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soft pink love - lee heeseung❤︎⊹.

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“In which reader is just a girl, and his boyfriend barely has patience, but he loves her so much anyway”

Content: +18MDNI fem! reader x heeseung, bimbo! reader, established relationship, fluff, crack, suggestive but not so smutty

notes: i love bimbo reader x member sm i think i will do one for every enha member lmao <3

From the beginning, Heeseung had known you weren’t like anyone else. There was something about you, something sweet, glittery, just a little bit dizzy, that pulled him in like gravity.

You weren’t dumb. He knew that. But your mind floated through life like a butterfly, fluttering from thought to thought with a soft smile and a pink-glossed pout. You mixed up common sayings, asked if dolphins were just really smart fish, and once said you didn’t know how to tell if spaghetti was done, so you just “guessed by the vibes.”

And yet, none of it annoyed him. Not even close.

Because you also remembered every little thing about him. You knew what kind of ramen he liked on bad days. You always made sure his hoodie sleeves were pulled down if his hands got cold. You cried when his favorite song came on during a bad week and whispered, “It’s like it knows you, baby.”

People didn’t always get you. They giggled when you said something a little off, raised their brows when you showed up in head-to-toe sparkles at casual dinners. But Heeseung? He’d just reach for your hand and kiss your cheek and think, God, I love her so much it’s insane.

You were soft in a way the world wasn’t. And he loved that softness. Loved that when life was rough and sharp and exhausting, he could come home to you humming to yourself in the kitchen, lip gloss smudged and trying to figure out if water boiled faster if you stared at it.

For example, the first time you got your car.

It all started with a key, pink, bedazzled, and dangling from a charm shaped like a little heart-shaped purse. You shoved it in front of Heeseung’s face the moment he stepped outside your building, grinning from ear to ear, soft pink lipgloss on your plump lips.

“Surprise!” you chirped, your voice full of excitement and not a single shred of awareness for the chaos that was about to unfold. “Look what I got!”

Your boyfriend was standing there, black jeans, white t-shirt and an exasperated look as if he was already exhausted of something that hadn’t even started. But he looked so good too, as always.

Heeseung blinked, staring at the keychain.

“Baby, what… is this.”

You jumped on your feet, wide smile on your face.

“My new car! Dad got it for me. It’s so cute, Hee. I named her Glitter.”

He just stared at you, for a few seconds, his mouth twitching as if he was suppressing a smirk, he rolled his eyes with tenderness and his brows furrowed.

“You named your car.”

“Duh,” you said, already tugging at his sleeve. “Come see her. She’s, like, the prettiest thing ever.”

He followed you reluctantly into the parking lot, dragging his feet with the wariness of a man who already sensed the oncoming disaster. And there it was, parked diagonally across two spaces, shining obnoxiously in the afternoon sun. The car was pink. Not soft pink. Not classy pastel pink. It was full Barbie Dreamhouse pink, with glitter detailing along the side and a custom plate that read BBG.

Heeseung just… stared.

“She’s cute, right?” you asked, bouncing on your heels. “And guess what — I’m gonna drive you home!”

His mouth opened. Closed. That was like life-threatening.

“Wait, you’re driving?”

“Yup! I haven’t taken her out yet and I really wanna try. It’ll be fun!”

“…Have you driven since your test?” Test that, just so you know, was paid by your parents.

“Um,” you tilted your head. “Well, like, not officially. But I remember stuff!”

Heeseung looked at you, then at the car, then back at you. Slowly. Like he was calculating the risk of death. Considering the fact that you barely passed your test and that this was your first car ever, he could’ve said no. But then you would pout and sob and tell him that he was being mean, and he didn’t want to hurt your feelings, he could never do that. So he said yes.

“Okay,” he said finally, resigned. “But if I die, I’m haunting you.”

You beamed. “Yay!”

The moment you slid into the driver’s seat, he regretted every life choice that led him to this moment. Your seat was too far back, your heels were still on, and instead of adjusting your mirrors, you were trying to connect your phone to Bluetooth so you could play your “Girlypop” playlist.

Heeseung sat down in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt immediately.

“Two hands on the wheel, babygirl” he muttered.

“Mhm!” you said, giving a thumbs up with one hand and tapping your phone screen with the other. “Just let me fix the music real quick.”

He closed his eyes, breathing deep.

“Baby. Please. Both hands. You can play music later.”

You finally looked up, gave a pout, but nodded. “Okay, okay. Grumpy.”

You pulled out of the lot, too fast. The tires screeched slightly, and Heeseung braced a hand against the dash.

“Oops,” you giggled. “She’s touchy.”

“She’s a car,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

You were absolutely glowing with joy, completely unbothered.

“Isn’t she fun though? It’s like go-karts!”

Heeseung pressed his head back against the seat, jaw clenched, pantience starting to blur.

“This is not like go-karts.”

You hit the gas again, a little too hard, and the car jerked forward. He shot a hand to the side handle and glared at you.

“You’re going fifteen over the speed limit.”

“I am?” you looked genuinely surprised, squinting at the dash. “Oh, wow. She’s fast. I didn’t even feel it.”

Heeseung exhaled slowly, counting to five in his head.

You turned up the music, bouncing in your seat and singing along to some bubblegum pop song that had your name written all over it. The windows down, the breeze on your hair, the soft sun of the afternoon illuminating the streets of LA.

He didn’t even have the energy to argue, didn’t want to, honestly, you looked so pretty. You were always pretty. And he loved you so much.

But then — then you took your hand off the wheel to point at the sky.

“Look, Hee! That cloud looks like a bunny! See it? Over there?”

“Eyes on the road,” he barked, gripping the edge of his seat like it was a life raft. “Jesus—do not point at clouds while you’re driving.”

You gasped, immediately straightening up. “Oopsie! Sorry. Glitter is kinda wobbly, huh?”

“She’s not wobbly,” Heeseung groaned. “You’re swerving. Keep both hands on the wheel.”

“Okay, okay,” you muttered, returning your hands to ten and two with exaggerated care. “So bossy today…”

He pressed his fingers to his temples.

“Because I’m trying not to die, princess.”

You giggled, reaching over to squeeze his arm — which made the car veer again.

“Don’t be dramatic. You’re gonna survive. We’re almost there!”

Somehow, against all odds and the laws of physics, you did make it to his apartment. You pulled into his complex with a wide turn, then attempted to park, but ended up diagonally over the line, inches from the curb.

Heeseung didn’t say anything for a full five seconds.

You turned to him with the proudest smile on your face.

“We made it! I’m like, the best driver ever”

He looked at you. At your sparkly nails on the wheel. Your lip gloss catching the sun. The soft blush on your cheeks. Your hair slightly messy because of the breeze. The proud sparkle in your eyes like you’d just landed a plane instead of nearly crashing a car.

And then he leaned over and kissed you, rough, desperate, relieved. Heeseung always kissed you like this, soft, sweet but also deep and strong, as if he was trying to claim you by devouring your lips. And it always took your breath away.

“Next time,” he said firmly, breath warm against your lips, “I’m driving.”

You blinked up at him. “Okay! But I still get to play DJ, right?”

He groaned, grabbing your face and kissing your forehead. “Yeah, baby. You can play whatever you want.”

Some other times, he just enjoyed spending time with you like this.

You sprawled across Heeseung’s bed, legs dangling off the side and head nestled in his lap as you scrolled through your phone with frantic fingers.

“Oh my God, babe—listen to this,” you gasped dramatically, eyes wide as you turned your phone toward him. “So apparently, Chaewon unfollowed Yunjin right after Yunjin soft-launched her situationship with Jay, who was, like, totally flirting with Chaewon just three weeks ago. And then Yunjin posted this story that was clearly about Chaewon like the caption literally said, ‘stay in your lane, sister.’ Like… HELLO?”

Heeseung blinked, staring at the screen as if it were written in another language.

“Uh… yeah. Totally. That’s… wild.”

You didn’t even notice how confused he looked—too wrapped up in the juicy chaos to clock the fact that he had no clue who any of these people were. But he didn’t mind. Not one bit.

Instead, he gently scooted down the bed so your head was cradled between his thighs and reached for the hairbrush on his nightstand. With careful fingers, he started combing through your hair, brushing it back in smooth, slow motions. You sighed happily, like a cat being petted.

Heeseung loved to take care of you, he always cuddled you and pampered you, he loved braiding your hair and leaving little kisses on your neck and shoulders. Other times he would even help you paint your toe nails.

“So anyway,” you continued, your voice slightly muffled by the pillow, “Chaewon liked Jay’s cousin’s reel the other day, which some people think means she’s being petty, but I feel like she’s just reclaiming her power, you know?”

“Mmm,” Heeseung murmured, fingers parting a section of your hair. “Reclaiming her power. Got it.”

He started braiding slowly, tugging just gently enough to ground you as you babbled. He honestly had no idea who Chaewon or Jay were—he didn’t even know if Jay was a first name or last—but he loved the way your voice got high and breathy when you got excited. The way your hand gestured lazily in the air as you spoke. The way you smelled like strawberries and vanilla from the new conditioner you bought because the bottle was pink and “gave good vibes.”

“You’re not even listening, are you?” you teased after a moment, turning your head just enough to pout up at him.

Heeseung smiled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Nope. Not a single clue what you’re talking about.”

You gasped in mock offense.

“Heeseung! This is important!”

“I’m sure it is, baby,” he said sweetly, returning to your braid. “You’re doing such a good job explaining it, too. I’m just dumb, remember?”

You huffed, rolling your eyes.

“You’re not dumb, you just have a boy brain.”

“True,” he nodded solemnly, securing the end of your braid with a scrunchie from your wrist. “Boy brain. Can’t process Jay’s cousin’s reel drama.”

You turned around, folding yourself into his lap now, arms wrapping around his waist as he rubbed slow circles into your back.

“You still love me even though I’m obsessed with dumb stuff, right?” you mumbled into his hoodie.

Heeseung chuckled softly, kissing the top of your head.

“Are you kidding? You talking about dumb stuff is the best part of my day.”

You giggled, heart warm as you buried your face deeper into his chest.

“You’re obsessed with me.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I really am.”

Now, you were probably the most annoying person to have sex with—and Heeseung was completely obsessed with it.

You whined a lot. You made dramatic faces on purpose. You giggled halfway through foreplay just to see him roll his eyes, or paused mid-makeout to ask if your lashes were still on. You asked for lip gloss touch-ups between rounds, and sometimes demanded a water break after ten minutes. You clung to him like a koala when he was trying to reposition, refused to let go of his hand even when it made things awkward, and constantly said things like “do I look pretty like this?” while he was literally buried inside you.

And somehow… he loved it.

You were needy, endearingly, dangerously so. You wanted praise, you wanted cuddles, you wanted him to talk you through it in that sweet, filthy voice of his. You loved being spoiled in bed the same way you loved it outside of it. “More,” “slower,” “don’t stop,” “touch me here”, you gave him constant instructions in that breathy, sugar-sweet voice, and he never complained. In fact, he thrived on it.

You liked teasing him, too, pouting when he went too fast, whimpering “you don’t love meee” just to hear him growl back “say that again and I’ll make you cry.” You knew exactly how to push his buttons, just enough to make him snap, flip you over, and remind you exactly who was in control.

But the moment he touched you, the moment he whispered “good girl” or stroked your cheek with those big hands, you melted. Every single time. You were clingy and whiny and sensitive and all over him, always. You told him he was pretty with your mouth full, told him you loved him while you were still catching your breath, and buried your face in his neck afterward like you couldn’t breathe unless you were wrapped around him.

Heeseung used to say you were a handful. Now, he said you were his heaven.

There was one time when you broke your nail mid-sex, it was something like this.

Your body rocked beneath him, the sheets tangled at your hips, Heeseung’s name spilling from your lips in messy little whimpers. His thrusts were slow but deep, dragging against your walls in that way that always made your back arch and your lashes flutter. He was everywhere, his hands on your hips, his breath on your neck, his voice in your ear.

“Look at you,” he whispered, panting as he kissed your cheek. “So fuckin’ pretty like this.”

You were just about to respond,something equally breathless and needy, when your hand slipped against his shoulder. A sharp, sudden sting shot through your finger.

You gasped. Froze. Eyes wide.

“Hee!” you cried, smacking his chest with a palm that was more dramatic than angry. “Stop—wait!”

His whole body stiffened.

“What? What happened? Are you hurt?”

“My nail,” you whined, holding up your left hand with a devastated look. “My My Melody nail broke. The one with the little charm—I literally just got this set!”

He blinked, chest heaving, still buried inside you.

“…Are you serious right now?”

“It hurts! And it looks ugly!” you pouted, waving your chipped acrylic in the air like it was a crime scene.

Heeseung sat back on his heels, hands resting on your thighs as he stared down at you with a kind of exasperated adoration only someone truly in love could manage.

“Baby,” he said slowly, “we are literally in the middle of me blowing your back out.”

“I know, and I was loving it,” you said with a tragic little sniff, “but then I looked down and saw my nail and it just… killed the vibe.”

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, counted to three, and leaned down to kiss your lips.

“We’ll get it fixed tomorrow, okay? I’ll take you. Pinky promise.” he said, voice desperate because he was just so, so close.

“Even the expensive salon?” you asked, peeking up at him with your lips still in a pout.

“Even the one with the snacks and the massage chairs,” he said, grinning now.

You stared at him for a second longer, then sighed dramatically and looped your arms around his neck.

“Okay. Fine. But I swear if they can’t fix it—”

“I’ll buy you a whole new set and a Hello Kitty steering wheel cover.”

That made you giggle. “You’re so obsessed with me.”

“Obviously,” he muttered, pressing kisses down your neck as he pushed back in with one smooth thrust. “Now can we go back to the part where I was making you come?”

Your breath hitched immediately, head falling back as your legs curled tighter around his waist.

“Y-Yeah… yeah, okay…”

Heeseung chuckled against your skin, voice low and full of heat.

“Good girl.”

And just like that, the mood returned, your little crisis soothed, his patience rewarded, and the rest of the night filled with broken moans, tangled sheets, and a boy who worshipped you even when your My Melody charm went flying mid-thrust.

Other times it was just so, so messy with you.

Like one time you were straddling Heeseung’s lap in your cutest little pajama set, barely-there shorts, cropped baby tee, lip gloss still shiny from reapplication, you beamed down at him like you’d just invented sliced bread.

“I have a surprise,” you said, sing-song and smug.

Heeseung leaned back against the pillows, shirtless and comfortable, one arm tucked behind his head.

“Should I be scared?”

“No,” you grinned, “but you should definitely be excited.”

You revealed the fuzzy pink handcuffs like a magician revealing a bunny from a hat.

“Ta-da!”

He stared.

You wiggled them with a giggle.

“I got them online. Two-day shipping.”

Heeseung let out a slow, measured breath.

“You are the most dangerous person I’ve ever met.”

You giggled and grabbed his wrist.

“Give me your hands, handsome.”

With an amused roll of his eyes, he obeyed, letting you click one cuff around his wrist. You giggled again, why was he so pretty? You got distracted just staring at his fingers for a second.

Then you threaded the chain through the headboard bars and locked the other cuff into place, standing up proudly once it clicked shut.

“There! How do I look?”

“Like someone who has no idea what they’re doing but is very sexy about it.”

You winked.

“Exactly the vibe I was going for.”

Heeseung tugged gently on the cuffs, testing them, metal clinking against the headboard.

“They better not break.”

“They’re from a reputable Etsy shop,” you said, hands on hips. “Only five-star reviews. No one got stuck or sued.”

“Good to know,” he muttered. “So what now, Miss Seduction?”

You reached into your purse to grab the key, but paused. Blinked. Then blinked again.

“Hm.”

Heeseung narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t say ‘hm.’”

“I just… thought the key was in here.”

“You thought?”

You began digging deeper. Then you crawled onto the floor and flipped your purse upside down. Lip glosses, fake lashes, a tiny perfume bottle, a half-melted lollipop, but no key.

“Maybe it’s in the bathroom,” you mumbled, scampering out.

Heeseung sat patiently for thirty seconds. Then a full minute. Then two.

You returned with wide eyes and a nervous laugh.

“…Sooo. Funny story.”

His head dropped back against the pillow with a groan.

“You lost the key.”

“I didn’t lose it!” you argued. “I just—misplaced it. Maybe it’s in my makeup drawer. Or like… in my jewelry box. I was trying to be organized.”

He tugged once on the cuffs. They jangled.

“You handcuffed me to the bed. And lost the key.”

“It’s not lost!” you cried, flopping down beside him dramatically. “It’s just… hiding. Temporarily. Being silly.”

He looked over at you slowly, expression blank.

“You are so lucky you’re cute.”

You made a small, embarrassed noise and buried your face into his shoulder.

“I was trying to be sexy,” you whispered.

“You were,” he said instantly. “You are. I’m wildly turned on. I’m just also restrained, and not in the fun way.”

You groaned into his chest.

“Should I call Jake?”

“Don’t you dare.” His voice dropped an octave. “I swear, if Jake sees me like this—naked, handcuffed, and blue-balled—I’ll never recover.”

You laughed so hard you nearly cried, face pressed into his collarbone as he sighed dramatically and kissed your head.

“Only you,” he murmured. “Only you would handcuff me in an attempt to be seductive and forget where the key went.”

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled, pouting. “I really wanted to be a sexy evil genius.”

“You’re a sexy dumbass,” he corrected, smiling.

You glared up at him playfully.

“You love me.”

“I do,” he said, soft and real now. “So much that I’m letting this slide.”

Ten minutes later, after retracing your steps and crawling through your closet, you triumphantly returned to the bedroom with the tiny key pinched between your fingers.

“Found it!”

Heeseung lifted his head and glared.

“Where was it.”

“…In my bra.”

But even if some people considered you dumb, ditzy, scattered, too caught up in your sparkly little world—and even if, yes, you regularly tested the limits of his patience with your glitter-trail messes and wild ideas that made no logical sense…

Heeseung loved you.

He loved you with a kind of stubborn, endless affection that couldn’t be reasoned with. It wasn’t about whether you remembered where you put your keys, or if you knew how to pronounce the menu at fancy restaurants, or that you once asked him if pickles grew on trees. He loved how your eyes lit up when you had an idea, no matter how chaotic it was. He loved how your thoughts moved faster than your words sometimes, leaving half-finished sentences he’d learned to finish for you. He loved how you got so excited about the little things, lip gloss names, your new shoes, an episode of some trashy reality show you made him watch while you braided his hair.

And yeah, sometimes you made him want to scream into a pillow. Sometimes you made him count to ten just to keep from bursting out laughing or sighing in disbelief.

But most of the time?

He just wanted to kiss you.

Hold you close.

Protect your heart and spoil you with every ounce of love he had.

Because no one made him feel the way you did. No one could frustrate him and enchant him in the same breath. No one made him laugh harder, smile bigger, or feel more like himself than you.

To the world, maybe you were a little much. A little messy. A little too loud or soft or lost in your own glitter-drenched daydreams.

But to Heeseung?

You were perfect.

You were soft hands and glossed lips, perfume on his hoodie, sleepy good morning kisses and dramatic late-night rants about celebrity gossip he didn’t understand but always listened to anyway.

You were love, wrapped in chaos.

Kindness, dressed in pink.

Everything he never knew he needed.

And no matter how many keys you lost or how many times you forgot where you parked the car, Heeseung knew one thing for sure:

You’d always have his.

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racew1nn3rs · 10 months ago

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─ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘷. (𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴) 🐅

⤷ summary: spain and canada. lando's rizz is negative, mission is failed. plus, mclaren pr is about to fuck shit up 🗣️

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mclaren spain you were forgettable at best 😔 on to the next one

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user1 y/n don't insult your team on the team account challenge

mclaren is it really an insult if it's true

user2 we got a lando photo but at what cost

user3 lando fans can never win here

mclaren why you would ever choose to be a lando fan to begin with is beyond me

user2 you're so right queen i'm sorry

landonorris DON'T APOLOGIZE WTF

user2 fuck both of y'all honestly

user4 at least mclaren fans can always count on content, even if we can't expect results 😭

user5 lando and y/n in their friendship era, how the fuck did we get here

landonorris you're posting me now? oh you want me so bad 🥴

mclaren sending this to hr immediately

ynusername YOU'RE FIREEEDDDDDDD

user6 damn she logged into both accounts just to make sure he heard her ass 💀 double homicide

user7 oscar fans i can't even tell if we won or lost

user8 we didn't get a face pic but... we didn't get whatever the fuck the 3rd slide is

landonorris guys pLEASE

landonorris i won't post it she says... it's just for me she says

user9 LMAOOOO AND YOU BELIEVED HER???? 🤣 🫵

landonorris going dark, no one call me

user9 was anyone going to anyways 💀

user10 LET HIM GET UPPPP

oscarpiastri i'll pay you 20 dollars if you don't ever do this to me

mclaren 🤝

mclaren i mean you were never the target but now you will be if i don't get my money!!!!

oscarpiastri oh ok

lilyzneimer i have pictures you can you use if you need bb <3

oscarpiastri WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON

zbrownceo Very funny Y/n! Keep up the good work 👍

mclaren Thanks boss! (:

landonorris ZAK WHY

user11 zak is so supportive now, wait until he sees her comments 💀

zbrownceo I have seen her comments! Very funny! 👍

user11 blink twice zak, we can help you

maxverstappen1 This is the highlight of my week, thank you Y/n!

mclaren hey max verstappen of redbull racing! not sure if you heard but you did win the grand prix this weekend

maxverstappen1 No i know, this is just definitely better.

ynusername where's my photo credits 🫵

mclaren my bad bbg 😍

user12 nurse she got out again

oscarpiastri we'll win next time!!

mclaren who told you that 🤨

oscarpiastri the voices in my head

logansargeant you hold on bro, we'll find your meds soon

user13 i think moto moto likes you ahh image

user14 i need to shrink him and put him in my pocket and keep him there

user15 which one?

user14 lando

landonorris nuh uh, pick again

maxfewtrell you can't post pictures without consent mate

mclaren i didn't??

landonorris i didn't consent.

mclaren who are you gonna believe max? me? or the solid concrete evidence in front of you

user16 he looks like he can do some crazy tricks on a trampoline

landonorris this is the only comment about myself that hasnt made me viscerally angry

oscarpiastri unfortunately i feel the opposite

user17 lany/n at it again

user18 literally what the fuck do you mean

user17 if you dont get it, i can't explain it to you

user18 okay cryptic ass, fuck you 🙄

user19 they're in love guys, just wait and see

user20 yall just love saying stupid shit on this page huh

user19 i hate getting accused of some shit i actually do 😡 like yeah i do love that but who told you

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user20 op be so fr right now

user21 everytime one of these illiterate f1 drivers pulls one of the hottest women on earth a fairty dies

user21 *fairy

user22 fairty

user21 you shut the fuck up 🫵

user23 people when coworkers are seen together at their place of work

user24 do you hug your coworkers and follow them like a lost puppy when you could be on a break

user23 wtf no

user24 EXACTLY MF, THIS IS NOT COWORKERS BEING COWORKERS

user25 history will say they were just colleagues 😔

opeightywon this shit is a national tragedy

user26 every time i see a post like this i think about the fact that she has probably seen this and i shiver

user27 honestly praying on their downfall

opeightywon wtf

user28 lando fans be normal challenge

user27 idgaf about that white man, she's just too hot for him 😕

opeightywon oh yeah real

user29 i need another youtube video where they stare at each other longingly again asap or i fear i may start having withdrawal symptoms

user30 another hot girl lost to an average white man's swagless looks and cringe fail personality i feel sick

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mclaren not our best results in canada but we improved i guess 🙄 but on a much better, more exciting note: NEW MCLAREN YOUTUBE CHALLENGE OUT GO GO GO GO

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user31 my crops are watered, my skin is clear, my funds are tripled

mclaren all me 😮‍💨

user32 "yay challenge video" we all cry in unison

user33 OSCAR FANS IS IT REAL??? HAS IT COME TRUE??? IS THAT A FACE PIC I SEE

user34 and it's good quality too 🤩 what did we do to deserve this

mclaren you don't, but oscar bought me coffee all weekend

oscarpiastri yes i bribed her, i feel no shame

user35 lando's back in the dog house bro, he's back to no face pics

user36 but look at his beautiful brown eyes

mclaren babe they're greenish blue with the TINIEST bit of brown 💀

user37 how long you gotta stare at a man's eyes to know the exact paint blend 🫵

user38 DOWN HORRENDOUSSSSSS

lilyzneimer insert comical heart eyes here

mclaren flirting with your man 🤢 on MY cellular device

lilyzneimer my bad bb, he doesn't mean anything to me anyways 🥴

oscarpiastri ok what the fuck

danielricciardo DROP THE CAMERA SETTINGS AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

mclaren check dms 🤲

danielricciardo thanks love you're the best

landonorris LOVE??? LMAOOOO

user39 bro is losing the dgaf war MISERABLY

user40 the way lando is staring at her the whole time she's behind the camera 😫 oh he's not even down bad, bro's down under

landonorris can i get the camera settings

mclaren has anyone ever told you how good you are at photography?? i'm not saying that, i'm just asking 😀

landonorris oKAY fuck you.

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8:57 PM.

Y/n stared at the flashing numbers on the digital clock in the boardroom and huffed quietly. The table in front of her was covered in a mix of shredded mozzarella cheese and vibrant, red pizza sauce. Flour with evidence of handprints and bits of pizza dough decorated the wood and the woman internally sighed at the thought of clean up. Eventually she would have to get back to work.

Lando was on his phone across the table from her, and she fought the urge to stare at him. Oscar had left a while ago, having an earlier flight than them out of Canada. Lando and her had made the executive decision to stay and finish the pizza the two men had made during the "not my hands" YouTube challenge. It was messy, and didn't fully resemble a proper pizza, but it tasted good enough if not a little bit burnt. The two had been sitting in a comfortable silence for the time being while they ate.

In the time Y/n had gotten to know the British man, both on and off the track, she found herself warming up to him considerably. He was kinder than she gave him credit for at the beginning of the season, and far funnier. She could see now that more often than not he spoke without thinking or having any consideration, and maybe he was more than a little bit arrogant, but he also felt things deeply and cared passionately.

Before she could think about what she was doing, Lando's eyes met hers and he smirked. Y/n's face burned but she rolled her eyes at him and took another bite of their burnt pizza. Her ears caught the sound of him placing his phone on the table, and when she looked up again he was leaning his body across the table and toward her instead.

"What are you staring at? Hm?" He teased and she scoffed.

"You," she started and took another bite of her pizza, "have pizza sauce all over your face, you idiot. And I'm just thinking, not sure if you're familiar with the concept." He grabbed a napkin quickly and began wiping rapidly at his chin and mouth, and even his nose. She couldn't help but laugh loudly. There was nothing on his face. He was perfect actually. Unfortunately.

"Did I get it? Why didn't you tell me sooner, traitor!" She doubled over but nodded anyways.

"What are you thinking about?" he questioned as he settled back down.

"Just the season, you and Oscar," she muttered.

"Me? Thinking of little ol' me when I'm right here in front of you," she rolled her eyes with a groan.

"You have selective hearing Lando," he laughed and nodded.

"Well what have you thought about it? The season I mean. And myself of course, don't care much what you think about Osc," he leaned on his hand and stared at her intently. Y/n couldn't help that being stared at by Lando felt a little bit like being ocean, being pulled and pushed by the moon's gravity. Her brain didn't work properly around him.

Or maybe I'm just really dramatic and he's just hot, she thought miserably, Probably the latter.

"I just think maybe you and me got off on the wrong foot," she said as she fumbled with the lid of her water bottle, "and I think that maybe I enjoy this job a lot more than I thought I would." The comments seemed to sober Lando's mood up slightly.

Maybe I shouldn't have been truthful. Maybe it shouldn't have been that serious.

"What did you think of me?" He asked quietly. "When you met me I mean."

"Do you want me to be honest?" He looked at her quizzically.

"Of course I want you to be honest Y/n, or I wouldn't have asked."

"I thought you were kind of an asshole," she whispered and he laughed.

"So the beef was real for you," he smiled slightly and she let her face fall gently into her hands.

"Yeah," she breathed out a laugh, "yeah maybe a little."

"Doesn't seem like a little," he goaded and she shot him a glare.

"Okay Lord Lando, maybe more than a little," he pointed at her triumphantly.

"AHA! So it was the instagram comment. I thought you knew I was kidding," A loud groan filled the room as she smacked her head on the table. Lando's giggling could probably be heard down the hall but Y/n found she didn't care all that much anymore.

"It wasn't just the instagram comment," she defended weakly. There was a brief silence as Lando stared into space and shook his head.

"Wow... I can't believe you were actually mad at me and I just didn't know."

"It wasn't that big of a deal I guess, I just felt like you didn't really take me seriously."

"Well I mean you're not a very serious person," Y/n's heart fell to her stomach.

"What?" She asked, staring at him. She couldn't have heard him right.

"Well it's just that you're not very serious are you? Like since I met you, it's never felt like you were a serious sort of person." He added as if that was some sort of defense.

As if that isn't more hurtful.

"You're not like Zak or Andrea, or really anyone else here you know? You're just you, you're different. It was hard to be serious with you here because that's just who you are." He continued.

God just shut up, please for the love of God just shut up.

"This is my place of work Lando," she muttered bitterly. "I mean do you hear yourself." His eyes widened and he put his hands out placatingly. Like she was some sort of rabid animal he needed to calm down.

"No no no," he muttered quickly and stood up to round the table, "that's not what I meant Y/n, you know that."

"Stop Lando, just stop," she said as she began to clear off the table.

Why did she expect him to be different. What made her think he could've changed.

"You made it perfectly clear what you mean. What you think of me and of my work, my career" she spit out, swiping everything on the table into the trash. They hadn't finished eating the pizza and now it was in the bin, but Lando didn't deserve to eat the pizza she helped him make. He didn't deserve to be here at all. He wasn't her friend, he was her coworker and nothing else. It was better she accept that now.

"You misunderstood what I said," he grabbed her arm to stop her from cleaning and she whipped it out of his grasp.

"Stop Lando," she said raising her voice. She knew her eyes were teary but she didn't care. She knew her face was red with embarrassment and her hands were shaking with the force of her humiliation but she didn't care. Lando Norris could go fuck himself.

He looked at her in shock and winced as he saw her face. She steeled herself. She had never cried over a man before, why would she do it now.

"You need to leave, you have a flight in the morning," she said emotionlessly. "And I have to clean so I can go home." He tried to speak and she put her hand up, stepping away from him.

"Get out please, you're in my way," she said and his brows scrunched. He was angry? Good, so was she.

"I'm in your way?" He asked incredulously, as if she didn't have any reason to be upset. "You're not even going to hear me out?" He scoffed.

"No Lando, I don't have time for this. I have a job to do and you're in my way," she said emphasizing the words as if speaking to a child. His face fell. He looked angry.

"Whatever Y/n. What fucking ever," he muttered, grabbing his bag and storming out. Y/n waited. Footsteps in the hallways continued until a far off door slammed.

Y/n wilted like an unwatered plant as tears began to fall.

So much for friends.

She knew deep down she was hurt about much more than just friendship.

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this is the second to last chapter of part one! i hope you enjoy! please feel free to comment and send requests, i'm excited to hear your thoughts <3

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blitzyn · 2 years ago

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pervert

miguel o'hara x spiderman!reader

request : none

Synopsis: A game of cat and mouse goes to shit, and you find yourself bound in Miguel's webs.

a/n -> literally nobody asked for this but he's been stuck in my mind for decades and i wanted to get something out for my bbg <3 also super sorry i disappeared again, writers block straight up bitch slapped me and left me in a ditch, plus ive been losing interest in writing for genshin or just the game in general, unfortunately.

wc -> 3.3k

cw -> very dubcon, mean dom miguel, degradation, bondage?, face fucking, google translated spanish, spit as lube, anal fingering, anal sex, slight and brief choking, (semi) public sex??, not beta read

Exhilaration filled your veins as breathy laughs escaped your throat, weaving through buildings and rubble with the precision of someone who has experienced this type of chase countless times before.

And that's because you have. You've been in a near never-ending game of cat and mouse with the esteemed Miguel O'Hara, always close enough to feel the swipe of his talons in the air but too far to catch. No matter how many times he's cornered you, you always find a way to get past him; it was predictable at this point.

That pissed Miguel off like no other, hellbent on capturing you to put an end to your snide remarks, to put you in your place. While that usually would've enticed you in any other circumstance, you weren't too keen on letting him dig his claws into you now that you were chest-deep in this predicament — and his wrath.

"Stop running, already!" he shouted, the sharp edges of fury evident in his voice.

"I'm not running!" you respond, peering back at him with a smug grin. True to your words, you, quite literally, were not running. You were swinging with the agility of a seasoned acrobat, twisting and flipping through debris while looking like you were having fun. You offered him occasional glances and nearly laughed each time. Seeing him, a grown-ass man, almost constantly on all fours was amusing, but hearing him curse and grunt and growl made electricity shoot down your spine in a way that nearly got you caught several times.

Adrenaline filled your body and threatened to burst through your chest each time you evaded him. "Missed me!" you laughed, juking away from his swipe.

"So close!" you flip over him with a taunt. "Try again next time!"

"¡Voy a matarte!¹" He growls, and it was hard to ignore the shudder that rushed through your body. You slightly winced at the feeling. If you don't get your shit together when he spoke Spanish, then you were asking to get caught.

But it's not like you'd mind — Actually, yes, you fucking would!

You click your teeth in annoyance. Despite how hard you tried, you couldn't remove Miguel from your thoughts even though he was right behind you, hunting you down like a wild animal. Your mind strayed toward his broad shoulders, beautifully tiny waist, fat ass (that you'd give a lot to slap), and the massive piece of rubble being hurled at your body.

You blink out of your stupor, feeling your senses going off rather violently. Oh shit.

Everything seemed to move painfully slow as you stared at the debris with wide eyes, noticing Miguel's red web attached to it as he brought it down. You flung your arm out in an attempt to attach your webs to something and swing away, but was unable to pull yourself fast enough as the debris pinned you down to the roof of a building.

"Fuck!" you thought as you grunted and squeezed your eyes shut, agony tearing through your entire body. Swiftly, you pushed against the ground to shove the heavy object off of you, groaning with effort. Just as you managed to stand back up, you heard the familiar thwip! of his web wrapping around your waist and arms to yank you to him.

"Caught you," he said, voice rough and breathless as he panted hard. He loomed over you menacingly, hands curled into a fist.

You struggled, kicking and straining against your binds. "Come on, Miguel." You offer a tense grin. "We both know this won't last very long."

"Ay dios míos,²" he growled, dropping to a knee to roughly press a hand on your face, his fingers digging into your cheekbones. "¡Cállate!³"

...

Woah.

You stared at him with wide eyes, feeling your cock stir in your pants. Oh fuck.

It was hard to ignore your ever growing attraction (and hard-on) for him that seemed to intensify when he deactivated the hologram of his mask. Sweat beaded at his temple while his eyes narrowed at your bound figure, fangs peeking out from behind his lips as he caught his breath.

Even when you were the target of his anger, he was still breathtakingly hot.

You opened your mouth again to shout at him — probably to let you go or something along those lines — but Miguel wasn't having it.

"Why is it so much to ask for you to keep your fucking mouth shut for once?" he hissed, squeezing your cheeks tight enough to ache, but it only went straight to your dick. "Is that all you can do? Run your mouth until someone gets sick of your shit and shuts it for you? Huh?"

You whimpered, meekly shaking your head in denial. Tightly closing your eyes, you swallowed hard and squirmed, secretly trying to will away your hard cock straining against your clothes.

"You're so annoying! Stop moving," he demanded, reflexively looking down to adjust his position over you. His eyes raked over your body for a moment before zeroing in on your erection, pausing in surprise.

...

"Oh, you pervert."

Your eyelids snapped open at his words, mortification seeping deep in your chest as you shifted your head away from him in shame. Despite everything, you could only feel yourself getting harder under his intense gaze.

"Is that why you made me chase after you?" He forced you to look at him again, your face aching at his manhandling. "Because you wanted to fulfill some dirty fantasy of yours?"

He let out a dry laugh. "You couldn't find anyone willing to satisfy that depraved urge, so you turned to me. Just how desperate are you?"

You shook your head again, letting out muffled words. He mercifully removed his hand from your mouth to allow you to speak, sliding lower to rest on your throat. "I was just playing..."

"Yeah?" He tilted his head mockingly, momentarily adjusting himself to grope your painfully stiff dick. "And this was your master plan? To get off at the face of danger? You're more of a degenerate than I thought."

"N-No, I didn't—" you moaned, reflexively bucking your hips up into his hand.

"Stop lying." He squeezed the hand around your throat just enough to force labored gasps from you. "It's stupid how you don't think I've seen the way you look at me — how you think I haven't noticed you eyefucking me."

A furious blush rises on your cheeks as your cock twitches in his hold. It doesn't go unnoticed.

He laughed again, staring at you in mock disbelief. "You're enjoying this."

And this time, you don't deny it.

"Can't say I expected anything higher from you." He rolled his eyes in exasperation and removed his hands from your throat and dick to place them on your thighs. Effortlessly, he pried them apart to slot himself in between your legs, pressing his crotch flush against your ass.

Groaning, you lifted your hips a bit in an attempt to grind on him. With a growl, he swiftly slapped a hand on your abdomen to push you back on the ground.

"Don't move," he said, glaring at you with a mix of arousal and irritation in his eyes. "I've had enough of you getting your way." He leaned forward, a wince crossing your face when he pressed some of his weight onto your stomach. "It's my turn."

"My way—?" You cut yourself off with a huff when he gave you a stern look.

A thought seemed to pique his interest when he suddenly decided to kneel beside your head. It was nigh impossible to tear your eyes away from his crotch, the area beginning to glitch with a dim, pale blue glow at the strain from his hardening cock.

"Let's put your mouth to better use." He grabbed a fistful of your hair and deactivated the hologram covering his dick. It landed on your face with a quiet slap before his hand guided it to your lips.

You hesitantly parted them, only for them to be forced open wider to make room for his cock. You let out a surprised sound at the entry, but he was entirely focused on making you take him completely.

He was gracious enough to take it slow, relishing in the sounds of your gags and sputters and every deep inhale.

"Thaaat's it," he drawled out, sighing heavily when he felt your tongue rub against the underside of the shaft. "Fuck..."

Your eyelashes fluttered as he buried your nose into his pubic hair, uncontrollably drooling over him while you sucked and licked what you could. You felt him harden in your mouth, forcing himself deeper into your throat while it tightened and spasmed.

He increased the speed of his thrusts, absentmindedly shuffling closer to your face. A shiver ran down your spine when he slithered a hand on the junction between the back of your head and neck to hold you firmly.

A garbled whine left your throat as you subconsciously jerked your hips upwards, searching for some form of relief for your aching cock. You strained against the webs around your torso and arms, utterly intoxicated with his taste, his scent, his sounds—with him.

With a groan, he shoved himself as far as he could inside your throat and held you in place, ignoring how you instinctively struggled against him. A high-pitched ring sounded through your ears as your head spun, chest tightening with the need for oxygen.

Shuddering, he finally pulled out of you, watching with satisfaction as you coughed and gasped for air. A mix of saliva and precum connected your lips and the tip of his cock, to which you quickly licked away. You let him inspect you with a hand still buried in your hair, gaze locked in on your drool slicked chin and swollen lips.

A quiet hmph left him before he turned to place himself back in-between your thighs again, this time extending his talons to tear a path in your clothes from your ass to your crotch.

"H-Hey! Hold on—" you protested and kicked his arm away from you.

"Shut up," he cut you off, swatting your foot away while grasping your painfully hard cock again. "Don't act like you don't want this."

"G-God..." you moaned, furrowing your brows as you stared at him. A squeak left your throat when he suddenly pressed your legs to your chest, a quiet ptuh! escaping his lips alongside a glob of saliva that landed on your asshole.

Retracting his talons, he let go of one of your legs to press two fingers against your hole, shoving them inside you abruptly. You winced at the sting his thick fingers made as it mixed in with the arousal that burned in your gut. He separated them in a scissoring motion, moving in and out at a pace that had you yearning for more. His fingertips brushed against spots so frustratingly close to your prostate, you were sure he was purposefully avoiding it to mess with you.

"H-Hurry up," you demanded, the ache in your balls beginning to prove to be something you could hardly handle.

He gave you a sharp look. "Tell me to hurry up again and I'm leaving you like this."

You stared at each other for a moment longer before you looked away in defeat, muttering under your breath. He ignored you and added another finger, the wet squelching blending in with your soft moans. His hard cock pressed on your thigh, and you briefly wondered how he wasn't fucking you within an inch of your life already.

Quickly enough, you were able to realize that he wanted to make you wait. He wanted to give you a hard time — just like you did to him.

"C-C'mon, Miguel." You breathlessly chuckled, straining against the webs around your torso.

"What?" He raised a brow, satisfaction seeping into his expression at your growing desperation.

You opened your mouth again when he unexpectedly jabbed his fingertips onto your prostate, sending a violent surge of electricity through your body. "Fuck!" You cried out as a spurt of precum leaked out of your dick and enlarged the wet spot on your clothes. He continued targeting the gland, refusing to let you get a word in your sentence. The coil in your abdomen tightened into an almost unbearable degree before he abruptly removed his hand from you entirely.

"God, just fuck me already!" You jerked your hips upwards in a futile search for stimulation.

"You sound just like a whore," he commented, tone full of condescension. A heat washed over your body at his words as you stared at him with wide eyes. You tensed when he leaned down, lust and mirth swirling within his red irises. "Is that all you are?"

"What?" You found yourself unable to look away from him. "N-No, I—"

He shoved his cock inside you mid-sentence, tearing a loud moan from your throat. He held your thighs to fold you in half, using his body weight to pin you down. You panted hard as you tilted your head to the side and squeezed your eyes shut. It was hard to focus on anything else but his dick filling you up so perfectly.

Miguel released a gutteral groan, grinding his hips against you. He dug his fingertips into your legs hard enough to bruise, but that was the least of his worries — not when he had you below him. After a moment that felt like an eternity, he leaned back (mercifully removing some of the pressure on your chest) and watched himself move in and out of you, pulling out almost all the way before he slammed himself back inside.

"Ohh, fuck!"

"This is what gets you — mierda⁴ — all compliant, huh?" He taunted, abdomen flexing with every thrust. "The moment you get some dick inside you, you're like a trained mutt."

You opened your eyes to weakly glare at him, to deny what he said, but the moans spilling from your lips did nothing but prove him right.

"Te gusta cuando te trato como si no fueras nada, ¿no?⁵" He leaned back down, hooking his arms around the back of your knees as he pressed his chest against yours, curling his wrists around your thighs to grip the flesh. His breath was hot and heavy against the shell of your ear, lips so close you could feel the vibrations of his voice in your ear drum. "Aren't I right, you dirty little pervert?"

"N-No! S'not right!" You cried out, the burn of his cock stretching you out mixing in with the pleasure so deliciously it was almost addicting.

"Deja de mentirte y admítelo, puta,⁶" he hissed, widening his mouth to graze a fang along your neck threateningly, which sent a shiver down your spine. "Admit it — that you're a depraved whore."

"Admit it." He emphasized each syllable with a thrust, ramming into you hard enough to fuck the breath out of your lungs.

"Shit—fuck! Oh, god!" You sobbed, arching your back into him. You nearly came at the feeling of his abdomen rubbing your aching dick. "I'm a whore! M'your whore!"

His cock throbbed fervently at your words, rewarding you with groans and grunts directly into your ear. Your ass slightly stung at the force of his thrusts as he fucked his anger into you, but neither of you cared.

"Fuuuck!" You drawled out. "Miguel, m'so close! Let — ngh, ah — Let me cum!"

"Yeah?" He cooed in your ear, gently licking the shell. "You gonna cum f'me?"

"Yes, yes—!"

"Then beg."

He stopped moving so unexpectedly that it left you disoriented for a few moments as you stupidly stared at him with wide, watery eyes. "W-What...?"

"Beg to cum," he leaned away from you to get a clearer look at your face. "I'm not repeating myself."

You took a moment to catch your breath (and secretly savor the feeling of his dick twitching inside you). "God, please, Miguel! I need it so bad. I need to cum — please let me cum! I'll be good, I promise! Fuck, Miguel, please let me cum! Please, please, please!"

The sight of the tears along your lash lines sent electricity down his spine as his breath hitched. "You'll be good?" He dryly laughed. "I don't think I believe you."

You opened your mouth in defense when he suddenly slammed himself back inside you, tearing a moan instead of words from your throat. He fucked you hard and fast and deep, grunting in a way you could only describe as animalistic.

But you loved it. You loved how he controlled your body so effortlessly, how he treated you like a cheap fuck toy. You mentally deemed all those chases worth it in the end.

The heat from less than a minute or two prior returned full force as you tilted your head back in ecstasy. You babbled out incoherent words of (what Miguel suspected to be) praise, straining against your binds once again.

You screamed out when the coil in your abdomen finally snapped, electricity shooting down your spine as your cock spurt cum underneath your clothes. You weren't able to process the stain in the fabric when you realized that he hadn't slowed down, deciding to fuck you through your orgasm to chase his own.

You stared up at him, admiring the slight flush on his cheeks, how his brows furrowed in concentration, and even his eyes that shone with disdain towards you.

You could feel his dick throbbing inside you, and you quickly realized that he was about to cum as well. The ecstasy you were granted slowly began to merge with the pain of overstimulation, but it only made the hazy bliss you were in so much better.

"Yes, yes, Miguel!" You gasped out as your legs trembled in his hold. "Cum inside me, please, I want it!"

He grunted at your words, fucking you with a few more harsh thrusts before he suddenly pulled out. It took you a moment longer than normal for you to process the uncomfortable emptiness as he let go of one of your legs to quickly jerk himself off.

"What—No! Please, Miguel!" You pleaded uselessly, wincing when he tightened his grip on your thigh and unintentionally extended his talons. They penetrated through your clothes and pierced your skin, drawing a bit of blood, but that was neither of your concern at the moment.

"Ay, solo cállate ya,⁷" he growled, releasing your thigh to press his palm against your mouth to silence you. You let out pathetic whines and whimpers, but Miguel was focused on achieving his orgasm.

With a final few strokes, he finally came with a loud groan as his cum spurt onto the floor. He angled his hips to make sure none of it landed on you, much to your obvious dismay. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back and stared at your bound body, trembling and helpless. It was satisfying to see you in such a state.

He reactivated the hologram over his softening cock before binding your legs together in a way that hid the large hole in your pants to prevent anyone from figuring out what the two of you did.

He sighed heavily and slung you over his shoulder, standing up to look around and figure out where the fuck he was.

"You have a really nice ass," you commented after a moment, unable to keep your compliments to yourself.

He groaned. It was gonna be a long trip back to HQ.

Translations:

1: "I'm going to kill you!"

2: "Oh my god."

3: "Shut up!"

4: "Shit..."

5: "You like it when I treat you like you're nothing, don't you?"

6: "Stop lying to yourself and admit it."

7: "Oh, just shut up already."

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sweetcherriexs · 5 months ago

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american town; b.e.

@xoluvx iykyk <3

You hummed to yourself as the heels of your palms pressed into the wooden desk just in front of you, adjusting yourself in your seat slightly. Your girlfriend’s soft, gentle chuckle filled your senses from behind you and her arms wrapped stronger around you.

“Baby, stop moving so much” she murmured into your neck, her breath tickling the sensitive skin, making you shiver then smile.

“hey, it’s not my fault that this desk is so–..” Your words died in your throat as you felt Billie’s arms pull you closer as she leaned into the mic set on the desk.

“Shhh, I’m trying to work, my love” She whispered into the mic and you practically melted into her body. “I love your pretty little accent, but the album’s gotta be done by next month” she hummed softly.

“Well if you keep talking to me like that it’s not gonna be done anytime soon” you grumbled under your breath with a huff, taking her hand in yours and choosing to fiddle with the thick rings on her fingers as her angelic voice floods your entire being when she begins singing the lyrics of her song into the mic.

You hummed along quietly to the words you’ve grown to memorize since she has been recording it again and again and scrapping it again and again because it ‘wasn’t good enough’ or ‘something was missing’. Which you didn't understand, you thought they were all amazing but whatever.

Suddenly, her singing stopped and you frowned before she grabbed your face and your eyes met.”oh my god, that is perfect. We’re keeping that in” she said and kissed you gently.

After you pulled back, you blinked a couple of times in confusion. “Huh?”

Billie smiled at you gently, her dimples making you want to faint out of her lap. “Your voice, missy. You’ll be doing backgrounds now” she grinned.

“Oh, bils that’s not–..”

“Ah-ah-ah” she shushed you with another kiss on your lips. “Backgrounds”

You huffed and pouted like a toddler at the command, but as she reached over to the second desk and grabbed a pair of headphones for you, too, you couldn’t help the rush of love and excitement that washed over you, putting them on eagerly.

“And you can also sing the words where it says” Billie said as she lifted the song sheet from the desk for you to see. You rolled your eyes at that. “Babe, my accent will literally ruin this whole song” you deadpanned.

Billie furrowed her brows and shook her head. “No you won’t. Don’t say that” she said with a frown and turned her head to kiss her side of yours with a sigh. “It’s going to be amazing, hm?”

You sighed softly and looked into her eyes for another moment before nodding, your hand gripping hers as you glanced back at the music sheet. Billie did the same, a triumphant smile on her face. You shifted on her lap one more time, her arms still securely around your waist before she began singing once more.

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aerichives · 4 months ago

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study buddies

aeri uchinaga x reader

genre. eventual smut

warnings. cunnilingus, fingering, choking (lmk if there's anything i missed)

words. 2481

note. heyyy bbgs :3 i literally did that exact scene when i was studying earlier but the difference was... there is no aeri :"( anwww i hope it's not obvious that im really into friends to lovers or to whatever trope LOOOLOLMLMLKM

the library was eerily quiet, save for the soft shuffling of papers and the occasional sigh from a stressed student. y/n and aeri had been holed up in their usual study corner for hours, surrounded by coffee cups and highlighted textbooks, the weight of their upcoming finals pressing down on them.

both nursing students, they had spent the last few weeks drowning in endless notes on medical and surgical nursing. the exhaustion was setting in, but y/n had always been the type to find something to keep her curiosity piqued. and today, that something happened to be asphyxiation.

the highlighter in y/n’s hand hovered over the page, the neon ink already smudging the edges of the text she’d been poring over for the past hour. finals were looming and the library’s fluorescent lighting was doing little to keep her alert but something in their notes had caught her attention.

"strangulation" she murmured, tapping her pen against the heading. "this one’s interesting."

across from her, aeri, who had been lazily skimming through her own notes, quirked a brow. "you have a weird definition of ‘interesting,’ you know that?"

y/n barely spared her a glance, already engrossed in explaining. "no, listen. it’s not just about suffocating. if you apply pressure to the carotid arteries, it cuts off oxygenated blood to the brain instead of blocking the airway directly. it can cause unconsciousness in seconds. that’s cool."

aeri let out a soft laugh. "you sound way too fascinated by this."

"because i am!" y/n grinned before suddenly sitting up straighter, an idea flashing across her face. "actually… we should try it."

aeri blinked. "come again?"

"on me." y/n tapped her neck lightly. "you find my carotid, apply pressure, and i’ll tell you what it feels like. a hands-on demonstration."

aeri stared at her, half-expecting her to burst into laughter and say she was joking. but y/n was staring back, eyes expectant. "absolutely not. what if you pass out? or worse?"

y/n waved off her concern. "i’ll tap you if i start feeling weird. come on, it’s for science."

aeri sighed, raking a hand through her hair. "this is a terrible idea," she muttered, but she was already shifting closer, positioning herself in front of y/n. "if you die, i’m not writing your final paper for you."

y/n grinned. "noted."

aeri reached forward, fingertips ghosting over the column of y/n’s throat as she searched for the rhythmic thrum of her pulse. once she found it, she hesitated, her thumbs resting lightly on either side of y/n’s neck. "last chance to back out."

y/n only nodded, lips parting as she took a slow breath.

aeri applied pressure.

at first, nothing. then, y/n’s lashes fluttered, her lips parting just a little more. the muscles in her neck tensed beneath aeri’s hand and something about the way she looked up at her, head tilted back, eyes unfocused, breathy, made aeri’s stomach tighten.

shit.

this was supposed to be an experiment. no malice, no ulterior motive. but aeri could feel the way her pulse quickened, not from nerves, but from something much deeper, much worse. y/n’s lips looked glossy under the library’s dim lighting, her expression dazed yet trusting. aeri’s fingers twitched with the abrupt and inappropriate thought of what it would feel like to do this in a completely different setting.

in bed, maybe. with y/n pinned beneath her, mouth parted just like this—

aeri inhaled sharply, pushing the thought away before it could settle.

y/n tapped her wrist, signaling the end of the experiment. aeri immediately released her, exhaling sharply as y/n took in a deep breath, blinking a few times before breaking into a grin. "that was insane," she murmured, rubbing her neck. "i definitely felt it."

aeri didn’t respond right away, too busy pressing her palms into her thighs, willing away the heat pooling in her stomach. "yeah," she said, voice slightly strained. "insane."

y/n, oblivious, launched into her findings, excitedly recounting the sensations she experienced. aeri nodded along, pretending to listen, but her mind was elsewhere. her gaze flickered back to y/n’s throat, now sporting faint imprints of her fingers, and she swallowed hard.

this was bad. because now, all she could think about was doing it again.

the final exam was over, and relief settled over the two of them as they stepped out of the hall. both y/n and aeri had been buried in stress and exhaustion for weeks, and now that it was finally behind them, they were ready to unwind.

"so, where do we go now?" y/n asked, stretching her arms over her head, the exhaustion of the day catching up with her.

aeri groaned. "honestly? i just want to sleep. pay back all my sleep debt from the past weeks."

y/n chuckled. "that's nice but you live an hour away."

aeri sighed, rubbing her eyes. "don’t remind me. i might actually pass out before i even get home."

y/n hummed, then nudged aeri playfully. "then crash at my place. my apartment’s only a fifteen-minute walk from here and we can grab food along the way."

aeri considered it for a moment, the idea of a nearby, comfy bed quickly winning her over. "you know what? that sounds perfect."

after a stop at the convenience store for snacks, they made their way to y/n’s apartment. as soon as aeri stepped inside, she sighed in relief, dropping onto the sofa and stretching her limbs. "i think i might die here."

y/n laughed, heading to the kitchen. "i’ll get the food ready. here, you should change into something comfortable first." she tossed aeri a shirt and shorts before disappearing into the kitchen.

aeri hesitated before taking the clothes to the bathroom. the moment she pulled y/n’s shirt over her head, the faint scent of her. clean, warm, unmistakably y/n, hit her senses. her pulse quickened slightly, thoughts she shouldn’t entertain creeping in as she quickly changed.

when she stepped out, she nearly choked.

y/n was lounging on the couch in a low-cut tank top, her collarbones and bare chest exposed. aeri quickly tore her gaze away, trying to focus on anything else.

they ate in comfortable silence, the exhaustion from the exam settling in deeper. once they finished, y/n stretched and grabbed aeri’s wrist. "come on, let’s sleep. my bed’s big enough for two."

aeri shook her head. "i’ll take the couch or even the floor, seriously—"

y/n rolled her eyes, pulling her along. "you need a real bed. just shut up and come."

the moment they laid down, aeri realized the bed wasn’t nearly as big as y/n had claimed. they were close, so close that aeri could feel y/n’s body heat radiating against her.

then without warning, y/n shifted, wrapping her arms around aeri and snuggling in. "what are you doing?" aeri stiffened.

"just hugging you. you’re warm and comfy." y/n mumbled sleepily.

aeri stayed still as she stared at y/n, feeling her heartbeat quicken. she forced herself to breathe evenly, trying to ignore the way y/n felt against her.

minutes passed and just as aeri was about to finally sleep, y/n suddenly stirred, eyes fluttering open. aeri tensed, caught in the act of staring.

"are you okay?" aeri asked, voice a little too tight.

y/n yawned. "yeah, just fell on my sleep you know."

aeri exhaled, chuckling softly. "silly. go back to sleep." she reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from y/n’s face.

y/n smirked. "not until you tell me why you were staring at me."

"i wasn’t. that was your dream."

y/n pouted, shifting slightly. "you’re so obvious. you were looking at my lips. do you want me or something?"

aeri’s breath hitched. the teasing lilt in y/n’s voice was dangerous, and she wasn’t sure she had the willpower to brush it off.

"and what if i do?" aeri murmured.

y/n grinned, her hand slipping behind aeri’s neck, tugging her closer. "maybe..." she mused, "i’ll mark you here so everyone knows you’re mine."

aeri’s throat went dry. "what..."

"relax," y/n giggled. "i’m just messing with you. you’re so red right now."

aeri swallowed, the heat coursing through her too intense to ignore. and she was done ignoring it.

before she could second-guess herself, she rolled them over, straddling y/n’s thighs, hands pressing into the mattress. y/n’s eyes widened slightly, but there was no hesitation, only intrigue.

"and i’m not kidding when i say i do want you."

y/n’s breath caught. "what..."

aeri leaned in, voice low. "what if i do want you to leave marks on my neck, y/n?"

the air was thick with something unspoken, tension crackling between aeri and y/n like a live wire. aeri’s grip on y/n’s hips was firm but hesitant, fingers twitching against the fabric of y/n’s top. her restraint was evident, her breath unsteady as she struggled to keep her hands from wandering any lower, from touching y/n’s bare thighs where heat radiated between them.

“you’re so pretty…” aeri rasped against y/n’s lips.

y/n grabbed a fistful of aeri’s hair to close the gap between them and kissed her. a sigh slipped past her parted lips, her resolve thinning as aeri sucked her lips gently.

“we should stop,” aeri murmured, though her fingers curled against y/n’s waist as if anchoring herself. her words lacked conviction and y/n knew it.

“what if i don’t want to?” y/n whispered against her ear, voice laced with something intoxicating. when aeri pulled back slightly to meet her gaze, her pupils were dark with desire. y/n’s flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and the way she was breathing so heavily, it all undid aeri.

“yeah?” aeri’s voice was strained, like she was holding back something dangerous.

y/n bit her lip and nodded. that was all it took. “you don’t know what you do to me,” aeri muttered, breath ghosting over y/n’s lips. her free hand slid up y/n’s torso, groping at her chest as a soft moan escaped against aeri’s mouth.

“aeri…” y/n whined, grinding down against aeri’s lap, desperate for more friction.

aeri chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down y/n’s spine. “so needy.”

y/n grabbed aeri’s wrist, guiding her hand up to her lips before taking her middle and ring finger into her mouth. her tongue twirled around them, coating them in warmth, gaze locked onto aeri’s as she hollowed her cheeks.

“please,” y/n breathed against aeri’s skin.

aeri’s restraint snapped. eyes darkening further as she tugged at y/n’s top, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. the way she looked at y/n sent heat pooling in her stomach, her gaze tracing over y/n’s perky breasts, her hardening nipples.

“so fucking beautiful,” aeri murmured, voice thick with want.

her mouth was on y/n before she could respond, lips wrapping around one nipple, sucking and biting, leaving behind bruises that would have y/n blushing in the morning. her tongue flicked over the sensitive bud and y/n arched into her touch, fingers tangling in aeri’s hair, tugging when the sensation became too much.

“tell me what you want, baby,” aeri rasped, her thigh pressing between y/n’s, the firm muscle rubbing against her clothed heat. y/n gasped at the pressure, her hips rocking forward instinctively.

“want you to touch me” y/n whined, breathless.

“where?” aeri teased, dragging her fingers down y/n’s stomach, hovering just above the waistband of her panties.

y/n huffed in frustration, gripping aeri’s wrist and pushing her hand lower. “Everywhere.”

aeri smirked, slipping her fingers beneath the thin fabric, feeling the heat and wetness that awaited her. “fuck…” she exhaled and y/n squirmed under her touch. “you’re soaked.”

her fingers slid through y/n’s folds, gathering the slickness before she brought them up to her lips, sucking them clean. y/n clenched at the sight, the way aeri’s tongue swirled around her fingers making her throb between her legs.

“look at you,” aeri murmured, eyes drinking y/n in like she was something sacred. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen.”

y/n shuddered, heat crawling up her neck. “aeri…” she whined, shifting in anticipation.

aeri chuckled, her fingers parting y/n, gaze fixed on her glistening entrance. “so desperate for me.”

y/n gasped when aeri’s tongue traced a slow, deliberate path from her entrance up to her clit, her lips wrapping around the swollen bud to suck lightly. y/n’s thighs trembled around aeri’s head but her hands kept them open, held her still as she devoured her.

“aeri—fuck!” y/n’s hands buried themselves in aeri’s hair, pulling her closer, needing more.

aeri hummed against y/n, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through her body. “taste so fucking good,” aeri groaned, pressing a kiss against y/n’s inner thigh before sliding a finger into her, slow and careful. y/n exhaled shakily at the stretch, hips bucking into the sensation.

“gonna push another in, okay?”

y/n nodded frantically. “yes, please.”

aeri smirked, slipping in a second digit, curling them just right, hitting that spot that had y/n’s back arching off the mattress.

“right there, huh?” aeri mused, repeating the motion, watching as y/n’s body trembled beneath her. aeri groaned low in her throat before sitting upright, fingers wrapping gently around y/n’s neck as she pulled her in for a searing kiss. the pressure wasn’t harsh, just enough to make y/n dizzy in more ways than one, just enough to have her pulse stuttering beneath aeri’s palm.

“aeri—oh my god” y/n gasped, her stomach tightening as her release built, creeping up on her with every stroke of aeri’s fingers and with a new sensation of being choked.

“gonna cum?” aeri asked, voice dripping with satisfaction. “gonna make a mess all over my fingers?”

y/n whimpered, legs shaking, the coil in her stomach on the verge of snapping.

“go ahead, baby,” aeri coaxed, voice muffled against y/n’s soaked core. “wanna see it drip.”

and with a cry of aeri’s name, y/n came undone, pleasure crashing over her in waves as aeri worked her through it until she was a panting, trembling mess beneath her. y/n gasped when aeri removed her hand on her neck. aeri pulled back slightly, watching y/n catch her breath, her chin glistening with her release. her dark eyes locked onto y/n’s, and she smirked, voice husky when she murmured,

“bet you’ll let me choke you again, huh?”

#aerichives #aeri x reader #giselle x reader #uchinaga aeri #aespa #giselle smut #aeri smut #aespa smut #wlw #gxg

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barcapix · 1 month ago

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EVE. MY NO.1 FOOTBALL WRITER AND NO.1 BBG.

would you write a ballerina!reader x pau or kenan where she gets hurt and they make a big fuss over it <333

like a hurt x healer trope kinda thing

imagine reader falling in one of her jumps and scraps her knee just the tiniest bit. BUT NO.

pau/kenan comes running over, holding her to the ground and inspecting her knee, panicking over such a small cut while reader sighs and shakes her head

pau/kenan wrapping the knee in bandages and disinfecting it with alcohol even though all it needed was a little bit of time to heal

pau/kenan worrying over every single thing reader does, overreacting when she limps slightly, falters in her step, etc

BRO WHY DID I BASICALLY WRITE THIS IM SORRY </3

just a thought you could do like bf headcanons if you dont want to do a whole ahh oneshot

GET THAT SMAU BABE

anyhow i need to stop yapping dni

LOVE YOU SM POOKIE AND HAVE A GREAT NIGHT!!!!! MWAHHH <33

✮ Watch Your Step - Kenan Yildiz

kenan yildiz x fem!reader

sy: your sentenced to read @n0vazsq long ass req i apologise in advance.

a/n: i cannot do smau’s for my LIFE but ily pookster here it is (four💔) months late.

warnings: no?

precision, balance, elegance.

aggressive, power, relentless.

the difference between you and kenan’s sport. yours was all about finding the angelic nature of balance, to show grace. and his? more so the physical and imbalanced nature of aggression, to show power.

so by all means, you both have different reactions to things. like today.

“the choreo,” you mumble under your breath, winding the silk around your ankles. “just a pirouette, adagio then a grand allegro.”

you nod firmly at yourself, marking out a section to practice. kenan is sat away in the corner, arms folded, a stand of loose hair fallen over his forehead—looking intimidating as hell.

though when you look over at him, he smiles.

the radio on the floor begins to play, and so do you. your steps glide in fluid motion, twirling and spinning.

your pirouette’s land gracefully, so do your adagio’s—but your allegro’s?

you land the first jump clean, and the second. but the third.. not so much.

your foot catches the floor at a weird angle, and before you could recover, gravity took over as you hit the floor with a soft thud—your knee scraped over the hardwood enough for it to sting.

“hey hey hey!”

kenan’s voice cuts through the silence of the studio like a whistle. he was across the room in seconds, at your side within an instant.

you sit up with a sigh, brushing your palm over your leg. there’s a little cut, a small draw of blood.

“what happened? did you twist anything?” his hands clutch the back of your leg, his eyes scanning over it like a monument. “is it deep? can you move it?”

you blink at him, half entertained. “kenan. it’s a scratch.”

“no—but it’s bleeding!” he exaggerates, already tugging at his compression shirt to maybe—god, was he going to wrap it?

“it’s literally the size of a fingernail,” you push his hands down. “i’ve had worse from shaving.”

kenan didn’t laugh. he frowned harder. “you could of hit your head y/n! or rolled your ankle, why are you practicing alone?”

“i always practice alone.”

“yeah, well, not anymore,” he mutters, still inspecting your knee. kenan does exactly what you thought he was doing to do.

the players fitted shirt gets pulled over his head, that chiseled back, and taut muscles that simply made your mouth water. the breadth veins from his neck travel down to his forearms, his biceps bulging slightly as he adjusts his shirt around your leg.

“kenan—no,” you try to dismiss, but it’s already around your knee. you wince at the pressure when he ties it too tight, and he panics.

“shit, shit i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean—is it too tight? wait. wait, i can take it off and get some tape? maybe there’s a first aid kit in the back?”

his voice is tinged breathlessly, eyes flickering up to yours like he’s watching your soul leave your body.

“babe,” you reassure. “i promise this isn’t fatal.”

still, his brows arch into dismissal, letting a dramatic huff fall from his lips as he gently woves his thumb over your now-covered knee.

kenan sits further upright. “well.. do you want anything? a drink, some food.. a book?”

“why would i need a book?”

“you can’t just sit here and get bored. unless i’ll take you home so you can put your knee,” he suggests as seriously as possible.

he really wasn’t letting go, huh.

you shake your head. “amorè i dont need a book. or home. i’m still practicing.”

your arms brace either side of you, ready to pull yourself up from the ground, until kenan guides you back down.

“you’re not gonna continue practicing,” he orders with a little bit of a snarl. not aggressive per se, just concerned. “we either go home or i’ll find you something to do. you’ve just injured yourself!”

“but—��

“no buts,” he continues. “now do you want anything? or i’ll carry you over to the car.”

you’ve always loved his protective nature, at everything he does for you, but when it comes to your job.. he’s kinda the worst.

then, an idea clicks in your head.

you rub at your throat. “i guess i’m a little thirsty.”

“okay, water? milk? cola?” he runs a hand over his face as if it were all too much.

“water should be fine,” you give him a light smile, coursing your fingers through his windswept hair.

“and a book? your phone? my phone?” kenan continues to ramble. if it weren’t just you two in the hall, anybody would think it’s your last day alive.

you just shake your head. “nothing else.”

kenan nods enthusiastically, mellowly kissing the tip of your nose, then your lips, until he stands up and jogs off.

you patiently wait until he’s fully out of sight before you lift yourself up again. your knee arches slightly, but not enough to stop you.

everything feels natural again. you glide back into position, marking out the jump you had missed.

the perfectionist in you needed to fix it.

your feet are pointed, ready to takeoff, except when you do, your balance falters and knee buckles a little on the landing.

“i thought i told you not to practice!”

you freeze mid step as kenan marches back in, the plastic cup in his hand slightly squashed.

your boyfriends eyes mark over you like a trained sniper. it only takes a second to look at your posture: weight shifted onto your good leg, the tiniest grimace from landing, for him to act.

“decision made. we’re going home.”

kenan swoops in and cradles you against his chest in one lift, his arms protectively locked under your legs and behind your back as if you weighed nothing.

if that wasn’t hot enough, him shirtless was.

your boyfriends muscles flex against your smaller frame, warm and solid like stone under silk.

“wait—kenan! i need to practice!”

“not with that knee you aren’t,” the man mandates, calmly, firmly and with absolutely no room for negotiations.

“i’m serious! kenan put me down!” you order, squirm and fidget but it’s useless. his broad arms only tense around you tighter, being careful not to jostle your ‘bandaged’ knee.

“nope.”

he strides towards the door like it’s a done deal; you half-amusingly swat his shoulder, but you can’t even help laughing a little at how serious he is about this.

he’s ridiculous. seriously overbearing.

then again, he’s also yours.

“i hate how strong you are,” you mumble into his neck, defeated.

“i already know that baby,” he says smugly. “but i’ll keep on carrying you until you finally admit that i’m right.”

🔖🏷️: @n0vazsq @hearzdiarx @paucubarsisimp @diarieeeelils @joaosnovia @httpsdana @universefcb @madamsoulette

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solar4seekstron · 5 months ago

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New Recruit

TFRescue Bots!Heatwave x Cybertronian!Femme!Reader

Introduction Movie/Series Oneshot Masterlist

Content: 16+, Heatwave is a bbg in this because he’s my bbg <3

TW/Tags: Reader is adorable, mention of gender transition, couple characters ate homophobes, heatwave and reader are being school crushes to each other. Better love story then i did lol

Notes: We all know Hightide and Optimus are good friends so Heatwave is pretty young. At least in here if I’m wrong. So how cool and interesting would it be if reader was Hightides daughter but she chose to be neutral and just visited the Rescue Bots to check up on them. But ends up falling in love? Hehe. Reader is a couple inches shorter then Heatwave.

It was like any other day for the Burns. The Rescue Bots doing their usual job while Heatwave decided to one day go out on his own.

The city already knew about him and the others being alien robots.

So driving around and people waving at him when they passed by was still something he was getting used to.

So imagine his surprise when he sees a femme but.

A femme bot who had no insignia of Autobot or Decepticon. A bright smile on her dermas while giggling at what a lady with her child was saying.

Yes, he was staring at you with an open intake out of mostly shock and surprise.

You had a few good scratches in your frame. You had a long sword in the holder on your hip. Your frame is bulky but also slim at the same time.

He can tell you’re both strong and fast. Your colors a bright red mixed with green. Somehow making it work.

He stared at you from behind one of the large buildings. It was a good distance since you were at the beach.

A bright smile on your dermas even when you waved goodbye to the woman and her child.

You pulled your mouthguard and visors back on. Which made you look a little intimidating. You start to walk towards the city.

Heatwave got fully behind the building. Feeling his spark race a little.

He then looked down when he noticed a couple staring up at him. The man with his husband then chuckles before speaking.

“Don’t worry. I got scared and nervous too when I saw my first love.” The man said turning to his husband at the last word.

The husband smiling. He too speaking. “You got this buddy.”

The couple then walked away. Heatwave just watched them walk away while remaining still. He then looks forward with wide optics while his mind races.

Both were unsure of what the two meant while at the same time understanding what they meant. He got a bit lost in his helm until someone poked his cheek gently.

“Hello?” You asked casually.

Making him flinch and back up with his arms and cervos up ready to fight.

You then put your cervo to your chin. Your other cervo was on your hip while your mask and visors remained on.

S smirk of course under your mask. Heatwave then since stood a bit straighter before soon gathering himself together. Placing his cervos on his hips nervously as he cleared his throat before speaking.

Only for you to beat him to it.

”You must be the one called Heatwave. Correct? Name’s Y/N. You might’ve met my Sire Hightide already?”

You said casually. Heatwave was taken aback a little. “Uhh.”

He looked you up and down. You’re his sparkling?? He thought to himself.

You let out a soft chuckle that caught his attention once more. “My Carrier always had a taste for “larger bots” if you know what I mean?”

You continued. Before looking around then back at him.

Heatwave just blinked. You tilted your helm. “So, was I correct. Heatwave?” You were about to poke his cheek again until his cervo held your wrist.

Catching you by surprise a bit.

He cleared his throat once more before finally speaking. “Yes, I am Heatwave. And if you are Hightides er- sparkling.

How come you two look nothing alike? Besides optic colors.

He kept holding your wrist while you just stared at him. You let out another chuckle. “Well, you see heatwave.” You politely pulled your wrist away.

”It’s called a transition.” You started to walk towards the base. Already know thanks to Optimus. Heatwave realized this and started following you. Standing in front of you up to when you finished talking.

”I was once a big and bad mech just like my sire. But primus was it tiresome to just be that. It never felt right anyway. So changed up to what made me more comfortable and do what I do. Which is fight when I need to and travel to where ever boss bot needs me to go.”

Heatwave spoke. “So that’s why you….oh. I- I’m sorry I-“ You interrupted.

”Now what are you sorry about? I’d say my new look is pretty great. Wouldn’t you say?”

You said the last sentence while both your visors and mouthguard came off.

You looking at him with soft optics. Heatwave felt himself almost blush. Before turning his helm away and his cervo covering his face as he spoke. “N-nothing. Is there a reason you’re here? Like actual? I-I mean uh.”

“As usual when Prime is too busy, he’ll send a bot to come help out the Rescue bots whenever he can. Which I’m sure is a constant thing for you and the others.”

You said in a bit more of a serious tone. Heatwave responded.

“Yeah, so you just visiting or will…?” You let out a soft chuckle. Giving him a warmer smile.

“Like me already hm? We’ll see. I’ll be staying for a few days if that’s alright. Not sure if I’ll see Hightide while I’m here. But we’ll see.”

You said the last part with a bit of discomfort. Heatwave raised an optic ridge before realizing why you said it like that. You noticed and let out a deep chuckle.

“I’m a neutral. Never wished to join whomever. We’ll all end up at one place at the end of one day at some point. Something my sire wasn’t too happy to hear long ago.”

Heatwave just stared at you. Then gets an idea. Slowly he placed a cervo on your shoulder.

A small smile on his dermas. speaking once more.”Well, I’m sure the team will be happy to meet you. Even if it’s the first time.”

This made you feel a little better. You glance down at the ground for a moment before looking back at him.

A small blush appeared on his cheeks. he turned away again and let out a deep chuckle.

“We should start heading to the base now. It will be dark soon.”

You just nodded when he looked back at you.

You both walk over to the base. Getting to know each other along the way. He then helps introduce you to the others.

—————————————————————————

A couple of months have gone by since then. You’d help with missions. You and Blades got along very well. Between then when you met Heatwave.

Chase seemed to like you because you’d watch those comedy shows he likes. And Boulder..

You two were pretty chill.

One day though. While you and Heatwave were hanging out in the base as the others were out for patrol.

Both you and Heatwave sitting on the couch. Having finished speaking to Optimus on the TV earlier about your mission.

You sat casually and more like a typical lady would. Your cervos on your lap while you watched this action movie Cody wanted you both to check out.

Something about two witches becoming friends. The songs were good you’ll admit.

There was some good distance between you both. You kept watching with a smile. Not noticing the glances Heatwave would give to you.

His cervos were originally on his lap before sitting on the couch on his sides.

Your smirk grows a bit wider. Yes, you had a small crush on the guy. And thought why not give this relationship a try. Maybe he likes you back.

Casually, well as best as you can. You placed your cervo a bit close next to his own.

His optics constantly glancing from the TV back to his and your cervo. He tried thinking fast. Maybe starting up a conversation will calm his nerves.

”So uh, what do you think of Griffen rock? Pretty nice to live at.” He turned his helm towards you. You then look at him.

“Yes, I really like it here. Optimus never told me how entertaining it can be when hanging out with the bots. Along with how kind the humans of this planet are.”

You continue to glance at Heatwave. “I might even start calling this my new home. If your bots will have me?”

Heatwave rubbed the back of his helm as a small smile appeared on his dermas.

”We’d….”He hesitated. Looking at your cervo next to his. And so with a deep breath. His cervo went over your own gently. Looking into your optics once more as he said.

“We’d love to have you stay with us.”

You faced him fully. Your smile grew wider as you both just stared at each other, both with smiles on your dermas.

After what felt like minutes was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the alarm.

Causing you both to stand until you both got a call through the comm by blades.

”Sorry for the alarm guys. But uhh we have a Decepticon issue in the city.” You and Heatwave looked at each other. Heatwave then responding. “We’re on our way.!”

You both making it into the city together.

Soon you both see what appears to be a pink decepticon. Wait is that? Oh no. You thought to yourself with an annoyed expression.

Standing there fighting against the others while the humans evacuated was no other Glowstrike.

A femme you weren’t too happy to see. Your visors and a mouth guard soon on. Heatwave glanced at you while his fists were up. He then asked.

“Old pal of yours?”

”Something like that.” You responded. She was able to easily put the others down with causality. That is until she noticed you and Heatwave.

Making her way over. You then spoke, only loud enough for Heatwave to hear.

”Heatwave let me handle her. I’ll be fine but you won’t. She always has a trick up her sleeve.” He glanced at you as he responded. “Y/N what are you talking about? I can’t just leave- “

He’s interrupted by the pink femme.

”My my I’ll admit. Having all these mechs to yourself on this island makes me a bit jealous. Too bad you have them much longer femme.”

Good, she doesn’t recognize you. Heatwave was a bit confused. “Y/N we can take her, I’ve seen you fight before!”

”Y/N?” She looked at you confused. Then recognize your optics. Her expression soon turned angry. “YOU! So this is where you went?! And why do you look like that!?” You just rolled your optics.

”I got a makeover. To look better than you!” You ran throwing in the first punch. She didn’t block it in time. You then yelled telling Heatwave.

“Heatwave call for Bee. Tell him one of his Decepticons got here.” He nodded ding say while you kept Glowstrike down. Luckily her being surprised seeing you caught her off guard.

She started to yell slurs and tried to get out of your grasp. But you had a strong grip like you did before your transition.

Heatwave calls Bee while he puts her in cuffs and this neck cuff to weaken her.

You both waiting for Bee and one of his team members to come get her. You then help the other up. Boulder and Chase heading back to base.

She did hit them pretty hard. Blades shooting to stay so he can see Bee.

As your three wait. Having knocked out Glowstrike. Heatwave started speaking, his voice full with a little bit of concern.

”So..if you don’t mind me asking. How did you and this femme know each other?”

Your visors and mouth guard go back so your face shows. You then spoke to him with your sweet tone as always.

“We were uhh…exs before my transition. She too was into bigger bots..” You giggled nervously. Heatwave just stared at you with a soft smile.

”She… didn't wish to change her ways after the war.” You let out a small sigh. “Pretty much.”

You looked away for a moment unsure of what to say. Heatwave's smile went away as he looked away as well. Until he noticed blades with an angry expression at him.

Blades then gestured towards you for Heatwave to do or say something. Being the wingman that he is.

Heatwave took in what the humans said a deep breath. His face shows determination as he turns to face you fully.

“Y-Y/n I know it’s been only a couple of months. But I was w-well wondering if you’d.” He let out a groan. You have turned to face him as well. Your optics connect once more.

”I-I wish to ask if you’d like to.” He’s then interrupted by a booming voice. “Well, well look at who decided to come to my island!”

Hightide yells in a not-so-excited tone. Walking out of the water so casually. You, Heatwave, and Blades looking at Hightide's direction. Heatwave noticed your expression.

You were trying to keep it together as you crossed your arms.

Hightide made his way with his usual frown when he looked at you. Getting close enough once he spoke once more.

”Let me guess, Optimus sent you here to help out the Rescue Bots. Out of all the bots.” You remained silent. Hightide only got more upset. “Still giving the silent treatment. Something a part of your true self as well?-“

”That’s enough Hightide. They’re here to help us out. Is there an actual reason you’re even up here?” He stood fully next to you. You glanced at him a little surprised.

But a small smile soon formed on your dermas while Hightide then spoke.

“Just had to see how much smaller my sparkling decided to make himself. I see as small as his carrier.” His words hurt you. Though you did your best to not show it,

Heatwave only got more and more angry. Talking over Hightide with a more angry tone.

“You don’t speak to her like that! She is a femme and you should respect that!” Hightide was taken aback. “If you have such a problem with her being here with us to help out.

Then take it up with Optimus Prime!”

Hightide was confused. “I never said anything about-“ Heatwave has made his way to stand in front of Hightide. His voice was rougher showing his anger. “Take it. Up. With. Optimus.”

Hightide just stared down at him before looking at you. Then looking back at Heatwave. Letting out a huff after a moment and turns back.

Walking over back to the water without saying another word to you. You watched as Heatwave turned around and walked back to you and Blades.

Blades having a fan moment. That’s when Bee and Strongarm finally arrived to take away Glowstick.

You and Heatwave remain quiet with each other. At first, he thought you were maybe mad at him. But when he glanced at you while Bee and Blades didn’t flirt with each other.

Heatwave noticed a smile on your dermas. You were looking at him before looking back at the others with a smile.

All that’s needed is to tell Heatwave that he did good. The day carried on as it days every day after that. And that there was just a good start to your friendship taking the next step to become even more.

This was going to be a good year for you both.

This is SO fun to write. I can honestly see Heatwave being a little nervous bit and I enjoy that first love at first sight trope, sue me. I hope you guys enjoyed this sorry to Hightide fans for making him a bit of a jerk here. It just fits with the Tory.

Anyway, I hope to see you guys in the next posts, and as always a repost is always appreciated! And hope you guys have a good rest of your day! See you all Tuesday!

#transformers #x reader #transformers x reader #rescue bots #rescue bots heatwave #heatwave #recsue bots x reader #cybertronian reader #cybertronians #heatwave x reader #tfrb heatwave #tfrb heatwave x reader

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duvetchico · 27 days ago

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Write me play minecraft w my baba karina 🥺👅😈🤤

chickens and bitches

summary you're just minding your own business until jimin forces you to play minecraft with her as soulmates ha ha ha ha

genre PLATONIC (die die die) / fluff / crack / friends to lovers (?)

pairing yu jimin x fem!reader

masterlist.

you were peacefully in bed, about to knock out, when jimin—your longtime friend and eternal thorn in your ass—texted you.

“get on minecraft. now.”

you replied, obviously, with “go touch grass whore”

and she hit you with a “u scared or sum? thought u were good at this game?”

…and that’s how your night derailed into a pixelated descent into hell.

“bro i don’t even remember how to open my inventory,” you mutter into your mic, respawning for the fourth time.

“press e. jesus christ,” jimin laughs, already in full diamond armor with a base that looks like it came out of a build battle on crack. she’s been playing nonstop for a week. you’ve been playing for six minutes.

“why are you built like a tryhard. you have a chandelier made of GLOWSTONE??”

“it’s called aesthetic, peasant.”

you shove your mic closer to your mouth and scream directly into it.

an hour in, you’re arguing over which biome to settle in.

“desert base,” you declare.

“hell no, you’re gonna die from husks. swamp or bust.”

“swamp is UGLY. literally moldcore.”

“moldcore is in.”

you glare at her stupid little pixel avatar and build a dirt penis on top of her house in protest.

she retaliates by filling your mine with lava and leaving a sign that says “skill issue.”

“bro if u kill my sheep again i will come to your house irl and unplug your router.”

“you named it jimin’s mom. it had to die.”

“say sike rn.”

at one point she logs off for five minutes and you take this golden opportunity to fill her house with chickens.

she logs back in, freezes, and you hear her mic crackle.

“…y/n.”

“hm?”

“i have 94 chickens in my kitchen.”

“they’re friends.”

“i hate you so much it physically hurts.”

“love u too bbg.”

2:53am.

you both somehow end up mining side by side like old married bitches.

you’ve been silent for twenty minutes—just chilling, occasionally shrieking when a bat flies by. jimin’s humming to herself. you feel weirdly… peaceful.

“why do u always hum that one song?” you ask, yawning.

“dunno. it reminds me of u.”

“…cringe.”

“shut up.”

“…u still have chickens in your kitchen btw.”

“y/n I SWEAR TO GOD—”

3:20am.

you die in lava.

again.

you slam your desk. “THIS GAME IS BULLSHIT I WAS SHIFTING.”

“did u panic and hit spacebar.”

“…maybe.”

“bozo.”

you glare at your screen. “why are u so good at this. are u secretly a twelve-year-old boy.”

jimin giggles, and you can literally hear her smiling through her mic.

“nah,” she says, soft this time. “i just like playing with you.”

your heart stutters.

you stare at her pixel character.

a dumb little steve with a flower crown.

you swallow. “you’re gross.”

“you’re cute.”

“BITCH—”

4:00am.

you’re both half-delirious and building a giant heart out of red wool for no reason.

“why are we doing this,” you ask, stacking blocks wrong and immediately breaking them.

“team bonding.”

“we’re not a team.”

“we’re soulmates.”

you freeze. blink. almost fall off the ledge.

“what?”

“IN THE GAME. like. platonic building soulmates,” jimin says fast, tripping over her words.

you don’t answer.

she doesn’t either.

you both keep building.

4:27am.

you’re sitting on a hill watching the minecraft sunrise, side by side. jimin hasn’t said a word in a while.

you open your mic.

“…hey.”

“hm?”

“do you actually think we’re soulmates?”

silence.

then jimin says, barely a whisper “i don’t know. maybe. i just know that whenever you’re on, the game’s more fun.”

your throat gets all tight. you sniff.

“you’re so fucking corny bro.”

“you love it.”

“…yeah. i kinda do.”

5:01am.

your minecraft avatars are standing on top of the red wool heart.

you type in the chat:

“bestie u tryna kiss rn or what”

jimin types back:

“irl or in minecraft”

“yes”

“get in the boat”

she places a boat.

you both sit in it.

neither of you say anything.

but both of you are smiling like idiots in real

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trancylovecraft · 5 months ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ WANDERILLUSTREOUS!: Chapter Two!

(YANDERE GENSHIN VARIOUS x READER)

[F/N] [L/N], A twenty-two year old college student goes about her mundane life. Most people would describe her as content, And maybe [F/N] would've described it as such too- Her life. Over and over again, Day after day, The cycle never stops. That is, However, Until she suddenly drops into Genshin Impact out of nowhere. In any other case, [F/N] might have been glad to be there. In a fantasy land where she had only ever visited in her dreams, With a feeling she couldn't describe flooding her entire being. However, [F/N] couldn't be further from excited.. She had never played Genshin in her life. [F/N] threw her head into her hands, Holding back the urge to scream. “I’m absolutely screwed, Aren’t I?”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚AO3 LINK *ೃ༄

GENDER: Femme LIST OF YANDERE'S: https://pastebin.com/ErsuA2cz SONG: RISK, RISK, RISK! - Jhariah NOTE: alr tag list added! if you wanna be put on it, feel free to ask in the comments. otherwise, ty <3 TAG LIST: @mfei-fei

PREVIOUS PART *ੈ✩‧₊˚ MASTERLIST *ੈ✩‧₊˚˚ NEXT PART *

It was warm, Welcoming, Not the kind of heat that roasted the flesh but instead the kind that embraced it on a summer morning.

Where specks of dust can be seen floating in the air, Illuminated by the streaming light of a cottage window. When birds began to sing from the lukewarm branches of their homes, The kind of picturesque scene only seen in fairy tales.

When bread would be lain on the sill to cool, The aroma of baked gluten flooding through, Filling the lungs with life.

[F/N] wondered if it was normal to feel this good.

Her eyes were shut. But from what little light shone through she could tell it was morning.

Or at least afternoon, When the air was still warming and fresh. Her body was relaxed, Like she had melted right onto the surface she was laying upon.

[F/N] breathed out.

“Hmm.. The bruising seems to be rather mild, Thankfully she didn’t seem to hurt her head too badly..!”

“That’s good! When I found her laying there I had thought the worst..!”

Huh?

What was that?

“Ah.. It appears we’re out of water..”

“No problem! I’ll go get some, I’ll be right back!”

[F/N] shifted in her stupor, Her body numb, Fingers twitching.

It felt like trails were being gently drawn across her forehead. Fingers, They were fingers. Someone was running their hands upon her head.

But who? The only person [F/N] had met since appearing here was Paimon, And Paimon’s fingers were too small and rather spindly. The person currently caressing her forehead had more of a practised and delicate touch. Like a mother or an older sister. Kind. Gentle as their fingers ran across her skin.

[F/N] groaned, Opening her eyes.

“Eh..?”

Only to come face to face with a pair of massive blue eyes. Widening. Looking dead at her.

“AH!”

[F/N] yelped. Her body jolting like a live wire as she almost shot up from the bed in terror.

THUMP!

“Augh! Owww!” Her forehead smacked against the person. A spike of pain as their heads connected. Accidentally crashing and making whoever the poor person was stumble back from the force.

Their back hit against the wall, A shrill whine of pain escaping past their lips.

[F/N] whined, Grasping her forehead.

“I’m so sorry..! Oh my God, That was my fault..!” She stumbled out, Her words tripping over her tongue as she hurriedly apologised to the person who was now leaning against the wall for support.

[F/N/N] pushed herself up, Sheets shifting around her for bbg gulped, Glancing upwards.

It was a gentle-looking girl of rather petite height, With sunflower blonde hair tied into twin curls flowing down her shoulder. [F/N] blinked. But what was odd was that her outfit was the mix between a nurse and a nun, Rather intricately designed too, A bonnet promoting both holiness and health upon her head.

She seemed to be rather flustered, Her pale skin becoming enflamed both on her cheeks and on her temple.

“Are you okay..?” [F/N] asked hesitantly. Her hands shook as they gripped the soft ivory of the bedsheets, Eyes wide as she watched the girl push herself up to her feet.

“.. I didn’t really expect that..!” Uuh.. My head..!She squeaked out, Her voice soft yet shrill as she rubbed the red spot in between her bangs. She seemed rather shaken up. Other hand gripping onto the navy satiny hems of her dress.

[F/N] stuttered, Unsure of what to do.

Lifting the lapis of her eyes, The girl tried her best to shake it off.

“..Nothing that I can’t handle..! Don’t worry about me..!” The girl comforted, Which was fitting for the featherlight song of her voice. [F/N] breathed out, Her shoulders deflating as she heard it.

Stepping forward, She clasped her hands together.

“You’re finally awake..! That’s what’s important here..” The girl smiled as she approached the bedside. It was genuine, Her joy. With another quick motion, Her knees lowered, Giving a little courtesy. “Tada~! My name is Barbara..! I’m the deaconess here in Mondstadt, I’ve been the one taking care of you here in the cathedral!”

[F/N] blinked.

“Taking care.. Of me?”

“Ah..! Yes..!” Barbara spoke, A look of realisation splashing across her face. “You were found passed out within the forests nearby! Thankfully one of our knights was able to find you and bring you back here to the cathedral for care! You’re lucky you weren’t discovered by any slimes or hilichurls..! It makes me nervous thinking about what could’ve happened to you..”

[F/N]’s head hurt. Had she really passed out in that forest? The last thing she remembered were the winds, Howling and hitting against her face- Catching a glimpse of jaws wrenched open. Sharp teeth protruding. Her yelp as she hit the ground hard began to ring in her ears even now.

[F/N] groaned, Pushing her face into her hands.

It hadn’t even been a day in Genshin, And she had already been knocked unconscious.

“Are you alright..?” Barbara asked, Her eyes batting in concern as she walked around to the side of the bed.

“I’m fine.. Just..” [F/N] sighed, Rubbing her temples. “I’m trying to regain my senses- I.. I guess it’s just embarrassing that I passed out in the middle of nowhere- My head hurts.”

“That’s probably because you hit your head pretty hard..”

The quaint heels of Barbara’s boots clacked softly against the tiled floor as she reached the bedside. It was delicate, Her footsteps. [F/N]’s eyes peeked up from in between her fingers, Watching as Barbara

“You’re okay now, Just remember to take deep breaths..! No need to panic.” Barba

[F/N] paused, Blinking.

“Wait.. Mondstadt? I’m in Mondstadt?”

“Ah- Yes! You are- Huh- Wait hold on now, Be careful! You’re still hurt!”

[F/N] had swiftly shaken off the numbness. Pushing her legs out from under the covers. Swinging them over. Bare feet patting against the chill of church tiles as she lumbered towards a window. Cleanly white curtains covering it, Dancing in the wind of the open window laying behind.

She wanted to see for herself. Her hands shaky as they reached out towards the curtains- Gripping them tighter than necessary.

Yanking them open. The light hitting her face as they slid apart on the railing.

Mondstadt.

[F/N]’s eyes widened, Her hair pushing back as the wind hit it. It was so much bigger than it seemed from afar. Tall buildings made from stone and lumber, Weathered in such a homely way, Blooming mushrooms sprouting from the notches. It was gorgeous, The rejuvenating aroma of hyacinth and amaryllis flooding into her lungs.

The tall winding wings of the windmills churned in the air, Pushing, Cutting through the air as they steered through the vigour of the wind. Moss and flora seemed to flourish here too, Growing from the houses- The buildings. Climbing across the walls, Birds nestled atop the roof spines.

People themselves walked through the wide, Winding streets. Happily chatting away to one and other, Their attire something straight out of a history book and their voices light and airy. Baskets of bread and fowl in their arms. Groceries. The smell of marketplace goods radiating from somewhere else within the walls of the city.

[F/N] breathed in, Wind fresher than anything she had ever seen before. Fresher than the fruit in the bound-to-be stalls. Fresher than the flowers bloomed from the pots, Spread across the entire nation.

“Is everything okay in here?”

[F/N] didn’t even register the unfamiliar voice call out from behind her, Too enraptured within the scenery just outside. [F/N] blinked, Feeling the vitality light up her skin.

However, Hands gently grasping her shoulders brought her back to reality, Softly tugging her away from the window.

“You need to lie down..! I still need to check if you’re going to be alright with that head wound..!” Barbara scolded as firmly as she could, Shepherding [F/N] back towards the single bed within the quaint little room. An infirmary, Maybe. Perhaps one of the extra-rooms.

“Ah.. Sorry..” [F/N] mumbled sheepishly, Allowing Barbara to bring her back to the bedside, Sitting her down on the edge.

“Well at least you’re doing alright now..! You have your energy at least!”

It was that unfamiliar voice again.

[F/N] turned around, Eyes wide as they lain upon a figure standing in the doorway. It was another girl of fair height. Hands on her hips and grasping the red of her archer-esque uniform, A matching ribbon crowned within the fluff of her hickory hair.

Her honeyed eyes looked over at [F/N] with a sense of relief. A smile spread across her pale lips as she held what seemed to be a pitcher filled with water, Sloshing around and trickling down the rim.

[F/N] recognised her.

As soon as the girl noticed [F/N]’s gaze, She stepped forward. Grasping the pitcher she quickly set it down on a small table to the side.

She almost hopped forward. Prideful smile on her face as she approached the bedside.

“Outrider Amber for The Knights of Favonius, It’s nice to meet you now that you’re up and awake!” The girl, Now Amber, Greeted her. Hand outstretched in greeting. “I’m the one who found you out there in the forest while I was doing my scouting! You’re lucky you ”

Ah. The Dragon. It would’ve been nice to have that warning a little bit before she almost got swallowed whole by it. [F/N] sighed under her breath. She supposed there was nothing that could be done about it.

Grasping Ambers hand, She shook it.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Amber. My name is [F/N]..” She greeted, A sheepish smile on her face. It felt like Deja Vu, Doing this. She had already done it before- Just in a much lighter setting. “Thanks for helping me out, I’m sorry if I caused you any trouble on getting me here..”

“None at all! It’s my job as an Outrider to help people in need!” Amber replied proudly, A grin on her face.

Amber was a nice person. That was something [F/N] noticed as they continued to talk amongst themselves. A rather awkward conversation. Amber explaining how she had to call for help just to carry [F/N] into the city, Apologising for her lack of brute strength and for the way [F/N] deflated in embarrassment.

[F/N] had taken the cool glass of water that was offered to her. It was only once the cool water hit her tongue that her headache began to subside, Her breathing begin to slow in accordance to her heartbeat.

Barbara had smiled and thanked Amber for her help. Asking her to step outside for a few minutes.

Amber had quickly obliged. Calling that she’d be right outside as the door slid shut.

“Okay..! Can you tell me your name?” Barbara sat down on the edge of the bed, Clipboard in hand as she clicked the little ornate pen in her hands. [F/N] blinked, Scratching the back of her head as she sat beside her.

She supposed she should have saw this coming, Passing out in the middle of nowhere was bound to bring some questions to the poor people that found her.

“[F/N] [L/N].” She answered calmly.

“Alright.. What’s your age?”

“Twenty Two..?”

“Okay..! Do you know what happened before you passed out?”

[F/N] bit her tongue. The maw of the dragon appearing in mind.

“Not really.. One minute I was walking through the forest and then the next I was waking up here, In.. Mondstadt. If I’m being honest, It’s all kind of one massive blur.”

It was better off this way.

“Hmm.. Alright. Do you even know what you were doing out there in the first place..?”

“..Not really.”

“Alright then.. Now where exactly do you come from, Miss [F/N]?”

“Erm..”

[F/N] bit her tongue.

She could’ve just given some random location from the top of her head, Passing off someplace in her world as some vague little village that was somewhere . But [F/N] wasn’t quite sure Memphis Tennessee would sound very local or real to these people. Or any other place off the top of her head for that matter.

[F/N] gripped the hems of the nightgown she was dressed in. Thinking of the next best option- Her lips thinned, Feigning a rather confused expression.

“I.. I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember?” That raised an eyebrow.

Widened eyes, Too. Barbara gripped the clipboard with a rather concerned look upon her face. Her hand pressing against her chest, As if to quell a beating heart. She set down the clipboard upon the bed, The navy blue of her eyes scanning over her.

“Oh no.. Perhaps the damage is worse than I thought..” Barbara spoke quietly. Nudging closer to [F/N], A hand raising towards her, Fingers grazing against the bruised skin of [F/N]’s forehead. “Are you experiencing any other symptoms? Can you tell me if you have any disorientation? Any nausea?”

[F/N] described all of her symptoms. A headache that had long faded, Nausea that had long been wrestled under her control. Symptoms that would’ve simply just gotten her a trip to the nurses a few years ago, Nothing that would have suggested any permanent damage.

Barbara had written down her answers rather hesitantly on her clipboard. Her grip on that little ornate pen was enough to snap it in two. [F/N] could only admire the dedication that Barbara had to her patients, It seemed she really did hold great concern even for her.

“Hmm.. It's rather uncommon, But it's very possible that you could have some form of memory loss..” Barbara mumbled, Her pen furiously scribbling down on the parchment.

Memory Loss? [F/N] could work with that.

“Memory Loss.. Now that you mention it.. I’m having trouble remembering how I got into that forest in the first place.. Or who I’m related to.. Or where I’m from..” [F/N] tried her best to seem confused. Tried her best to call back to the practised art of getting a day off of school.

Quicken your breathing. Narrow your eyes and appear confused.

Barbara seemed to fall for it rather easily. Lips pushing together in a firm frown.

“I see.. You must feel so confused, I had no idea that it was this bad.” She spoke almost to herself, Thinking over the situation “I’m not sure what I would do if I forgot about my own sister..! We’ll need to move you out of the infirmary to somewhere comfortable.. I would prefer keeping you here in the infirmary but..”

“Huh..? Move me out of the infirmary..? Why’s that?” [F/N] asked, More out of her own curiosity.

Barbara sighed, Brushing the strands of hair out of her eyes. It was if [F/N] had struck a nerve once the words slipped past her lips, And she almost felt bad once Barbara near deflated. Almost tired.

“If I can be honest with you.. Our infirmary is rather crowded right now. It’s why we had to put you in here, In one of the older rooms..” Barbara admitted, Growing rather sheepish. “Thanks to Stormterror and the increasing number of Hilichurl activity, A lot more people have been getting injured and the space we have here in the cathedral is getting.. Sparse.”

Barbara glanced up at her. Quickly recomposing herself with a shake of her head. [F/N] felt bad for asking as she began to speak.

”I don’t think that you’re in any immediate need of help. But I still can’t help but think that we’ll need to schedule further check-ups..” Barbara hummed, Taking one last look at [F/N] up and down.

“Wait.. Uhm.. Where exactly will I be able to go..? I don’t have any money on me and I don’t have a place to stay- None that I remember, That is-” [F/N] said- Half out of embarrassment and the other out of unease for her living situation.

Barbara shook her head, Setting down her clipboard as she finally stood up from the bed. Hands on her hips, She regained her smile, If not a little bit forced.

“Thankfully there are a lot of inn’s in Mondstadt..! Taking care of adventurers is a big part of daily life.. So don’t worry, I’m sure we can find you somewhere to sleep while we figure out where you belong..!” Barbara clapped happily, Her smile soft as she looked down at her. “And don’t worry about the Mora..! I’ll go talk to Miss Amber and see what we can do..! Alright?”

[F/N] agreed, Nodding her head.

It wasn’t as if she had any room to say anything here when she barely understood what was happening to her at all. She watched as Barbara swiftly stepped away, Out of the door, Most definitely going to talk to Amber about her condition. [F/N] could already hear the muffled conversation through the door.

Memory loss. That was her explanation. She wouldn’t be able to explain that she was from a whole new plane of existence, Where all of them were fictional characters on a screen. How could she, A real person, Explain that to them?

[F/N] sighed as she sat on the edge of her bed. All of this still so overwhelming.

⭒❅✸✪✸❅⭒

“U-Uhm.. Are you sure this is going to be okay..? I feel a little exposed in this..”

“Aha.. I’m sorry about that. Once we reach the Inn, I promise I’ll find some better clothes for you to use..!”

“Thank you, But..”

“Don’t worry. I promise you I won't let anyone say or look at you weird! You have my word!”

Well, At least that made it somewhat better.

[F/N] quickly scampered towards Amber. The lukewarm air of the summer morning brushing up against her legs as she ran, The cloth of her nightgown tickling against her kneecaps. [F/N] felt embarrassed, Her hand grasping onto Ambers, Feeling as if she could almost melt under the heat of the sun in that very moment.

It was unfortunate that the cathedral hadn’t anything to offer but the nightgown. [F/N] felt herself shrink as Amber lead her through the open courtyard, Shying behind the girl as she lead her through the plaza by hand.

It was embarrassing. But thankfully there only seemed to be a few folk lingering by the feet of the giant statue, Overlooking the city.

[F/N] felt amazed as she looked at it. How beautifully and skilfully carved, A boy holding his outstretched arms as if to greet the sun, A pair of angelic wings sitting atop the back of his robe. She could barely take her eyes off of it as Amber brought her towards the wide stone steps, Spiralling down to the bottom.

“Don’t worry.. The Inn is only a bit away from the cathedral and The Knights of Favonius Headquarters! So if you need help with anything, Feel free to come find me or Sister Barbara! Trust me, We don’t mind..!” Amber smiled as she began leading [F/N] down the steps.

“Knights of Favonius.. I keep hearing that title getting mentioned. I’m guessing that’s the government around here?“ [F/N] asked. Her eyes focused on not tripping down the steps, The flimsy sandals she was provided clacking against the stone.

Amber shook her head as they continued.

“Hm..I wouldn’t put it like that. The Knights of Favonius are the. We protect the people of Mondstadt and keep them safe! Though we do enforce laws, We aren’t really considered to be a government- As you put it.“ Amber responded as

[F/N] let out a small ‘oh’, A small nod to chase it. As they neared the bottom of the steps, [F/N] glanced around her, Noticing the large and almost ancient-looking building sat beside the steps.

It was much bigger than it was in game, The entire city was. [F/N] just supposed it only makes sense, Considering the fact most games have to downsize their worlds for the sake of storage space.

But experiencing it real time? It was massive .

Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, [F/N]’s eyes remained enraptured on the building. Taking a few paces forward and-

THUMP!

“Woah..!” [F/N] yelped out as she stammered back a few steps. The only thing keeping her steady being the hold Amber had on her hand. Making sure she stayed upright.

Just as the soles of her sandals hit the paved rock of the floor, She had smacked into someone just as they had turned the corner. A tragic occurrence, Really. Especially after this had been the second time today.

“Hm? Now what do we have here?”

[F/N] took a glance up. That voice. It was smooth and elusive, The kind of voice that went down like wine and was just as manipulative on the mind. Eyes wandering, [F/N] took a look at who it was.

Tall. Sturdy shoulders. Toned arms that folded together. Those were the first things she had noticed when looking at him. He had a darker complexion, The mess of his hair was a rather odd shade of denim, Partly covering the eyepatch laying across his face.

“Hm? Cat got your tongue? Aren’t you going to apologise for bumping into me?”

[F/N] blinked, Looking taken aback.

Who used that kind of language? Especially with the snake-oil kind of tone he was using. [F/N] was fully ready to apologise for her clumsiness, But by the way he was acting? She wasn’t sure she wanted to say sorry now.

Thankfully, Amber took the lead.

“Oh, Kaeya- Sorry about that, She’s still a little disorientated.” She apologised just a little sheepishly, A hand on her chest as she stepped beside [F/N]. “Don’t mind us, She just woke up and I’m escorting her to the nearby inn.”

Kaeya? That was his name? He stood there with what could only be described as a stereotypical smirk on his face, The cool shine of his eyes looking her up and down head to toe.

“Just woke up? I can see that..” Kaeya’s hand rested over his mouth, As if to hide his amusement.

Her eyes widened. [F/N] suddenly became aware of her nightgown once again.

“I- I don’t have any other clothes available..!” [F/N] quickly said, Shying behind Amber once more. God, How badly [F/N] wished she could die on the spot.

“Really? You came in with clothes of your own earlier, Though I must say they were rather cute.. If a little strange.” Kaeya observed with a hum. The lack of pastel-pink hello kitty pyjamas being rather blatant.

“T-They’re a bit of a mess right no-” [F/N] paused. Blinking. Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait. How did you know that?”

Amber sighed, Stepping forward as she gestured towards him.

“Ah, Sorry, I should’ve intro.. Kaeya was the one that helped carry you back to the cathedral.” Amber introduced finally, “He’s our cavalry captain, When I first returned to the city for help, He was the one who offered to carry you back here.”

Oh.

[F/N]’s expression could’ve been comparable to a Picasso painting.

“Uhm- Oh- I-” This was the guy that carried her to the cathedral..?! She thought this guy was just some sleaze that found her situation funny, But for him to be the one assisting her out of it? [F/N] felt embarrassed. Even more so when she began to sputter out a poor excuse of vowels that were meant to either be gratitude or apology.

Kaeya’s smirk was filled with mirth, Widening as he watched her struggle.

“No need to get so worked up now, I accept your apology.” Kaeya spoke, His voice as smooth and velvety as it always was. His hands moving down to his hips, “In fact, I wish you luck. That injury on your head seemed quite unfortunate..”

[F/N] looked sheepish, Almost deflating from his tone.

“Y-Yeah.. Uhm.. Thanks for your concern..” She finally managed to make out. Even though he helped her out, His tone was still condescending. It made her feel small and quite frankly patronised.

She wasn’t sure whether to thank him again or commit a felony.

“Well, Unfortunately we probably should get going now! Someone is waiting for her at the Inn and we shouldn’t keep them waiting!” Amber interrupted, Stepping forward with an apologetic look

“Huh..? Someone’s waiting for me?

[F/N] raised an eyebrow.

“Paimon?”

“Yes, Paimon! She seemed really worried about you, But Barbara wasn’t allowing visitors at the time so she sent her off to the inn down here to get a room for you. Paid by The Knights, Of course, At least until you can get on your feet.” Amber explained.

Kaeya nodded.

“Ah, Well. I was hoping to chat a little bit more but I suppose it can’t be helped. Don’t let me stop you, Now.” Kaeya hummed, His eyes trained on [F/N] as they were from the start of this conversation.

“Alright! Safe travels, Captain..!” Amber saluted him before turning around, Beckoning [F/N] along with her as she began to walk the other way- Towards the heart of the city.

[F/N] nodded, Beginning to follow.

“Goodbye- And thank you, Again- For carrying me to the cathedral and everything..” [F/N] apologised once more, Sheepishly swiping off the bead of sweat on her forehead as she began to follow on with Amber.

He hummed.

“It’s no problem.. Perhaps we can catch a drink sometime down at the local bar. I’d love to hear more about what happened to you in the forest over a drink.” Kaeya waved them off, His smile still firm on his face as he took one last look at them.

His eyes connected with hers, Only for a moment.

That shine in his pupils, They didn’t make [F/N] feel good.

“Ah.. Well. That was Kaeya for you.” Amber sighed as soon as he left, Rubbing her temple. “If I were you I’d decline the offer to get a drink with him. Not to be rude, But Kaeya has a tendency to pry into people, Especially when alcohol is involved.”

[F/N] blinked, Nodding slowly.

“I’ll.. Keep that in mind.”

“Good. Fortunately the Inn is just down here, Luckily nobody else will need to see you like this.. Sorry, Again.“ Amber apologised as she began to lead her through the streets once again, Seemingly a bit flustered by the encounter herself.

“Don’t worry about it, It’s not your fault.” [F/N] sighed as she trod alongside her. The silk of her nightdress continued to brush against her kneecaps as she walked. “”

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“Traveller..! Oh, Paimon was so worried about you..!”

The shrill voice of her travelling companion called out into the room. Concerned as she hugged [F/N] tight.

Amber had quickly led her to the Inn, One nearby the city walls. She had waved her off and told her everything she needed to say to the owner inside, Telling [F/N] that she’d be around either later or tomorrow to check up on her. And to figure out what they were going to do about her situation.

The inn was a rather quaint place. The lovely lady within the sawdust-smelling reception was rather accommodating, A smile on her weathered face as she led [F/N] to her room, The one furthest in the back. She had fiddled with the ring of keys on her person, Before finally unlocking the door to reveal this.

A small yet homely little set up, A place you could see in a children’s storybook. It was quaint with only a small table and a bed that took up the majority of the walking-space available. Pushed right beside the cross-window, Letting a quartered-stream of light hit the sheets and the wooden floor below.

It was lovely. The smell of cedarwood and lingering perfume in her nose as Paimon worriedly flew towards her, Taking her into a tight hug, Babbling out worries and concerns about her wellbeing.

“It’s okay, Paimon.. I’m fine, Just a bit tired..” [F/N] breathed out as she tugged Paimon off of her with a small smile, Watching as the pixie began to sniffle. Her big round eyes brimming with tears.

“Are you sure..? Paimon was so worried about you..”

[F/N] smiled, Nodding her head.

“I’m sure.. The people at the cathedral took care of me. Thankfully there wasn’t any major damage..” [F/N] sighed thankfully as she began to move further into the room. Her shoulders slumped, A rather prominent sag in her step as she neared the bed.

“Huh.. Are you tired..?” Paimon asked quietly as [F/N] almost collapsed against the bed. Letting out the biggest groan of her life.

“Yeah.. I’m fine, Just-” [F/N] was cut off by a yawn, A hand moving to fan her face. “-Tired. I was out for like.. A whole day. But I still feel absolutely beat.. Might just be the new environment..”

It was definitely the new environment.

This entire city was stress-inducing. It was big and robust, The sights were beautiful but most importantly it was a lot . A lot to take in and a lot to compute in her head. [F/N] wasn’t even sure what she was going to do.

Find a way out of Genshin? Try to find a way to live in it?

[F/N] hadn’t gotten this far into the game. She had simply waltzed into the city, Decided it wasn’t for her, And proceeded to just flick through netflix for the rest of the night instead. God. If she had just played a little more then maybe she’d have at least an inkling of what to do.

She sighed. Head pressed against the sheets.

Paimon watched as [F/N] laid back against the bed. It didn’t help that [F/N] was already dressed in a nightgown, Making it even more tempting for her to fall back into a dreamless sleep. And by whatever gods were in this world, She certainly wanted to.

Paimon floated forward slightly, A small frown crossing the pale of her face.

“Are you thinking about your other world..?”

That turned a head.

“What? What makes you think that..?” [F/N] asked, Raising an eyebrow.

Paimon put a hand on her chin, Seemingly in thought.

“I don’t know. Paimon thinks that you’d probably be thinking about why you got here in the first place. Paimon thinks that’s how she’d react if that happened to her.. Paimon would probably want to return to her old world..!” Paimon responded after a second, Watching as [F/N] nodded slowly to her words.

Paimon floated closer, Tilting her head to the side.

“What’s it like in your world anyways? From your clothes, It must be an interesting place..!”

[F/N] blinked, Staring at Paimon.

Her world? [F/N]’s world was just.. Her world. Her normal, Simple world. [F/N] knew that Paimon was just trying to strike up conversation, To try and build their friendship. She had offered to be [F/N]’s travel guide of course.

That and make sure she doesn’t fall asleep already after waking up.

But still. It wasn’t good conversation material. Her world was a rather boring place, Somewhere usually tinted in shades of grey. All day. Every day. Even though [F/N] knew that Paimon would marvel at the differences in their worlds,[F/N] couldn’t help but feel.. Lacklustre.

“..Simple.”

[F/N] spoke after a second. The smile on her face was prominent, At least it was to Paimon, But the look in her eyes was even more striking than her smile. The look that seemed just a bit off, A bit unfocused, Staring right through Paimon.

[F/N] shook her head.

“..Night, Paimon.” She spoke, Chuckling a little as she turned to see the brightness of the day from the window. Quickly shaded as she closed her eyes, Not even bothering to rest her head against the pillow, But the sheets below instead.

Paimon didn’t say anything more, Probably getting the hint.

[F/N] laid against the bed, Listening to the muffled, Quiet sounds coming from the floor below. The warm voice of the reception lady. The creaking of the floor as footsteps outside. And the birds that sang from the tree outside, Nestled upon their branches as they sing their song.

It wasn’t anything like the suburban life she was used to.

And [F/N], At this point, Wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

The shock of appearing in a whole new world, A game, No less. It was beginning to wear off, Leading to feelings that [F/N] simply couldn’t recognise, Ones that began to sizzle and rise up within her.

[F/N] breathed out, Her heartbeat slowing. Paimon’s question began to echo in her ears, A sour taste to end her day.

What was her original world like?

[F/N]’s body went still.

Compared to Genshin, What was there to say?

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Wake up. School. Eat. Work. Home. Sleep.

[F/N] was rather used to routines.

Waking up and getting ready for school was to be expected. Getting a bite to eat from the nearby food stall by her college was also a given. And when she arrived at her part-time job she knew she’d retreat to her room as soon as she arrived home. To scroll on her phone until she couldn’t be bothered anymore, Until she slid it onto her nightstand and shut her eyes only to wake up and do it all over again.

From what friends she had, They described her content. A person who could find happiness in the most mundane of things, Whether it be a new kind of dessert to try or new shirt, All of that was considered to be enough for her. They called her a simple soul.

Simple.

Why did that word leave such a sour taste on her tongue?

Wake up. School. Eat. Work. Home. Sleep.

Growing up, [F/N] had a stable group of friends.

It was nothing to write home about, Really. A normal-sized group of normally kind people. The kind of friends you sat at the lunch table with to complain about Mrs. Tilcher’s excessive amount of homework for the third-time that month.

Was it wrong of [F/N] to say she wished they talked about something else for once?

[F/N] barely even remembered how she got introduced to this group. Maybe she had hit it off with one of them a while ago and things spiralled from there, Who knows? [F/N] didn’t. But she choked out a laugh anyway to the joke that sounded like it had been said a thousand times before.

Over and over and over again.

[F/N] couldn’t take this much longer.

Wake up. School. Eat. Work. Home. Sleep.

[F/N] often took the bus to school like many others in her boat. That one, Massive boat. She preferred the back where it was quiet, Where she could silently open her busted up laptop and get a few extra words in on her essay before she arrived at college.

However, Something was different today.

Her laptop sat closed atop her thighs as her face pressed against the glass. Cold. The rough vibration of the bus sure to give her a headache later, Yet she kept it pressed firmly against her temple. Throbbing. Hoping it would give her the dull ache to annoy her through the day.

Anything. Anything at all.

Anything different from this.

It didn’t matter if it was pain or pleasure. Vice or Virtue.

She needed it. She so desperately needed it.

The words of her friends replayed in her head in tandem with the rumble of the bus. They seemed so revolting looking back on it.

A simple soul? Her?

[F/N] gritted her teeth.

The worst part was that they were right.

How could she be called anything else when this was all she’d ever known? When going by day after day with thousands of others just like her, Could she be called anything else? [F/N] craved what she couldn’t have, And even then that could be said for millions in the sum of humanity.

Normalcy. If there was ever one thing she hated, It was normalcy.

That same feeling. Over and over again was like torture. Iron on a chalkboard. Human skin rubbing against a grater. Even feelings like happiness, Sadness, Anger, Devastation, Fear- All of them blended into the same brand of normalcy no matter how potent.

All of them- All of them weren’t enough for her.

There has to be some other feeling than this.

Some other feeling than this..

Wake up.

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“H-Hey! Traveller! Wake up, Wake up..!”

A voice cut through her stupor, A loud, High-pitched voice.

Like a knife. It felt like she was being pushed, Small hands tapping frantically at her shoulder all at the same time. The sound of the birds that was prominent before were now long gone, Replaced by what sounded like people- Dozens of people- All of them yelling for some reason.

What reason? [F/N] didn’t know.

“Paimon..? What’s wrong..?” [F/N] mumbled out through her sleep. Eyelids heavy and her body numb, Feeling like mush atop the bedsheets. She couldn’t fathom why Paimon was so panicked, Why Paimon was trying so desperately to wake her up.

“C-Come on..! We gotta- Mondstadt- The dragon-”

[F/N]’s eyelids fluttered.

What?

“Paimon.. What are talking about..?” [F/N] yawned as she stretched, Rolling her shoulders as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. For some reason it felt like the bed was rocking, Like the room was rocking. Why? [F/N] groaned. Almost falling back onto the mattress.

Paimon yelped. It seemed like she was shaking too.

“Stormterror..! Mondstadt is being attacked..!”

That woke her up.

[F/N]’s eyes almost shot open at that. The entire building seemed to be shaking on it’s foundation, As if threatening to tear off at any moment. Stormterror? The dragon? Attacking Mondstadt? The exact place that she had been sleeping in-

It was being attacked?

[F/N] didn’t know what to think, What to do- All she knew was that she had shoved open the door to her room. Feet hitting against the floor. Down the hall and the steps that near broke under the force. She ran past the now-empty reception desk to barge out through the main door-

And Paimon was right.

The skies were dark and furious, Thunder claps sounding out in the distance and by gods it was windy. It was howling. The wind pushing against her making her near tumble over with a yelp.

Leaves darted by her vision, Flying across the expanse of Mondstadt and slapping against her skin along with the fabric of her nightgown. [F/N] tried not to stumble, A hand shielding her eye gave her a look only good enough to see the legs of the locals run away from the oncoming storm.

It was horrifying, [F/N]’s eyes widened to their brims as she saw the peaks of hurricanes in the distance by the statue. Swirling, Swaying. Bits of rubble already caught in their grasp-

And a roar of a dragon in the distance.

A dark silhouette rushing across the clouds.

“Oh, Fuck-!” [F/N] yelled out over the terror of the storm, The noise of several dozen yelling around her as she tried to gather her bearings. Paimon’s voice could be heard too, However it was fast dissolved into the rest of the commotion.

[F/N] gasped.

This was an event in the game- This was the inciting incident, Wasn’t it..?!

Her feet were barely able to stay planted against the ground, The wind threatening to uproot her like a tree. [F/N] tried to figure out what to do, Her eyes darting left to right to try and find and escape route- A solution- Anything to prevent her from being taken by the wind.

“I- I-”

Her voice was barely audible.

“I- We need to get out of here- We need to-” [F/N] tried to yell out over the ruckus, Her voice was loud yet the noise was louder. Paimon grasped onto her arm either out of fear or to prevent being blown away by the gales-

Stumbling forward- [F/N] felt a change in the air.

The wind began to gather, Almost as if someone was guiding it there. A strong gust of wind where it never should’ve been possible to come from- A wind that began to push, And push, And push-!

[F/N] felt her sweat drop as she feel the ground beneath her feet just.. Disappear.

And suddenly, [F/N] was swept into the air.

“AH-!”

She was barely able to scream as she was suddenly launched into the air. The wind impossibly strong, Carrying her upwards.

“Traveller-!”

Paimon cried out from below.

[F/N] felt like she was about to puke as she saw the ground get further and further away. Her body tossing and turning mid-air. The bold lines of the pavement growing more muddled by the minute-

The houses- The buildings- The windmills- Even the gigantic statue of the boy holding out his arms began to become miniature in her vision. People now scurrying like ants through a maze below her.

Smaller and smaller- Until she could draw a line of the city walls with her finger.

Falling through clouds- Or in this case- Crashing up through one was never expected to be this painful. [F/N] sputtered as condensed rain and hail jabbed against her bare arms and legs, Like bee-stings on her skin.

It only stopped once the sky around her turned a crystal blue- Just like it had been an hour ago with only the clouds brushing against her bare feet now.

[F/N] felt the air around her become much more sparse, Her eyes bulging out their sockets as she flailed around mid-air.

“AGH-! W-What the-?!”

“Calm down, I’ve got you. You won’t fall.”

A boy’s voice echoed out from somewhere- Up, Down, Left, Right- It sounded like it came from everywhere. Even from inside her own mind.

“I’m preventing your fall with the power of a thousand winds..!”

He spoke out again. That voice-

It was familiar.

“W-Who are you-!” [F/N] rasped out as she hovered there- The only thing stopping her from falling being the wind pushing against her body, Keeping her steady, If not for a little bit of turbulence.

“That doesn’t matter right now. You can find out who I am later.”

[F/N] wasn’t satisfied by that answer- She wasn’t satisfied about how she was thousands of feet above ground for some unknown reason. Why did it have to be her? Why does she need to be roped into this plot again even after her first encounter with Stormterror in the woods-

[F/N] gasped. She was turning and swaying in the air, Letting out yelps of surprise and fear.

But even then that wasn’t what was coursing through her veins right now. Fear, Surprise. It was certainly there but..

She didn’t know what she felt, To be honest.

But..

“Take a moment to collect yourself then concentrate. I need your help.”

Help..? He needed her help?!

[F/N] sucked in a deep breath of air. The wind was blowing through her hair and her nightgown just like it did when she first arrived here. Not the intensity- Not the sheer speed- No- In the way where it flooded into her skin, Into her pores, Into her very being-

Through the dips in her hands, Through the strands of her hair and the parting of her lips-!

A mysterious voice was requesting her help. Her help. Ringing through her head as she almost feared slipping through the wind’s grasp and crashing to her death.

But..

“I-I..!”

Her voice came out in spikes over the comets of wind passing by her face. Her eyes wide and almost wild as they darted across the expanse of the sky. Her breath was taken from her lungs, Extracted like blood.

Her lips began to take shape. Upwards. In tandem with her body.

It didn’t matter that she could die at any minute. It didn’t matter that she could crash down- Become a scatter of red across the pavement.

This feeling.

That same feeling from the woods, When she woke up dazed and delighted by the dawnlight. Where her eyes were scorched in the sun that she was now ready to burn up in. Like Icarus, Only she was willing.

[F/N] inhaled.

This feeling.

Normal.

It wasn’t normal.

“I-I’m ready..!” [F/N] yelled out across the gales, Her throat hoarse and gravelly. Her body continued to thrash mid-air but she welcomed it, Steadier, Arms raised by her sides as if to let it carry her high.

Below, She could see the outline of the dragon soar right below her. Rising, Higher-

“Alright. Now, Concentrate..! Stretch out your arm and see yourself grasping the wind, Harness it’s energy..!”

[F/N]’s arm lunged in front of her. The sleeves of her nightgown whipping in the wind just as the dragon surfaced above the clouds. Her eyes shut tightly, The gales hitting against her skin-

Focus-!

Hand outstretched, Wind began to gather in her palm- Accumulating like the waves of a whirlpool.

“Like this-?!” [F/N] yelled out over the wind, Her palm honing in on the shape of Stormterror gliding below her.

“Yes-! Perfect! Now let it go-!”

[F/N] did just as he said- Let go.

The wind gathering in her palm began to dart towards the dragon. Shooting like comets and crashing against the feathered-back of Stormterror, Hitting like hail, Solidified and sharp as they jabbed into his skin.

Stormterror bellowed . His wings faltering as he glided across the sky. Blue, Beady eyes stabbing up at the girl responsible for this-

He careened, Turning upwards.

[F/N] gasped. Her eyes shining.

Her hand remained outstretched, Rigid like a doll as wind shot from her palm like hail from a blizzard. The voice was guiding her along as Stormterror’s body continued to lurch forwards, Tilting left and right- Irritated by the arrow-like projectiles hitting it’s back.

It roared and roared- But she didn’t stop.

A noise left her lips, One that belonged to no identifiable emotion. Loud, From the back of her throat as her body steadied itself in the air. [F/N] felt herself almost glide, Untouched by the ground below her-

Just as another arrow pierced the feathers of Stormterror, It let out a roar.

It was bellowing, Loud and ferocious- Gusts of wind pushing back against her making her arms dart to shield her face from the force. It was injured- No doubt- It’s wings beating against the sky- Raising up once before it veered upwards. Wings flapping fervently as it soared higher and higher-

And by the time [F/N] lowered her arms from her face, Stormterror had already disappeared. Dissolving into the sky.

“Thank you. You did great.”

The boys voice rang out again. Appreciative. Yet for some reason it didn’t register in [F/N]’s mind as she felt herself begin to decline, Her body falling, Yet the firm hand of the wind being ever-present on her back to catch her once she neared the ground.

It’s Wanderillustreous!

It was strange, Really. The way she didn’t let out a noise when she crashed through the clouds once more. She didn’t even scream when she saw the ground get closer and closer towards her- Neither did she gasp when the wind caught her, Stopping her fall to death.

A whole new kind of feeling!

Her heart thrummed in her chest like the beat of a drum. The world around her- It became so vivid. Like a strike of colour across a monotone canvas. Like the smell of pastries within a rural village. Like a rising sun clashing against the navy of an early morning sky.

Vomit burned at the back of her throat but she couldn’t seem to care.

Her eyes stung, Dry from the wind.

She inhaled.

Unlike any other, Wanderillustreous!

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Amber’s shoes hit against the large stone steps, The wind blowing through the dark brown of her hair. The wind around her was aggressive and angry, Hitting against her yet it wasn’t as bad as it was just a few minutes ago.

Her bow was slung over her back, Heart pounding.

It had been when she was helping citizens to safety, When she was helping people away from the chaos- When she had looked up into the roaring clouds above her. It was only a glance, Only a small glace- Just one..!

But..

What she had seen- It made her stop altogether.

That figure floating above them all, Before falling from the sky, It couldn’t have-

It couldn’t have been-

Amber came to a screeching halt at the top of the steps, Standing within the cathedral’s plaza.

Her honeyed eyes widened at the figure collapsed by the statue. A rush of sheer panic coursing through her veins.

[F/N] was keeled over, On her hands and knees with a puddle of vomit pooling around her palms. Her head was hung low. Her breathing ragged, Heaving as she tried to catch her breath- Looking like she was going to fall over at any moment.

“[F/N]..!” Amber yelled out, Rushing forward towards her, Faster than she ever had in her entire life as she fell to her knees beside her. Hands rushing to steady her, Wrapping around her back and her torso.

Gods, She looked horrible. She looked like was about to faint. What was she doing up there in the sky? Amber had no time to think about that as her hands began to frantically search across her body, Searching for any sign of injury.

“A-Are you hurt-?!”

[F/N] let out a shuddering exhale.

Her throat burned. Bile dripped from her lips and onto the pavement below, Sullying holy ground. Her elbows trembled and shook, The rocks digging into her bare knees and unsettling the bones beneath.

Amber could only watch as [F/N] lifted her head, Like she was hauling it upwards. Her lip trembling as she spat out more spew from the back of her hoarse throat. It was only then did Amber really get a go-

Amber froze.

That look in her eyes-

It was a look of sheer delirium in her eyes.

“H-Hey.. Can I go again?”

What?

“Hey.. Voice. I-If you’re still listening.. I want to go again. Let me do that again..!”

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Sick Days | N.RK

「pairing」 : riki x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.8k

「synopsis」 : when your project partners ditch their work you are left to pick up their slack, working overtime to get it done before the due date. then to top it off you just so happen to get sick as well but you can't let that stop you so you work anyways. however, when riki catches you he makes sure that you're taken care of and that the project is pushed to the side and of course a few lectures here and there.

「genre」 : fluff and comfort

「warnings」 : some kissing, skinship, cussing, petnames (babe, princess, love...), pretty sure that's it!

「notes」 : this is for my bbg (@rikstar) because I know she hasn't been feeling very well so I hope you get to feeling better my love and that this brings you some comfort and smile to your face <3

It was well after midnight, and you were still perched at your desk, working tirelessly on a project for school. Seeing as all of your partners left you to do everything on your own at the last second so you were busting your ass to try and get it done before the end of the weekend.

"dammit." you groaned, sniffling because your nose was starting to run once more. Dropping the pen in your hand, you reach over and grab the box of tissues that were sitting behind your laptop.

As if being left with all of the group work wasn't bad enough, you had gotten sick. You woke up with a high fever, a runny nose, and a throat so sore you could barely speak.

After blowing your nose, you throw the tissue into the bin next to your desk before grabbing the hand sanitizer. You rub the alcohol gel all over your hands, sniffing again due to the intense smell.

Then you sat in silence, staring blankly at the laptop screen, trying to will yourself to finish it so you could sleep. You ran your fingers through your hair before slouching forward to continue your work, peeking at your notes every so often.

A scream erupted from your lungs when two hands came down on your shoulder, your body twisting around to defend yourself from your attacker. Coughs racked your lungs as you looked up, seeing none other than your boyfriend standing there, a smirk adorning his features.

"Holy shit, Riki, you can't just-" You were cut off by a string of coughs, your body hunching away from Riki.

Worry immediately courses through Riki's mind, hands moving to pat your back softly. His eyes moved around to look at your desk, taking in the papers and pens that were thrown haphazardly around, your laptop turned on with the project presentation still up, and then the tissues that were either in the bin or sitting on your desk in a small pile. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were sick, but his eyebrows scrunched together as he read some of the notes in your notebook. Hadn't that been your partners' section?

Once the coughing fit was over, you inhaled deeply, blinking away the years that had started to brim on your waterline. Looking up, you met Riki's gaze, guilt hitting you like a brick when you saw the mixture of annoyance, worry, and disappointment swirling in his eyes.

"Ri–"

"Why are you doing your partners' part?" His tone came out a lot rougher than he had intended, causing you to flinch slightly. You swallowed thickly, trying to find the words to say because you knew he would lecture you about taking on so much work. However, your lack of response was more than enough of an answer for the tall male.

Reaching over, he shut your laptop, causing you to panic slightly. His hands reach out to grab it.

"Hey! I still need to finish that!" you exclaimed, opening the screen, but Riki shut it once more.

"I came over to check on you because you haven't answered your phone all day," he starts, grabbing the device and holding it out of your reach. I just found you overworking yourself on a group project, but let me guess, they dropped their parts on you at the last second? Not to mention you're sick, y/n." Riki rambled on, walking over to your dresser to set the laptop down.

"Riki, I am fine," you start to say as you stand. However, due to your fatigue and having sat down for so long, your legs felt like jelly, causing you to stumble. Your vision went fuzzy as you fell into Riki's arms, hand covering your eyes because the lights seemed to have grown ten times brighter.

"Yes, because I would consider this fine." Riki rolled his eyes before leaning down, picking up your frail body. A soft gasp fell from your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck to keep you steady, even if you knew he wouldn't let you go anywhere.

"Babe, put me down. I need to finish the project," you whined, your voice coming out hoarse as you tried to get out of his hold.

"No, you've done enough for today," his voice was stern. He looked down at you, watching as you groaned before sneezing. Even if he was upset with you, he couldn't help but find the small squeak you just let out to be the cutest thing.

Without you struggling anymore, he made his way to the bathroom, pushing the door open with his foot and flicking the light on. Walking into the cool room, he sat you down on the edge of the tub.

You watched him with tired eyes, exhaustion finally setting in after being pulled away from your work. Seconds later, the sound of running water filled the room.

"Have you eaten anything?" Riki dried his hand off on his sweats after making sure that the temperature was just right, his eyes finding your dazed form.

Blinking a few times, you move to meet his eyes, and before you can even answer him, the sound of a deep grumble fills the room. Heat crept up your neck, painting your cheeks red but also making you slightly light-headed. Riki couldn't help but chuckle, standing to his feet and stepping in front of you.

"Get in the bath, and I'll fix you something to eat," he whispered softly, bending down slightly to press his lips to your forehead as you looked up at him. You hummed in contentment, his lips lingering for a few moments before he pulled away. "Or do you need my help getting undressed, too?" he teased, causing you to pout, hit his chest with the back of your hand, and grumble.

Once he was out of the room, you carefully stripped out of your clothes and threw them into the hamper. Turning the tap off, you slipped into the warm water, allowing it to relax your muscles and clear your mind.

Not even ten minutes later, Riki was walking back into the room, his eyes falling on your still form. Shaking his head softly, he couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you would have dozed off.

Walking over to the tub, he grabbed the stool that was sitting next to the counter and placed it next to the tub. Sitting down, he carefully grabbed your hair, pulling the elastic out, resulting in your grumbling.

“You can’t fall asleep in the tub, goof.” He rested his hands on your shoulders after running his fingers through your hair to flatten it a bit.

“‘M so sleepy…” You mumbled, pushing more into his hands, his skin warm against yours.

“Well, if you were resting instead of slaving away all day, you probably wouldn’t be so tired.” He teased, causing your bottom lip to jut out into a pout, doe-eyes glancing back at him.

“I needed to get it done,” You huffed but soon relaxed as Riki started pressing his thumbs into the knots in your shoulders, coaxing them to untangle. A soft sigh falls from your lips as your head lays back, Riki’s fingers still working out all of the tension in your neck and shoulders.

“Why haven’t you said anything to your professor?” He asked, pulling you out of your trance-like state.

Opening your eyes, you looked up at him. " It’s pointless. The project is due on Wednesday, so he’d just tell me to figure it out.”

Riki felt an annoyance bubble in his gut once more. It was completely unfair to you to do all of the work, especially when your partners decided to duck out. Shaking his head, he pulled his hands away from your shoulders, listening to the small whine of protest that fell from your lips.

“Well, how about this?” he stood from his seat, walking over to the towel rack. You call it a night and relax all day tomorrow, and I’ll help you with the project on Sunday.”

You reach forward to unplug the tub drain before glancing at him, “Riki, I need to get-”

“No ifs, ands, or buts.” He walked back to you, helping you stand to your feet before letting you wrap the cotton towel around your body. “Princess, you are sick; you need rest. I promise you that the project will be there later.” He cupped your face, bringing your attention to him and resting his forehead against yours. " Okay?”

Letting out a defeated sigh, you nod, “Okay.”

He smiles sweetly, peppering kisses all over your face before leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. You whined, pushing against his chest, telling him that he was going to get sick, but he reassured you that it was fine before pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips.

The both of you then made your way back into your bedroom, and Riki pulled out an oversized shirt and a pair of sleep shorts and undergarments. He helped you pull the clothes on your body, worried that you might fall over and hurt yourself if he left you to your own devices.

“Wanna watch a movie?” He asked as you got settled in the bed, the bowl of soup Riki made for you sitting in your lap. Taking a bite, you nod your head at him, eyes flickering from him to the television that is sitting on your dresser.

After you finished your soup, the two of you got comfortable on the bed. Riki pulled you into his chest as he picked a random cartoon to play. He then glances down at you, seeing that you are already dozing off once more.

Smiling softly, he kissed the top of your head and made sure the covers were pulled up enough. The soft sound of the cartoon characters talking lulls you to sleep, as well as the sound of Riki’s heartbeat.

“I wish you would take better care of yourself, love.” He whispered, not taking his eyes off of your face, not expecting your eyes to open, surprising him a bit.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice trailed on as you averted your eyes, guilt eating at your mind once more. However, Riki was quick to clock it, taking your chin in his hand and pulling your gaze back to him.

“You work so hard, but you have to remember to take time for yourself, too.” He spoke softly, his thumb caressing your warm cheek. “Plus, it’s okay to lean on others in times of need. I want you to know that you can lean on me.” He added, causing you to bite your lip and nod.

“I will, I’m sorry.” You mumbled, a small pout forming on your lips, causing him to laugh lightly.

“It’s okay, but now go to sleep.” He placed his palm over your face, causing you to gasp and smack his hand away with a playful glare, which only made him laugh, the sound like music to your ears.

Shaking your head, you snuggle into his body, lying your head on his chest before drifting off to sleep. You're already feeling a bit better than you had an hour before.

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