you and Lando just did. Joris told him maybe it was because he had a soft spot for you deep down, he joked that maybe Charles liked you back and Charles ignored him for the rest of the weekend at that accusation. But that didn't mean he didnt ignore his words. 

It was over, you grew up and he should feel relieved you've moved on, right?

He broke up with Charlotte a month later.

Charles scoffed when you first bought lando along to family night, he hated how your mum loved his accent and how arthur laughed at all his jokes. He hated that he hadn't caught your eye all night, instead your eyes were glued on the stupid little british boys. Charles hated it, he sat there like a toddler that hadn't gotten their own way all night. He knew it was wrong but he hated his feelings more than he hated lando being sat at his table.

Charles was in the kitchen, he was picking at the leftover pie on the table top as everyone else was outside fawning over one of landos stories, he had really charmed the family.

His mother walked into the kitchen as he was taking a bite of cherry pie looking like a caught child, she laughed at the cherry stains in the corner of his mouth and passed him a tissue.

The pair stood in silence for a moment before Pascal spoke up.

“That's definitely not allowed in your diet, my sweet.” she smirked knowing the driver's strict diet.

“But you won't tell on me maman.” Charles flashed his puppy dog eyes as his mum laughed at his actions. She sighed and moved closer to him as he stood up straight. 

“You have a lot on your mind my boy, and don't tell me you don't because I gave birth to you, I know you better than you know yourself.”

“Maman.” Charles sighed.

“This is about her isn't it?” Charles' eyes refused to look at his mother at her words.

“I don't even need to say her name, it's her, it will always be her.” she smiled as she walked over to her son and placed a hand on his cheek.

“She's happy, Charles.'' he heard the sternness in his mothers voice.

“So everyone keeps telling me.” Charles scoffed again.

“So then you know you're being an ass, right?”

Charles' eyes widened at his mothers language but she just laughed and waved him off.

“After all the years she spent pining after you, Charles, it would be cruel for you to not let her be happy.”

“But what if I'm not happy?” he asked his mum, she just sent him a sympathetic smile and grazed his cheek once more.

“Do you love her?”

“I dont know.” Charles shrugged.

“See, it would be cruel to break her heart over this kind of uncertainty. Either you love her or you're just jealous. You have a lot of thinking to do my boy, but don't do anything until you're really sure. She's fragile when it comes to you.”

Charles nodded his head.

His mum was right, he really did have a lot of thinking to do. 

And as if on queue there she was, walking into the kitchen, the widest smile on her face as she grabbed another beer from the fridge. She had started to let her curls rome free recently and it was sending charles’ heart into a spiral, with her stupid little shorts and crocs and no doubt she had conned lando into giving her his jumper. 

She used to do that to him, Charles thought, remembering all the times you had tricked him into stealing his hoodies. 

She smiled at Charles mum and told her again that the food was lovely, nodding at Charles, and she left just as quick as she came in.

“Maman, I'm so in love with her it physically hurts me.”

And there it was, the words you had so desperately wanted to hear your whole life, but you didn't hear a sound as Charles vowed to never say it again out loud. Your happiness came before his.

Charle suffered for a year, he knew he loved you, he had said it out loud once and the vulnerability he felt in that moment knowing you were stood just 15 feet away with the boy you were in love with was enough to make him swear to never voice his feelings again, he was embarrassed and wanted the world to swallow him whole. The worst part was the guilt, he could only feel like he had let one of the best things go, slip straight from his grasp all for a bit of pride. He didn't want to be seen with the young naive girl that had a crush on him, but now he just felt stupid. Stupid that he didn't recognise your love for him sooner, he had always thought you were one of the most amazing humans he had ever met, he found himself looking for you in other people when he didn't even know it. He was stupid, and he knew that for sure.

Charles dedicated the rest of the year to focusing on his f1 seat, with ferrari fucking him and sebastian over and over and after his wins at spa and monza he felt hungry for more and felt that the true love of his life should be formula one.

But his heart hurt when he didn't hear from you after his win in spa, and then it crushed him again when you didn't contact him after his result at monza.

No call.

Not even a text.

He had fully let you slip from his grasp.

It was a long year for Charles that year, and as summer break quickly approached he found girls and training were his favourite pastime. He stopped turning up to family events when he knew lando would be there and you were in love and happy. After a while it was a rarity he would even stay at an event for an hour.

He was 22 and as a new season started the only thing he was talking from lando was his teammate, not that charles was complaining. He liked Carlos, and he was ready to step up and take that 1st driver's seat. He was ready to make everyone proud just like you had promised him that night on the beach.

After a while charles mothers birthday rolled around, one he would definitely not miss as his mother requested a small family meal. Everyone was sitting, looking over the menu when Charles undoubtedly noticed the missing presence of you.

“Where's y/n?” Charles asked Lorenzo, who was sitting next to him.

Lorenzo just shrugged and turned his attention back to his menu, was it normal for you to not attend family outings? Charles hadn't been around for so long he didn't even think to consider that maybe she didn't turn up to these things anymore either.

“With Lando I suppose.” Charles murmured, he tried not to sound jealous but the older brother just laughed.

“Lando?” as he turned to his younger brother.

“Why would she- you really haven't spoken to her have you?” Lorenzo asked, his eyes widening at the thought of his brother being so dumb.

Charles just shrugged his shoulders as he urged his brother to continue.

“They broke up, a while ago actually.”

Charles didnt know why his shoulders felt lighter but he chose to ignore it and try to press some more information out of his brother.

“So? First break up, we've all been there, doesn't mean she can't be here for mamans birthday.'' Charles rolled his eyes as he tried to act like he didn't care.

“She's not even in the country charles.”

Charles' head snapped towards his brothers, “She's taking a gap year, last I heard she was staying in Australia for a while.”

Lorenzo could see the gears turning in charles’ head; he knew he wanted to ask more so he answered for him.

“Hey Arthur, where's y/n these days?” Lorenzo asked his other brother who was at the other end of the table with his girlfriend.

Arthur shrugged before answering, “Still in australia at the moment, she really likes it there, but i told her she cant like it to much because there's no way i'm sitting on a plane for twelve hours every time i want to actually see her face and not on a phone screen.” arthur joked, everyone else laughed along with him for a moment until charles countered up the courage to speak up.

“Why didn't she just travel with formula one? She wanted to be an F1 journalist anyway.”

Arthur's eyes narrowed at his brother. 

You definitely hadn't meant to cause it, but there was a small crack in between the brothers' relationship within the last year. Arthur definitely blamed Charles and his stupid effects on you for you running away.

“She wanted to be away from f1 for a while.'' Arthur told his brother like it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world, hoping to squash this table subject, not really wanting to talk about his run away best friend.

“I mean I don't blame her, especially when her Lando ended like it did. She's living her best life.” Carla, Arthurs girlfriend chimed in. Arthur slightly winced at his girlfriend's words not wanting this to be the dinner conversation tonight, especially when Charles clearly knew nothing about y/n's life within the last year.

“What?'' Charles asked the table, but no one answered him, instead everyone's heads were down dead planted down at the table, everyone except for Carla who had no idea what she had just started.

“Why did no one tell me what's been going on?” charles raised his voice slightly, catching the attention from everyone else on the table.

Charles mother intervened knowing where this was going, “charles, not right now-”

“No, she's been going through something and no one even thought to mention it? What the fuck.”

Arthur was visibly turning red, Charles noticed as Lorenzo's head was shaking telling his little brother now wasn't the time, pleading Arthur to just bite his tongue.

“Say it arthur.”

The flame was lit.

“And who do you think upset her in the first place, charles?” Arthur tutted, picking up his menu pretending to scan it so he didn't have to pay attention to the conversation anymore.

“Drop it, arthur.” Lorenzo sternly interrupted.

“Considering no ones told me anything how the fuck am i supposed to answer that question?” Charles spat back at his brother.

Arthurs cheeks were a visible red now, he was about to blow up. Something he had been holding in for a while. He slammed his menu down and turned to look at his older brother.

“You know what Charles, you have no right! No fucking right, sorry maman for the language-” charles mum just put her hands up in defence as she let her youngest son get it all off his chest. 

“She loved you, and you constantly broke her heart and told her no and then when she was finally happy in a relationship you had to go tell the world you love her so much that ‘it physically hurts you!” Arthur mugged his brother's words.

Charles was shocked, he had no idea what was happening. 

No one knew of his feelings towards you, no one except- charles head snapped towards his mother who pulled a tight lip smile and just shaked her head in a no. Charles was about to deny deny deny when-

“Yeah, she heard it. And it fucking broke her charles. It was mean and it was selfish, and I've never despised someone more than you for what you did to MY best friend.”

“Arthur-”

“I'm not finished. Then you have the decency to finally come to a family meal for the first time in nearly a year, nearly a year charles! And ask about her like you didn't completely cut her and us out of your life? You're selfish, completely and utterly selfish charles.”

Charles sat at the table pale, he felt the colour drain from his face as he scrambled to find the words to say but his mouth didn't open.

“You really do pick and choose your moments brother, I don't know why I even came tonight, I'm sorry maman but I told you I wouldn't be able to sit in a room with him.”

Arthur stood up, he grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and took Carla's hand in the other.

“I'm really sorry maman, and everyone else, happy birthday, i guess.” Arthur gave his mother a hug and walked out of the restaurant with carla. Leaving everyone else at the table in pure shock.

Especially Charles, he had know idea what to say, he looked up at his mother opposite him who looked at him with sympathy.

“My sweet boy, I'm sorry to say it but there was some truth to your brother's words. I told you she was fragile.”

Charles felt awful.

Charles felt like he was going to cry at the table.

It had been a long year for Charles, he had groveld for the most of it, thinking you were happy somewhere while Lando flew you anywhere and everywhere around the world. Now he came to think of it, maybe there was a better reason for the young mclaren driver avoiding him.

He wasn't really friends with Lando, but his teammate, Carlos was close with the boy and whenever there was an offer for the three of them to hang out Lando magically had something come up and couldn't attend. 

It all made sense now. Even the fact he hadn't seen you in the paddock, he thought maybe you were caught up in your studies, oh how he was wrong.

He sat at the table for the rest of the meal, and with every passing comment he didn't think he could sink more into his chair.

He was an awful person, he thought.

When the family were leaving the restaurant Charles hugged his family members, swallowing the anxiety and embarrassment down.

He looked over at Lorenzo who sent him a sympathetic smile, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Tonight wasn't supposed to go like that, i told arthur to just drop it i-”

“No, it's okay. I deserved it.”

“I dont know, you fucked up, but you didnt need to run, nether did she.'' Lorenzo, his older brother shrugged.

“What happened? With her and lando." Charles pushed.

“alot .” lorezono chucked.

“I don't know if it's my place to-” enzo sighed at that stupid little puppy dog face his younger brother was pulling.

“I'm pretty sure she cheated on him, Arthur said as she fell into a bit of a hole. So the only thing she really could do was just leave Monaco for a while. She seems good, Charles, healthy and happy." Lorenzo shrugged, watching as Charles' eyes widened and he latched onto every word. 

“If it's any closure she's not mad at you, Arthur, well I'm sure he would be he loves y/n like a twin sister, but she's not mad at you. She was just confused and hurt.”

“If i call her-'' Charles started but his voice flattened as he realised it would ne dumb to contact you.

“Call her Charles, I'm sure she would be happy to hear from you.”

You knew what today was, arthur's molthers birthday. You had called her in the morning sending her your love and wishes, she told you that Charles was attending the meal and Arthur would be on his best behaviour, little did you know.

You wondered if Charles knew what you were up to, if pascal or lorenzo had been keeping him in the loop.

You were at the beach, cocktail in hand and book in the other, your earphones were in as you hummed to the faint sound of the music and read, but you were disturbed when the rigging was a call from your phone echoing through your earphones, charles.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

You couldn't do it.

Your body froze in place, you pulled your airpods out, throwing down your book, not caring that you lost the page you were on. You took in a deep breath and picked up your phone, and just as your thumb hovered over the answer button, the ringing stopped.

He had called you?

You needed a moment to think about what you were going to say to him, what he would say.

You so desperately wanted to hear his voice, it had been a year, and you wondered if that was enough time for feelings to vanish.

You looked out at the calm seas for a moment, did you really want to fall back into a loop of pining for him like a puppy. You loved him, loved, past tense. You were a grown woman now, so you opened your phone and called him back.

Ringing.

“Hello?” his voice echoed through the phone.

“Charles?”

You heard his sigh of relief over the phone, and your heart melted all over again, he hadn't even spoken yet, but the closeness of his presence made it all too real.

“I'm sorry.”

He's sorry?

“Charles-”

“I'm sorry, okay. Arthurs right, I was mean and I was selfish and you deserved so much more than what I did to you. From the bottom of my heart y/n/n, I'm so so incredibly sorry.”

“It's- it's okay.” 

You forgave him.

“It's not.”

There was a silence that lingered for a moment.

“What I said, what you heard, it wasn't supposed to happen like that. I really didn't want it to happen that way.” he pleaded over the phone, his breathy voice echoing through the speaker.

“I want to see you.”

More silence.

“Please, y/n.”

“Okay.”

More silence.

“Soon, okay.” There was promise to your words.

“Soon.” he repeated, as though it was something for him to hold onto. 

Soon.

“When I'm ready Charles I'll come home, I'm just not ready yet.” you winced at your own words because you so desperately wanted to see him too.

“Then don't come home- i'll come to you, i'll catch the next plane if i have too just tell me where you are-”

“Charles, I'm not ready yet.” you interrupted him. 

Silence.

Charles wanted to cry, hearing your voice and knowing you were just within reach he wanted to see you, hold you, apologise as much as you would allow him to. He wanted to kiss you and hug you and love you forever, but you weren't ready.

“I'll wait for you, okay? Soon or not.” his voice cracked, and god did it melt your heart.

“I'll see you soon charlie.”

This was feeling a little too much like a goodbye for charles.

“y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Am I too late?’

“Time doesn't apply when it comes to you.” and Charles had hope. He hadn't fully let you slip, yet.

Charles would now spend every waking moment wondering how soon was soon?

But after a while he figured ‘soon’ was a little long, three more months to be precise.

You had left Australia, travelled around more like you wanted to, and you came back to Monaco just before the end of the f1 season.

Charles was already in Abu Dhabi by the time you landed back in monaco.You had asked everyone to not tell him of your arrival.

You were sitting with Arthur in his mothers living room, just like the old days. You told him about your travels while he updated you on his love life and gossip in the paddock.

You had missed this.

And it wasn't until pascal passed you a warm cup of tea and sat with the two of you, sharing her own gossip from the hair salon you realised how much you were ready to be home again.

Arthur had run to his room quickly to grab his trophies to show you and as he walked out of the room your eyes lingered on the suitcases by the door.

“You're going to Abu dhabi?” you asked pascal.

“Tomorrow.” she smiled at you.

Pascal could visibly see the gears turning in your head, she placed a hand on your knee and smiled up at you.

“I don't want to pressure you y/n, and i know you just got back but you should consider it.”

You knew what she meant and you nodded at her with a small smile, and Arthur came back.

You went home a few hours later and sat in your room, if you go you'll see him, but you're going to see him at some point regardless. 

You felt vulnerable.

So completely scared, but that didn't stop you from texting Arthur that night telling him you were going to join him and his family tomorrow.

You were going to see him.

Your time was up.

You were ready.

You meet up with the leclerc family at the airport in the early hours of the morning, your suitcase gripped in your hand as you were mentally preparing yourself to sit on the plane and go over any and every possible outcome this weekend could have.

Arthur sat with Carla at the front, and Pascal was fast asleep. But the chair next to you suddenly became occupied when you looked up and saw the eldest leclerc.

“You look well, y/n.” he smiled down at you.

“Thank you.” you smiled back at lorenzo.

“I think the time away did you good, no?”

“yeah, i really needed some space, but now i'm back and just feeling a little..” you stumbled on your words, struggling to describe your emotions.

“Overwhelmed?”

“Yeah, exactly that.”

“Does he know you're coming?” you knew the ‘he’ lorenzo was referring too.

“I dont think so.”

“He's going to be happy to see you.” lorenzo nudged your shoulder.

“I hope so.” you nervously chucked.

You took in a deep breath and looked back at the eldest leclerc brother, “I'm just anxious, I have no idea how this weekend will pan out. The next time I'll be back on this plane going home I could be happy, sad, crying or planning to run away again. I just feel so lost.”

“Lost isn't a bad thing.'' Lorenzo shrugged.

“He's just as lost as you y/n, trust me. I just hope you both figure it out, you both deserve the peace of mind. And if this all goes to shit, you still got on this plane today and tried.”

“I just don't want to get my hopes up.”

“Then don't, sometimes things aren't just meant to be.”

That's what was worrying, you had loved this man for years, and now was the deciding day if he loved you back or not and you don't know if you were ready to give up the fantasy of him

being the love of your life up yet.

You weren't mentally prepared for the shit outcome of this story, you didn't know if you could handle Charles breaking your heart another time.

When the plane landed and the warm air hit your skin you took in a deep breath. Time to face the music.

You went straight to your hotel, it was a Friday so Charles was about to participate in fp1 by the time you turned up to the track.

The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of happy fans filled your ears, you had missed being in the paddock more than you knew. This place was your home.

You were walking with Arthur and Carla when your name was called, judging by the accent you knew it wasn't the monegasque, it was the papaya coloured boy running up to you.

You told Arthur and Carla you would catch up with them as you stopped and smiled at lando who had now reached you. 

“Hey.” he smiled.

“Hey.” you smiled back awkwardly.

“Listen lando, you deserve an explanation-”

“It's okay y/n, we were young, it was a while ago you’re forgiven.” Lando chuckled as he poked your shoulder.

“But that doesn't mean what I did was okay, you deserve more than what I gave you.” 

Lando gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Consider it done with, okay? No hard feelings.”

You smiled up at the British boy, he looked good, he seemed well and that made your guilt feel a little less painful.

“I erm, I have a girlfriend actually, she's great, her names luisa.”

You watched as he lips upturned at the mention of his girlfriend, he was smitten.

“I'm happy for you landini.”

You both laughed for a moment, the free air was nice. Seeing lando meant there was a weight lifted off your shoulders.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing, I didn't want things to be awkward.” he said.

“I don't think I could ever be awkward around you.” Lando smiled at your words.

“Are you still thinking about becoming an F1 journalist?” he asked, remembering how it was your dream, he had also hoped your disappearance in the paddock for the last year wasn't his doing, stopping you from reaching your dream.

You smiled as he remembered, “I'm working on it.”

“Well i hope i see you around more often then, you deserve it y/n, really.”

Lando was getting called from the other end of the paddock as he had to be in his car within the next 10 minutes, you both shared a hug and it felt nice to feel comfortable with him.

His hands squeezed your back before saying a quick bye and skipping down the paddock. 

As he pulled away and walked past, your eyes connected with them all to familiar grey ones you were so nervous to see.

Charles.

He didn't seem too happy though.

He had just watched you smile and laugh with your ex in the middle of the paddock and then hug him bye, even though you thought nothing of it, Charles' mind was spinning.

There he was, a tight lipped smile right opposite you. He had grown out his stubble and he looked tired. You knew he hadn't had the best of seasons with Ferrari, you didn't keep up with it too much, it upset you that his childhood team had failed him massively. 

He nodded his head and followed his press officer in the opposite direction, but you weren't going to let him go just yet.

“Charles, wait!”

And before you could process it you were running, sprinting down the paddock after him, but he had already disappeared into ferrari hospitality.

“Shit.” you mumbled as you jogged down to the garages in hopes of catching up with him.

You scanned your pass and walked into the back of the garage Pascal had walked up to you and grabbed your hand.

“You need to put some headphones on dear, it gets loud in -”

“Pascal, where did he go?” you asked her frantically, like a mad woman out of breath.

“Charles?”

“yes!”

A slight smile just appeared on her face as she turned around, “Be quick dear, I think I can see him putting his balaclava on.” She pushed your shoulder and you walked around the red barrer that clearly said ‘no public entry’.

“You can't be back here, ma'am.” a security officer grabbed the back of your bicep.

“No, I need to get through, it's an emergency.” you whined, pulling your arm from his grip.

“I'm sorry ma’am, it's a safety hazard.” the man's grip tightened on your arm as he pulled you away from the back of the garage. You pushed off him but his grip only improved as he swept you off the floor, lifting you up at your attempt to run. You kicked your legs like a child learning to swim and kicked arms that trapped you.

“If you refuse to cooperate, I'll have no choice but to remove you from the garage.” he said, trying to dodge your feisty little kicks.

“And If you don't get your slimy huge hands off me right now i'm going to-”

“y/n?!”

Your head snapped at the sound of your name, Jorris, Charles' best friend.

“Jorris, oh thank god!”

“She's okay, she can come in.” Jorris grabbed your other hand and wiggled you away from the huge security man's grip as he dropped you back to the floor. You brushed off your dress and gave the security man a dirty look before turning to Charles' best mate.

“Jorris, where is he?” your breathing was rapid and your heart beat feeling like it was thumping out your chest.

“y/n you really shouldn't.” he sent you a sympathetic smile.

“Please.” you pleaded with him. After seeing you try to fight a six foot five security man Joris really didn't want to feel the wrath of you right now, so he complied.

“You have five minutes, follow me.” he led you through the back of the garage.

Whenever Charles got in the car he liked to be left alone to his own devices, it was his switch off time, but you knew on some occasions he didn't mind the company, you just needed to talk to him, tell him you were here for him. You didn't want him getting in the car overthinking that you were here for lando.

And before you knew it, there he was, standing in front of you, you were painting out of breath with your hands on your knees as you looked up at him.

Charles giggled as you held up a finger to let him know you were still getting your breath back. He pulled his ear pieces out of his ear and zipped up the rest of his race suit.

“I hate to rush you, but I have to be in the car in four minutes.” Charles frowned, “and four minutes aren't enough for what I have to say to you, y/n.”

“Let's keep it short and sweet then.” you stood up straight and smiled at the boy.

“Im sor-” he started but you cut him off.

“That's not what I meant by sweet.”

Charles squeezed his eyes and winced at his name being called behind him, he opened his eyes and saw you beaming up at him and he knew he was in love, he just wasn't going to tell you yet, especially not if he had just witnessed you make up with lando. Lando made you happy, Lando didn't break your heart on multiple occasions like he had. Charles wouldn't blame you if you went back to the British driver.

You tilted your head to the left and smiled at Chris, Charles' manager. He was pointing at his watch and tapping his foot.

You looked back at Charles and took in a deep breath, you stood on your tip toes and placed your arms on his shoulders, gently placing a kiss to his cheek.

Your soft lips connecting with his ruff stubble is something Charles cherished, he couldn't wipe the Cheshire cat grin off his face.

“I know it's only a practice session, but good luck out there charlie.”

“Thank you.” he smiled, trying to hide his blush. He couldn't believe he was blushing and how the roles had reversed between the two of you.

“What about lando?” he had to ask, it was on his mind.

“I'm not standing next to Lando wishing him good luck right now, am i?” you smirked at him.

Charles smiled before looking back at his manager, he bent down and kissed your forehead like he had done a thousand times, but this time it felt different, electric, it felt like love. It was love.

“I'll be waiting for you, okay?” you told him.

Charles smiled to himself, he wasn't too late.

If anything was on Charles' side that day it wasnt timing. Charles finished fp2 with a few flying laps and a heavy heart, his first plan was to find you but his press officer had forced him to do interviews, and then he had a meeting and then he had checked his watch and it was way past nine and he knew you were probably back at the hotel by now.

He huffeed as he left his meeting, grabbing his jumper and keys and saying goodbye to the engineers that were going to work on the car overnight.

He had it all planned in his head, he was going to get some flowers on the way home, knock on your hotel door and ask you on a date.

“Charles!” called out his manager, he really hoped he didn't have to stay in this hell hole any longer, he just wanted to leave the track and get his girl.

“What?” he huffed.

“She waited.”

“What?” Charles repeated, his manager now having his full attention. 

Charles caught the way his manager's lips turned into a devilish smirk, but he wasn't looking at Charles, yet something behind him. When he whipped his head around there you were, his heart thumped at the massively oversized ferrari jacket one of the staff must have given you to keep you warm while you waited.

You just smiled at him and waited for him to walk to you, but charles sprinted, he was a man on a mission and when he got to you his hands slipped around your waist, pulling you up in the air for a moment before he dropped you back down, his hands still remaining tightly wrapped around your torso.

He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear before placing his forehead on yours.

“Take what's yours charlie.” you smiled. 

Charles' thumb gently traced over your plump bottom lip before he placed his hand on your cheek, smiling like an idiot. 

He slowly grazed his lips on your before gently adding pressure and connecting your soft lips with his in a quick kiss. A kiss that was full of smiles as Charles pulled you as close to him as possible. Towering over you as he kissed you unlike he had kissed anyone ever. The way your lips moved in sync with his was magic to him, it had never felt like this before.

He pulled back letting you get some air, before using that as leverage to stick his tongue in your mouth, he put all his power and passion into the kiss and it was just as you imagined him to be with you. Sensual and passionate. 

Your hands ran along his shoulders and up to his head where you gently tucked on his hair. Charles groned on your lips and eventually pulled back, he giggled as he placed his forehead on yours again. 

“All mine, finally.” He said through a wide smile.

“I've always been yours…”

Thank you for reading!! Here’s a gif of baby Charles because this is how i imagined him when y/n had her teenage crush. Bare faced and spiky hair🥹

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❝ FIRST CODE RED ❞ !

( 𝐢 ) → f!reader, established relationship ( they're all married ), some flashbacks, suggestive, fluff & humor, mention of periods, sanitary pads, parenting, them being adorable dads. headcanon format plus scenarios about their daughter experiencing first time bleeding. characters include—sae itoshi, nagi seishiro, isagi yochi, bachira meguru.

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⌗ SAE ITOSHI

Those teal restless eyes dance all around the house and then land on the wall clock. Although occasionally but Sae seems to lose patience with each tick of the clock, each breath growing longer than the bygone moment. He remembers being like this when his wife was in the washroom with a pregnancy testing kit while he was in another country, following another time in another country. He almost cried after his match, and still thinks it was for the victory and not for the positive news of her pregnancy.

And now, he has to sit in the lounge waiting for her daughter who just had her very first bleed. She thinks she got her mother's presence of mind for calling her first and since she was not able to pick up the phone Sae witnessed half of her daughter’s face through the opening of the washroom door, lips parting, and voice steadily asking for sanitary pads. His first instinct was to call her but his daughter quipped, “I already tried calling her. She isn't answering. Probably busy.” So, rather than scouring her cupboards for sanitary pads, he got them from the store, easier and faster.

“Are you feeling all right?”Sae asked with tension brimming all over his body.

She shakes her head, grabs a pillow places it over her belly saying, “um-hm. Just. . . just feel tired.”

“Alright, come here princess.” His daughter carefully walks in between the space of the tea table and the sofa while holding her father's hand as support. She glances at him, pouting, and then sits beside him for a while only to rest her head on his lap.

“I wish I could talk to Mama” Sae smiles at her confession running his palm over her head, caressing and saying, “I wasn't there for her so many times. Always busy with soccer and as such. When I heard that I'm going to a father over a text, all I thought of was to leave the game and come home. But she never complained. She said she's gonna come to visit me. ”

“Are you listening?” Sae asks since the rise and fall of her chest is long, relaxed and he could hear a low purr. “Ah! She missed the best part. ”

“Well this is a rare sight ”

“jealous?” Sae asked taking another cushion to rest her head on it.

She responded, “try again.” before emptying half of the water bottle.

Sae curls his hands around her waist and rests his chin on her tired shoulders murmuring, “She had her first period. ”

“Oh god. Oh my god,” She checked her phone. “I couldn't pick up the phone i was on the bus.” She was aware that her daughter was calling since she had different ringtones for her daughter, her husband, and her brother-in-law.

“It's okay. I took care of it. And was telling her about you”

“ about me?”

“um-hm. How you were so quick to convince Rin that he took the next flight with you and came to visit me. . . and when I saw Rin carrying your bags I was so jealous ”

“Ah! There we go again ” Rin exclaimed in a whispering audible voice throwing his hands in the air in disappointment, from the entrance of the room watching all of these unfold. Sae recoiled like a spring from his wife glaring at his brother, Rin who was being a major hindrance for all the hard work Sae did to get his wife a little in the mood.

⌗ NAGI SEISHIRO

The cash machine beeps making Nagi more nervous than before as he weakly taps his feet on the floor. He has never done this before, not for his girlfriend and definitely not for his wife. Sure, there were times when he witnessed other people buy sanitary pads, maybe even when he went out shopping for groceries with his wife, but never alone like this, standing at the apex of the queue waiting ( and being the center of attraction ) for that particular thing to cash out. Why does it have to be like this? He just came to the nearest grocery store to buy a few things and that is when his daughter called saying that he needs to buy a pack of pads too.

He hates it, hates the fact that he is not there for his family. Not enough. His daughter is alone in the house, god knows what's running through her mind and his wife is on her way home, stuck in traffic. Well, he is no better. He is stuck in a queue. Even though both of them were aware, they could not do much other than wait.

Somehow he thinks his daughter is tougher than him or the fact that she was aware of what's happening to her body. He is thankful that his wife taught her things at the right time and talked her out of it because some firsts can be terribly scary, if not adequately aware of it's happenings.

The cashier looked at him with surprise asking, “this pack has the same price. But it has wings. Would like me to switch? ”

He tilted his head taking both the packs in his hands mumbled to himself,“Do they make you fly or something? ” He looks up to the cashier noticing a tug on her lips that instantly pushes him into a hole of embarrassment. Why does he have to be like this?. “I’ll take both,” he comments and leaves as soon as the payment was done.

Fifteen minutes. It took fifteen minutes for her to freshen up and come out of the bathroom. The longest fifteen minutes Nagi has ever been through. He was on the couch watching TV, trying to and when he noticed his daughter walking towards him and then slouching beside her he couldn't help but chuckle. It reminded him of himself.

“Here, I brought these” he hands out a packet of ice creams and chips to his daughter. “Mama is gonna scold me for having these. I wouldn't be able to eat dinner for sure.” She protested while Nagi grabbed a juice from the packet exclaiming mischievously, “Who says you're getting scolded alone?” handing her a gamepad.

⌗ ISAGI YOICHI

When Isagi walked out of the store buying pads he did not think of the consequences of not picking her up after school for the past few days. It has been weeks since he picked up his daughter from school and sadly that is the only time he properly gets to talk to her, hear her smiles, and see if she is holding up alright or not. It is not like he did not want this, albeit he wanted this, he worked for this to build a home with her. Guess it really takes a toll on the child when both parents are working.

"All okay?" Isagi asked as he walked into the drawing room holding two bags in his hands.

"What is all these?" She asked throwing her hands up in the air, her voice keeping low as much as possible so that she does not wake up her mom. She came straight home when she saw Isagi's text; a text that conveyed that their little girl is now a big girl. And of course, with all the rush, nervousness, and work exhaustion she forgot to buy a fresh set of pads.

"don't worry. I did not forget to bring pads." Isagi said handing her one of the huge packets filled with different types and different brands of pads. He leans to take a look at his wife who was asleep seated on the couch with her head resting on her hand. "no wonder my calls and texts were not reaching her." Isagi carefully lays her down on the couch while his daughter grabs a pack of pads and heads toward the bathroom.

Something does not fill right by Isagi. It is Friday. His wife is supposed to be working late on Fridays but she is here asleep on the couch. He is supposed to pick up her daughter from school, not her. He is supposed to cook dinner for today yet she has been doing it for some Fridays. When did his home start running on fuel? like a factory .

His daughter walks out of the bathroom and halts in surprise in front of the kitchen counter seeing her dad behind the kitchen counter and chopping vegetables. "What?" Isagi asked while his daughter squints her eyes at him saying, "Did you fight with mama too?"

"Probably." and she chuckles at that.

"can I help you?" she chimes walking towards her dad, standing beside her peeking to see what was boiling. It smells nice.

"Only if you tell me what were you talking to mom while I was out..." Isagi says holding his fist out towards his daughter.

"Sure," she exclaims giving him a fist bump.

⌗ BACHIRA MEGURU.

From the moment his daughter told him that she had her first period he has not stopped googling, texting, or calling. It is back-to-back. His immediate reaction was to call her, his wife and luck seems to be on his side. At least he felt so when he heard her mellowed voice saying, "hello." And there it is. the calm in the chaos of his life.

He tells what happened and when it happened to ask where he could get pads, as in, if they're out of it or if he can find them in the usual place. Many times he has done that. She had told him where she kept the pads and he would bring her while she was still in the bath. So, it is nothing unknown to him, nothing to be freaked out about. He drags the drawer in gasping finding it empty. Of all the days, she had to run out of pads for today. So, he wastes no time doing the needful but the question is how? he has never bought pads before. He tried calling his wife again but it was all in vain, must be in a meeting.

Bachira can feel it, feel her stares on him while his eyes are glued on the stretch of selves that has different types of pads of different brands with different types. How does anyone manage to pick the best from all these options? He tried calling his wife again but the call beeps after ringing for a while. out of reach. He looked around totally clueless as he ran out of time. Luckily, one of the staff turned up asking questions. Questions like, "Does she goes to the bathroom a lot? Does she change her pants regularly? does she has trouble sleeping?"

And, how on earth Bachira could answer all of those? He does not know the answers to any of them, not that he is supposed to so he says that, very clearly, that he does not know because his daughter is having her first period and he is freaking out because her mom is not around her. . .So after the staff explains the benefits of various brands he picks the one that his wife uses. Phew! that was easy. why didn't he think of that earlier?

He calls his daughter letting her know that he is on his way home and if he should buy anything to eat since mom will be late today. "Ahhh... then I want some ramen, the one that we always eat," she responded before hanging up. She did not sound nervous but rather bubbly about it. Maybe the food lightened her mood. Bachira smiled since he was already standing in front of that Ramen shop where he used to take his missis once a month when they were still not married, when they were just seeing each other, when everything was so uncertain "She got her mother's spicy tongue." he texted to the number saved Y/N xoxo.

—

[matchascara]

BABYSITTER | S. GOJO

- IN WHICH: the parents identity of the kid you babysit has always been a mystery. that was until one late night where his drunken father comes home a little earlier than usual…

contents: NSFW!! sneaky sex, mentions/use of alcohol, gojo is a manipulative whore but at least he’s rich

honestly, you weren't quite fond of kids, especially when it came to taking care of them. but when you saw how much this babysitting job offered, you felt your eyes turn into dollar signs as you accepted.

and that's how you became megumi's babysitter. he was a quiet, well-behaved kid who only sometimes carried a cocky attitude. due to his stoic nature, he always got into fights at the park which resulted in you threatening to call his father as a scare tactic. though, he was never frightened, and it made you realize that you've never seen this kids parents.

you were always curious as to who his parents were to even be able to afford a house this expensive. but you never asked, after all, he was just a kid and you decided not to peer into his private life.

the only thing you did know was that megumi only ever spoke about his father, and it was never anything good. sometimes, you'd get uneasy about how much his father reminded you of your ex.

so one could only imagine your confusion when that same man drunkenly stood, or, his attempt at it, before you.

“seriously gojo, you pre-called a girl over to your house? you’re such a whore.” said the black haired friend, who struggled to keep gojo standing on both legs. gojo refused to look up, more like, he couldn’t. he found comfort in drooping his head to stare at the floor. “no it’s…baby…sitter…” he slurred.

“oh that’s right, you did hire one to take care of megumi didnt you?” the man raised a brow as he eyed you up and down. “though, you do look strangely familiar.”

you felt stupid as to not recognize who he was at first glance, after all he didn’t change much besides the fact that his jet black hair was now in a half up bun, instead of a full bun. “geto.” you finally spoke. “it’s been a while.”

“ah! i remember now, you’re gojo’s ex!” geto exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “wow, what are the chances that you of all people got hired to babysit the kid. unless, he did that on purpose—“

that sentence sobered gojo up almost instantly, losing his balance as he pushed himself off of geto. “alright, thanks again for giving me a hand but i’ve got it from here. bye bye!” giving no time for geto to respond with anything but a concerned stare, gojo slammed the door in geto’s face, leaning against it for support as he turned to you, smiling eerily.

“let’s talk.”

“drink some water and at least attempt to sober up before you even think about speaking to me.”

to your surprise, he did just that and now three water glasses later you were willing to hear what he has to say. “geto was right, wasn’t he? so why do that just to avoid me? if anything, i should be the one avoiding you."

gojo leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling whilst listening to you question him. to him, it felt like an interview. "i dunno."

you sighed. "this was never getting anywhere i don't know why i wasted my time."

"--i guess i just missed you, and i wanted you around." gojo looked at you, his glacial eyes piercing through yours. "when i saw your application, i refused to even consider anybody else. it had to be you. originally, i was just going to keep you for a week to see you but-"

gojo cupped your chin, forcing you to give your full attention to him. "-i've grown fond of the way you treat megumi so i let you stay." his eyes slightly squinted as he smiled, "and i've also grown fond of you as well-- again."

gojo held your face as his soft lips met yours, causing you to grab his wrist in shock. even though you hated him, you found yourself melting into the kiss as his hands made their way to your waist causing your shirt to lift. the cold surface of the table island you leaned against contrasted the heat that built up as the kiss intensified.

however, as your tongues began to intertwine you could taste nothing but the alcohol that lingered within. he drank more than you thought, as even after downing 3 glasses of water he was still tainted by whiskey.

"i miss you" wasnt gojo talking, it was his dick talking.

breaking off from the kiss, you slapped him. hard.

with everything that's happened in the past, to the events that unfolded tonight, a slap was the least you wanted to do. "do you miss me? or do you just miss not having a girl to cheat on?”

you were over it and the only thing you could think about was how difficult it would be finding a new job after quitting this one.

gojo grabbed your hand, forcefully turning you around. his breath tickling the nape of your neck as he spoke. “double.”

you tensed.

“i’ll pay you double from now on. just stay, for a while more.” he started to slowly kiss at your neck, as if he was waiting for the “ok” to move further.

thoughts of regret ran through your mind as you rested your hand upon the back of his neck, pushing his soft lips deeper into you, where he sucked and kissed until you were stained red. “damn, i forgot how good you taste.” he cooed.

the pleasure caused you to let down your guard. he held both hands behind your back, pushing you face down on the counter. “i’m not good with words so—“

“i’ll show you how much i missed you by fucking you.”

gojo hummed a different tune as his usual short, snide sentences tuned into deep and breathy pants as he pounded his cock into you mindlessly. one hand holding your head down on the counter and the other gripping your waist as he quickened his pace, hitting all the right places.

he would roughly bite the inside of his lip, hoping to quiet himself. but every now and then he’d suck his teeth and follow up with a “fuck- i can’t-“ as he’d lean into you, his liquor scented breath tickling the inside of your ear as you could do nothing but listen to his shaky moans that cursed and praised you.

“ah—you really- just feel so...so good. god.”

and so you tried to follow by also biting down as to not be heard, but quickly failed when he began to press down on your lower stomach, feeling his cock pump deeply in and out of you. your attempted silence breaking when you felt a knot forming in your stomach causing a high pitched gasp escape your mouth. “ah…gojo…i’m—“

he quickly threw one hand over your mouth, muffling your sounds. “shh shh i know…so you’d better quiet down, we don’t want megumi waking up do we?” he planted kisses along your neck as he continued to roughly pound into you, but those kisses soon turned erotic as he would bite and suck on your neck to not release moans when he felt you grab a handful of his hair as you released onto his throbbing cock.

giving you no time for recovery, he continued fucking into your sensitive cunt, his strokes becoming sloppier, his breaths pitching higher, and his grip on you loosening. “shit- i’m so- i’m so close…”

with his mind on a high, gojo gave up with trying to cover your lewd noises, moving his hand from your mouth to grasp at your hair, your moans filling the kitchen.

gojo knew you despised him, that much was obvious since the moment you two called it quits, and he thought he was fully over you as well. however, when he’d see the lengths you’d go through to ignore and spite him, the only thing he wanted to do since was fuck the hate out of you.

now, years later, he’s finally able to see you as a mess beneath him, whoring yourself out for a only couple extra bucks.

or maybe— you missed him just as much.

gojo grabbed your face, kissing you deeply, his moans harmonizing with yours as he pulled out, cum dripping down from your ass and onto your legs.

you spent the next minute trying to catch your breath. meanwhile, gojo stood perfectly fine.

“so—” he finally spoke, teasing your dripping folds in anticipation for more.

"how do you feel about your pay being tripled instead?"

covering your face out of embarrassment, you slowly nodded your head.

"good." gojo continued sliding his lengthy fingers in between your folds as he whispered in your ear. "by the way--"

"you still have a babysitting job to do later today~"

[moonstruckme]

Knowing you write for steddie x reader changes everything for me. I love them and they deserve the world. Plus you do every character so much justice I love how you write them. Maybe reader and Steve supporting Eddie at one of his shows? Or Eddie and Reader helping Steve network at an event? Or Steve and Eddie taking care of a drunk Reader after having a "girls night" with Robin and Nancy?

Love your writing and hope you have an amazing Valentines day! 💝 🍫🎀🌹💐

Thanks for requesting gorgeous! Hope your valentine's was amazing too <33

cw: effects of alcohol + weed

poly!Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

When Steve gets back home, you’re sitting on the floor of the kitchen drinking water out of a bowl with a half empty bag of bread beside you. 

“Jesus,” he says. “This looks kinda pathetic, don’t you think?” 

Eddie, sitting on the counter while he monitors you, shrugs. “All our cups are dirty.” 

“She didn’t want to sit on the couch or something?” 

“No, she said—”

“The floor’s really important right now,” you say gravely. 

Eddie nods. “I kind of get it.” 

Steve huffs a laugh, squatting beside you. “How’s it going, honey?” 

“M’not feeling fabulous,” you mumble, your voice echoing around the inside of the bowl. “Are Nancy and Robs okay?” 

“Yeah, they’re good,” he says. “They’re home safe.” He peers into the bowl when you lower it for a second. You’ve almost drained it. He has to hand it to Eddie; purposefully or not, his bowl scheme has gotten you to drink a good amount of water. “Neither of them would tell me what you guys got up to, though.” 

You’ve just raised the bowl to drink again, and you giggle into your little cavern. 

Eddie, feeling left out, hops down from the counter and takes up a position on your other side. “Ooh, that sounds like trouble.” He nudges your shoulder with his, squinting at you deviously. “What’d you do, huh?”

You set the bowl down, finished. “Nothing,” you say smugly. 

Eddie leans around you to shoot Steve a look, and he rolls his eyes at the showy intrigue in it. 

“Let me guess,” his boyfriend drawls. “You went to that biker bar downtown?”

You shake your head but realize your mistake halfway through, frowning at yourself. “M’not gonna say anything.” 

“That’s no fun! Come on, did you all get secret matching tattoos?” 

You press your lips together. Ignore the eyebrow Steve raises at you. 

“Did you go skinny dipping in the river? Go to a strip club?” Eddie gasps, expression morphing into one of scandal like your face has revealed anything more than a growing amusement at his theories. “Oh my god, you worked a strip club! Baby, you should’ve told us, Stevie and I would’ve tipped you good if we’d been invited.” 

“Quit it.” You go to pinch Eddie’s side. He stops you with a hand on your wrist and a delighted grin. “M’not telling you yes or no to anything, so don’t bother.” 

“Alright,” Steve says at the mischievous look in his boyfriend’s brown eyes, “you ready for bed?” 

Instantly, your good mood slips away. “No,” you say, almost pleading. “M’too dizzy, I can’t go to bed like this.” 

Eddie’s coo sounds how Steve feels. He stands while his boyfriend kisses sympathetically at your cheek, reaching down for you. “That’s alright,” he promises. “Let’s just brush teeth for now, okay? We’ll give you some time to sober up.” 

It takes some help from Eddie on the floor to get you up, but soon Steve has his arm around your waist, keeping you pressed close to his side as he all but carries you to the bathroom. He hears Eddie moving around in the kitchen, cleaning up your small mess, and takes the opportunity to lean in to whisper, “Okay, are you really not going to tell me how you got like this?” 

You groan, head lolling onto his shoulder. “You’re gonna think it’s so uncool.” 

Steve laughs quietly. “C’mon, babe. You’ve got the D&D master in there, and then a guy who probably peaked in high school. Are you really worried about what we think is cool?” 

“Yes,” you mutter, but sigh in defeat as he leans you against the bathroom counter, getting your toothbrush ready for you. “Fine. We didn’t even go out. We just stayed in Nancy’s basement.” 

He feels his eyebrows go up. “I thought you guys were going to go to the bars.” 

“We were, but Robin brought us brownies to eat before we left, and…and she didn’t tell me what was in them until I’d already had two.” 

“Oh,” Steve realizes, “you’re high, huh?” 

“I had a bit to drink before that, too,” you say miserably. You take the toothbrush from him, all but shoving it into your mouth. 

“You’re crossed?” Steve gives a little laugh, scrubbing his hand up and down your arm sympathetically. Your skin is pleasantly warm, and you lean into his touch like his hands are molding you that way. “Shit, that sucks.” 

“We didn’t even get to go out because of me,” you lament around a mouthful of toothpaste. You’re starting to sound a bit teary. “And I threw up in Nancy’s bathroom.” 

Steve tries to look like he’s taking this seriously, but it’s hard to keep the amusement from his tone. “You couldn’t have known, you know?” He crosses his arms, watching as you scrub the inside of your mouth like you’re trying to rid yourself of this entire night. “Robs should have told you earlier. Christ, no wonder you seemed so much more fucked up than either of them.” 

“What’s going on?” Eddie leans against the doorway. 

“She’s crossed,” Steve says. 

“Steve!” You spit your toothpaste in the sink and look up at him, betrayed. “You’re such a nark!” 

“Aw, baby.” Steve really doesn’t know why you ever wanted to keep this a secret from Eddie. He’ll tease you more for it, sure, but he’ll also baby you way more than Steve ever would. And predictably, you eat it up, responding to his tone with a cute pout. “This is your first time being high, isn’t it?” 

You nod pitifully. “I didn’t even mean to,” you warble, eyes looking dangerously wet. “It was an accident.” 

Eddie crosses the distance to you in two long strides, wrapping his arms around your middle so your back is pressed to his front. “Poor thing,” he coos. “You were tricked, huh?” 

“She was,” Steve says, somewhat crossly. “Robin’s gonna hear it when I see her tomorrow, don’t worry.” 

“No, Steve!” Your boyfriend sticking up for you only seems to worsen your upset. You turn your glassy eyes on him, reaching for his hand. “You can’t tell, please! S’a girls’ night secret, you’re not supposed to know.” 

Steve softens. He can play tough, but he’s never been any match for you when you make your eyes all big and sad like that. He’ll give you anything you want. 

“I dunno,” Eddie says, “I think we should go egg her house.” 

Steve grins, but you blanch. 

“No,” you protest urgently, clearly missing the humor in his voice. 

“Alright, alright.” Steve tugs your hand toward him, soothing his palm up the inside of your wrist. “We won’t tell, honey.” Eddie rolls his eyes, but they’re full of fondness as he stamps a kiss on your cheek to show his agreement. “Do you want to sit in bed until you feel okay enough to go to sleep?” 

The worry clears from your expression, replaced by something almost approaching shyness. “Yes, please,” you say, sinking into Eddie’s hold. “You guys can go to sleep though, if you want.” 

“Oh, no way,” Eddie says, keeping you securely in his hold as he starts to walk you towards the bedroom. “It’s your first time being high, baby! I wouldn’t miss this for anything.” 

You grin like he’s silly, but when your unsteady gaze lands on Steve it’s tentative. 

“We’re not just gonna leave you awake by yourself,” he agrees. “We’ll stay up however long you need us to.” 

“Exactly,” Eddie says. “Okay, tell me everything going through your head right now. Do you kind of feel like you’re watching a TV show through your own eyes?”

[tiredmamaissy]

Hiii I'm sorry, just wanna start saying your fics are AMAZING! I'm so in love with them 😩🥹

I'm very sick at home right now, with fever and feeling like shit, I was wondering if you ever thought about a Neteyam/Lo'ak x sick fem Na'vi, it'd be so cute and comforting 💙

Thank you for your amazing work ☺️

Ah babes I’m so sorry I took so long. I’m sure your feeling much better by now but better late than never, right?

Warnings: none, pure fluff and a bit of mushy, gushy love.

“Yawne, please eat something.” Neteyam hums, supporting your head in the crook of his arm. He holds you close to his chest, a cool cloth in his left hand and a spoon full of steam teylu in his right. “You haven’t eaten all day.”

You roll your head to the side, groaning from how dizzy you feel. Your joints ache and it feels as if steam is rising from the pores on your skin. With a weak hand, you nudge away the spoon, nuzzling your hot face back into his chest.

“You’re burning up, love.” He says just under a whisper, quickly putting down the spoon to wipe your forehead with the cold cloth. “How about a bath? We need to get you to cool down.”

“Teyam.” His name catches in your itchy throat as you curl into a ball in his lap. You begin to shiver, burrowing your cold toes under his warm thigh. “Jus’ wanna sleep.”

Truth be told, as much as you hated being sick, you loved the way your mate would care for you. He’s always so concerned about you, but he becomes a hypervigilant, overprotective mate when illness strikes. He’s at your beck and call, cloth in hand and other herbs and remedies strapped to his hip.

“Alrighty. I’m sorry to do this my sweet, sick girl.” he huffs, abandoning the cloth and spoon and scooping you up into his arms, “But up we go.”

You feel extra heavy in his grasp, your limp body completely relaxing under his touch. You trust him entirely, feeling secure in his arms and calm knowing he won’t let anything happen to you — not even the most common sickness known to the na’vi.

Neteyam carries you with ease, his strong physique and sinewy arms supporting your body weight as if you were the bow and arrows strapped to his back. Your feet dangle and sway with each step he takes, your heavy, half lidded eyes finally falling shut.

You rouse to Neteyam’s golden orbs staring down at you, filled with nothing but love and adoration. His smile is catching, spreading to your lips and making them curl. It feels like a fire has been extinguished, your hot body now nearing a comfortable degree. He rakes his fingers through your wet hair, supporting the middle of your back with his other hand.

“Ma’ ‘teyam.” You smile, a hand reaching upwards to cup his cheek. “Irayo [thank you].”

“Nothing to thank me for. Just doing my duty as your mate, txe’lan.” Neteyam’s smile is beaming now, his hand leaving your head to fix the strap of your top back into place. “I am just glad that you are feeling better. Or I would have had to take you to grandmother.”

“I’d rather stay with you. You take care of me the best, nete.” You say with a shaky voice, still a little weak.

Neteyam’s brows knit together when he hears the tremble of your lungs, a pang of concern squeezing his heart. You reassure him with a tender smile and a caressing thumb to his cheek. He almost lets loose a chuckle, just happy that he and his mate could communicate with just a few minute gestures.

“So, what about that steamed teylu?” Neteyam asks hopefully, glancing over to the basket resting on the boulder beside him. You sigh as a response, still having no appetite. But you’d do anything to see that smile on his face again.

“Sounds good, nete.”

[slytherinshua]

CLINGY

genre. fluff. warnings. shua is drunk. this is just disgustingly cute. pairing. joshua x fem!reader. wc. 754. a/n. @fairyhaos ur present 🫡 idrk why i thought of this but he's so cute okay 😭 i saw the pictures and i was like this

“Baby…” Joshua mumbled happily, stumbling through the front door, Jihoon barely able to keep him steady on his feet. He had obviously drunk… a lot. His cheeks were stained cutely pink from the alcohol and his speech was slurred, but you just found it endearing. 

You weren’t sure whether it was Jihoon who had pushed Joshua, or if your boyfriend had launched onto you of his own accord, but you found yourself barely able to support his weight as he clung to you. 

“I-I’ll take care of him. Thank you, Jihoon!” You called out quickly as the shorter man closed your front door to go back home himself. 

“Y/n.” Joshua giggled, his face buried in the crook of your neck, smelling the floral scent of your perfume.

“Come on, you big baby, you need to sit down-” Joshua whined in protest despite the fact that he couldn’t even support his own body weight. He didn’t want to leave your arms for even a second. They were so comfortable to him.

“Shua.” You said helplessly, feeling your arms start to give out trying to hold him up on his two unstable feet. You tried your best to move his arm so it draped over your shoulder, a position which allowed you to half carry half drag him to the nearby couch. You pushed him on it as best as you could, cursing him for working out so much and putting on extra weight. He was heavy even though he didn’t look that buff.

Now that he was safely on the couch, your next thought was to get him some water… if he wasn’t still clinging onto you like you would get dusted by Thanos. You sighed, looking over him, his hand tightly grasping the fabric of your shirt, making sure you didn’t move any more than 2 feet from him. He was very cute, but he got so clingy when drunk.

“Joshua, I need to get you water.” You tried, attempting to remove his hand and escape.

“Don’t want water… jus’ want you.” He whispered, lips curling up in a lopsided smile.

“It’ll only take a minute. I promise I’ll be right back. I’m not gonna leave you.” You assured him, your words successfully allowing you to loosen his tight grip on you. He whined softly, hand trying to clasp onto yours and hold you still, but you ignored his pleas and ducked down, jogging to the kitchen.

You could hear Joshua whining the entire 30 seconds you were gone which made you laugh. Was he really the 27 year old man you were dating or a 2 year old? You quickly made your way back to him, placing the water on the table, allowing him to pull you into his lap.

“How much did you drink?” You asked, knowing you probably wouldn’t get a straight answer out of him until he sobered up a bit. You sat patiently in his lap, his head resting on your shoulder, fingers playing with the beaded bracelet that he had made you, smiling and mumbling about you must really love him cause you never took it off. You just nodded, giving him little affirmative responses every few sentences.

You had enough experience dating him to know that he sobered up fairly quickly. After drinking the water and cuddling with you, he seemed to have stopped whining, indicating he was feeling a little more clear headed and more capable of forming logical sentences. 

“Even if I gave you a ring, you wouldn’t take off the bracelet, right?” He asked softly, still fixated on the bracelet.

“What kind of ring?” 

“Like… a proposal ring.” He sounded cutely drowsy.

You thought over his question, wondering why he was suddenly bringing up a proposal. “Nothing could replace the bracelet.” You mumbled. He had made the bracelet as a gift for one of your first dates and it was probably the most precious thing you owned.

“Do you love me?” He whispered.

You giggled and turned your head to look at him. He blinked at you, waiting for your response. “Nope. I only love sober Joshua. Sorry.” You teased.

“You’re so mean.”

“I know.” 

“I really… really love you.” He dragged out, talking as if he was explaining something incredibly complicated. And then he pouted, hands still on your waist, pulling you a little closer. You smiled, and leaned just a bit closer to his face, pressing your lips to his pout, making sure he knew that you didn’t really mean it.

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Can you do a platonic fic with Price? Price is the reader’s father? She’s like a carbon copy of her father’s personality and his habits. It’s gotten to the point where the similarities are eerie.

-🍁 anon

Hello 🍁 Anon!!! This was such a cute ask to do!! I would also like to say that, as of now, I'm only doing headcanons so I hope that's ok

(≧﹏ ≦) Thank you for requesting!!

Got slightly carried away with this one, but I hope you like it!

||Captain Price with a Carbon-Copy Child||

Warnings: some angst

Price never really imagined himself as a dad

But then, he had you and it changed his whole perception on fatherhood

He had always assumed your personality would be more like your mothers, due to you spending more time with her

But, after you got older, it became clear you were just a mini Captain Price

You had heard him once call someone a muppet and you didn't stop saying it for weeks

Once you got to your teen years, you probably tried to smoke one of his cigars

He found out and you were grounded for a month

You always miss him so much when he leaves on deployment or to go back to base

Insist he video call you whenever necessary

You begged him to take you to the base and show you around

He reluctantly agreed

When he brought you in, you were immediately enthralled with everything happening on base

When he introduced you to the other members of the 141, they could immediately notice the uncanniness

"This is Sergeant John MacTavish"

He smiled good-naturedly, "Call me Soap."

"The hell kinda name is Soap?"

Soap's face dropped as the others start laughing

Captain Price smiling proudly to your right

When you tell him you want to join the army when your older, he is not happy

He never wanted this life for any of his loved ones, but especially not you

It spurs into a big argument

He doesn't want you to join the military because it's dangerous and always thought he does the dirty work to make the world a safer place for you

Your angry, thinking that he's trying to control your life

It ends up with you not talking to each other the whole time he is on deployment

It pains him whenever he sits down for your video calls and you don't pick up

The other members of 141 would notice his change in attitude but not know how to help

He would eventually go to Laswell for advice

She would advise the two of you just talk it out, heart-to-heart

He dreads this because he has never been particularly good at talking about his feelings

But he is willing to try for you

He takes leave for a few days to come see you

When he comes home and you see him, you break into tears, your previous anger forgotten as you run and hug him

He hugs back, squeezing you tight with one hand pressed to the back of your head and a gentle kiss to your temple

"Don't cry, dear, It's okay."

You begin apologizing profusely through tears as he continues to just hold you and shush you gently

When you finally calm down, you two have that talk

He explains that he didn't ever want to seem controlling but he also wanted to keep you safe

You explain your feelings, how you were constantly worried about his safety

He had never really thought of that, apologizing for making you worry

"Now, I'll be worried half to death by it but if, when your old enough, you still want to enlist I'll support you. But you have to be careful for your old man, got it?"

You smile, nodding your head rapidly while you grab him in a hug again

"Alright, alright. Now, let's go get some ice cream or something."

[dirtytransmasc]

Spider and Tuk being the bestest siblings ever and spider being the mvp big brother we all know he is hc's (modern + adopted spi au addition):

Before he could drive he would wait at Tuk's bus stop to get her off the bus. He insisted on doing it to "ease the workload on his parents" (since with Jake and Neytiri's work schedule, Tuk would have to go to an afterschool program and someone would have to pick her up) which it does, but it was really cause he liked to have the quality time with Tuk.

On their walk home he would ask her about school. He asks about what she did, if she brought anything home she wanted to show him (normally stuff from art class), if she did anything special or fun, that sort of stuff. He also stays up to date on her school gossip and makes sure no one's bothering his baby sis.

They hold hands the whole walk home, and more often than not he ends up carrying her or her bag for her.

Once he gets his license he picks her up from school and fills the 45 minute-ish time she would have normally spent on the bus and walking home at the park or getting ice cream or something else of the like.

When they get home he makes sure to look at anything she brought home. All the cool stuff first; art, school work she's proud of, a pretty pebble, or the occasional half wilted flower from the recess field. He makes sure to give all the praise and compliments possible, especially to the art and school work, cause he's supporting those skills early. Then he makes sure he gets all the homework, permission slips, things like that.

When his siblings ask why he does it, he says, "Who's gonna ask her to see what she drew during recess? Who's gonna ask if she did anything fun with her best friend? Who's gonna make sure she's not left out of the loop? We're a busy family, I don't want her getting left out just cause she's little, I'll ask, I like doing it anyway" he knows his family's busy, he knows Tuk tends to fall to the background cause she's the youngest, and that Jake and Neytiri are busy trying to keep them all afloat, so he takes care of Tuk.

He helps her with her homework and never raises his voice or gets frustrated. He sits next to her and they figure it out together.

He's always proud of her, even for the little things, so he's always giving her hugs and kissing her hair and other classic big brother things.

More often than not, Spider puts Tuk to bed. Either Jake and Neytiri give up trying to tame the "cranky banshee" (what Spider call her when she's tired) of a child and call Spider in, or she asks for him. He'll lay down next to her and pull her close and tell her stories until she gets sleepy and cuddled into him. Only then does he pull out the "put'em to sleep" combo, as he calls it; he hum to her (he hums "a la nanita na", like his mama used to hum to him, fight me) while rubbing her back with one hand and plays with her braids with the other. She's out like a light in a few minutes every time.

He often refers to her as a little banshee whenever she's being feisty or especially energetic.

There was an almost 2 month streak where Tuk would only sleep if Spider stayed in her room for the night or if she was in Spider's bed (which she preferred cause it was bigger and cozier). Spider didn't mind so he gave in almost immediately. Best sleep he got in years, even with the bony knees and elbows poking him.

Spider will sacrifice himself when she gets sick, opting to be the one to go comfort her, knowing he'll be sick soon after. He has spent many nights holding her on the bathroom floor and wiping snotty noses. (he always gets it and gets it *worse* but it's worth it for his baby sis)

Tuk always does he best to take care of him after. She'll sit in bed with him and pet his hair or bring him snacks/water. When she was little, she'd bring out all her Doc McStuffin's toys (cause she'd love Doc McStuffin's, again, fight me) and try and 'make him better'

Spider has the strongest cuteness aggression ever for Tuk, like, he wants to squish her and bite her and squeeze her and shake her, with all of the love in the world. He satiates himself by snatching her, flopping on the floor, and bear hugging her as tight as he can, with his legs too, and just rolling back and forth till she's giggling so hard she can't breathe.

He is deeply invested in multiple children's shows because of how often he watches them with her. (His favorite is Wild Kratts, Paw Patrol, and Ninja Turtles)

(this one next one is so random but Spi and Tuk have pastina lover vibes, again, I dare you to fight me on this)

Spider spent time in the system and fending for himself, meaning he picked up a lot of easy recipes, one of which, was pastina with butter, broth, and cheese. He passed this on to Tuk, who has now decided this is the best snack ever and asks him to make it all the time.

Spider works out, just so he can carry her around forever and ever.

He always make sure that he and his older little siblings always give time to Tuk and involve her in their play.

They go on day trips after he gets his license, sometimes just the two of them, other times with all the Sully kids. They go to museums and science centers and such. He again holds her hand most of the time, or makes sure that she doesn't get lost while playing.

Worries over her constantly.

They trade art all the time. He'll make her a knew piece of jewelry and she'll give him a new painting to keep in his room.

He has a picture of her in his wallet.

He takes so many photos of her, he's like a facebook mom. Lo'ak makes fun of him.

He's teaching her how to skateboard, cause she thinks he's the coolest ever cause he knows how to skateboard. He got her a pretty skateboard and hot pink gear (in which he went overboard in buying considering her basically bought her a hot pink suit of armor) and helped her decorate it. He also makes sure she's not picked on when they go to the skate park.

He kisses every boo boo.

He makes and (never ever breaks) lots of pinky promises.

they have a special handshake.

When the Sully's go out anywhere, you can tell when Tuk wants to go home, because she'll be in Spi's arms, cause he'd never turn down an opportunity to hold his baby sister.

They match hair beads. Spi will always have at least one that matches with hers at all times, and Tuk will have one of his on the braid behind her ear so she can fiddle with it.

Tuk always double and triple checks that Spider has his inhaler (he doesn't know how she remembers better than he can)

She wears his shirts to bed a lot. They're big and soft and who could blame her?

should I do more of these (maybe one for each sibling?)

[poppadom0912]

Together (X)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, injuries, abuse, kidnappings, shootings, swearing and scary men.

Summary: Everyone's reunited at last and are never letting go.

A/N: This is the last chapter before the epilogue. I just wanna reiterate how much fun writing this has been and how much i appreciate all the love and support you've shown this series.

It's a bit too late for my liking but I've only now finished writing. This week was so busy for me but I promised and here it is!

Enjoy the last 2.5k words of angst because the epilogue is next!!🙃😊

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Kelly was bursting through the seams with anxiety. The entire time while responding to the car pile-up, he was riddled with it and the tension he harboured carried through to everyone else.  

It put him at somewhat ease to know at least Sylvie and Violet were with you as well as Intelligence and then eventually everyone at Med. You were going to be surrounded by people you loved and vice versa.  

When the scene started to get cleared up, Boden wasted no time and let Kelly go, urging him to take his buggy and promising everyone would be there once everything was finished.  

The second Kelly stepped into the ED, April was at his side and guiding him towards the ICU where you were being kept for now. On the way up, she carefully explained what she knew and warned him about your appearance.  

Kelly didn't know what to think till he saw your face for himself and God, he wanted to bring hell onto earth.  

Jay heard his soft steps, picking up his head from the back of the chair. Kelly wouldn't say it to his face, but Jay looked horrible, eye bags dark and sullen, hair uncombed and frizzy and injury wise, the bandages told him enough. Somehow, Jay looked worse than what he did yesterday when Kelly last saw him.  

Upon seeing the lieutenant, Jay tiredly smiled at him, easing himself out of his chair and half limped out the room with the IV pole in his left hand. Kelly went forward hastily to help him, telling him to sit back down or help him out the room into another seat but Jay shrugged him off, weakly pushing his efforts away. 

“Go be with my sister you dumbass. April’s here to help me, don’t worry.” 

And with that, he watched his childhood friend help support his supposed soon to be brother-in-law down the white hallways of the intensive care unit. 

Kelly's eyes burned when he first caught sight of you. The last time he saw you was on the video he'd been sent of you screaming as you were being beaten up.  

Gosh, Kelly had felt so helpless and still feels as such.  

Sitting in the chair Jay had previously been inhabiting, Kelly took his time to fully study you, memorising every feature of your face once again in fear of having you ripped out his grasp again.  

You looked so different. Kelly knew your body by the back of his hand and had your every single detail down to the cell engraved into the forefront of his mind. You looked so different but so recognisable, there was no mistaking that this sleeping woman was indeed you.  

Six hours ago, everyone was ready to mourn the oldest and the youngest Halstead. Despite the resilience Intelligence bleed, everyone had been told to prepare for the worst and six hours ago, all hope was lost and giving up seemed so sweet but so sour it still stung now.  

Kelly hesitated, hand hovering mid-air over yours, eyes cast down on your battered body that he could only see little of. Healing scabs and scars alike marred your hands, the sight making him falter, wondering if it was even a good idea to hold your hand. But then the last two days flashed in his eyes and without another thought, he gently placed your hand in his.  

Relief washed over him in waves, flooding his veins. This sensation felt so bittersweet, the sweet poking the tears from his eyes and the bitter nipping at his ankles. To have you back in his vicinity, to have you back home, Kelly never wanted anything so badly before in his life. Despite this, you had been through the ringer, experiencing pain like no other, pain that you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.

Actually, the Murray’s deserve worse, maybe the devil himself. Hell and a bit more sounded sufficient enough.

With his hand safely enveloping yours, Kelly felt himself calming down. Even with all the machinery beeping around him, to feel your pulse against his fingers made this dream a reality.

Soft knocking brought him out of his thoughts. Reluctantly pulling his eyes away from you, Kelly found Sylvie standing at the door with two coffees in hand, Violet nowhere in sight.

“Maggie said I can’t give this to Jay, so…” Sylvie said, dragging the word as she held out the paper cup towards him, shrugging her shoulders sheepishly when Kelly smirked in amusement.

“Thanks Brett.” Kelly smiled, gladly taking the caffeine from her hands, and drinking with no hesitation. Truth be told, no one in the firehouse slept much last night, they had too much playing on their minds.

“Crocket said surgery went well.” Sylvie started, standing by your head, fingers caressing your hair as she gently pulled each tangle apart one by one. “I know it doesn’t look like it but she’s going to be fine.”

There was a pregnant pause, Sylvie’s attention diverted and solely on detangling your matted hair before bringing a washcloth that sat on the table to get rid of any residue and dirt stuck on your face. Her trained fingers were put to work, her eyes not once leaving your face as she continued without stopping.

“She’s going to be just fine.”

*****

Kevin was overwhelmed, so was Kim and Hailey but much less so than the aforementioned man. The rest of the team, well they were off busy with the Murray’s and their many, many (somehow attained) henchmen.

The two women were bystanders in it all, coming much later and missing out the most brutal parts. The same could not be said for Kevin and Will.

The two men were following Jay out the warehouse but at a much slower pace. Kevin was supporting Will as best he could, apologising every time the doctor winced and faltered in his steps. Eventually, Jay got so far ahead that he disappeared and very likely was already outside and getting you into the single ambulance waiting.

All of a sudden, the silence that was only interrupted by Will expressing his pain was intruded by gunfire.

They really couldn’t catch a break, could they?

Will apparently remembered the hallways and pointed out a dead-end corridor for them to take cover in and despite his pain riddled brain, he wasn’t wrong.

Without any hesitation, Kevin drew his gun from his holster and shot when necessary and whenever he found someone lurking nearby. Without diverting his attention, he grabbed his walkie and called for backup, relaying both in code and not what was happening.  

Eventually when some time had passed, way too long for Kevin to be comfortable with, Kim and Hailey appeared from around the corner, guns held up in caution before they lowered at the sight of the officer.  

Despite having everything under control, Kevin felt better having his colleagues with him now that Jay was gone. With their help, together they could probably get Will out quicker.  

Now that everything calmed down, Kevin could finally solely put his focus onto said man. Turning his back to the two women, Kevin went to talk to the redhead but found himself speechless at the sight he was met with.  

Lord knows how but up above was a window that some crazy henchman busted his way through and had silently landed on the ground behind him. The man was dressed in all black, blonde hair pocking from the mask he wore armed with both a gun and knife.  

Worst of all, the unnamed and very much unwelcomed man was way too close to Will for Kevin's liking.  

Before Kevin could properly take care of the dude, a shot was fired, and the man fell very ungracefully onto the solid floor, the sound of the impact making all the intelligence personnel internally wince.  

With the nuisance out of the way and no more pathetic distractions, Kevin turned to the redheaded man once again and the sight made him sick. So sick that he had to bite his tongue and hold back any bile from coming up.  

Kim and Hailey clearly felt the same, both gasping from behind him.  

The annoying man had been left ‘alone’ with Will for plenty long enough because along with all his injuries, another gaping wound had been added. Will was riddled in open wounds, the longer you stared the worse they looked. This one, instead of sitting among the others in his torso, was nicely placed in his thigh which conveniently was just above where Jay had been shot.  

It seemed very convenient that every place on his body that had a wound were the places that bled the most. Will was having so much fun right now.

“Shit! Will!” Kevin rushed to kneel down before the slouched man. Chucking his gun and radio aside, quite carelessly, his brain short circuited before everything kicked in.

“Pressure.” Will coughed out, visibly struggling to keep breathing steadily. “You- you need to put pressure on it.” He repeated, wheezing as he liked his chapped and pale lips.

Without question, Hailey hastily took off the thin jacket she was wearing, rushing forward, and kneeling besides Kevin. With caution and slight apprehension, she positioned the jacket around his thigh but hesitated when she was supposed to tie it.

“This is going to hurt Will.” She said firmly, her strong tone warning him.

“The tighter…” Will started, slowly blinking up at the blonde woman who he knew secretly liked his brother and vice versa. “The better.”

And with that, Hailey tied the simplest knot and pulled hard.

“Fuck!” Will exclaimed, voice breaking. “Motherfucker-“

“Sorry! I’m so sorry but it’s all done.” Hailey incessantly apologised to him; her remorse visible on her face but before she could get up, she was stopped by a hand gripping her wrist.

“You have to go tighter.” Will stated, his fingers clutching her wrist as tight as he could but Hailey barely felt any weight. “Just like a torniquet. It has- has to be tight or else…”

“Will, stay with us man.” Kevin said, his tone leaking with urgency, almost pleading him. “You’re the doctor, walk us through it.”

Forcing his eyes open, Will blearily started at the three of them. His mind was completely muddled and subconsciously, he incredulously wondered how they hadn’t been trained to make a tourniquet in the field.

“Belt?”

Without further say, Kevin was getting up to unbuckle his belt easier, Kim replacing his space.

With much struggled, many pauses and tons of encouragement, they kept him alert enough for him to guide them through making a tourniquet around his thigh. The pain was unbearable, altogether it was blinding.

“I’m so sorry Will.” Kim whispered, sitting in front of him but she was alone with him, Kevin and Hailey gone off to find what was taking the medical attention so long to arrive. “Just a little longer I swear.”

“Jay! Stop panicking.”

“Hailey, it’s Will-“

“We’ve got him, go be with Y/N.”

“But Will- are you sure?”

“He’s trying his best, okay? Go be with our girl.”

And that might’ve been the last thing Will heard, the faint shouting between the two detective partners. Kim’s voice actually, he heard that last, her shouts for help when his eyes slid shut.

Actually, Jay’s desperate pleading, that was the last thing he heard.

*****

"It was part of protocol we run a rape kit."

Kelly couldn't breathe. His only saving grace being that Jay wasn't currently in the room with him.

"It came out clean."

Kelly physically deflated at the good news.

"It's going to take a while but she will recover. They both will." Ethan said, having permission from Crocket to tell him the news.

"And no one's heard anything about Will yet?"

The silence was so suffocating, if Kelly squinted, he could probably see Ethan turning blue from the lack of oxygen.

"We've been told we're waiting on a body. They want us to confirm it."

Kelly didn't need to ask for Ethan to break it down for him. He knew exactly what that meant.

If he looked the Korean man in the eye, Kelly would definitely see a thin sheen of tears coating his eyes.

*****

Antonio had been doing this for a long time, he’d seen and been through a lot himself but this, this would stay with him for a long time.

The guttural screams that tore his vocal cords to further damage. The blood trailed after him like the bread from Hansel and Gretel, painting the crime scene a war zone. His cries begging to know his baby brother and sister were safe and, in a hospital, where they could recover.

They were watching the innocent doctor become a martyr right before their very own eyes.

What happened next could only be explained by pure, sheer will and determination.

While they were hounding for an ambulance, Antonio caught men getting escorted away in cuffs, all looking identical until the final two men left the building. The rage he felt, Antonio didn’t know how any of them remained stationary.

It was a miracle Will came back to consciousness. When he closed his eyes and his body went limp, everyone truly thought that was it, after everything the Halstead’s had done to survive, this was the unhappy ending they were getting. But then, Will gave the biggest middle finger to fate because after all of this, she could be damned for all he could care.

Will remained alert enough, being continuously roused by each of the remaining intelligence members when they noticed his eyelids sliding shut. They tried distracting him, updating him on the wellbeing of his siblings, news that was happily provided.

The only ones that remained was Antonio and Kevin. The rest had been forced to accompany Jay just in case, they were all preparing for the worse case scenario. And Hank, he was making sure the bastards never got to see the light of day ever again.

Ten minutes passed. By now, it had been two hours since they got on the scene and an hour since they raided the warehouse. The more Will struggled; the more Antonio was losing his patience. Right before the naked eye, out in the open for the entire universe to see, Will was bleeding out; he was dying. Death was looming, crawling from a mile away but its stench was strong, it’s shadow too close for comfort.

Making eye contact with Kevin, they had a silent conversation and with no argument, they were lifting Will up and nearly carrying him towards the car.

This was their last chance and they weren’t going to wait for that ambulance anymore.

And for once, fate guided them with a beaming light. She overturned the hatred she'd shown and led them safely, holding out a much-needed lifeline.

And so when the car screeched to a halt at Med’s ambulance bay doors, Will found it easier to breathe.

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Too Good for Me

Summary: Chilchuck loves his wife, but he thinks she's too good for him.

Word Count: 1,944

Warnings: a little angsty, maybe ooc Chilchuck, half-foot reader, one curse word, fluff near the end

Within the half-foot community, everyone knows that Chilchuck Tims and Y/n L/n were meant to be. Both of their parents having lived close to each other, the once small children grew up together. 

Playing tag as small children, turned into shy hand holding and blushy kisses. Chilchuck adored Y/n with all his heart, nothing could stop him from coming home to her, not even the dark dungeons he found himself in. While Y/n believed that Chilchuck was her whole world. Having loved him since they were kids, Y/n only wished for her Chil to come home safe and sound to her. 

Their love continued to bloom throughout the years, having married young and created a family, the Tims couldn’t be happier. 

Chilchuck loves his wife. He’d do anything for her, he’d do anything to keep her happy and smiling. Shining like the sun, even if it meant she’d shine with someone other than him. 

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Y/n could tell that something was bothering her husband. 

It didn’t take much, especially since he was so easy to read. She watched as his brows furrowed and his nose wrinkled. His lips were slightly downturned as well, completing his ‘mr grump face’. 

With careful foot steps, Y/n approached the chair her husband was currently occupying. Once behind, she slid her arms around his shoulders and kissed the side of his head, “Good evening Mr. Grump, would you happen to know if my husband was available.” Having felt the slump of his shoulders and hearing his defeated, albeit amused, sigh Y/n knew she temporarily soothed the omelet of thoughts running through his mind. 

“I’ll ring him in for you Mrs. Y/n.” the auburn haired man jokes, before turning his gaze to catch the loving eyes of his wife. “Hello sweetheart.” 

She peaked his lips lovingly, “Hi lovie. Is something the matter? It’s been a while since the ‘grumpy face’ has come out.” Y/n voiced. A wife can’t help but be concerned for her husband, especially since he works dangerous jobs just for them. 

“Everythings fine, just thinking about a request of some sort.” Chilchuck smiled tiredly. His mind has been reeling about what one of his party members asked. While departing from the dungeon, Moslie, had caught the small huff Chilchuck exclaimed about seeing his wife after so long.

It didn’t take much, to cause Chilchuck to rant and rave about his wife back home. The group laughed and poked at the pink faced half-foot. Making him swear he’ll bring her to the tavern to meet them. But after sobering up, Chilchuck didn’t want to follow through anymore. His work and his life were two separate things. 

He wanted to keep them separate for as long as he could, but knowing that the moment he mentions it to Y/n, her radiant smile will kill all the courage to tell her nevermind and not have them meet at all. 

“Anything I can shoulder with you.” Her sweet voice pierced through Chilchuck’s thoughts. Her nose nudged his cheek, her arms still loose around his neck. The phrase ‘with him’ caused his heart to stutter. Knowing that she’d carry his problems with him, knowing that she’d support him with anything. Knowing that she’d be at his side forever, made the decision harder and harder. 

Chilchuck would be with her and carry everything with her until their skeletons turned to dust, which is why he wants to keep her all to himself.

Her smile alone makes the sun burn with envy. Anyone would be lucky to have her. 

And he wanted to say lucky. 

But knowing that the smallest meeting with his party would cause even the stars to shine brighter with how much she’d beam. Chilchuck had no other option but to lift his half of the world into her awaiting hands. 

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Chilchuck sat silently at the table within the tavern. He watched as Y/n floated around, speaking excitedly with all members of the party. Even chatting with the wives that they’ve brought along. Her excitement almost made everything worth it. 

Almost. 

The auburn haired half-foot watched as his Y/n blushed red at something said to her. She then became bashful and her smile turned into something heart stopping. She looked away, before catching the eye of Chilchuck, then looking back again. A mutter of a response before Y/n excused herself for the conversation to talk with another member, luckily a woman this time. 

Chilchuck watched with insecure eyes, feeling like his greatest nightmare was happening before him and all he could do was watch. He hated being a part of a scene. Having everyone stare at him, waiting for his next comeback or action. And within the full tavern, that was surely the outcome. 

So he drank instead. 

Not enough to get him hammered and stumbling but enough to where his wife would always choose him. Enough to quiet the insecurities just for a moment. Enough to trick himself into believing that he was enough for Y/n, that she would never leave. That she’d want to spend the rest of her life with him. 

And it worked, until it didn’t. They always came back and it was getting harder to fight them. 

So he let them win and kept drinking the night away.

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The walk back to their little home seemed much longer than necessary. Almost like all the paths taken have stretched themselves while two were away. Chilchuck walked the path silent. His head hung low, the alcohol continued to flow through his system. 

The half-foot refused to look towards his wife, not wanting her to see his defeated expression. Chilchuck knew since childhood that Y/n was too good for him. That his grumpy and sour nature wasn’t worth her sticking around. He knew that he dulled her and just tonight, his thoughts were confirmed. 

She practically glowed all throughout the night. Her bubbly nature was addicting enough, Chilchuck almost didn’t need a drop of alcohol for the night. But her glow, directed at all his party members, made him feel sick. Seeing her bounce and laugh joyously, seeing her blush and dance with them just told Chilchuck that she’d be happier with someone other than him. 

How could she love a grump like him? How can she stay and wait for him for days on end? How could she simply be happy? 

Chilchuck grumbled to himself, reaching the door of their home. The man made quick work with the lock and entered, leaving it open for his wife that was tailing right behind him.

Y/n walked through and saw as her husband grabbed one of the wine bottles stored in the cabinets, taking a large drink and sitting himself at the table. She watched as he grumbled with himself. As if he was in an argument of some kind. 

His body language saying to leave him alone. That he wasn’t in the mood for any human interaction. 

But she took a tentative step towards him anyway. She moved his body to lean against her anyway. She wrapped her arm around his head to keep him against her anyway. She wrapped her other arm over his shoulder anyway. 

She held him anyway. 

And she continued to hold him as he cried.

Chilchuck gripped onto Y/n’s arm, making it so she can’t let go. So she can’t leave. He wanted to push her off, tell her that he wasn’t good enough, break her heart so she could leave and be happy with someone else. Someone who’d make her shine and laugh and dance. Someone who can talk about his feelings. Someone who’d take her on dates everyday. Someone who’d give her flowers and tell her they love her everyday. 

Someone who isn’t him. 

“You deserve better than me, Y/n.” his voice came out meek. Like it was painful for him to even say the words in the first place. Y/n looked at Chilchuck with bewilderment, not believing he’d even say such a thing. All her love for him was ready to pour out, but the tightening grip on her arm silenced them. 

“I’m a grumpy old man, who’s gone all the time. An old man that’s bitter and emotionless. I don’t even tell you I love you. I don’t bring you gifts or flowers. I never talk about work or anything else and you just met my co-workers after 2 years of me working with them.” Chilchuck ranted. His tears continued to fall, voice weavering between words. His hold still tight, no matter how much he believed he wasn’t enough for her, Chilchuck wanted her to stay right there, needed her to stay with him. “I’m a lousy husband and barely a good enough father. You don’t need someone like me holding you down.” 

Y/n dipped her head down, lay her forehead against Chilchuck’s crown. She breathed deeply before speaking, “I no longer feel pretty. I’ve outgrown my gowns and I feel fat. Our daughters prefer their father over me. I think I’m a terrible mother and they don’t love me as much as they love you. I say home wait for my husband because he’s the only thing that makes me smile anymore. But even then, I don’t think I’m pretty enough for him.” She rose her head and turned his, until they were meeting eye to eye. Y/n took in his slightly red nose, the tears within his eyes and the water path the previous ones made. Her gaze softened, tears of her own welling up in her eyes, her hand coming up to cup his face, wiping the tears. 

“But seeing the way he looked at me tonight. Like I’ve given him life, was enough to show me that he loves me as much as I love him.” She leaned down and rested their heads together. Chilchuck closed his eyes, taking in her warmth. “And god I love him so. His beautiful eyes and sweet smile. His warm embrace and powerful kisses. His grumpiness in the mornings, that always softens when I cuddle him. His loving words and sweet gestures. It makes me swoon every time. I love him dearly and deeply. And nothing could change that, nothing could make me stop loving you Chilchuck. Not when we were kids and definitely not now.

“I don’t need gifts or flowers. I don’t need you to tell me you love me all the time. I don’t need to know about work and I could’ve gone a whole lifetime without meeting your friends because all I need is you. You in my arms, your kisses on my lips, your life entangled with mine.” 

Chilchuck slowly pulled away, looking into Y/n’s eyes. All he could see was love and adoration, like he hung the stars themselves. 

“I love you Chilchuck Tims. And I know you love me. That’s all I need.” 

Chilchuck crashed his lips to hers. Pulling her into a searing breathless kiss. Y/n kissed him back just as hard. Trying to suffocate all of his own insecurities to make them die with her love alone. Chilchuck pulled her onto his lap, holding her close as he continued to kiss her breathless. 

Within this moment, Chilchuck believed himself stupid for wanting his beautiful wife to find someone else. Stupid to think that she’d even think of going anywhere without him. 

Stupid to believe that she didn’t love him the way he loved her because at this moment he’s drowning within her love and he’d die right there. 

Because loving her was lucky. 

And he was fucking lucky.

[eletricheart]

hiiii! I have a request for donna beneviento. I was hoping for her lover, the reader, to show up to donna's house like normal, but they are sick with the flu. When donna asks why reader came, reader says that they dont care if they're sick or not, they just want to see donna <3 cue donna being a flustered mess, but then panicking internally when reader lets out a particularly harsh cough. Just some fluffy caretaking if you wouldnt mind, thank youuuuu :) (maybe if you're feeling like writing a longer fic, you could make reader have a fever-induced nightmare, and donna is the only thing that can calm reader))

Fever

(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

*image creds to owner

Word count: 882

ps: ty for the request hope u like it🫶

ps2: not proofread

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Winter was finally over but the sudden change of temperature was enough to get you sick for a week. Usually you'd stay at home resting however every week you would have a home date with Donna.

Hence why you were walking towards her front porch looking like an Arctic scavenger. The dollmaker was surprised to see your attire but didn't pay much mind until she went to greet you.

You were shaking a little but still removed the mask to smile at her. "Sorry I'm late, my stomach wasn't kind this morning."

Donna nodded and ushered you in, getting concerned with how red your face was. "Are you okay?"

You nodded enthusiastically, supporting yourself with the now closed door due to the rapid movement. "Yeah! Just got a bit of a flu, nothing to worry about."

The dollmaker tensed for a moment, silently commanding her dolls to prepare some tea and bring blankets to the living room. "You should've stayed at home, it's dangerous to walk around sick! What were you thinking?" She questioned, leading you to the room.

You sighed. "I haven't seen you this week. I would rather face a thousand winters then stay away from you for so long. Please forgive me." You said, pouting.

Donna was thankful for wearing her veil, so you couldn't see how flustered she became with just one sentence. "Th-That's nonsense, you don't need to ask for forgiveness. But…next time, just call me."

You laughed. "I will."

After successfully trapping you in a world of blankets, Donna lit the fireplace and sat beside you. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You tried to answer but a sudden cough took place so you just nodded while trying to breathe.

You were still okay, you got used to the coughing after the second sick day. However, for Donna you were on death's door. The dollmaker could feel her heart racing, her hands trembling and her eye feeling with tears.

She practically ran off the room leaving your confused self drowning in blankets.

Donna returned with more pillows, some plants from her garden that were for good health, tea, water, a bowl with water and some towels. She even called Mother Miranda, who assured her that in five minutes a crow would leave some medicine at the door.

You were watching her set up a small hospital on the center table with a gentle smile. "Donna, it's okay, I'm not dying, I promise."

The dollmaker shook her head. "You're sick, I need to take your temperature."

You nodded weakly, feeling the hands of Morpheus trying to carry you into the dream world.

Donna was slightly shaking but still managed to check your temperature and breathing. "You have a bit of a fever, I believe Mother will bring some medicine. You should drink some water."

You nodded and drank half a glass of water, settling back down on the couch, in a lying position. "Where's Angie? I thought she'd be trying to steal the blankets from me by now."

Donna chuckled. "I had to lock her in my room. When she heard you were sick she stole a syringe and claimed she'd turn you into her bioweapon."

You laughed, still coughing at the end, but less intensely. However you noticed the dollmaker stiff posture. "I just need to sleep for a second, then it'll be good again."

Donna nodded, kissed your forehead and stood up, getting ready to cool the bowl of water. But she was stopped by you holding her arm before she moved too far. "Please don't leave me, I don't like to be alone."

Donna smiled and removed her veil to lay down more comfortably beside you.

The Lady had only moved away for a few minutes in order to receive Mother Miranda's package, suddenly she heard a scream and rushed back to you.

You were still sitting on the couch, but your face was marked with tears and your entire body felt like it was burning alive. You vision was still blurry from sleep and even though you tried to breathe it felt as if no air was going inside.

Donna approached you gently, trying to not make things worse but the second you saw her you jumped towards the woman and hugged her tight. She guided you back to the couch, not once breaking the embrace.

You curled on her and kept attempting on calming down. She was drawing soothing patterns on your back, humming lowly and controlling her breathing so you could immitate.

It took at least fifteen minutes for you to calm down, holding her as if she was your only connecting with reality.

Donna waited until your breathing had evened to speak. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked, gently.

You took a deep breath before nodding. "I had a nightmare…I-I don't exactly remember what happened, just the feeling. Then I woke up and you weren't here anymore. I guess I panicked." You closed your eyes tightly and snuggled yourself even more against Donna.

The dollmaker allowed you to lay on her, pulling some of the blankets that fell and covering you. "I'm sorry, I won't leave again."

You nodded. "Promise?"

"Promise."

Your body relaxed and soon enough you fell asleep, knowing that Donna was there to protect you against anything.

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[a-casual-kpopfan]

At Peace. - JiU

A/N: Heavily inspired by a different fic, and I mean very heavily. Quite a short one but wanted to do something different, doesn't mean I am fully back from my break. - Ghost

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“I’m not drunk!”

“Yes, yes, whatever you say…”

In the dimly lit hallway of a complex, two figures could be seen dragging themselves along the walkway, well, to be more precise, one was dragging the other.

“Jin! I am not drunk!” the clearly drunken figure yelled, leaning onto the other one for support.

“Uh huh, sure….” Said the other figure, Jin. “Stay still please.” He said as he pulled out the key for the apartment, unlocking it before pulling the other person through the door.

Despite being dragged through the room, the other person kept smiling to themselves before being situated on the couch. Jin knelt in front of them, one hand slapping their cheek lightly.

“Oi, JiU?” He asked.

“Hmm?” The other person, now known as JiU, reacted to her name being called.

“How many fingers am I holding?” Jin held 2 fingers.

“Five!” JiU giggled, her behavior in a way like a kid seeing their favorite toy.

Sighing to himself, Jin then stood up. “I’ll fetch you some water.” Moving to the kitchen, he muttered to himself as he poured her a glass of water. “And she was the one that started this…”

Dialing back a couple of hours ago, JiU was the one that unapologetically barged into Jin’s apartment, and dragging him to some party of her friend, saying that ‘you can’t keep yourself holed up like this!’. Fast forward till present, here they were, at JiU’s apartment, where you had to act as her ‘bodyguard’ and brought her back safely to her home.

Despite all the grumblings Jin had, a small smile still plastered on his face. After all, JiU just wanted him to be happier, though her way of doing it might be a bit wrong.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he returned to the living room with 2 glasses of water “Here’s your water-” only to be met with JiU fast asleep, leaning against the couch. Her chest rose and fell with deep, even breaths.

Jin felt a smile creep up on his face. Setting the 2 glasses down, he pulled out his phone for a couple of pics, mainly for teasing materials later.

“JiU?” Jin called her name softly. He knew firsthand how much of a bitch it was to fall asleep in wrong positions, then to wake up with aches all over the body. Kneeling next to her, he called her again, but with her real name this time. “Minji?”

Nothing.

She seemed to be too deep in sleep to even care at this point.

It took Jin a while to decide what to do next, not knowing whether or not he wants to help Minji get more comfortable, at the cost of intruding more inside her home, or leaving, and leaving Minji to deal with the aches and a hangover tomorrow.

It didn’t take him long to reach a decision.

First, though, Jin looked around her apartment to locate where her bedroom was, despite him visiting her apartment quite often, to the point of having the extra key just in case - It was the same for her, actually, having gone to his place so much that he’d rather give her a key then having to open the door for her every time.

It took him a while to actually locate the bedroom and open its door in advance before returning to the couch.

“Minji,” Jin called her gently, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezing her shoulder. “Don’t make me carry you to bed.”

All he got in response was the slightest of hums.

A yawn struck Jin, seeing how relaxed and content Minji was, sleeping on her couch. His drowsiness was starting to sink in. Turning his attention back to Minji, he might as well take matter into his own hands. After all, he already predicted things would go like this.

“Alright.” Jin chuckled “You asked for this.”

Jin looped Minji’s arm around his neck, half expecting her to wake up. But all he got was some mumbling and stirring. When Minji stopped stirring, Jin then slides one arm around her slender back, and the other underneath her legs. With little resistance, Jin scooped Minji up in his arms. She really was out cold.

It wasn’t the first time Jin had tucked a sleeping woman into bed. God knows how many times she fell asleep-

Before Jin’s mind could wander, he snapped himself back. Now was not the time for it.

Nestled in his arms, Minji’s head lolled the side, nuzzling into Jin’s neck. Her soft, warm breaths made his hair stand on end. This sensation hit a bit too close to home.

Gently, Jin made his way to her bedroom before dumbfoundedly staring at the bed- He didn’t know which side Minji usually sleeps on. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realize that there was an end table on the left side of the bed – He blamed his own drowsiness for that.

A bittersweet smile tugged on his lips. It was the same for her as well.

Taking a breath, Jin approached the left side of the bed before easing Minji down onto her bed. The dress she was wearing did not look like the most comfortable thing to sleep in, but considering how Minji passed out on the couch, Jin doubted that she even noticed. As close as they were, there were still some boundaries to be kept, and Jin obviously would never cross it. He just wanted her to be comfortable sleeping in her own bed.

To that end, he took hold her Minji’s legs, gently easing those heels off her feet and setting them on the floor. Why did women love to wear heels, he would never be able to understand, especially when it left their feet hurt all over. His hand unconsciously stayed on the smooth skin of her legs a second longer, another habit he had that was hard to get rid of. He could blink and be back to her room, tucking her in after a long night of working, hoping she would get a wink of sleep before a new day began. Jin withdrew his hands before his throat could get any tighter from the memories resurfacing in his thoughts.

Jin took a seat at the edge of the bed and slowly pulled the comforter up. Once it was in place, Jin noticed the makeup on Minji’s face. It wasn’t much, rather light actually. But leaving it on wouldn’t be good for her skin. And so, after turning on her night lamp and rummaging through Minji’s makeup table – Jin planned to apologize about it later when she was sober – he found all the necessary stuff to remove her makeup.

With makeup wipes in his hand, Jin gently wiped her face, slowly and carefully so that she wouldn’t be woken up. His eyes squinting due to the limited light that he had, but rather that than waking her up with the sudden brightness. The more his hand moved, the more his mind slipped back into the memories, of him wiping off her makeup whenever she was too tired to do so, how her gentle smile brought a smile on his own face as he focused on cleaning her face. But not anymore.

With practiced hands, Minji’s face was soon free of makeup. Minji finally stirred then, her smooth hair spread out on the pillow, like a jet-black river flowing around her head. Jin couldn’t help himself reaching out to tuck a few strands of hair away from her face. His hand lingered, thumb stroking gently along her cheek.

Jin couldn’t help but feel relief as he saw how Minji was finally resting. She had been overworking herself too much, not just in her work, but in helping him as well. The reason why he went out with her today was partly because of that.

Letting out a small sigh, Jin removed his hand from her face and stood up.

It was then that Minji stirred. Her eyes opened slightly, barely a crack, as she shifted her head to look at Jin. He held her gaze for a while, until Minji pulled her arms out from underneath the covers. She reached out to Jin, holding onto his hand with one hand, while the other landed at the spot next to her on the right side of the bed.

“Stay,” Minji mumbled, her lips formed a small, yet tired smile. “Please.”

Jin found it far too easy to accept her invitation. He was already smiling back and whispering, “Okay.”

Her contentment shone bright on Minji’s sleepy feature. She gave his hand a squeeze before releasing him. Jin made his way to the other side of the bed and emptied his pockets. His phone, wallet and keys were placed on the dresser near his side.

Shedding his outer jacket, Jin only now realized how cold the room was, and eased himself into Minji’s bed on the right side. All the ghosts of familiarity made themselves known to him once again. The way his foot brushed against Minji’s legs as he tucked himself in. The give of the mattress under her slender body. The soft sounds of her breathing in there, no, her bedroom. He corrected himself. All the sensations and feelings that he had not shared with anyone but her.

Another yawn came, and Jin didn’t even bother to cover his mouth anymore, too tired for that. Glancing over to the side, Jin found Minji out cold once again, a small smile lingered on her lips. He allowed himself a moment to admire her beauty under the dim light of her night lamp.

This was foreign territory for both, crossed so easily and with little second thought. Maybe it was since they were already close friends? Minji just asked him, and he agreed, easy as that.

It was difficult to think about it. To look at all the similarities and comparisons to his late fiancé – even if he had been doing so without the slightest ill intent. His heart still ached just thinking about it – to think of her, his late fiancé, and how he would never be able to climb into bed with her the way he had just done so with Minji.

Jin instead chose to be grateful to Minji’s support and understanding, and how pivotal she was to make the pain at least bearable. After all, Jin wouldn’t be here if Minji wasn’t worried that he would be lonely, and promptly dragged him to a party so that he could have a fun time.

In all honesty, that party was anything but fun for Jin, but he was still grateful for Minji’s support, and he was content of doing just that.

And – even though he had not even thought of it – not once did he ever consider pretending that the person sleeping next to him was his late fiancé.

Jin was happy that it was Minji. That was enough. Minji was Minji – or JiU, as she liked to call herself – and that was enough. He would never pretend she was someone else. No matter how much he loved her to the depth of his heart. No matter how much her loss cut him to his very core.

Jin drifted away into sleep, easier than he had in recent memory.

[seospicybin]

ONE DANCE.

Hyunjin x reader. (s)

CHAPTERS: ONE MORE DANCE / VESPER.

Synopsis: If it wasn’t because of your support, Hyunjin would have been given up to be a painter. One day, he finally get to sold one of his paintings and he decides to celebrate it by getting himself a lap dance. (6,3k words)

Author's note: I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Feel free to let me know :)

It's 3.30 am.

Hyunjin's phone rings because he set an alarm earlier to wake him up right at that time. He turns on the bed and turns it off, might as well check any messages just in case you send him some when he was sleeping.

There are two unread messages, you letting him know that you got a ride home from your friend and that you're getting off work just now.

Hyunjin composes a reply: "I'm waiting for you. Be careful on the way home, beautiful."

He gets up from the bed fast and heads out of the room, turning the lights on in the kitchen to warm the dinner for you.

He does this routine almost every day, especially on the weekends when you usually will come home really late.

The food is being reheated in the oven and while he waits for it, he goes to the bathroom to start filling half of the bathtub with cold water and he would add the hot water later when you get home.

Back in the kitchen, he prepares plates and cutlery and doesn't forget to take a can of your favorite juice from the fridge. When the oven signals that the food has done being reheated, he carefully takes the roasted chicken out and slices it with a knife with so much attention.

He arranges the food on your plate so beautifully and put everything in place so you don't have to do anything else but sit and eat in peace.

He hears a car pulling up downstairs and he goes to the window to check if it's you, smiling when he sees you getting off the car and probably thanking your friend for the ride home before entering the apartment building.

He opens the door and holds it open with his back, waiting for the elevator that takes you to arrive.

When it dings open, you walk out of it looking exhausted while carrying your duffel bag on one shoulder but when you glance up and see him, your face lights up almost instantly like a night turns to a day.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" You ask him and come into his hug.

It feels good to finally have you back home, as if everything is just right again, right where it belongs. He doesn't need to worry about anything else, having you in his arms washes all of his weariness away.

"Welcome home!" He says as he presses a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, and eventually your lips.

He could stay there and kiss you all day but he guesses that you must be tired from work. He quickly takes your duffel bag from you and leads you inside.

"Your dinner is ready!" He informs then squats down to take your shoes off and put them on the shoe rack for you.

"I told you, I can reheat dinner myself," you scold him with a glare.

He puts his hands on your shoulder and leads you to sit on the stool facing the kitchen island with the food already served.

"Just sit and eat well!" He orders and not taking any objections from you.

You turn to flash a smile at him and grab his hand that is resting on your shoulder, "I'll eat it well, thank you!"

Hyunjin smiles back knowing that his effort is being appreciated.

Then you suddenly get off the stool.

"Do you need something?" He quickly offers help to you, "I'll get it for you!"

You chuckle and saunter to the kitchen sink, "I'm going to wash my hands."

Hyunjin let out a 'duh' gesture of slapping his forehead along with a subtle eye-roll. He then puts your duffel bag away where you always put it, next to the vanity table in the bedroom then heads to the bathroom to start filling the rest of the tub with hot water.

He kisses the top of your head once he returns to the kitchen and sits next to you on the empty stool, "How was work?"

You take a moment to swallow your food and sigh, "tiring but it was a full house tonight."

"How was your day?" You ask back and resting your hand on his thigh.

To be frank, Hyunjin didn't do much that day, he tried so hard to paint but didn't get any inspiration. He ended up wasting most of his day staring at a blank canvas and it has been like that for the past few days.

"Stuck on ideas again?" You ask with a pout while rubbing his thigh as a way to soothe him, you already know the answer even before he says it.

"That's okay, baby!" You add with a reassuring smile, "you'll work it out!"

It amazes him how you still manage to comfort him despite the exhaustion visibly drawn on your face. It should be him who comforts you, not the other way around.

"Oh... this is so nice!" You hum in delight as you slowly soak your body in the warm, nice-smelling water. You make a room for Hyunjin as he is about to get into the tub as well, carefully lowering himself into the water to not let it slosh out of the tub.

You rest your back on his chest to let him bathe you like he usually does, dipping a bath sponge into the water to softly rub it on your skin, washing the night away from your body.

Your skin is wet and warm just like the bathwater, he has to stop a few times just to plant kisses on your silky smooth skin and let his hands freely roam around your body, touching you in places only he knows.

"You're so beautiful, angel!" He whispers sweet praises into your ear.

"Can't get enough touching you," he sweetly murmurs with a tender kiss on the nape of your neck as his hand goes to the delicate flesh between your legs.

You bend your knees and spread them open for him, guiding his hand under the water to get there faster while giggling, making the water ripple.

Hyunjin let out a sultry sigh with his plush lips so close to your ear shell as his fingers easily locate your clit and gently circling on it.

He feels the most selfish when it comes to your body, he has a reason for it and he bet you know it too.

"All mine!" He sighs.

You bring his face close by pulling him by the chin to capture his lips in a kiss, a slow kiss that is both needy and hungry. He lets you take over from there, let you take him wherever you want it to go. Whichever you choose, he will follow, it stops there or… take it further?

From the way you steer him to the bed, he knows you've made up your mind. 

Further, it is!

He sits on the edge of the bed while you straddle him, naked and glistening wet with beads of water rolling down your flushed skin. He surrenders himself, letting you take him places where no one can.

Your lips lather his skin and suck on it, leaving marks on it even though the ones you made haven't fully vanished yet.

This is also why he likes to keep his hair long, no one can see the bite mark you left on the nape of his neck that he believes was still there.

He's okay with it because it's your way of claiming that he's yours. People wouldn't get it but for him, it's a romantic gesture.

You let him do the same to you but he chooses not to, he knows that it will only give you a hard time to cover them up and he prefers another way to claim you.

Another thing that he considers a romantic gesture is to eat you out. With the knowledge that you like his red, plump lips so much, there's no better way to put it to better use, if not with kisses, he would go down on you and please you to no end.

He likes giving it to you because of how much you enjoy it. Thanks to your honest and open communication let him know what pleases you or not without offending him, resulting in his skill improving a lot to the point that he no longer needs to think a lot in his head before the deed.

His head buries deep between your legs, his tongue incessantly lapping on your wetness, heating, dripping. Your arch your back to meet his slick tongue making its way to your entrance and his nose pressing on your clit whenever you do it.

Your hand in his silky dark hair, tugging, pulling depending on the intensity of the pleasure he brings on you.

"So close," you mumble, almost incoherent as you speak between your moans.

"Oh... close," You try again a little louder.

Hyunjin maintains eye contact with you as he buries his mouth deep in your wetness, running his tongue down your slit repeatedly to bring his mouth on your clit, making out to it until you come to your climax.

Hyunjin stays between your legs, kissing your inner thighs while you're relishing your orgasm with your hand no longer tangled in his hair.

He takes your hand with him while crawling over your body, hovering above you to put both of your hands around his neck to let him hoist you, fixing your sleeping position to let your head comfortably rest on the pillow.

He endearingly caresses your cheek. then kisses it, "You can rest now, sweet baby!" He murmurs.

The two of you can always pick it up in the afternoon or before you leave for work.

You sleepily smile at him and shake your head, "Just give me a moment," you say, still trying to reorganize your breathing.

His admiration for you grows bigger each day, he knows you're tired yet you still make time for him, making him feel loved and pleased.

He gets to lay back down while you ease yourself down his cock with that blissful smile on your face, "oh... yeah, baby... mmh..." you hum with your eyes closed, immersed yourself in the pleasure of his stiff member entering you.

You let out a soft mewl with your face making a painful expression for a millisecond and your satisfied grin replaces it after.

You open your eyes and find his right away, then exclaim, "My happy place!"

His cock is buried to the hilt inside you and he can feel your velvety walls wrapped so tightly around him, it's his happy place as well, being inside you.

You put your hands on his chest as support to slowly start rolling your hips, feeling his whole length inside you.

"Have you always been this big, baby?" You ask him, grinding, pulsating your hips against him.

Hyunjin whimpers underneath you, his hands gripping each side of your waist with his nails digging into the flesh, keeping you steady while you move on top of him.

You say his cock is big but you take him well every single time. It makes him a little cocky and a lot more confident in himself.

"But you're riding me so well, my love!" Hyunjin praises between his beautiful, low grunts.

A seductive smile plays on your face and you start to set a steady pace, while he's watching you have no problem riding his big cock.

"My little cowgirl, aren't you?" He teases you as the bed starts rocking to the movements you make on the bed.

You crack a laugh at his remark and take his hands, using them to fondle your breasts together. The ample flesh molds into his big hands with his rough fingertips playing with your hardening buds.

"Hyunjin..." you call his name with a lustful sigh.

His head is hazy with pleasure but he forces an answer out of him, "Yes, love?"

The pace becomes sloppy and your breathing turns heavy, your fingers clawing the muscles on his chest yet you're still chasing the high.

He senses that you are getting tired and he understands why, "Want me to finish it for you, mmh?"

You accept his offer and let him turn you over on the bed, pin you under him to let him continue with your pretty noises guiding him where he needed to go.

Your legs wrapped around his dainty waist, providing him with more depth to thrust into you. He starts slow and adds more speed as he goes.

"Oh my God!" You exclaim when his cock nudges you on the right spot.

He doesn't want to be in his head, he wants to be present at the moment. He focuses on giving you the most pleasure but at the same time enjoying the sex that is more than just a physical fulfillment, but to share a special bonding time with you, making you feel adored and loved.

"Hyunjin, you make me feel so good," you mutter to him.

He picks up the pace and the skin-slapping sounds echoing in the room that he notices start to fill with bluish lights of the dawn.

"Hyunjin oh..."

Your hand tugging on his dark locks as a broken moan escape your mouth, "cum inside, fill me up!" You say.

His eyebrows knitted and a sheen of sweat formed on his forehead, his body blushing red, blood rushing all over him at a high speed. He is determined to get you to your high.

He takes your hand and laces it with yours, his forehead presses on you with your warm breath fanning him.

"Hyunjin, please..." you say again with a quivering voice.

It's the way you call him that makes him feel like THAT man, that man who provides for you and fulfills all of your needs, while in reality, he's just a struggling artist who hasn't sold any paintings yet.

"Please, Hyunjin, give it to me!" You softly say right to his face with your eyes screwed shut as if you can't really take it anymore.

He thrusts into you harder, deeper with eyes boring into yours and hands holding yours so tight as if you will float away if he didn't.

"Please, please... Hyunjin!" You say again, making him feel like the only man who can give you that release you need.

You sink your mouth onto his shoulder to muffle your broken moans as waves of pleasure washing over your body, the pleasure intensifies as he keeps thrusting you past your climax.

Nothing gets him off knowing that he successfully makes you cum around him, your body writhing and fucked out underneath him.

He pushes one deep thrust into you to finally earn his high. This is his way of claiming you, by planting his seed deep inside you.

He won't pull out to make sure it stays inside you, kissing your face with his hands roaming on your body, touching you as much as he can.

"I love you," he whispers into your ear, saying it squeezing out all of his emotions to the point that his heart hurts.

As the three words registered in you, you hold his face in your hands and smile at him with such loving.

"I love you," you say back.

What's the best feeling in the world than having your feelings reciprocated?

-

He wakes up after a few hours of sleep, kisses you on your forehead, and cuddles you for a few minutes before he starts his day. He keeps the lights dim and the blinds shut so you can rest comfortably.

His routine is pretty much the same every day and that's doing the household chores. He cleans the house, does the laundry, prepares food, and does everything he can do to fill his part because it's obvious that you bring the most money to the table.

When all of the chores are done, he goes to his small studio by the balcony to start painting. Even all of his art supplies are bought with your hard-earned money, he knows that you voluntarily agreed to provide for him and never minded it. Deep down, Hyunjin has a guilty conscience for it.

But today, he feels exceptionally good, so he pushes all those negative thoughts away and he holds all that good feeling as he starts mixing paints on his palette, envisioning his ideas onto the blank canvas while at it.

He doesn't know how long he has been painting until you suddenly appear behind him, two mugs of steaming hot coffee in your hands.

His eyes glance at the clock through the window glass to see the time, "It's hardly 2 pm," he says to you because you usually wake up late in the afternoon.

You hand him his mug and put a hand around his neck to kiss the top of his head.

"You should sleep some more," he adds, kissing the skin on your forearm.

"Nope, I want to spend more time with you," you answer while looking into his half-finished painting.

He takes a sip of the coffee, feeling refreshed the more caffeine he takes into his body system.

"Let me prepare lunch for you!" He offers.

"I already ate lunch!" You reply and carefully sip your coffee.

There's a subtle frown on his face hearing your answer, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I can prepare my own lunch, I'm not a baby!" You tell him with a sassy eye-roll.

He puts his coffee mug away and puts a hand around your waist, "but you are my baby," he says with a pout.

You chuckle and sit on his lap, "that's true!"

"But I don't want to disturb you when you're painting," you explain, holding the hand he puts around your waist.

"You might be stuck on ideas again," you playfully remark.

He puts his other hand around you, hugging you close, "nonsense!" He disagrees with you, his mouth dives into the crook of your neck to kiss you there.

"You're my muse!"

You turn your head to let him kiss your lips, letting him take his mind off things for a little while. You're so used to him saying all those sweet words to you but that doesn't stop the butterflies in your stomach from fluttering around.

Slowly pulling away from the kiss, you say, "That's enough interruption."

With a peck on his lips, you get up from his lap and take your coffee mug with you.

"Where are you going?" He asks, his hands clasped with yours, not letting you leave him alone.

"I'm going to sit there and watch you paint, of course!" You gesture to the loveseat on one side of the room.

He nods with an endearing smile and his eyes form two crescent moons, "okay then."

He continues painting with you watching him from the corner of the room, drinking coffee while playing some music from the portable speaker.

He finishes an hour later and wipes his hands on a cloth before coming up to you for some cuddles on the small sofa with you, talking about things, or just enjoying each other's company while the sun is slowly sinking.

When it's time to cook for dinner, you leave for the bathroom for a quick shower while Hyunjin takes care of the cooking. While waiting for the soup to simmer, he comes to the bedroom to see you putting on your underwear in front of the mirror.

Gosh, you're so alluring, enchanting, one sight of your body and it's enough to make his mind go blank.

"Dinner is ready, princess!" He says with his mouth peppering your bare shoulders with kisses.

You giggle in response and turn around to face him, kissing him on the lips, "I'll be coming in a few minutes!"

You only have a limited time after dinner and he needs more if he wants to please you, he consoles himself by touching you more and kissing you deeply, making out at the end of the bed to last him for the night.

You have dinner together in the kitchen, sitting next to each other and talking in between spoonfuls of food.

"I'm taking a day off this Wednesday!" You inform him.

He brushes your hair to the side and puts it behind your ear, "do you have anything you want to do, baby?"

You pursed your lips while thinking, "Movies?"

"Okay," Hyunjin agrees without complaint.

"And pasta after?"

"Sounds good!" He comments with a sweet smile.

You're so so sweet to him. You provided for him but what you ask in return is simple: quality time with him. And he'll give you that and more, if you ask for his life, he would give it to you without a doubt. Heck, he'll do everything just to make you feel his love and prove his devotion to you.

That's how much he loves you.

Hyunjin's heart gets inexplicably heavy when he lets you go to work, he watches as you check your make-up with the help of the little mirror on the visor while the car is parked on the lot next to the place where you work at.

He takes your bag from the backseat and hands it to you, while you pull him by the neck to kiss him.

"Don't stay up late for me," you warn him.

"Not listening!" He teases you and kisses you to stop you from complaining.

"I'm serious!" You say to him with a glare.

"Okay."

You bet he's just saying it but not planning on doing it then roll your eyes at him, "I'll get going!"

"See you at home, sweet angel!" He says for the last time and insists on getting a peck on the lips from you before you close the car door.

"Relentless, aren't you?" You grumble but do it anyway, he knows you are prone to his charms.

He watches you walking across the parking lot before entering your workplace, where your love is no longer free.

-

A few days later, Hyunjin receives the good news that someone bought his painting. It's the first one he sold after a year of nothing.

He drives to meet his agent first to confirm the purchase and signs some paperwork. It's a big sum of money and it would take a day or two to transfer all the funds to his account.

But the first thing he wants to do is to share the news with you, it's a pity that he just dropped you off for work and you probably turned off your phone already.

But it's a good thing he knows just how to deliver the news to you.

He can hear the music blasting even before he enters the club, he knows he's underdressed and it gives the impression that he has not much money to spend in a place like this.

Yet the bouncer lets him in and a few girls notice his arrival, eyeing him and a few even offer their service to him. He tries not to make eye contact and goes straight to the bar, and orders a drink to loosen up a little.

It's still a little after midnight and the club is in full swing.

He orders another glass as soon as he finishes the first one, he hesitates to ask the bartender who is cleaning the countertop, and he gestures for him to come over so he can ask it privately.

"I want to ask for a specific.... for uh..." he pauses to find the right way to address the profession.

The bartender seems to get his intention without him needing to elaborate and calls someone else from across the room, a lady who dresses in provocative lingerie with long dark hair and blunt bangs, the make-up doesn't quite cover her ripe age but she seems authoritative, probably the one who manages of all the ladies working in the club.

"He's asking for someone!" The bartender informs her.

She smiles at him, a polite, professional one, "what can I help you, darling?"

He keeps his eyes at her eye level to avoid looking elsewhere and being disrespectful.

He fiddles with his glass, and hesitates to ask for it, "I'm looking for... Vesper?"

Vesper, a name you choose for yourself as a pseudonym. You chose it because Vesper means 'evening star' in Latin.

A smile appears on the lady's face, "Ah, I know a Vesper!"

Hyunjin let out an inaudible sigh and shyly smiles at her, reminding himself to not look elsewhere but at her face.

"Are you asking for a lap dance, sweetie?" She asks again, clearing his intention because no one knows that he's your boyfriend. You are restricted to share any information about your private life at work or anyone for that matter.

Hyunjin stifles a nod.

Looking at his adorable reaction, the lady can't help but smile, "You're a cute, handsome fellow, aren't you?"

Hyunjin feels like a schoolboy being praised by his favorite teacher in elementary school. Something about her makes him feel like a little boy.

"You can wait there by the booth while I'm getting your Vesper!" She says, pointing to the vacant booth at the corner of the club 

He drinks his drink and asks for another so he can have something with him while he waits. He sips his drink little by little, trying to act calm while in fact, he's very nervous.

A few girls pass by his booth and wave at him if not seductively smiling at him, he gives them a nod in response. He had never seen so much skin in one night until now.

"Is this the Vesper you're looking for?" The lady asks.

She returns with a girl with a blonde wig and slinky, sexy lingerie with black stockings on. There's so much skin exposed that he doesn't know where to look. The make-up you put on makes you look different and he almost can't recognize you until you recognize who he is, then smiles at him.

The only smile that no one knows better except him.

"Yes," he answers.

The lady taps your shoulder, then says one last thing to Hyunjin before leaving him alone with you, "Have fun, cutie!" 

He nods at her and mutters, "Thank you!"

You slowly walk toward him, not showing any signs of struggle to walk in those six inches heels, then stops right in front of him, "I heard you're looking for me?" You say, keeping a straight face even though he knows you are silently smiling under that professionalism mask.

He nods, he can't provide a verbal answer. Not when he looks at you in a different light and with a different personality.

"What's that?" You ask with your hand cupping your ear to hear him better, bending so low he can see your breasts hung inside your bra.

He quickly mutters an answer, "Yes."

One corner of your lips curled upward and he can see how much you enjoy seeing him stunned like this.

"You're asking for a lap dance?" You ask him with a sultry voice.

Hyunjin hurriedly gropes around his jacket pocket to pull out money for you, "Yes, please!"

You shake your head and take a step close, standing between his spreading legs, "Put it anywhere you like!"

He doesn't get what you said by that until he sees the other guy slipping money into the dancer's underwear.

He folds the money and slips it on the elastic band of your underwear, making sure it stays there before he lets go of it.

"Now, relax and enjoy!" You say, turning around to suddenly plop down on his lap, intentionally hard with your ass right on his crotch.

He softly grunts while you enjoy torturing him this way, rolling your body to the slow, sensual tempo of the music playing in the club.

"Is this your first time at a strip club?" You ask him, putting your hands on his knees and slowly lifting your ass, hovering above his crotch.

How can his brain works properly when your ass is making friction with his crotch, he closes his eyes to get himself together, "Yes."

"Why?" Rolling your hips in a clockwise direction.

"Uhm..." he almost loses it, "that's because I have a girlfriend."

"You can come to a strip club even though you have a girlfriend," you say, looking over your shoulder at him.

He shakes his head, "my girlfriend, she's uh... everything."

He pauses to take a sip of his drink to dull his senses a little, "she's beautiful, smart, and..." he takes a second to sigh while his eyes lust over your body, "sexy!"

"She's very lovely, very nice, anything I asked for in a girl. I'm a lucky man," he says all that while looking straight into your eyes.

You let out a low giggle, in contrast to the slow movements you make on his lap, "but then why are you here?"

"I'm celeb—" he pauses midsentence as you recline on his chest, rolling your body and hooking your hand around his neck.

"If your girlfriend is so great, why are you here?" You ask again.

Hyunjin swallows hard and his body responds to the urge of touching you, he places his hand on your stomach.

You immediately put his hand away and click your tongue at him, "Touching is not allowed!"

Hyunjin puts both of his hands away fast, resting them on his sides and letting you arouse his body even the visual alone already does the deed.

He struggles to retrace where he left the conversation and blurts out, "I'm celebrating something tonight."

"Yeah?"

He nods.

"What are you celebrating?" You ask, batting your eyelashes at him and jutting your ass up right in front of him, slowly shaking it.

Hyunjin has to work his brain twice as hard to come up with the simplest answer, "I sold one of my paintings just now."

He sees you pausing for a second before slumping down his body until you kneel on the floor.

You turn around to face him, your head between his legs and your hands resting on his thighs with your nails painted red, moving up then stopping so close to where he wants you to touch him the most.

It's like all the blood rushing there abruptly stops as well, he feels faint, drunk on your touch.

"Have you told her?" You ask with a sneaky smile.

He shakes his head.

"Will your girlfriend be jealous that I received the news first before her?"

He shakes his head again.

"She's the most understanding person I know, she provided for me the whole time I'm struggling as a painter so I'm sure she'll be okay with me celebrating it with a lap dance," He explains with a sly grin on his face, doing it so confidently.

You slap on his thighs and snap his senses awake once more.

"Well, you just sold a painting, you must have a lot more to share with me," you say.

Hyunjin feels stupid for not remembering it, he withdrew some money specifically for this but forget to tip you. He pulls out a few bills at once, folds them into a big wad, and slips it into the elastic band of your underwear on your left hip.

You get up from the floor, straddling him with your hands on his shoulders, and bring your mouth close to his ear, "For that, you deserve a special lap dance."

It's a newfound experience for him, one that unlocks a fantasy that he doesn't know he has until that very second you plop down his lap and start dancing in a piece of garment that leaves a little to the imagination.

It's a calculated look but the fact that he has seen you naked doesn't make him less attracted, if anything, it makes him so damn aroused he feels like shooting his load at any given time if he lets himself go. He so badly wants to take it off you piece by piece or fuck you in it, he can't decide yet. Fuck, he wants you so much.

And earning your love with money gives him a new kind of rush and a realization that he's indeed so lucky to have your unconditional love for free.

You move your hands down his chest as you slowly grind on him, teasing his confined cock despite knowing that it's growing hard under you.

Hyunjin's mouth has been open the whole time you stare down at him, in awe, falling under your spell.

Before he forgets about it again, he pulls a few bills out of his pocket, and this time he slips them inside your stocking.

"Are you sure your girlfriend will be okay with you spending so much money on a lap dance?" You ask him with a raised eyebrow.

He finishes his drink until the ice cube hits his lips and gasps, "Didn't you tell me to relax and enjoy?" He pokes fun at the remark you told him a second before you start the lap dance.

You tip your head to the side and smirk while he lays back on the vinyl seat, looking up at you as you give him the lap dance of his life.

Your hand creeps up his neck and holds him by the jaw, "that's right..." you say in an incredibly low voice but loud enough for him to hear.

"Just relax and enjoy!"

You start to touch yourself in front of him while your hips roll, grinding on him then lean in so close, leaving a few inches of space between your face and his, "I'll make sure you have the time of your life!"

And he's indeed having the best time of his life.

-

Hyunjin is the happiest whenever he sees you coming home.

Tonight is one that he has been waiting for, seeing you smiling so brightly at him knowing that he achieved something great with his art.

You drop your bag and dash towards him, he's more than ready to catch you, he lifts you while you wrap your legs around his dainty waist.

"I told you, I told you!" You keep saying to him with your hands around his neck.

You pull away just enough to look at his face and hold it with both hands, "I always believe in you," you say with a proud smile.

"Thank you for always believing in me," he sincerely says.

You run your thumb along his plush red lips before lowering yours on it, kissing him with so much love with your heart brimming with contentment.

He smiles as you break the kiss, your lips wet and red from the blood rushing to them.

"Let's go inside, I want to spoil you more," he says while looking up at you.

"You spoil me every day," you say, simply stating a fact.

He smiles with one corner of his mouth lifting higher than the other, "and you deserve more," he adds.

He puts you down and collects your bag from the floor, a hand on your back guides you inside.

Despite your body still dripping wet from showering, he lays you down on the bed and makes sure your head hits the pillow just right.

He tenderly kisses you all over your face, then drags his mouth close to your ear to whisper, "just lay back and enjoy."

It's only fair if you do your part too, but it's also wise to let him do whatever he wanted to do to you which is pleasing you with whatever he has in him.

His soft lips, his beautiful long fingers, his hands, and his skillful mouth always know how to make you squirm under him.

But when it comes to his cock, you suddenly get so impatient for it.

He has been teasing at your entrance with the tip, making you drenched as you already are.

"Want it that bad?" He asks but not pathetically, but in the most empathetic way because he's just as impatient as you.

"So bad!" You shamelessly answer, you know your bluntness is kind of arousing to him.

"What my angel wants, she should get it, mmh?" He says.

He then aligns his cock with your hole and slowly pushes it in, he whimpers with his eyes watching his length disappear into you.

He seems to enjoy it more than you, entering you and claiming you as his.

Maybe because he had seen what it's like to see you doing your job, he needs the assurance that you are his and he feels the need to earn you to obtain it.

"My love..." he coos with his lips only an inch away from yours.

"My love..." you coo back at him, looping your hands around his neck.

He tenderly kisses you as if you would break if he kisses you too hard and your heart quivered at how he treats you like a fragile object, "I love you," he says with his heart quivering with all the feelings he tries to keep inside.

You put your hands around his neck, then cup his jaws, "I am so glad that I am yours," you tell him because it seems like he needs to hear it with your hand putting his hair away from curtaining his face.

"And I love you," you unequivocally say to him with all of your heart that it aches.

His worry replaces with the guilt of ever doubting your feelings for him, but on top of that, he feels the happiest to know that you are his.

He's indeed so lucky to have your love for free. 

-

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hi new follower here! I've read your stuff on AO3 but I didn't know that you post here too. for the prompt list, I'd like to request # 93 and # 123 for smut with whiny, petty hongjoong. he doesn't have to be a sub but he's very hornknee and touch-starved 👀 I'd love to see your take on it. thanks if you write this 🫶

Omg, I'm so touched! Thank you so much for supporting me both here and on AO3. Also, I absolutely loved writing this request—needy Hongjoong is everything to me. I did mix in a little bit of angst for the scenario to play out but I hope you don't mind and enjoy it anyway!

Prompts:  93. “Say you want me, and I’m yours.” + 123. “Fuck you.” “When?” Pairing: Hongjoong x F!Reader Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut Word Count: 1.1k Tags/warnings: Miscommunication, clothed sex, sex as a coping mechanism (kinda)

Requests are currently closed, but my masterlist can be found here.

When you finally feel Hongjoong slip into bed next to you, it must be in the early hours of the morning, considering that you had gone to sleep a little past midnight. You stayed up as long as you could, waiting for him to get back from the studio so that you could catch up on the new episodes of the drama the two of you have been watching together. It’s something you don’t have time to do often due to his hectic schedule, and he had promised to come home early and make it a date.

You always try to be understanding of his schedule, understanding that the time you do have with him is borrowed and can be quickly taken away if something work-related comes up. You would never insist that he put you first, knowing just how passionate he is about music. Seeing the way his eyes light up when he talks about it or the way he seems to radiate pure, unbridled joy when he is on stage is a gift in and of itself. You love his love for it all. 

But, really, is a text too much to ask for? Or a phone call to let you know he’ll be late, that something has come up? You almost say something, but then he slips his arm around your waist and pulls you close. You settle into his embrace, sighing contentedly. You may be upset with him, but you can discuss it in the morning.

You almost fall back asleep when you feel Hongjoong’s lips on your shoulder, and his fingers find their way under your shirt, ghosting over your stomach. He slots his hips against yours, and you can feel his half-hard cock pressing against you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you say, looking over your shoulder at him in disbelief. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” Hongjoong says, kissing you gently. “I tried to make it home early, but I got carried away.”

“And now you want to wake me up so that you can get off?”

“Please, I need you. I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

You groan and shut your eyes, turning away from him. “Fuck you, Hongjoong.”

“When?” 

You almost laugh but stop yourself, not wanting to give up the facade of your annoyance. “Take care of yourself. I’m going back to bed.”

“Baby,” he whines, rocking his hips against you. “Don’t do this to me.” 

“Take care of yourself,” you repeat, except this time, you thrust yourself back against him. 

Hongjoong groans and, spurred on by your words, begins to rut against you. He buries his face in your hair as his hands move over your body, exploring every inch of you that he can reach. He tugs you closer by the hip, allowing you to feel the hard outline of his cock against your ass with every movement. Even separated by your clothes, you can feel the heat of him, his need palpable even like this. 

He gradually increases his tempo, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. He pants against your neck, hot breath raising goosebumps on your skin. Having him use you to get himself off like this feels so erotic, and you’re surprised by how turned on it’s making you when you haven’t even been touched. Without even realizing, you have begun to move back against him, meeting his every thrust. As if Hongjoong can sense your need, he moves his hand from your hip and dips his fingers below the waistband of your panties. 

“Want you to come with me,” he moans, breathless.   

He circles around your clit, teasing it gently as he continues to move against you. You can feel him trembling with effort, trying to prolong his own orgasm until you get close to the edge. His fingers move against you expertly, instantly finding the spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You moan, white-knuckling the bedsheets as pleasure tears through you.   

He moves faster now, thrusting against you in time with his fingers as he takes you closer and closer to the brink. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are, how good you are for him, how lucky he is to have someone like you. His words and his touch prove too much for you, heat coiling in your gut, and you come around his fingers with a gasp.  

He groans as he soon follows you, his entire body shuddering against yours as he comes. He slows to a stop, holding you close against his chest as your breathing returns to normal. He continues to whisper words of love into your ear, pressing kisses into your skin to punctuate each sentence. 

Eventually, he murmurs a soft apology. “I really am sorry for not showing up. I should have been more considerate.”

You turn to face him, kissing him sweetly. “Joong, it’s alright. I just wish you would have let me know so I wasn’t waiting around all night. It didn’t feel great.”

“I know, baby, I’m so sorry.” He frowns, looking so guilty and upset that you almost feel the urge to comfort him even though you know he’s the one in the wrong. “Do you feel used?” 

His question takes you off guard, and you can’t control the shock on your face. “What? Why would you ask me that?” 

“I don’t know…” he lets his sentence trail off, trying to find a way to articulate his thoughts. “I missed our date and then came home and acted so selfishly, wanting you even when you weren’t in the mood. I don’t want you to think that all I care about is your body or that I don’t value your time because that couldn’t be any further from the truth.” 

“Hey,” you coo, wrapping your arms around his waist. “If I didn’t want it, I wouldn’t have initiated. You have never made me do anything against my will. I love you, Joong. You should know by now that all you ever have to do is say you want me, and I’m yours. Even if it’s early in the morning, and I’m grumpy and half-asleep.” 

He beams at you, moving forward to pepper your face in kisses. “I love you so much. How did I get so lucky?” 

You laugh and jokingly push him away, trying to escape his overzealous show of affection. “I love you too. Now hurry up and change so we can cuddle and go to sleep.”  

He quickly obliges, and after changing into a fresh pair of boxers, he crawls back into bed and pulls you close. You practically melt into his embrace, an overwhelming sense of comfort washing over you. For the second time tonight, Hongjoong buries his head in your hair, taking in the scent of you as his breathing slowly evens out. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to drift off into a peaceful slumber, content in each other’s embrace.