#kevin woo reader

[xokaus]

wips??

let’s not talk about how half of these have been in my drafts for months . . . i have a problem. mentally. ima let you know what status they at too so y’all can really vote.

haven’t started. almost done.

not even a quarter way. haven’t started.

quarter way. part one. only have to write the smut.

haven’t started. done, but it’s complicated.

i might have to add a couple more warnings as i write most of them but i tried my best to write general ones that i know will be in there.

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[itsbeeble]

SEEING STARS

SUMMARY: It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of schoolwork for you.

GENRE: smut, fluff, mild angst, crack

PAIRING: Kim Sunwoo x afab!reader (ft. Hoshi, Dino, Sangyeon, Kevin, Eric, Yuta, and Jay (Enhypen))

WC: 9.4k (you'd think i was doing this on purpose)

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: mentions of injuries (concussions, Sunwoo gets sucker punched), Eric slander, Sunwoo slander, Hoshi stirring up trouble, Sunwoo being stupid, car sex/public sex, p in v sex, fingering, mentions of face fucking, marking, hair pulling, attempts at dirty talk kinda? idk if you can even call it that but wtv, i think that's really it

A/N: Part 3 of the collab is out! If you haven't checked out Try Hard or Excitement (written by my beloved Fawn) please do! Otherwise, please enjoy this. Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

In Sunwoo’s defense, everything that happened was Eric’s fault. It was definitely not Sunwoo’s fault that he believed his best friend when he told him that he should absolutely kick a ball at the girl of his dreams so she could bring it back to him and she would fall for him too and then they could live happily ever after. It also wasn’t Sunwoo’s fault that he forgot that he was their university’s star soccer player and that he had really strong legs. 

At least, this is what he tells himself while sitting in the ambulance with you, who is currently passed out with a lump the size of a clementine on your forehead. He’s nervously gnawing at his fingernails, chewing them to nubs with his eyebrows furrowed. The EMTs said that you’re stable, that you just have a mild concussion but they want to take you in and get you checked out to be sure. 

“Are you her…friend? Boyfriend?” One of the EMTs looks at Sunwoo with a curious look in his eye. 

“Friend, just a friend,” he says, but there’s a dark cloud hovering above his head that anyone could see if they tried hard enough. 

“Is there anyone that we can call? Anyone else that we should inform?” Sunwoo shrugs.

“Not that I know of. Her family is across the country so they wouldn’t be any help right now, right?”

“Right,” the EMT agrees. “I suppose you’ll be helping her out the next couple of weeks, making sure no one else is hitting her in the head with soccer balls?” Sunwoo grimaces and nods. 

You’re never gonna like me at this rate, he thinks to himself. God, why did he ever listen to Eric in the first place? What made him think that Eric, the man who spends 90% of his time completely bitchless and watching hentai, would give him good advice about women? 

Now he’s gonna have to deal with student loan debt, lawyer debt, and being single for the rest of his life. 

The first thing you see when you wake up is white. Not, like, a white ceiling. No, your vision is pure white for a few moments, and then you swear that you’re seeing stars. You can faintly, over the pounding of your head, hear someone speaking. The voice is familiar, but you can’t quite place it over the ringing in your ears. 

“…Eric, I swear to fucking god if I ever see you again, I will shove my foot so far up your ass— I don’t care if you thought it would be a good idea! I concussed the richest girl in school, the girl of my dreams mind you, because you thought it would be a fantastic idea to kick a ball at her!” 

You blink a few times, clearing your vision, and you can see a boy to the right of you. He’s wearing a soccer uniform, the same uniform your university’s team wears. You blink again, and now he’s facing you with a nervous smile plastered onto his face. 

“Hi,” he breathes out and you smile at him. 

“Hi…Woo…sung?” You wince at the poor attempt. Of course, you know who he is. Anyone would recognize the star soccer player. Maybe you weren’t positive about what his name was, but you knew him. 

He laughs, but it’s a humorless one that has both of you cringing after.

“Close,” he tells you with a smile. “Sunwoo.”

“Right,” you nod, but the action causes a painful throb to run through your skull. “Fuck, why does my head hurt so much?” 

Sunwoo laughs again, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and avoiding your gaze.

“About that…” his hand combs through his hair, pushing it out of his face despite it not being there in the first place. “I…may or may not have kicked a ball in your general direction, which may or may not have proceeded to hit you in the head and give you a concussion.” 

You kiss your teeth, eyebrows knitting together as you look at him. He begins to ramble, talking about how it’s his friend’s fault, and he really never meant for it to hit you. It’s cute, really, the way he practically falls to his knees and begs you to not sue him. 

“Sunwoo,” you try to interrupt, but it’s like he doesn’t hear you. He’s speaking too fast, too frantic, and you’re pretty sure he’ll faint if he doesn’t pause for air soon.

“I— I will do anything you want, I swear! I’ll— I’ll carry your stuff around campus for you. I’ll take all your notes so you don’t have to look at the screens. Fuck— I swear, I—”

“Sunwoo,” You reach your arm forward, wrapping your fingers around his forearm and his pacing jerks to a stop, his words caught on the tip of his tongue when you lock eyes. “I’m not gonna sue you.”

“You’re—” his voice cracks, “you’re not?”

“No,” you laugh and wince when your head begins to throb again. “Although, I wouldn’t mind if you helped me out with my schoolwork.” 

“I…” he trails off, his heart sinking to his stomach. “Yeah, yeah of course I’ll help you. But— but you really aren’t going to sue me? Because— because I wouldn’t mind if you were that mad at me but I think I would really rather you just have me arrested at that point, you know?”

“I promise, Sunwoo.” You squeeze his forearm, and his cheeks begin to darken with a tinge of pink. “I’m not gonna sue you.”

As it turns out, having the star soccer player around to do anything and everything you want him to is rather convenient. Sunwoo picks you up every day for your first class in his old, beat-up Toyota Corolla. He opens the door for you, hands you a fresh go-cup of your favorite coffee from your favorite cafe (which you aren’t sure how he knows, to be honest), and brings you to each and every one of your classes. It’s almost weird how you’ve gotten used to having him around.

“By the way,” you look up at Sunwoo as you’re getting into his car after your last class of the day. Sunwoo looks down at you, smiling brightly and you can feel yourself starting to melt at the puppy-like look in his eye. “Are you even taking classes this semester?”

Sunwoo tilts his head. “I mean…yeah? I kinda have to, you know, to play soccer.”

“But…you’re always with me these days. Are you not missing your own assignments? Your own exams?” 

“I don’t have any exams during your classes,” he informs you and then shuts the passenger-side door, gently to not hurt your head. You let your body rest against the tattered fabric seat you’re in, waiting for Sunwoo to get to his side of the car. “Plus, I have friends in my classes that send me shit when I’m not there.”

“You skip your classes often?” Your lips curl into a sly smile, one that he returns quickly.

“You know it, babe.” 

Your body tenses just slightly, not enough for him to notice. It was likely instinctive for him to say that, and you would never admit to anyone how the words had butterflies forming in your stomach, pushing against your flesh, and threatening to tumble out of you if he made one wrong move. 

Sunwoo slams the door of the frat shut and presses his back against it as soon as he enters the building. His eyes are squeezed shut, so tightly that he can see stars and it starts to hurt. 

“You alright?” Eric is sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees with a Nintendo controller in his hands. He isn’t looking at Sunwoo, his eyes trained on the fourth Five Nights At Freddy’s game being displayed on the TV in front of him.

“I don’t even want to talk about it.” Sunwoo dismisses, dropping his bag on the floor and tossing his keys into the bowl to his right. “Especially not with you.”

“The fuck did I do?” Eric’s eyebrows knit together, and Sunwoo scoffs as he walks behind the couch to get to the kitchen. 

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you were part of the reason that Y/N L/N is now concussed and probably hates my guts so I’m trying to fix it by helping her out with all of her school work, which is hard as shit, by the way. Did you know that she’s a mechanical engineering major?”

“No shit?” Eric’s eyes flick away from the TV screen for just long enough for him to nearly miss an animatronic approaching him. “I wonder if she’s in any of my classes.”

“Probably not,” Sunwoo sighs, grabbing a glass from the shelf and pouring himself some water. “She’s in Sangyeon’s year so her classes are a bit more advanced than yours.”

“Ah,” Eric bobs his head, tongue wedged between his otherwise tightly sealed lips. Sunwoo watches him play for a moment, wincing at a few jumpscares while he downs his water. “What’s that gotta do with me, anyway? Isn’t this, like, bonding time for you two? Finally land your girl?”

“Well, would’ve been perfect if, a) she hadn’t hated me and b) I didn’t call her babe in the car today.” 

Silence from Eric, and Sunwoo briefly wonders if his best friend had even heard him. 

“Why the fuck did you do that?” Eric pauses the game and tosses his controller onto the couch next to him as he turns around. 

“It was an accident!” Sunwoo defends. “It just kinda…slipped out while I was talking to her. A reflex!”

“You called the girl you concussed babe on reflex?” Eric exclaims in disbelief. “Are you stupid?”

“Says the one who suggested kicking the ball at her!”

“Yeah, well at least I didn’t give the girl of my dreams a concussion!”

“It was your fault!” Sunwoo yells, and Eric scoffs.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever makes you feel better.” 

“He called me babe, Soonyoung,” you’re laying face down on your friend’s bed, kicking your feet in the air behind you with his tiger plushie tucked under your arms. 

“Mhm,” he’s not paying attention, instead focusing on the tiger Lego set that you had given him for his birthday. “Very nice.”

“Ugh, and he’s so sweet too.” You continue to ramble, grinning like a mad woman when you recall the notes he had diligently taken for you despite not knowing a damn thing about Applied Measurements. “Did I tell you about the notes he took for me the other day? The ones that he—”

“—Color-coded and annotated for you?” Soonyoung interrupts, finally slamming down the little pieces of plastic in his hand. You flinch at the noise. “Left little notes about things he found interesting or didn’t quite understand but tried to explain anyway? Yeah, you told me.”

You duck your head, trying to ignore the throbbing. It had mostly gone away, but occasionally loud noises would spike pain through your skull. 

“Sorry…” you mumble, letting your legs fall flat on the mattress. Soonyoung turns to face you, pursing his lips. 

“Y/N, if you like this kid so much then why not ask him out?”

“It’s not like that!” You protest, but a sharp look from your best friend makes you backtrack. “At least, not for him. He’s just doing this because he feels bad for me! And besides, I’m a few years older than him, so wouldn’t it be weird?”

“How is that weird?” Soonyoung inquires, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “He’s of age, isn’t he?”

“Of age,” you scoff and make air quotes. “What is this, the 1600s?” 

Soonyoung glares at you and sits back in his chair. “I don’t care if you’re concussed, I’ll make that lump in your skull bigger if you push me.” 

At his warning, you huff.

“Okay, fine, yes, he is. But it’s weird for me! I’m a senior in college, about to enter the work force if I can get my senior project proposal done, and he’s just a sophomore! He’s the university’s star soccer player, he’s just starting to get ahead. I don’t want to, like, stunt that for him.” 

“Y/N,” Soonyoung rolls his chair toward you with a sympathetic smile on his face. “I can almost guarantee that Sunwoo will not care if you’re a few years older than him. I don’t think he’ll care if he’s just starting college. If I’m being honest, he finds that all the more reason to be attracted to you. Young men love older women— but you aren’t old!” He quickly backtracks before you can cut him off. “You’re not old, and believe me when I tell you that not a single person in the world would be doing this for someone that they weren’t attracted to.”

“Are you sure?” You sit up, wrapping your whole body around the tiger plushie, and Soonyoung nods.

“I promise.”

“Then…how do I get him to know that I…that I’m also attracted to him?” 

Soonyoung grins and you feel your heart drop. 

“Boy, do I have some ideas for you.”

Sunwoo is getting worried. The last four days have been ridiculously quiet for him, his days empty and dragging on without you around him. 

You were avoiding him, he could tell. Whenever he showed up to pick you up from your dorm, someone else was already there. A man, your age and clearly friends with you if the wide smile on your face said anything. You would lock eyes with him, your smile falling when you saw the confusion and hurt in his eyes. You would turn your gaze away and the man would get your door for you, laughing about something you said. 

Then there was the avoidance of his texts. He would ask if everything was okay, how your head was doing, random jokes or comments about things he saw on campus. Things that he would tell you had you been with him during the day. It wasn’t like it was unusual for the two of you to text now. In fact, it was weird when you weren’t messaging each other about something but now…

It’s like you’re trying to block out his existence. 

“I’m telling you,” Kevin hands Sunwoo a case of beer, cutting into the younger man’s frantic rambling. “She’s probably just busy, dude.”

“Then why wouldn’t she tell me?” Sunwoo pouts, carrying the case into the house. Kevin follows with a case of his own.

“Hell if I now,” he scoffs. “You think I have time to psychoanalyze everything rich girls do?”

“I mean…isn’t that your whole thing?” Sangyeon chimes in. “Psychoanalyzing everything about everyone?”

“That’s not the point,” Kevin waves his hand in the air and huffs. “I’m busy enough with my own classes and practices, I can only do so many things at once.”

“Sunwoo,” Sangyeon turns to the soccer player with a stern look in his eye. “This is gonna be one of our biggest parties yet, I need you on top of your game to make sure people are enjoying themselves.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Kim Sunwoo,” Sangyeon grabs Sunwoo by the shoulders with an exasperated look on his face. “If I hear you ranting about the girl you concussed one more time I might just lose it. I’m putting you on door duty for the night.”

“What the fuck do you mean door duty?” 

Sangyeon scans the room for a moment before his eyes land on a metal detector stick that Hyunjae had bought as a part of his last Halloween costume. 

“Here,” He tosses it to Sunwoo and smiles sarcastically. “Use this, make sure people aren’t bringing weapons in or whatever.” 

Sunwoo looks down at the metal detector in his hands, eyebrows knitting together. 

“You’re serious?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Are you sure that your plan worked?” You’re peering up at Soonyoung with a nervous look in your eye when you roll up to the TBZ party. “You’re sure he’s—”

“I’m positive, my dear.” Your best friend pats the top of your head, squinting at the frat house down the road. “I didn’t think this many people were gonna be here tonight.” 

“Sunwoo mentioned that it was gonna be a big one,” you murmur. Soonyoung turns his gaze to you and sighs at the pout on your lips. You look pitiful, to be honest. At least in attitude, that is. 

“Y/N,” you look at him again, “if Sunwoo doesn’t fall head over heels at this party and fuck you until you literally cannot walk then I give you full permission to give me a concussion, just like he did to you. Look at you! You look absolutely stunning!” 

You find yourself smiling at Soonyoung’s words. He’s not wrong, you do look stunning. A loose, short black dress that dips down at your chest to reveal just enough cleavage. The straps are jeweled, glittering under the lights and highlighting the jewelry around your neck. The dress itself stops just low enough that it covers everything but shows enough to tease, and you’re wearing sleek black pumps with an ankle strap so your feet don’t fly out of them (you’d made that mistake before. Never again…). 

“Now,” He claps his hands together and grins. “Let’s go get you your man, and get me a drink.” 

In hindsight, you probably should have known that the party would not have been good for your head. Loud noises had never particularly been something you enjoyed. A lot of people assumed you loved parties due to your financial status, but that wasn’t true. In fact, you were a bit of a recluse. You had only a few friends, though you were nice to nearly everyone you met. Sunwoo happened to be an exception. 

He wiggled his way into your life with that soccer ball, and you truly don’t think you can see a future without him in it, even if he just stays a friend.

The second you walk up the driveway, your head begins to pound, your vision flashing with stars, and you squeeze Soonyoung’s arm tightly to keep yourself from wobbling on your feet. 

Then you see Sunwoo at the door, a large bucket to his right, and a hand-held metal detector in his hand. You can see him scanning people, waving girls in, and then stopping men and pointing at the bucket. You feel a lump forming in his throat when you take in the sight of him. His hair is a mess of curls, the same curls you’d come to love since he gave you a concussion. He’s dressed in a tight-fitting black tee shirt and baggy jeans, nothing fancy but it brings the butterflies back to your stomach in full force. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” The man in front of you scoffs at something Sunwoo said, and you blink yourself back to reality. 

“$5 at the door,” Sunwoo shrugs, “sorry. I don’t make the rules.”

“It’s your frat!” The man yells. Sunwoo quirks an eyebrow.

“Yeah…do I look like the president or something?” The man stays silent and Sunwoo sighs. “Look, I don’t have the time to deal with you. Are you in or not? There’s a line of people behind you, and all of them wanna get in so you should probably pick fast.”

The student huffs, digging into his pocket for a dirty $5 bill, tossing it into the bucket, and shoving past Sunwoo. The soccer player just rolls his eyes and sighs again. 

“Who’s up next—” he chokes on his words when he sees you, his eyes widening and his jaw-dropping. You smile nervously, raising your hand in a tiny wave while Soonyoung throws a few ones into the bucket. 

“I’ll see you in there,” your friend says to you. “Text me if you need me.” Soonyoung squeezes your hand and nods at Sunwoo before walking into the house. You step to the side, letting people move past you but keeping a little bit of distance between you and the frat boy who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet. 

“You’re here,” Sunwoo says, not even looking at the continuous line of people walking into the house without paying. “You’re— why are you here?” 

A sheepish smile crawls onto your face. “Do you…not want me here?” Sunwoo panics, shaking his head rapidly and grabbing your hand in his. 

“That’s not— that’s not what I meant.” He tells you, and you can’t help the warmth in your cheeks. “I just— your head. This can’t be good for your concussion, can it?” 

You kiss your teeth, nodding slowly. “Yeah…Kinda got a little bit of a migraine right now.” You don’t tell him that the concussion has completely healed.

“Let’s— let’s get you someplace quieter, ba— Y/N.” He tugs at your hand, pushing you in front of him and covering your ears with your hand. He leans in close to you, his lips brushing the shell of one ear and you feel your breathing hitch in your throat. 

“Cover your eyes a bit and look down, I can’t block your vision but I can shield your ears a bit, babe.” He lets it slip out this time, and you do as he says. 

Sunwoo walks you forward, and you can see feet shuffling around the two of you. His hands do more than you expected, the sounds around you fairly muffled and dulling the throb in your skull. His body is so close to yours, his legs bumping into you with every step, but he keeps the two of you steady. Someone knocks into you, and Sunwoo says something to them, something harsh that you can’t make out over the noise of the party. He stops walking for a brief moment, now talking to someone else. You faintly hear a name, Chang-something, and then he’s fleeing the scene, knocking into you on his way out. 

Sunwoo steps to your side when you reach a staircase, talking into your ear so you know exactly where each step is. Another person bumps into you, and Sunwoo takes a hand off your ear to wrap it around your waist.

“You can drop your hand,” he tells you. “The lights aren’t flashing over here.” You nod, and you feel his hand drop at the same time yours does. You’re still walking up the stairs and even though you don’t need help anymore, his hand stays on your waist, the touch sending electric shocks throughout your body. 

Sunwoo feels like he’s going to throw up.

Scratch that. Sunwoo is going to throw up. 

He really hadn’t expected to see you here. In fact, he hadn’t expected to see you at all for the rest of his college days. Had you finally decided to sue him? Are you serving him? He hadn’t seen any documents with you, but maybe—

“I’m not suing you, Sunwoo,” you sit on his bed with one leg crossed over the other. Your dress rides up your thighs, something Sunwoo tries desperately to ignore but he just can’t. “You can relax.” 

You can relax, he repeats the words in his head over and over and over again, but he can’t. In fact, his body just grows more tense with the time that passes. Sunwoo tries to look at you, and then he tries not to look at you. There’s a heat in your gaze, and he can’t tell what the emotion behind it is. He hopes it’s not anger, he prays that you haven’t gotten angry with him. 

“Are you—” he clears his throat. “Who was the guy you were with?” You tilt your head and he clarifies his question. “I just— I’ve seen him with you a lot these days so I was just— I just thought—”

“Who, Soonyoung? He’s not my boyfriend,” you tell him and laugh when he visibly deflates with relief. 

“Good. I— I mean that’s— I just—” his face feels like it’s on fire, his stomach churning when you continue to laugh at him. When you wince and bring your hand up, he practically trips over himself to find an unopened bottle of water for you. 

“How’s your head?” Sunwoo asks you, quietly now. You shrug and slide over so he can sit next to you on the edge of his bed.

“Concussion is better, just can’t do loud noises.” Sunwoo nods and you continue. “At the last check-up, my doctor said that I might get some headaches here and there though, at least for a little while.”

“Then why are you here? At a party?” 

“I…guess I just wanted to see you?” You had this all planned out with Soonyoung. Why are you so nervous?

Sunwoo’s eyebrows knit together. “Why would you want to see me?” 

“You’re joking, right?” You can’t help the scoff that leaves your lips, regretting letting it out when Sunwoo flinches and looks away from you. “Sorry, it’s just…there’s no way that you don’t know by now.”

“Know what?” He presses, hoping that you’re saying what he’s been dreaming of you saying since he saw you on his first day at this university. You’re so close to him now, mere inches from him, and he fights every instinct inside of him that says to close that distance. He wants to hear everything you have to say.

You open your mouth to speak again, and there’s a knock on the door. Both of your heads whip around as it swings open, and Sunwoo’s heart sinks when he sees Soonyoung, the man you had entered the building with. He almost looked distraught that he’d entered the room. 

“Hi, so sorry to interrupt. Um…” he looks at you with a grimace. “We gotta go.”

“What?” Your eyebrows furrow. “Why? I was talking with Sunwoo—”

“Yeah, sorry again, but we gotta go.” Sunwoo watches you get up, albeit reluctantly, and you turn to him. 

“I’ll…we’ll talk later, okay?” You smile at Sunwoo, but you turn away before he can say anything to you. 

“Promise?” He calls out, but the door is already shutting behind you.

You really did intend on texting Sunwoo after, to continue your conversation, but ‘after’ turns into two days, and then four, and then it’s been a week, and suddenly it’s almost finals. You know that Sunwoo’s game is today. The last game of the season. He’d raved about it a few times while studying with you. You knew how excited for it he was, knew how hard he was practicing to make sure he was in his best shape. 

“What do you mean he’s about to be taken off the field?” You snap into your phone, scanning the lot around you for somewhere to park. It’s dark out, the lights in the lot hardly working so it makes it difficult to see any free spots. “Fuck, why is it always so fucking busy at these games?”

“He’s missed every shot— DAMN YOU DECELIS. YUTA GET THAT DAMN BALL—” You pull the phone away from your ear when Soonyoung starts to yell, hearing the crowd in the stadium erupt into cheers. “Another point to Decelis Uni. Anyway, no he’s been like…really off in his games, the only reason he isn’t off already is because of Lee Chan.”

“Thank god for him,” you sigh as you put your car into park. “Listen, I just parked, so just give me five minutes to get in there. Maybe he needs a good luck charm or something. Fuck it’s cold out here. Why did I wear a skirt to this damn game?”

“Did you just call yourself his good luck charm?”

“No, I just—” you huff.

“No, you’re right. I think you are because when you guys were talking, he’d been playing better than ever. Things went to shit after my plan.”

“Yeah, thanks for that by the way.”

“Any time, best friend. Get here soon. Maybe there will be a time out and you can kiss him or something.” 

“Yeah, maybe.” 

You shove your phone into your pocket, running toward the stadium as the crowd erupts into cheers again.

“What the fuck is going on with you?” Lee Chan grabs Sunwoo by the shoulder when half-time is called. Both boys are dripping with sweat, exhausted from the game. There had been so much back and forth between the two teams, keeping them tied almost constantly for the past 45 minutes. “You’ve been playing like shit for three games in a row, Kim Sunwoo. This isn’t like you. I’m not afraid to get Coach to bench you if you don’t get your shit together.”

Sunwoo huffs, grabbing his water bottle from the bench and ignoring his teammate so he can hydrate. 

“I’m fine, just not feeling great.” He dismisses. Chan’s lip curls into a sneer. 

“If we lose this game because of you, I swear to fucking god I will get you kicked from the team.” 

“You wouldn’t do that,” Sunwoo rises to his feet and glares down at the team captain. He may be the star player, but it takes more than skill to hold a team together. Lee Chan has that ability. Morals, respect from his teammates, he has everything. That’s why Sunwoo backs down when Chan straightens his posture. 

“You think I fucking won’t? Remember who got you on this team in the fucking first place.”

Sunwoo’s ears start to ring, and he can hear someone yelling his name. It sounds distant, and he swears he’s imagining it so he ignores it. 

It happens again, louder this time and grabbing Chan’s attention as well. Both players whip their heads toward the crowd, and Sunwoo’s stomach drops. 

There you are, shoving your way through the crowd to get to the barrier. People yell at you, and you say something that shuts them up. He’s in awe, staring at you and the distressed look on your face. You wave your hands to get his attention, and Chan shoves him again.

“If she’s why you aren’t on top of your game, you better fix shit right now. I’m not losing this one, Kim Sunwoo.”

“Yeah, got it.” It’s like he’s running on autopilot, walking toward you and then running. There are three minutes left in half-time, so he needs to make this fast. 

“What are you doing here?” Sunwoo grabs onto the barricade and hauls himself up so he’s face-to-face with you, ignoring the people yelling around the two of you. 

You grin at him, a mischievous look in your eye. 

“You don’t want me here?” The panic in his eyes makes you laugh, and you lean toward him. He smells of sweat and grass and your nose wrinkles. 

“I don’t— you know that isn’t what I meant.” He snaps, but you know he isn’t mad at you. 

“Soonyoung said you were playing like shit, figured I’d find out why.” You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him closer to you so he can’t leave before you talk to him.

“I’m just distracted today.” You scoff and he narrows his eyes at you. “What?”

“You’ve been practicing for this game for weeks now, Kim Sunwoo. What could possibly have you so distracted today?” 

He hesitates, and you already know his answer. 

“I don’t have time to talk right now, Y/N.” He’s biting his lip, anxiously flicking his eyes to the clock behind him. You roll your eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t answer you. You knew he wouldn’t give you a straight answer, knew he was too nervous between the game and having you right in front of him to fully focus. 

“Then I’ll make this fast.”

“Make what—” your lips are on his, your hand on the back of his neck to hold him close while you kiss him. His body stiffens and then relaxes, and then his hand comes to your arm to keep himself stable. His face slides against yours, transferring his sweat to your body and you pull back.

“Win this game,” you look into his eyes, but it’s like he can’t focus on you. He looks like he’s in a daze, and you tug at the strands of his hair to get his attention.

“I— yeah, I’ll win.” He promises but he sounds far away. The buzzer goes off. “I— what was—”

“If you win this game, you can take me on a date.” You grin and let go of him. Chan yells Sunwoo’s name and the boy pulls back from you reluctantly. 

“Anywhere I want?”

“Anywhere.”

“Promise?” His eyes are shining when he looks at you. You smile, placing another gentle kiss on his plush lips.

“I promise.”

He’s running away from you now, a new lightness in his feet that had been missing the past two weeks. There’s fresh energy in his muscles, in his bones, and that overconfident attitude that his teammates and opponents despised returns in full force.

“I take it I’m not gonna have to pull you off the field?” The Coach eyes Sunwoo as he jogs by. Sunwoo slows and turns back with a wicked grin on his face. 

“Not a chance in hell, Coach.”

“Can’t believe you kissed him.” Soonyoung nudges you with a grin, and you roll your eyes.

“Why? Didn’t think I had it in me?”

“No, it’s not that,” he shakes his head and lets out a sharp whistle when Sunwoo steals the ball from the opposing team. “He was covered in sweat and grass. Don’t you hate that shit?”

“Worth it,” Soonyoung snorts when you smile at him. 

Since the start of the second half, Sunwoo had already brought their team into the lead by two points. You’d never seen him play before, but everything you’d heard was true. He was fast, agile, and strong. He was a beast on the field, keeping himself just out of reach of all the other players. You can tell the other team is starting to get agitated, starting the get rough with your school’s team. 

You bite at your thumb as you watch the game proceed. Two minutes left in the game, and they’re tied again. You can see all the players getting tired, everyone slowing down. Sunwoo seems to be the only one with the energy to keep going, but even he seems to struggle. 

30 seconds and Sunwoo has the ball again. The stadium has gone quiet and you could swear that you hear the ticking of the clock. 

10 seconds and Sunwoo is almost to the goal, you stand from your seat, and people around you rise as well. Anticipation. Tension. The stadium is filled with it. People start cheering again, the other school starts yelling at their team to move their asses. 

5 seconds and the crowd goes silent. Sunwoo is on the ground, a player from the other team on top of him. Players from all sides are running over, trying to see what happened. The announcers say that the opposing player, Park Jongseong, tackled Sunwoo, his hand unintentionally jamming the star player’s nose. A medic rushes over, but Sunwoo waves them away. You can’t see his face very well, but you can tell by his posture that he’s agitated.

Jongseong is penalized, and his coach takes him off the field for a moment. Sunwoo is set in front of the center of the goal, pacing while he waits for the ‘ok’ from the referee. He glances up at the crowd, and for a moment you swear that he looks at you. For a moment, you swear that you can see him smiling at you, through the throbbing in his face and the ache in his body. You could swear that he’s telling you I’m gonna win this. Trust me.

Jongseong is back on the field, the clock is set. The referee raises his hand, an indirect kick. Sunwoo rolls his neck, jogging backwards to get a headstart. Yuta and Chan are both ready to receive a pass. 

The clock starts.

5

Sunwoo is running. You and the rest of the crowd are yelling at him to run faster. He does.

4

The ball is sailing through the air, Chan and Yuta and all the other players on the field are running for the ball. Yuta gets there first.

3

Yuta kicks the ball, but another player knocks it out of the air. Sunwoo is already waiting, stealing the ball and moving to an open space.

2

Sunwoo kicks the ball and watches it sail through the air. He doesn’t stop running, not when there’s still time on the clock

1

The crowd erupts into cheers, deafening you and you feel Soonyoung grab your shoulders, shaking you and yelling just as loud as everybody else. You feel a yell building in your chest.

0

They’ve won. Sunwoo is being hauled into the air by his teammates, The other team is sulking by their coach. You can’t go to him. Not yet. The crowd is beginning to clear, some people moving from the stands to leave the stadium and chat with their friends, to wait for the team to come out. 

“You coming?” Soonyoung quirks an eyebrow at you but you know that he already knows the answer. A shake of your head confirms his suspicions and he grins. “Go get your man. I won’t interrupt this time.” He makes his way down the stands to the parking lot, and you smile while walking down to the field. The teams have dispersed now, done with talking to their coaches and making their way to the locker room. Sunwoo hangs back, talking with Chan as you walk across the turf. Your heart is pounding in your chest, so hard you fear it’ll burst from behind your ribcage. 

Chan sees you first, jerking his head in your direction and clapping Sunwoo on the shoulder. Sunwoo turns as he walks away, and you can see the way his eyes light up when he recognizes you. 

“I told you I’d win, didn’t I?” He grins at you when you get closer, but you don’t respond. You’re only a few steps from him now, and you take a deep breath. “You okay?”

“Your face is bruised…” you have to force yourself not to jump his bones right there, instead focusing on the blooming bruise on his right cheek. Your fingers brush over it and he doesn’t even flinch.

“It’s nothing,” he reassures you, resting his hands on your waist. “It’ll be gone in a week, I promise. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.” 

You smile back at him, craning your neck to look him in the eye. 

“You think my head is pretty?” 

“I think everything about you is pretty, babe.” Your cheeks heat up and he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s gentle, far less frantic than the one you gave him on the bleachers. Your hand trails from his cheek to the side of his neck, holding him close to you. Your lips part against his, your head tilting to give a better angle to kiss him at and he inhales sharply. Your body is on fire everywhere he’s touching you. Your waist, your lips, your neck. It feels electric and it pains you when he forces himself to separate from you, his nose brushing against yours. 

“All that for winning a game?” he breathes out, pressing a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I should win more often if this is gonna be my reward from now on.”

Your lips curl into a smirk. “I’ll give you more than just a kiss if you want, Kim Sunwoo.” 

It takes him a moment to process what you said. Sunwoo stares at you, eyes wide and jaw hanging open for so long that you almost consider taking back what you said. 

“You’re— what happened to take me to dinner? What happened to hello, how are you?” His grip on your waist tightens and you shrug. 

“I have more important things in mind.” Sunwoo’s whole body is tense, so tense that you feel like he’ll combust on the spot if you aren’t careful.

“I’m covered in dirt and sweat.” He tries as an excuse but you scoff. “I don’t think you wanna fuck me while I’m like this, right?” 

“Do you really care about that?” He takes a deep breath.

“Me? No. I just…If I go with you right now I swear to god I’ll cum in my pants and I really don’t want that to happen during our first time together—”

“Sunwoo,” You grab his chin between two fingers and he snaps his mouth shut. “I don’t care about any of that. I care about you. I want you, whether or not you’re covered in sweat.” You reach one of your hands up, pushing his soaking wet hair out of his face and his features soften. 

“You really…you like me, don’t you?”

“I figured it was obvious when I kissed you in front of the whole stadium, Sunwoo.” You kiss your teeth and step away from him. His grip loosens on you and eventually falls when you continue to back away from him, that sly grin still on your face. 

“Where are you going?” He trails after you like a lost puppy but you just shrug. 

“Come with me if you wanna find out.”

You silently thank god when you find the parking lot already half empty. Sunwoo’s car is a distance from most other cars, tucked under some trees that cast shadows over that old Toyota Corolla. 

“You’re—” Sunwoo is cut off when you open the door to his back seat and shove him in. You hear some people behind you howling, briefly turning your head to see his teammates cheering him on. 

“Get some, Kim Sunwoo!” Lee Chan screams and you laugh before crawling into the car behind Sunwoo. 

You turn just enough to slam the car door shut, and then you’re on top of Sunwoo. He tugs you onto his lap, your skirt riding up enough to expose your thighs to him, but you give him no time to process anything, your lips already crushed against his. It’s sloppy, but the whine he emits just from the pressure behind it has heat curling in your stomach again. Your tongue dips into his open mouth, and he pushes against you with more force that you had anticipated. He curls his tongue around yours, sucking and licking at it, and your body begins to shudder against his. 

Sunwoo drags your hips down against his own, groaning at the feeling of your heat against his growing member. 

“Can’t wait to be inside you,” he hisses when he pulls away, moving his lips down to attach to your throat and sucking harsh marks into your skin. You whine at his statement, grinding against him of your own will once he’d set the rhythm. He feels so good against you, pressing against your clit in just the right way to have you curling against him with broken whines spilling from your lips. Sunwoo moves one of your hands to your hair, jerking your head to the side to expose more of your skin to him, and you know he grows impatient when your shirt gets in the way. 

“Can I take this off?” He asks you, his eyes glittering when he looks up at you.

“Really think I’d say no to you?” You smile, reaching your hands down and pulling your shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the front seat. Sunwoo looks like he’s in heaven when you unclip your bra and throw it back with your shirt, baring your breasts for him.

“Fuck…” he breathes out, cupping one in his hand and brushing his thumb over your nipple. You force yourself to keep your breathing steady, to let him do what he wants. “You’re so pretty, baby. Wanna drown in your pretty tits.” 

“Yeah?” You ask, your voice breathy. “Who’s stopping you, then?” He looks up at you like you’re his goddess, like he’d worship you every day and every night if you’d let him.

“Really?” He hardly waits for a response before he’s shoving his face into your tits, laving at the valley between them before ultimately choosing one to focus on with his mouth. He sucks at the nipple, tugging at it between his teeth and listening to the delicate whines you let out. The other breast doesn’t go unnoticed, one of his hands palming at it and tweaking the nipple for a few minutes before he switches sides to give each of your breasts the same treatment. 

You haven’t stopped grinding on him in this time, your eyelids fluttering shut while your roll your hips over Sunwoo’s. You can feel his dick twitching in his soccer shorts, can feel him fighting the urge to jerk his hips into yours. 

“Sunwoo,” you choke out, tugging at the strands of his hair. It doesn’t stop him, in fact you could swear that the action makes him suck harder on your tits and your voice breaks into a moan. “Sunwoo,” 

This time when you speak, you yank his head back. He whines, his neck now at an awkward angle as he tries to sink back into your chest. 

“Whyyyy,” he drawls with a pout. His lips are puffy and covered in spit, similar to your chest and you already know he’s sucked marks into your skin that’ll be visible for days after this. 

“Wanna fuck you, baby.” You plead. “Wanna fuck you so bad.” 

His eyes roll into the back of his head at your tone, and he pushes you off of him just long enough to shove his clothing off. You do the same, noting the way your panties stick to your slick cunt. With a smirk, you discreetly tuck them into the center console while his back is still somewhat turned to you. 

By the time he’s turned back around, you’ve stripped yourself of all your clothing and sunk your fingers into your core. Your eyes have fluttered shut with two fingers inside of you and your thumb rubbing circles into your clit. 

“What are— what—” Sunwoo sounds like he’s going to cry, and you force your eyes open. He’s staring at your glistening folds with a look of pure hunger and you can only assume heartbreak as you finger yourself. “Why are you—”

“Gotta get myself ready for you,” you tell him with a pout. “Don’t—f-fuck— wanna make sure you fit i-inside of me.” Your back arches off the door and Sunwoo lunges for you, yanking your hand away from your pussy. The suddenness of the action makes you yelp, your eyes fly open again when Sunwoo sinks your fingers into his mouth. You can’t tell if the moan he lets out is genuine or if it’s for show, but it’s guttural and has your walls clenching around absolutely nothing. His tongue laves over your fingers, sucking them as far into his mouth as he can, getting as much of your taste off of your fingers as humanly possible before pulling them from his mouth and lowering your hand back to your side.

“That’s my job,” Sunwoo hisses, and then he’s lowering his body down so he can be level with your pussy. Two of his fingers prod at your entrance, and your hips jerk toward him against your well. He clicks his tongue when he sinks them into you. “Loosened your little cunt up a little bit already, hm? Gotta stretch you out even more though if I wanna fit inside you.” 

You can only whine when he sinks a third finger into you, scissoring them inside of them and curling them into that sweet spot inside of you. The stretch begins to sting, ever so slowly ebbing away and being replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasure. 

“Oh god, Sunwoo.” You gasp out, your hand wrapping around his wrist but you can’t exactly figure out why. To slow him down? To force him to go faster? “Feels so fucking good, please.” You feel a coil beginning to tighten in your stomach as his fingers punch into that spot time and time again, his thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit similar to how you were. Fast learner.

Sunwoo grins at the way your face twists and contorts with pleasure, the way you try to control how your hips buck against his hand, the guttural moans you emit. 

“Gonna cum, babe?” He knows the answer. He knows by the way you clench against him, the way your cunt tries to force his hand out.

“Yes,” you whine out, “yes, gonna c-cum. Sun-Sunwoo, please.”

“Please what, babe?” He coos. “Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” Just to tease you, he slows down. “Do you want me to stop?”

“NO,” you cry out, taking matters into your own hands and fucking down onto his hand. “Ple-please let me cum!”

“Ohhh, I see.” He hums and drives his fingers into you faster, harder. Your whines and whimpers have become broken little sobs. “Fuck, babe, it’s like no one’s ever made you feel like this.” He can’t help but laugh when you clench down on him again. 

“G-Gonna cum, Sunwoo!” He just hums, watching as you clench down once, twice, and then your body is jerking against his hand. Your cunt tries to force him out one more time but he continues to drive into you and work you through your first orgasm of the night. 

When your body has stopped shuddering, Sunwoo finally pulls his fingers out of you. He raises them up a bit, just enough for you to see the way the mix of your arousal and your cum. 

“Look at all this, baby.” He holds his fingers out to you with a broad grin on his face. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” Your eyes come back to focus when he prods his fingers against your lips. You let him sink his fingers into your mouth, nearly gagging when they hit the back of your throat. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?” 

You swallow around his fingers, taking in the bittersweet taste on your tongue. Sunwoo watches you with hazy eyes when you take hold of his wrist again, holding his hand close to you while your tongue swirls around his fingers. You know exactly what he’s thinking, know exactly what’s going on behind those hazy eyes of his, and have to force yourself to pull off of his fingers when you know you’ve cleaned him off completely. 

“Fucking minx,” he growls and grips your hips tightly in his hands, flipping you over so you’re on your hands and knees. “Did that on purpose, didn’t you? Knew I’d think of you sucking my cock, think of you gagging on it as I fuck your pretty little face?” You don’t have a response this time, only moaning when he shoves his cock into you with one harsh thrust. 

He gives you no time to adjust, gives you no time to work through the sting it brings you but you don’t mind. Not when the stretch feels so good. Not when his cock is fucking into at a pace so harsh it has your body sliding across the seats. Your arm reaches out, hand desperately trying to find purchase on something, anything to hold you steady against the roughness of his hips slapping against yours. 

His hand slides up your spine, tangling in your hair and yanking on it to pull you against him. Your moans become louder, harsher until they’ve turned into screams and cries of his name. You can feel the fabric of his car’s seats digging into your knees, feel the old Toyota Corolla rocking back and forth while the windows fog up with the heat of your sinful behavior. 

One of Sunwoo’s legs slips down to the floor of the car, but he doesn’t slow as he adjusts his position. It gives him a new angle, new strength to fuck into you harder and faster, bruising your insides as he practically punches into your cervix from the force of his thrusts. 

“How does this feel, hm?” He coos into your ear, his breathing heavy from overexhertion. “Does this feel good? Am I fucking you good, baby?”

“S-so good!” You cry out. “Fuckin’ me s’good, Sunwoo!”

“Yeah?” He bends you over again, this time hunching over your body and humping into you like a dog in heat. Your back arches into him, your body shaking with seemingly neverending pleasure. “Gonan cum f’me?” Sunwoo’s arms are all over you, pinching at your nipples, squeezing your waist, gripping your ass. His lips place firm kisses onto your spinal cord, sucking hickies into your skin that no one but him will see.

“YES!” Your voice breaks and you cum again, squeezing so tightly around his cock that he emits a moan so loud and sharp that you fear you’ve broken him. 

Sunwoo pumps white hot cum into you in thick ropes that spill out while he continues to fuck you, overstimulating you both. The mixture of your cum drips down your legs and onto the fabric seats, and you pray that whoever sits back here after you doesn’t notice the white stain in the middle seat, doesn’t think to ask about this mystery stain and that Sunwoo refuses to give them an answer.

When his hips finally slow, when his dick finally softens inside of you and he slips out, you let your body sag against the seat. Sunwoo grimaces at the sight of you, dark marks littering your skin. He hopes that Soonyoung doesn’t ask questions about the way you limp into your classes the next few days. You hope he knows better by now than to question it. 

“For a sophomore,” you wheeze out while you roll over. Sunwoo runs his hands up and down your thighs, smiling thoughtfully. “You sure seem to have lots of experience.”

“Never judge a book by its cover, babe.” He squeezes just above your knee, running his tongue across his lips when he sees more cum dripping out of you. You catch the fiery look in his eye and groan while you squeeze your legs shut. He groans when you use one foot to kick him back against the door opposite you. 

“No,” you scold him. He looks like a kicked puppy.

“Whyyyy,” he reaches for your legs again and you push him back even more. 

“I’m tired, Sunwoo.” You say but he just crawls on top of you with a mischievous grin.

“You won’t have to do anything,” he bargains. “Jus’ wanna taste you a little. That’s all!” You glare at him.

“One time.” His eyes light up and he pries your legs open again. “You get one more from me tonight, Kim Sunwoo. You hear me?”

“Mhm!” He dives straight into you, knowing that this was far from the last time he’d get you to cum in his car tonight.

“I still think that you should be thanking me,” Eric shuts the door of Sunwoo’s car with a sly grin. 

“For what?” Sunwoo asks exasperatedly. 

It had been less than 24 hours since Sunwoo had fucked you in his car and officially made you his after a long year and a half of pining. He was tired. His body was tired. He didn’t have the energy to deal with his best friend this early in the morning, or at all really. 

“For getting you guys together! It was my idea, anyway.” Eric clicks his seatbelt into place and runs a hand through his dyed red hair. “Where are your car gummy worms?” 

“Center console,” Sunwoo puts the car in drive and has barely begun to ease his foot off the brake when Eric lets a gasp so violent and loud that he slams his foot back down again. “What, what happened?” He slams the car back into park, his face going white when he sees what his best friend is dangling between two dainty fingers. 

Black lace panties. 

Your black lace panties. 

“Sunwoo…you didn’t…” Eric chokes out with a mix of disgust and heartbreak on his face. Sunwoo rips the panties out of his best friend’s hands and shoves them into the pocket of his jeans. His face feels like it’s on fire, his heart pounding out of his chest. 

“Do not ever speak of this to anybody. Ever.”

“You fucking FREAK!”

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[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- kisses + the 13 flame-chasers

summary: what it says on the tin!

tags: flame-chasers x gn!reader, griseo's is platonic of course, fluff, lots of kissies.

i. kevin kaslana

kevin’s last try at love had left him unable to touch anything living, his body now colder than ice. he craves the contact he once was able to give and receive freely, but to sacrifice his own body in pursuit of the MOTH’s goals was something he was more than willing to do. but even the icy-hearted first flame chaser has his moments of weakness. in those moments he’ll grab your tie, or the end of your skirt and bring it up to his lips, inhaling the scent he was never close enough to know, and wonder how warm your skin felt underneath.

ii. elysia

elysia adores everything about you, and she wants you to know how much you are loved every moment she is with you. she places kisses to any place she can reach, but more than that she loves watching your reactions. so human, so beautiful. it’s not rare to end up with her rosy gloss all over you.

iii. aponia

aponia likes listening to you breathe. underneath a tree in the tall grass, your head in her lap. it’s one of the few times she feels she can live in the present. the future is the farthest thing from her mind as she leans down and places a kiss to your forehead, telling you to go to sleep. she doesn’t command you to do it so, but with her soft humming, you soon drift off. aponia kisses your eyelids, then, and prays for your dreams to be pleasant.

iv. eden

her lips taste of the finest wine; how could you not get intoxicated after kissing her? the high of eden’s performance doesn’t wear off for hours, and she loves to perch you up on her vanity and kiss you until she’s satisfied… and eden is hard to satiate. out of all the endless riches she has amassed, you are her favorite treasure of all.

v. vill-v

the great magician loves to woo you with her performances. look down into their hat and when you see nothing inside, she’ll tilt your chin up and give you a quick peck.

the expert likes to ramble off her ideas for projects — you’re the only one allowed in their lab. it’s not often they get excited about things, but with you there she finds that old passion for inventing return in spades. when you aren’t looking, she’ll place a lingering kiss to your temple, whispering out her thanks.

vill-v loves you wholly, with every part of themself.

vi. kalpas

you’re one of the few who has gotten to see under kalpas’s mask. his skin is fair, sunken pale eyes tired and angry. it’s the first time he lets you see underneath that you finally get to kiss him. his teeth are bared, and he threatens to kill you for standing so close. but when your lips touch his own, all feigned malice melts away, and he pulls you into him hard.

vii. su

his kisses are featherlight, as soft as a summer breeze. as busy as he is with his work, he will always find pockets of time to spend with you. even if it’s just as small as kissing your cheek before he leaves for work, he will remember your loving eyes, the way the morning light made your skin glow, your small smile… yes, this is one memory that will follow him forevermore.

viii. SAKURA

SAKURA always looks for you after battles. she is covered in bruises and cuts that will leave ugly scars later, but she needs to know you’re okay; that the one person left that she loves is still there. she ushers you someplace quiet and hums, a familiar song that she once sang to RIN and patches you up. you tell her of an old superstition that you once heard, and she takes it to heart. SAKURA doesn’t let you go until she’s placed her lips against every future scar, promising you that next time, she’ll keep you safe.

ix. kosma

try as he might, he will never be able to figure out what you’re thinking. when you reassure him that you like him, he wonders if you mean in a way that he can sit close to you. it’s easier show him what’s on your mind, tilt his chin up and plant a sweet kiss to his lips. kosma will think about your touch for a long time, one hand touching his lips and the other balled into his tunic. he hopes you’ll kiss him again and again.

x. mobius

mobius tastes sickeningly sweet, you sometimes wonder if her lipstick is laced with poison. when mobius kisses you, it is needy, her lips moving hard and fast against your own, pressing you against her lab table. when she pulls back, you’re seeing stars, and she grins at you like a predator. you can’t help but think if this is where you die, it wouldn’t be so bad.

xi. griseo

mama aponia tells griseo that kisses are reserved for people she loves. and so she gives mama aponia a kiss on the cheek before she goes to look for inspiration. today, you are her muse, and you sit for hours as she paints every color that she sees in you; each one unique to you. once you’re done, she tugs your sleeve and tells you to come look. you tell her it’s beautiful, and she kisses you on the cheeks as thanks.

xii. fu hua

hua fights with her fists, and so the bruises left on her knuckles are forever rosy, never allowed to fully heal. when she spars with you, she never goes easy, and you’re face down in the dirt after only one round. she notices the deep purple of fresh bruises on your hands, and places a kiss to each one, praising you for trying so hard.

xiii. pardofelis

pardo loves all things shiny, but she’s found she doesn’t mind being paid in kisses from time to time. she purrs as you take her cheeks into your hands, kissing her all over the face. felis can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles, falling forward into your lap and nuzzling into your neck.

[percervall]

Mamma mia, here I go again {pt3}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: mentions of sexism/double standards Word count: 978 Taglist: @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life  @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife-simpaccount @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @vellicora 

Part 3 of the Mamma Mia series

The one thing none of you had considered was how to explain all of this to your bosses. You were fairly sure Lewis would make sure you couldn’t lose your job over this, but somehow the idea of losing Toto’s respect felt worse than that. So as soon as you entered the paddock, you went to find Toto to ask him to call a meeting with the Haas team principal. Looking at your watch, you see that you have another fifteen minutes to go before Steiner gets here. Resting a hand on your stomach, you breathe through another wave of nausea. 

“Here,” someone to your left says as they hand you your favourite mug with ginger tea. 

“Thanks Mick,” you offer weakly, taking a careful sip. Mick smiles and sits down next to you. 

“So, George wasn’t lying,” he says, looking over to where Lewis, Kevin and Mark are standing, deep in conversation. 

“No, he wasn’t,” you admit. Both of you are quiet for a while. 

“I do wanna say thank you. For making life more stressful for Steiner. Just wish it didn’t have to include me knowing you slept with two men I look up to,” Mick breaks the silence. You can tell from the twinkle in his eyes that he is mostly joking. You nudge him with your shoulder.

“Gotta look out for my Micky, don’t I? Even if it leads to feeling like a lamb being led to slaughter..”

“Toto won’t think any differently of you. You’ve been here for all of Lewis’ scandals with women. He’d be a hypocrite.” 

“He would be, however, the standard for women is different. Especially in this sport. I have worked with Toto for 10 years now so logically I know he won’t hold it against me. Doesn’t mean I’m not scared of what will happen next,” you say while looking at the ginger floating in your mug. Sighing you get up, signalling to Lewis that it’s time. Despite knowing Mick is right, you can’t help the feeling of absolute dread at needing to come clean about your predicament.

“Now that that’s over and done with,” Mark starts as the four of you make your way back outside of the motor home after promising both team principles to handle this like adults and stay out of trouble, “Lewis, Kevin and I were figuring out logistics for our plans of wooing you.” 

“Oh great..” you mutter, “So what, you’re gonna rock, paper, scissors this?” 

“Something like that,” Lewis chuckles, “Can I take you out to dinner after the race on Sunday?” 

“After the race debrief you mean? I-.. Yeah, okay.” 

“Great,” Lewis says, a fondness to his eyes that catches you off guard, “Just wear something comfortable, we’re not going to a fancy restaurant.” He gives your arm a squeeze before getting whisked away by one of the Mercedes press officers. Mark and Kevin also say goodbye, and you can tell both of them would love nothing more than to show more affection towards you than you’re ready for right now. In the end both of them settle for a hug before leaving you alone with your thoughts. You quickly make your way into your office to gather the data you need for the meeting with the engineers ahead of qualifying.

The rest of the weekend passes in a blur. Making sense of the cars’ performances during the three qualifying sessions keeps you busy enough to refrain you from even thinking about Sunday evening. It’s not until you’re back in your hotel after the race debrief that you remember you need to get ready for dinner –for a date. 

“I don’t even know where we’re going,” you mutter as you dig through your suitcase for something that isn’t Mercedes branded. Thankfully you find a patterned skirt you had thrown in to travel home in, the bloating you are beginning to experience making trousers uncomfortable sometimes. You get out the ironing board and let the iron heat up while you freshen up, getting ready in record time. You hear a knock on the door as you finish tying your laces.

“Coming!” you call out, getting up from the chair. You quickly let Lewis in while you gather your phone and wallet.

“This is the best I could do with the clothes I brought, hope it’s okay?” you say, as you put your belongings in a tote bag, not having brought a purse this weekend.

“You look beautiful,” Lewis says, taking in your outfit. You decided to pair the skirt with a plain cropped t-shirt and your trainers. “You always look beautiful,” he adds. You feel your cheeks heat up under his gaze and awkwardly clear your throat.

“Thanks. You look good, too,” you reply, trying not to stare at the way his white t-shirt clings to his muscles. He gives you a wink that only makes you more flustered. Get it together, you scold yourself, he’s a friend. You follow Lewis out of your hotel room and let him lead you down to the garage where he opens the car door for you of the Mercedes he was driving all weekend. You murmur a thanks and let him help you in, the warmth of his hand comfortable as it holds onto yours. For a moment you feel 16 all over again, getting swept off your feet when your crush would hold the door for you. Lewis gives you a smile and closes the door before rounding the car, giving you a second to take a deep breath. The two of you are silent as he pulls out of the garage and onto the streets of Monza. 

“Where are we going?” you ask as Lewis merges onto the motorway.

“You’ll see,” he replies with a smile. You can’t help but roll your eyes at his secrecy and settle in for the drive.

A shorter chapter this time, but the next one will make up for it! Gearing up to the dates now 🙊

Feel free to let me know your thoughts! Your comments, tags, and love for the previous chapters meant the absolute world to me 💜

[honey-minded-hivemind]

lmfao in the rewind au Reader just cheering at the scene where Scott lost his shit on national TV

So in the back of his head Scott just gets to hear Reader going "yeahhhh get their sorry asses!"

Kevin probably cheering as well

Cube anon

Reader: YES!!! GO SCOTT! YOU TELL THOSE SORRY *******!!!

Scott, internally: Oh thank God I'm doing the right thing-

Morph: WOO, YOU TELL 'EM, SCOTT!

Logan: About time!

Professor Xavier: Oh dear...

[codename-adler]

hi if you have more thoughts about andrew with echolalia/verbal tics please share them 🙏

LITERALLY WHAT I WAS TYPING IN THE REBLOG RN!!!!

singing the peak of a musical song then just cutting off

DON'T CRY FOR ME ARGENTINAAAAAA -silence-

MEEEEEMORYYYYYY -silence-

MY NAME IS ALEXANDER HAMILTON -silence-

WHERE ARE YOU CHRISTMAS -silence-

no he won't elaborate

saying "ow" in the most monotone voice when there is no ouchie in sight;

*looks in the fridge* ow. *sees a pigeon* ow. *cracks an egg* ow.

the man is a walking jukebox; any word can set him off into belting the lyric that corresponds, and then he just stops and moves on

muttering incorrect slogans to himself (yk the ones);

"McNaldo's, i like the it"

"Sbubby, eef freef"

"feesh fosh"

"Donkin' Dunnts Amurica Runn No Dundun"

"POLIO"

"Applebapple's"

"Heeho Doot"

"hurgusburgus"

it takes Neil such a long time to figure out some of these are not actually called that, like Applebee's, but he still calls them that because for Andrew

PEANUT BUTTAAAAAA

has to say the name of the color of a thing when it is particularly interesting but he pronounces like a toothless peepaw from the south;

*traffic cone* ornge *firetruck* redd *eggplant* puurple

"HUH??" at random things, mostly Kevin

"Ew, David"

"say who" - "say what" - "say huh" - just to fuck w the people present

sooooo many fart sounds. he is a pro.

DEAREST GENTLE READER

wee-woo wee-woo

"you can't have any pudding"

move im gay

AWIMBAWE AWIMBAWE AWIMBAWE

cwoissant

pfff @ anything and anyone

"monkey on the car" "fuck off" (Neil loves this one bc Andrew's british accent is terrible)

TU-TU-TU-TUUUUU (mario kart start race sound)

DU DU DUDU DU (basic nintendo mario sound)

horse hooves trotting

CONSIDER THE COCONUT

pew pew pew

la POLICIA -always immediately followed by- FUCK the POlice

noot noot

[pink3princess]

hello 👀 any ideas on how Kevin Lomax would possibly maybe…flirt with a young female lawyer coworker who’s trying to learn from him maybe 👀👀

tw: kind of innocence kink idk, fem reader ( i mention reader wearing a skirt and thats about it)

a/n: i think i went a little off topic srry also im srry its so short also thank you for sending this bookie<<<33

masterlist

you're young, beautiful, and a little naïve when you started working for Kevin Lomax.

on your first day, I think it was really a switch for him. the minute you walked through the office doors, he was intrigued. he had to know more.

with large doe eyes, your heart beating out of your chest, from excitment or jitters, you don't know, but you're here and ready to learn!

you’re sat at your desk, looking over files of witness statements and (lawyer stuff idk) and when you ask him for help, he would gladly lean over you, oh so close to your face while he’s explaining what needs to be done. And when he would turn to look directly at you, his eyes would wander to your lips as you spoke.

the more you are around each other, the more addicted he gets.

almost every day when you walk into the office, he'll always compliment you

" lookin beautiful today darlin" or "how's our little doe this 'mornin, hm?"

i think he'd refer to you as like doe or something bc on your first day you reminded him of a dear in headlights and he thought it was cute

was it like a prey meets predator situation? honestly you didn’t know and were blind to it so you didn’t care!

but the constant compliments makes you blush and giggle every time and he loves it

I also think after winning a case with your help he’s the type to woo you with gifts 🙄

Either a necklace or a bracelet that would have cost you months worth of rent, or maybe an extravagant bouquet of dark red roses

you two may have worked all day in the office, it's getting late. he'd offer to order dinner for the both of you, of course which he pays for

the intimacy between the two of you alone in the silent office in the dead of night is intense. you're here to learn from the best, and he's obssesed with you, or is he obsessed.. with the idea that you idolize and want to learn from him? Idk

that’s another thing, his idea of flirting with you can be a little manipulative

he’ll tell you that you have to stay behind to finish some paper work or help him work on this new client that came in(even if there is none)

he’ll say something along the lines of “you wanted to learn from the best right?”

and you may be so eager that you just fall for it

again which totally boosts his ego and makes you feel like you owe him something; like you need to prove yourself to him

[ro-written]

Only You - C.San

Tags/Warnings: Boxer!San, kinda sorta tsundere!reader if you squint but not really, best friends to lovers, fighting/violence, blood, fluff, yall this was supposed to be less than 1k….and this is so not proofread but fuck it we ball

Word Count: 3.5k

Playlist:

“Are We Still Friends” by Tyler the Creator “Baby Boy” by Kevin Abstract “only you” by karri

You watched with bated breath as San went to the corner of the ring, blood and a dark bruise gathered at the corner of his mouth. Your nails dug into your palms as you clenched your fists in anticipation. You knew that he could take care of himself, he’s spent years learning various martial arts, has been in the ring more times than you could count. 

So why are you always on edge when you watch him fight? Why does your heart race with every punch?

Wooyoung sprayed water from the bottle he had on the side right onto San’s mouth, using a towel swung over his shoulder to dab at the sweat and blood on his face. San tilted his head back, resting against the post behind the stool he was spread on. Woo tilted in to whisper something into San’s ear, something that caused his eyes to blink open and scan the crowd. Eventually, his eyes landed on you, and you saw his lip twitch a bit, before taking a hand and moving Woo off his shoulder, never leaving your gaze. You gave him a little nod, a small semblance of motivation, and put a fist up. It was your silent way of telling him to get up and kick his ass.

And so with your encouragement, San stood back up, body relaxed and you watched as you knew what was to come next. You had seen this move a hundred times by now to know exactly what to look for in his bodily movements. 

The opponent steps forward with a cocky grin, ready to continue his onslaught of punches. But San simply looks at him, eyebrow raised, before swinging his body around, launching himself into the air. It was all so quick, yet it felt like time stopped as his foot collided with his opponent’s face.

The crowd silenced for a split second, everyone holding their breaths. That was until Wooyoung jumped into the ring, stack of cash in hand, and went directly to the opponent, counting down on his fingers right in the man’s unconscious face. After three counts, with no sign of fight from the opponent, the crowd went into an uproar.

You jumped from your chair, and yelled out San’s name, cheering him on from your seat. You could see the tiredness in his eyes, but his excitement overshadowed it. You watched as Wooyoung took San’s hand and raised it up, crowning him the champion of the match. Eventually, people pushed up onto the mat and crowded around San, leaving Woo to leave and collect the betting money from all the losers. However, before he stepped away, San grabbed his collar lightly to hold him back, leaning in to whisper something into his ear. Woo simply nodded, waving his hand at his friend, before walking away, still collecting the money.

You observed as San gave his signature smile to everyone surrounding him, even with the busted lip and bruising at the corner of his mouth. His eyes curved into crescents, dimples appearing as he talked to his fans and signed whatever they were jutting out in front of him. It made your chest flutter, seeing him go from this scary and cold rough boxer to your warm, kind-hearted best friend. 

“Hey,” a voice called out to the side of you, hand landing gently on your arm. You jumped at the feeling, before relaxing once you realized it was Woo. A smile cracked across your face. “Hey Youngie, how’d yall make out?” You gestured your head towards the cash in his hand. He looked down and smirked, slapping the stack against his hand.

“Not too terrible, I’d say. I still have to make some more rounds before people try to sneak out on me, but hey, Sannie said he wanted to see you in the back.” He looked over at the man still in the ring talking to people, now signing some man’s arm. It made you chuckle as you watched the various people fawn over him. But you could see something. It was a split second, but you caught it nonetheless. As someone’s hand came down to pat his back, his face winced, but he quickly cleared it up before anyone could notice.

Anyone but you and Woo, of course.

“Please check on him,” his eyebrows were taut, worry written across his face. “You know how he can get after fights. Make him rest.” His eyes found yours, and his usual playfulness wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“I’ll try. If he actually listens though is the thing.” You offered up a half smile as Wooyoung laughs out.

“Please, only you could tell him to fight a mountain lion with one hand tied behind his back and blindfolded and he would do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.” His playful smirk was back on his face as you rolled your eyes. You wanted to poke at him and tell him to not overexaggerate so much, but you couldn’t. It was true, and you knew it. You were one of, if not the only, person San would listen to no matter what. Perks of being his best friend for such a long time.

“You know how to get to the back?” Woo pointed over his shoulder to a door with a red sign on it. Staff Only. You nodded, having been back there a handful of times before his matches to wish him luck and give him a hug. Woo nodded, giving you a quick one-armed hug, before leaving off to get the rest of his and San’s money. 

You shouldered your way through the bustling crowd, trying to keep a straight line toward the door. Finally reaching it after what felt like forever, you pushed it open, slipping through and ensuring no one followed behind you. The last thing you’d want is San being mobbed in the locker room while he was trying to have his own time.

The locker room wasn’t like the typical locker room you had in school. You remembered how surprised you felt when you first walked into it. It was a smaller square room, the left wall lined with cubbies for people to put their items away in. One of them was filled with San’s belongings, while the others remained empty, save for a medical kit. On the right was a long couch that took up most of the wall, and two rolling chairs sat near it. In the corner next to the couch was a small refrigerator for people to put away the water bottles and any other items they needed to keep cold. The walls were covered in red brick, and the flooring was a black Berber carpet. Probably so no one could see the stains…

You made yourself comfortable on the couch, not knowing when San would be able to peel himself away from his fans. Picking at your nails, you could only think back to the way San looked at you before he ended the match. Something in his eyes seemed different, an emotion you don’t remember ever seeing in him. You couldn’t quite place it though, and it was frustrating. You knew him like the back of your hand, knew what every face, every quirk of his eyebrow, every curl of his lip was saying. You wondered if you were simply overthinking it. Maybe he was just trying to find some sort of encouragement outside of Woo. Maybe he was just making sure you were watching his signature move so he could ask you later how cool you thought it was for the millionth time.

You shook your head, trying to clear it of his sly smirk and pretty dimples.

Suddenly, you heard a click at the door, and your eyes shot up from where they were staring at your hands. You watched as San walked in, hair wet and a new set of clothes on, turning around to lock the door behind him to keep from being pestered while trying to rest. His shoulders sagged from their usual position, something that had you quirk your head to the side. He took a lot of pride in having such a perfect posture, so you knew he had to be beyond tired at this point. He rested his forehead against the door, giving you a chance to take note of all the various bruises not hidden by his clean white tank that had already formed or were forming along his arms and back. You could see a cut on his shoulder that had blood slowly forming around the edges.

“Sannie,” Your voice called out quietly to not startle him. He lifted his head off the door, turning around to see you. In an instant, his face brightened up, a smile gracing his features for a second before the pain took over and his bruised hand came up to his lip. You stood up and walked over to grab his arm, leading him over to the couch. He let you push him down against it gently before you moved over to grab the medical kit and come back to him. You sat down next to him, opened the kit, and guided his head to face you. The cuts and bruises littering his face made you tsk and shake your head a bit, before letting his chin go.

“Well hello to you too.” He smirked and winced again at the pain. You rolled your eyes at him, but couldn’t help the smile playing on your lips at hearing his voice full of playfulness.

“You’re an idiot, letting him get this many hits on you.” You murmured, eyes looking through the kit to find ointment and alcohol wipes.

“Wow, not even a congratulations?” He feigned hurt, grabbing at his chest as his eyebrows furrowed together.

“You don’t need a congratulation from me, San. I knew you were going to win from the start.” You pulled out one of the wipe packets and started dabbing at the cut on his arm lightly, letting him get used to the stinging sensation of the alcohol before pressing any harder. You felt goosebumps stick up on his arm as you held his arm to keep steady. One side of his mouth quirked up in amusement, showing a bit of his teeth.

“You knew I’d win?”

“Yes, San. I always know you’re gonna win.” You grabbed one of the ointment packets out and ripped it, pushing a bit of the paste on your finger. You gently spread it across the cut until it was fully covered.

“And why’s that?” You looked up to see his eyes fixed on you, watching every movement. Your body froze under his intense eyes, face heating up. But you shook it off quickly, setting the ointment packet down to grab one of the bandaids from the kit.

“Because,” you split the bandaid wrapper. “You’re the best there is.” You placed the bandaid that wasn’t quite the honey tone of his skin on top of the cut to keep it clean. It wasn’t a lie, there was no one else you could think of that fought with the intensity and precision he did. You looked up again to see his eyes were still trained on your face, his ever-present smirk still there.

“Yeah?” His tone was cocky, and you had to remind yourself that you were in the middle of bandaging him up to tear your eyes away.

Something was different. Typically, even when it was just you two, you would playfully flirt, not ever meaning anything serious about it. You had been best friends for years, and you were comfortable with each other. You told each other everything and nothing ever felt off or awkward. So why did you feel so tense right now? Why did it feel like all your senses were turned to 11? You let out a breath as a way to bring yourself back to the task.

“Yes. Now, stop talking so I can take care of these cuts.” You gave him a pointed look, a look he was definitely familiar with when you were trying to get his stubborn ass to do something. He nodded with a hum, and you grabbed your wipe again, making sure you had a clean part of it, before wiping at the cut on his cheek. The position was awkward, having to slightly contort his head and neck so that you could reach it.

“Why don’t you– Just– Here.” He never fully finished his sentence before he was grabbing your waist and pulled you into his lap, causing you to let out a sharp inhale at the sudden shift. Your body was frozen yet again. Both of you had been close before, especially with how touchy San could be, always wanting to have skinship. You had even woken up a handful of times after sleepovers (aka you both had too much to drink after partying and you refused to let him leave out so drunk) with his arm wrapped around you. But you had never had this before. Sitting in his lap, faces inches away, his hands still resting on your waist.

“This okay?” He asked, searching in your eyes for something. You realized you had been staring at him with your hands frozen in front of you, and you finally moved after you processed his voice.

“Ye–ahem–Yeah, this is good. Better.” You got out, getting back to work and patching his face up. Your wipe moved from the cut on his cheek to the bruise at the corner of his mouth, gently dabbing at it to clean up the dried blood he managed to miss in his shower. Luckily, you didn’t find a cut there and used your thumb to move his skin around a bit to make sure you didn’t miss anything before grabbing the ointment again and using your finger to spread it out on the cut on his cheek. 

You tried not to think too much about how you could smell the refreshing scent of his body wash. Or how his hair smelled a bit like peppermint. Or how warm his hands felt still holding on to your waist. How you could see and feel his eyes watching you carefully as if he wanted to say something. You grabbed a smaller bandaid from the kit and placed it across the gash to make sure it healed well.

“Done.” You stated with a shaky breath as you gathered up all the trash and moved off his lap. You turned around to find the trashcan and didn’t catch the slight slump of his shoulders when the pressure and warmth of your body on his was gone. You tossed the trash and came back over, grabbing a rolling chair to bring in front of him and sit in.

“It was a pretty intense fight, Sannie. You let him get a few good hits I know you could have blocked. So…why?” You propped your legs up on the couch next to him, careful to not accidentally kick him with your close proximity. He leaned his body back to rest against the couch, arms coming up to drape across the back of it, and his legs extended on either side of your chair. You couldn’t deny that you felt something twist in your gut at the sight of him, but you were focused on his answer to your question.

“Woo and I talked before the match about that. He says that if I get my ass kicked around a bit at the beginning, people are more likely to bet against me in higher amounts, especially if they haven’t seen me fight before.” He huffed out, eyes closed to give them a rest from the ceiling lights. You nodded and tried to look anywhere besides his bobbing Adam's apple. 

“I guess it makes sense. But…I’m just…worried I guess. With how much you let the other guy rough you up. I’ve seen you in some pretty harsh shape but this, San? This is brutal.” You waved your hand in front of his body as if he could see.

“Ah, it’s not the worst. You remember when I got my ribs broken?”

“That was because you were still trying to figure out how to properly do your crescent kick and fell flat on your side, dumbass. Not the same thing as letting someone else beat you black and blue.” He quirked up an eyebrow at that and shrugged his head a bit. You went quiet, a question on the tip of your tongue but you struggled with how to word it. You looked back down at your fingers again, picking again at your nails. 

You didn’t realize how San opened his eyes and raised his head at your sudden silence, watching as you let your nervous habit take over. He leaned over to grab at your hands to keep you from picking at them anymore, and you looked up to once again see his concerned eyes.

“What’s on your mind?”

It never failed that you would be amazed at how well he knew you.

“When or maybe why did you decide to quit letting him hit you if you and Woo knew that you were making money?” Your eyebrows furrowed together as the question finally left out. His hands loosened up around yours and his eyes widened a bit at the question, face slightly flushing. “There was a moment when I saw you and you changed entirely. Why? Did Woo say something?”

He pursed his lips and looked down at where your hands were still connected, his brain jostling around with how to answer you. Eventually, he nodded, jaw clenching and unclenching, and he raised his head to face you.

“I guess it’s best if I just tell you now,” he huffed, making you even more confused. “When I’m in the ring, I have to calculate everything, have to constantly watch for everything that the other guy is doing. And there are moments when it feels…pointless. Like it’s all for nothing. Like I should just give up and let them lay me out, you know?”

You took in everything he was saying, trying to process his words and the emotions that came with them.

“Wooyoung wanted me to throw the match more so he could collect more bets. But…when I looked out and I saw you…I needed to make you proud.” He was ultra hesitant with his words, cautiously scanning your face to gauge out your reactions. It was funny how this man, someone who’s been said to have a cold heart in the ring and iron fists you would never want to meet, is instantly turned into a nervous mess when it came to you. Your heart was beating in your throat now, watching him back with wide eyes trying to understand what he was exactly saying.

“God, it’s just–...I don’t–...fuck, I guess it’s just–...” He keeps cutting himself off, the words he wished to say not forming right in his mouth. Sensing his frustration, you rubbed your thumb over the bruised knuckles, a soothing tactic you knew helped him. And it did, as you saw his face relax from the way it was scrunched up.

“It’s okay Sannie, take your time.” You spoke as gently as possible, not wanting him to feel rushed at getting the right words, or even feel pressured to say them at all. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath through his nose, before opening them back to level with you.

“When I’m in the ring, and all these thoughts get to my head, all I can think about is you. Only you. How you encourage me to keep going, your smile and your voice telling me to finish the match. All I can think about is how your eyes light up when I finally win.” 

You felt completely frozen at his confession, thumbs having stopped their movements since. It felt as if your brain had been slowed in its comprehension skills, and you had to repeat every word he said in your head five times over for it to truly sink in.

“So…you–”

“I like you,” he blurted out, face and neck turning pink. “A lot. More than as your best friend. I like every little detail about you and it just drives me insane not being able to tell you, so I am now. And if you don’t feel the same, well then we can just sort of forget this whole–”

“I like you too, Sannie. More than as a best friend as well.” You interrupted his rant, hands moving from his to grab his face, making sure he hears you. “I’ve been so confused for so long about these emotions I’ve had for you, but I think I’m starting to realize that they haven’t been platonic for a while.” You could feel your ears heating up at your admission, and this feeling of anxiety in your chest relaxed as you were able to tell him your feelings confidently.

And as he smiled at you, eyes twinkling and full of pure love for you, you start to wonder how anyone could see this man as a fighter with a cold heart. In the end, he would always be your Sannie.

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[rik-mayall-owns-my-heart]

Imagine Kevin trying to work up the nerve to ask you out

Kevin Turvey x GN!Reader

Fluff!

Warnings: none

Summary: A fun little imagine I conjured up about the cutest investigative reporter. Pretty much what the title says, Kevin working up the nerve to ask you out, enjoy💛

(Gif not mine, credit goes to whoever made it)

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Pacing back and forth by the river for goodness knows how long, Kevin had been working up the nerve to ask out his crush and long time best friend, you. As well as rehearsing various lines and approaches for you. Which was tricky for him, to say the least.

Although he was somewhat confident initially, he quickly realizes that this is going to be a lot harder than he thought it'd be.

"Right". Kevin takes in a breath, straightening his posture before speaking,

"Hello Y/N, we've been friends for like a while, right and I've been wondering if you'd fancy going out...with me." Kevin only shakes his head. " I need to be more confident, they'd like that, I bet."

Taking a straighter stance and lifting his chin, slightly grimacing his face into a more serious expression, he starts again,

"Oy there love. I like you and you like me too, let's go out" he says in a comically cocky manner, wriggling his shoulders and bobbing his head a little when speaking.

Then he pauses, eyes moving to the ground in thought.

"Perhaps that's a bit too forceful." He says, relaxing his stance. "Right, straight to the point then.."

Kevin takes in another breath before blurting out in a rapid pace "Hello Y/N, for some time now I've grown romantic feelings for you, like, I like you much more than a friend. Fancy a date with me?" He pierces his lips closed and visibly tenses up.

As if holding in a breath, he lets out a sharp exhale with a slight slouch of his back, brushing a hand through his hair in a mixture of deep thought and frustration.

"We've known each other for years now, why in the bloody hell is this so difficult!" He exclaims in utter annoyance. His voice slightly cracking at the end of his sentence.

Although it was hard for Kevin to recognize it, the reason he was stressing over this so much is because his feelings for you were deep and genuine and the last thing he wants to do is mess up the first step of confessing his feelings for you and yes, taking you out on a proper date. You were perfect to him, so this confession must be equally so. He's never felt this way about anybody before, not even about Theresa Kelly. No, these feelings were much more serious, Kevin couldn't stop thinking about you, your laugh, the way you'd listen to his ramblings about whatever mundane investigation he was fixated on without ridiculing or making fun of him, the way you'd smile at him when you'd greet him before a hang out, and the kindness you'd shown him was something that made his heart pitter-patter in a most wonderful way. He was downright smitten with you, although he didn't realize it right away, only expressing confusion at how he'd get butterflies when he saw you or how his heart sped up when you'd look him in the eye but when he finally does realize it, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Then came the overthinking and fussing over how to tell you, if he should tell you and the worry that his feelings would ruin your friendship because he truly didn't know if you even felt romantically towards him at all, let alone as strongly as he felt for you. Was this gamble of spilling his feelings out for you even worth it? He didn't know but what he did know is that he at least wanted to give it a shot. Truth is, he was terrified of the idea of another man wooing you and taking you away from him. He couldn't even stomach the thought without feeling a little nauseous. And who knew! Maybe you felt the same for him as he did you! There was only one way to know for sure. Which brings us back to now.

"This is utterly useless!" He says with a small stomp.

"Forget the lines, forget the plans. I'll approach them and say whatever comes natural, in the moment. Improvisation." Head bobbing lightly and eyes gazing off into the water, his nerves eat away at him but Kevin's defiance overcomes the nervousness, if not a bit aggressively.

"Oh bugger it!" Fueled by determination alone, he sets off for your house.

[daydreamkissesxo]

Antonio Dawson x reader | baby daddy.

warning: (18+, mature) this story contains smut!

Part 1

Voight and the team eagerly gathered around the board centred in the bull pen, evidence of an old case now pinned up against it as Voight guided them through the necessary information.

"So, we're looking for this prick right here." Voight pointed up at the prison mugshot of your father, one he'd taken on a less serious charge than he'd inevitably face now.

"Preciously incarcerated for assault and attempted murder, now he's thinks he's the fucking godfather. Got a whole community behind him, and a hit list longer than my arm." Voight watched as everyone's gaze shifted to the board, stepping aside before lifting his hand to tap the photo beside your father's. "His wife, childhood sweetheart and the mother to his only daughter."

The photo beside your mothers was yours, one your friends had previously taken of you on one of your recent vacations to Greece.

Voight glanced over at the team but one member in particular caught his attention immediately, Antonio.

There was something more than curiosity lingering behind his eyes, he was truly engrossed in the photo on display.

Antonio was aware of the clear age gap between the two of you, but that didn't stop him from admiring the way your breasts almost spill from the tiny bralette you chose to wear, the sunkissed glow that was only highlighted beneath the beach bar's bright lights.

"See something you like, Dawson?" Voight asked as he directed his attention towards him, the rest of the team soon following.

"No, no. Just taking it all in." Antonio replied, attempting to sound as convincing as he could while his cock throbbed almost painfully.

Voight wasn't convinced, but he couldn't care less as there were more important things occupying his mind.

Upon turning away, he tapped your photo on the board with the tip of his index finger.

"This is Y/N, the only daughter of this wannabe mobster. She's our key to getting close to him, and I need someone to go in undercover and woo her hard enough to get there."

Adam raised his hand which brought out an amused chuckle from Antonio, there was no way he was going to let Ruzek take the job.

"I'll go in." Antonio said, completely cutting Adam off before turning to look over at him.

"You think her dad is gonna trust someone as young as you? No. He'd trust someone who's been in the scene longer, someone he can relate to."

Adam looked oddly offended yet he couldn't stop the smirk creeping its way onto his face.

"There's a slight age gap here. You not worried you're old enough to be her dad?"

Antonio chuckled sarcastically, pushing himself up off his desk before roughly patting Adam's shoulder.

"Experience comes with age, pretty boy. Trust me, she'd pick me over you any day." He said confidently, dropping his hand as he walked away.

Antonio barely slept the night before your meet, curiosity kept his mind active.

He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you since leaving the precinct, you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

He combed through every social media profile you owned, desperate for further insight into your life.

It was easy to see how freely you lived, your posts varied from extravagant city breaks to endless shopping trips.

He could have spent all night looking through the photos, but sleep was the only way for time to pass fast enough so the day you'd meet would finally come.

Antonio had never rolled out of bed fast enough that morning, his heart was already racing with adrenaline and he wasn't even in your presence yet.

His shirt was pristinely ironed, his hair slicked back neatly and he'd even worn his finest cologne which Adam repeatedly pointed out during their meet at the surveillance van.

"What cologne is that? I think my dad wears it." He bit back a laugh, nudging Kevin's side playfully.

"You know, if you worked as hard as you did cracking jokes, the city could finally sleep." Antonio glared up at him before glancing down at his belt to continue readjusting it.

Once comfortable, he slipped the newly tapped phone into his pocket before lifting a hand to gently hover over his perfectly slick hair, ensuring not a piece had fallen free.

"How you planning on woo'ing her?" Asked Kevin as he looked up from the screen in front of him.

"I can get you some viagra if you're struggling to keep it up these days, heard it happens as you get older. I know a guy." Interrupted Adam, on the verge of bursting into laughter.

"Yeah? You go there often?"Antonio snapped back, running his hand down his pristine shirt to smooth out the tiniest of wrinkles.

"How I woo her is none of your concern, let's just focus on the job."

With the surveillance van parked across the street, Antonio stood at the entrance of the bustling bar with growing nerves.

Upon entering, he was met with the attention of several clearly unsettled regulars and a cocktail of scents.

His eyes met every corner of the room in search of you, and it wasn't long before he'd finally spotted you.

He took a moment to admire you from afar, he never knew such beauty could exist.

He cleared the cluster of nerves from his throat, attempting to look around in search of a free seat to avoid any possible suspicion.

Antonio took the seat at the bar beside you, the radiating scent of your perfume hit his nostrils as instantly as he'd sat. The scent was so intense it almost knocked him off the barstool, that paired with your presence had his heart fluttering like a prepubescent boy.

You hadn't acknowledged him yet, and for that he was grateful. Everything he'd planned out before entering the bar had vanished from his mind at the sight of you alone, he had seconds to fully prepare himself and he was panicked.

You abruptly ended the conversation with the girl beside you as the sudden scent of men's designer cologne hit, turning your head very slightly you then noticed the man sat beside you.

You looked him over intriguingly before turning your body to fully face his, your heart excitedly skipping a beat as your eyes unintentionally meet his.

He nervously chuckled and averted his gaze, such simple actions made you feel so incredibly powerful, did you always have that effect on people?

"Can I buy you a drink, handsome stranger?" You asked, your voice dripping in seduction which caused Antonio to smirk as Adam's comment about age sprung to mind.

Antonio turned to look at you, the mischievous twinkle in your eye made his heart flutter.

You smiled as he nodded, motioning over the bartender to order the best bottle of bourbon whiskey on the menu.

You were practically undressing him with your eyes and it didn't go unnoticed, Antonio felt hot and flustered under your seductive gaze but he had to pull himself together for the task.

"Do you always buy handsome strangers a drink?" He asked playfully, placing his hand on the bar just inches from yours, the tip of his index finger brushing against your pinky.

Your heart skipped a beat at the slight touch, taking this as a sign that he was just as interested in you as you were him.

"A man has never let me buy him a drink before. Men usually want me tipsy, hoping I'll give in to their pathetic advances." You smirk, pulling your hand away as you watch the bartender place the bottle down.

"Is that what this is? You wanna get me tipsy?" Antonio smirked, watching as you pour the bourbon.

His playful tone made you smile, this encounter was far different from any you'd ever had with a man before.

"Fuck, you've caught me." You joked, rolling your eyes playfully before placing the glass in front of him.

He reached for your hand as you started to retract it, he held it gently before lifting it to his lips to press a tender kiss to your knuckles.

Your heart fluttered so violently you almost winced, your eyes scanning between his lingering lips and the gentle gaze that stared back at you.

"You're so beautiful Prinseca." He whispered, his lips brushing against your delicate skin before slowly lowering your hand but continuing to hold it.

You'd heard that compliment a thousand times before, but this particular one made you physically incapable of responding.

Antonio knew you were taken back by his forwardness but he shrugged it off, reaching for the glass you'd set in front of him to throw the bourbon back.

You watched his every move in amazement, attempting to gain some control over your newly paralysed vocal cords.

"I'm Mateo." He smiled, his thumb slowly caressing your knuckles.

You briefly glanced down at your hand, watching how delicately he touched you, while you could only dream for a slightly harsher touch.

"Y/N.." you replied, your eyes meeting his once more, your darkened pupils immediately noted by Antonio.

"I bet your dad nearly has a heart attack every time you leave the house."

Your smile brightened with amusement, shaking your head slightly in disagreement.

"Thankfully not. As long as I'm not getting into trouble, he doesn't care where I go.."

Antonio thought it was quite sad, your father was too preoccupied with his own affairs that he'd let you roam so freely with no care or concern.

He could now confidently confirm that you were clueless to your father's source of income and he was thankful for that.

"He'd probably kill you if he saw how close we were sitting though." You smirked playfully, glancing down at the very small gap that separated your knees from touching one another's.

He chuckled, shrugging it off. "Yeah? Well then I'd die a very happy man."

You giggled as he winked, your infectious smile causing Antonio to smile too.

As the night went on, the two of you spent hours conversing about multiple topics, all lead by Antonio as he was practically conducting an investigation of his own.

You'd shared personal stories about your childhood and the absence of your father growing up, money very clearly bought your silence as you never dared to complain about your upbringing.

He didn't shy away from physical affection for comfort, occasionally caressing your knee or softly stroking your hair.

Each gentle touch felt like you were being edged, he could have changed the direction of the night many times but he wanted you to be the one to do it.

You placed your hand on his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze before slowly leaning closer, purposely bringing your barely clothed breasts closer to him.

"Why don't we go and get room service?" You asked in a seductive tone, sliding your hand up and down his thigh a little.

He knew he shouldn't, he knew he could possibly lose his job, but he was ready to risk it all for just a singular night of passion.

"Lead the way baby." He replied, allowing you to take his hand and lead him through the bar and into the back towards the attached hotel lobby.

Once clear of a crowd, Antonio tugged at your hand to spin you around to face him.

You lightly collided with his chest, your hand pressed against his peck as you gently push yourself back to gaze up at him in confusion, your mind immediately assuming the worst.

His arm slithered around your waist, his hand settling on your lower back as he pulled you against him, your breasts forced against his chest.

He saw the nervous glint in your eye, you'd had no experience with a man of his age and he was determined to be both the first and last.

He watched as your lips started to part, assuming it was to ask him something, but he immediately cut you off with a burning kiss.

You instantly reciprocated his kiss, your hand slowly gripping a fistful of his shirt in desperation.

You stumbled back in an attempt to lead him towards your room yet the two of you never came apart, he closed in the gap you'd unintentionally created.

Hotel guests watched in disgust as the two of you passed by, unable to keep neither your hands nor your lips from each other.

Each time you tried to create just a small amount of distance to catch your breath, Antonio pulled you right back in.

Your back collided with the wall as he pinned you against it, his hands groping your breasts before falling to your waist.

"Where's your key, baby girl?" He whispered against your lips, one of his hands falling to your outer thigh before his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your dress to graze your skin.

Your hands desperately unbuttoned his shirt, gasping excitedly against his lips as hands roamed his toned abdomen as his shirt now hang open.

"In my bra." You replied, pulling back from his kiss to plant several wet kisses against his exposed collarbone.

He wasted not a second longer, slipping his hand past the confinement of your bra in search of the key.

He groaned softly as his fingertips graze your nipple, groping your unclothed breast before retrieving the keycard.

He pulled back to glance down at the room number engraved on it, stepping back before reaching for your hand to lead you towards it.

His heart excitedly skipped a beat as he heard the click of the door signalling it was open, and like a gentlemen he then held it open for you to walk in.

You waited for Antonio to follow you in before shoving him against the door to close it, kissing him passionately.

Your hands roam his bare chest as he walks you towards the bed, his hands sliding around your lower back and down towards your ass to grope it.

Antonio wrapped his fingers around the hem of your dress either side, almost tearing it as he rushed to pull it up and over your head.

Your hair fell back into place perfectly, you were left in the light pink lace lingerie you'd thankfully chosen to wear.

He groaned in pure arousal as his eyes roam your semi naked body, you looked so pristine and he just had to corrupt you.

Your eyes fell to his hands as he fumbled with his belt, you immediately reached for his hands to pull them away and replace them with your own.

He felt a sense of relief as his jeans were loosened, allowing you to drag them down past his hips so they pool around his ankles.

He grabbed hold of your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him before his lips came crashing down on yours.

"Go and sit on the bed like a good girl." He whispered as he pulled away.

You did as instructed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed with your legs purposely spread, your hands placed behind your back on the sheets.

He felt a bead of pre cum leak from his aching tip at the sight alone, he was almost breathless.

He watched as you lay back, pressing a knee between your thighs as he lowered himself to hover over you.

With one hand placed beside your head for support, his free hand was able roam your body.

He lowered his head, pressing tender kisses against your neck while his hand slid down your chest and abdomen to find placement between your thighs, tracing your clothed core with his fingertips.

Your hips eagerly bucked in desperation, hoping it would somehow force a slightly harsher touch.

Antonio smirked, halting his touch altogether as he glanced up at you.

"Let me savour this moment mi amor, be patient." He scolded, redirecting his attention back towards your core.

He pushed aside your newly damp underwear with his fingers before slipping them between your soaking wet folds, eliciting a whimper from you.

It was like music to his ears, and he craved to hear more. He ran his fingers through your folds several times over, spreading your arousal and forcing further moans from you.

It wasn't until his fingers started to circle your clit that he saw a drastic change in your response, your moans grew louder and your back started to arch off the bed.

"You like that, baby? Hm? That feel good?" He asked, expecting little to no response as he purposely plunged his fingers into you, his eyes widening lustfully at as your walls flutter.

Your growing pleasure was abruptly cut short as harshly pulled his fingers from you, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your underwear to yank it down past your hips and thighs, stepping off the bed as he dragged it down your calves and ankles before letting the skimpy material fall to the ground.

Aching for his touch and curious as to his next move, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows to watch him.

Your gaze fell to his hands as you watch him slide his boxers past his hips, watching as his cock spring free.

You were practically salivating at the sight, your hole clenching around nothing in anticipation for the pleasure his cock would offer.

You watched as Antonio reached down to pull a condom from the pocket of his discarded jeans.

Your heart sank dramatically at the thought of him actually using it, you didn't want to be deprived of the sensations he naturally had to offer.

You waited until he hovered over you once more before taking the opportunity to flip the two of you over, placing one of your hands on his shoulder for support while the other reached down to hold his cock upright before allowing yourself to sink down onto it.

A loud moan erupted from your throat in unison with a grunt from Antonio, your head tilting back as you'd bottomed out.

You placed the hand that guided you onto his chest before starting to rock your hips, a mixture of loud moans and soft whimpers leaving your lips.

Antonio was in and out of bliss, the reasonable man within him knew he had to use the condom that sit between his index and middle finger but the pleasure you provided was so great that those thoughts were interrupted.

"Baby? Baby, I gotta put this condom on." He whispered, lifting a hand to wrap his fingers around one of your breasts to knead it.

You purposely picked up the pace hoping it would distract him, your moans becoming more frequent and noticeably louder.

Bringing both of your hands up towards your back, you unclasped your bra before pulling it from your body and throwing it over your shoulder.

Your breasts bounced freely as you rode him and his eyes watched them so attentively.

"No daddy, please. I wanna feel you, please." You whine desperately, placing your hand on his forearm before gliding it upwards until your hand slipped over his, forcing his hand back up towards your unclothed breasts.

Antonio's mind malfunctioned in that very moment, he stared up at you in disbelief. He'd unintentionally allowed you to dominate the entire moment and being so far gone in pleasure, he didn't even attempt to try to stop you.

Your moans were pornographic and Antonio felt like a god hearing how good his cock made you feel so he refused to deprive himself of hearing how good it'd feel as he came inside you, especially as you were so desperate for it.

He threw the condom aside before reaching up to on your cheek roughly, pulling your head down towards his to allow his lips to crash against yours.

"No condom baby girl." He whispered against your lips, eager to please you.

He felt your movements start to falter and took full advantage of the situation, placing his hand on your mid back to hold you in place as he rolled the two of you over.

In the process of switching position, he'd thrusted into you so deeply that his tip surely touched your cervix, the moan you let out forced Antonio's eyes to roll back.

His hand gripped the pillow beside your head as he thrust into you relentlessly, he was once again in full control.

Antonio's fingers found their way to your clit once more and it took only a few seconds for you to start convulsing beneath him.

He felt your resistance as you attempted to push yourself further up the bed in avoidance of his touch, clearly overstimulated.

The hand the rest beside your head gripped at your shoulder, pinning you against the bed to hold you in position.

"Where you going baby girl?" He whispered almost sadistically, his fingers circling at an increasing speed.

You were a whimpering mess beneath him, writhing within his restraint.

"Don't fight it baby, relax. Just relax.." he cooed, his own climax drawing near as he felt your walls start to tighten around him.

You raised a hand to push at Antonio's shoulder, signalling him to stop but the impending wave of unimaginable pleasure finally hit.

"Fuck, Mateo!" You cried out, throwing your head back as you let it wash over you, your back arching off the bed.

Your body was on fire, pleasure coursing through your veins and slowly paralysing you.

Antonio completely looked past the fact you were calling out his fake name, the sensation of your walls fluttering around him were enough to throw him over the edge of his own climax.

His thrusts began to falter as he filled you with his cum, thick white ropes of it now coating your walls.

He became a whimpering mess, barely able to hold his head up as he felt his body grow limp.

He used all the strength he had left to prevent himself from collapsing onto you, his gaze slowly meeting yours as he looked down at you.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked sincerely, using his now free hand to support his body weight as he brought the other hand down to your cheek to cup it gently.

You nodded in response, a smile slowly creeping its way onto your face.

"Are you?" You asked playfully, breathing heavily as your chest rise and fall at an increased pace.

"Better than okay, never been better." He smirked, slowly pulling himself out before moving to lay on his back beside you, his chest moving just as rapidly as yours.

A part of him expected you to immediately cling to him, but he watched as you lay still, as if you were almost hesitant to do so.

The hesitation regarding your climax slowly came to mind seconds later, it left him to wonder whether you'd even ever experienced one before, his detective skills were slowly piecing these bits of information together to come to his very own conclusion.

Perhaps you'd only ever met men who selfishly thought for themselves, but he wasn't going to let you feel dissatisfied in his company.

He extended his arm, sliding it beneath your neck before gently pulling you closer, signalling for you to get closer.

You slowly turned your head to look at him, the warm gaze staring back at you made your heart flutter violently.

"You're gonna hurt my feelings if you don't get over here. I am good for other things, you know?" His tone was playful and it made you smile.

You willingly let him pull you closer, resting your head against his shoulder as he'd instigated before wrapping your arm over his chest, your calf slipping between the two of his.

The warmth radiating off his body and the exhaustion of your sexual encounter made you sleepy, you allowed your eyes to close to preserve whatever energy you could.

His fingers gently play with several strands of your hair, a smile slowly settling on his face as if he had not a worry in the world.

He forcibly shut out the facts, the real reason he was in your company and the task he had ahead.

He wanted to prolong the night, the time he had left with you before he'd inevitably had to leave to report back to Voight.

He froze as he felt you nuzzle your head against his shoulder, lifting his head a little to glance down at you.

He leant in, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head before reaching for the comforter to pull over the two of you.

He wasn't particularly bothered about himself, but he wanted to cover your modesty and keep you warm.

He adjusted the covers, covering only up to your shoulders as he didn't want to smother you.

"So, no round two?" He joked, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"In a minute.." you mumbled sleepily, drifting in and out of your sexually induced sleepiness.

He held you close as he lay his head against the pillow, soaking in the beauty of the moment you’d shared while he could.

- This is my first time writing and I’m still not too confident, any constructive feedback is welcome!

-I am posting several other parts to this story in the next few days🫣

[ao3feed-ateez]

the downfall of ricky

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MjveqzD by ilovekeyfromshineeteehee y/n needs to find her oppa asap! but nobody will get with her :( shes just a koreaboo. but soon a magical fairy rei gets her with shindong and she meets his nephew, ricky. ricky does it with y/n but soon y/n finds out hes a cheater. zhang hao bites the curb. zhang hao and y/n soon break up w ricky. everyone falls inlove with the nonchalant dreadhead taesan.wait.. 𝓲𝓶 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵… freakbob not now!! Words: 2564, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band), NCT (Band), P1Harmony (Band), ATEEZ (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), Stray Kids (Band), The Boyz (Korea Band), Super Junior, IVE (Band), ENHYPEN (Band), ILLIT (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Other Characters: Shen Quanrui | Ricky, Lee Heeseung, Han Dongmin | Taesan, Zhang Hao (ZEROBASEONE), Kim Taerae (ZEROBASEONE), Reader, Shin Donghee | Shindong, Naoi Rei, Mark Lee (NCT), Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Choi Taeyang | Theo, Haku Shota | Soul, Han Jisung | Han, Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Yoon Keeho, Kim Woonhak, Lee Sanghyeok | Riwoo, Myung Jaehyun, Woo Jiho | Zico, Na Jaemin, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Yujin (ZEROBASEONE), Park Gunwook, Seok Matthew, Sung Hanbin, Kim Jiwoong (ZEROBASEONE), Moon Hyungseo | Kevin, Bae Junyung | Jacob, Kim Gyuvin, freakbob Relationships: Shen Quanrui | Ricky/Reader, Kim Taerae (ZEROBASEONE)/Reader, Shin Donghee | Shindong/Reader, Shen Quanrui | Ricky/Zhang Hao, Han Jisung/Soul | Haku Shota, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Mark Lee, Heeseung/Freakbob, Taesan/All the girls, Ricky/All the girls Additional Tags: Niggers - Freeform, zhang hao biting the curb, Rape, zhang hao getting booty raped, zhang hao getting jumped by woonhak riwoo and jaehyun, ricky cheater, nonchalant dreadhead, ricky mean, nigger, nigga, master zico, zhang hao bleeding out of anus, y/n finds oppa, y/n oppa, jaemin dont give a fuck about y/n, han and soul have sex, keeho loves ricky, Ricky rizz, rizz - Freeform, Ohio, skibidi, taesan is the real nonchalant dreadhead, taesan might be gay, wait.. 𝓲𝓶 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵… - Freeform, freakbob - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MjveqzD

[fantomcomics]

What’s Out This Week? 1/18

WEEK 3 OF 2023 LET’S GOOOOO

Barbarities GN Vol 1 -  Tsuta Suzuki

In this beautiful Boys' Love/BL romance inspired by Renaissance Europe, a dashing viscount tries to woo a serious nobleman! Lord Montague is a powerful figure in the nation, in need of a bodyguard following a threat to his life. Enter Viscount Adam Canning: a dashing blond-haired nobleman who swears to use his combat skills to protect Lord Montague...and woo anyone who catches his fancy while staying at Lord Montague's estate. When Adam sees Lord Montague's nephew, Joel, Adam is immediately smitten. But Joel is a serious young man, too busy rooting out crime and corruption to fall for Adam's charms. Of course, that just makes Adam want him more! Can Joel stay focused on his lofty ideals, or will he fall for the devilishly handsome viscount?

Children Of Palomar & Other Tales TP -  Gilbert Hernandez

This comics omnibus includes the graphic novels Julio's Day and The Children of Palomar, as well as never-before-collected work by brothers Mario and Gilbert Hernandez, some of which has never been available since its early 2000s run in comic book single issues.

Children of Palomar and Other Tales(the fifteenth volume in our Complete Love and Rockets Library omnibuses and the eighth Gilbert volume) begins with "Me for the Unknown," uncollected since its original 2001-2004 run in Love and Rockets Vol. II comic books. Written by Mario Hernandez and drawn by Gilbert Hernandez, it traces the Rabelaisian journey of Tagg Lillard. A U.S. citizen with a seemingly perfect life working in Latin America, he escapes a death trap clutching important papers, and an imperious CEO and his manservant pursue him through a land plagued by colonialist/corporate greed. Also collected: one of their joints from 2008, "Chiro el Indio." In The Children of Palomar suite of short stories (2006-2007; collected in 2013), there are many mysterious visitors, an apparition that haunts childless women, and readers learn how Chelo lost her eye. And in Julio's Day, which originally ran from 2001-2008 and was collected in 2013, a man's life-threaded with war, loss, illness, and forbidden love-spans a century.

The Chuckling Whatsit HC -  Richard Sala

The 1997 magnum opus of the late Richard Sala, master of graphic noir, has been out of print for years and is now available in hardcover for the very first time.

Sala weaves the gothic cartooning traditions of Edward Gorey and Charles Addams with a melodramatic murder mystery involving astrology, ghouls, academia, and outsider art. Part noir, part horror, and part comedy, this labyrinthine tale of intrigue follows an unemployed writer named Broom who becomes ensnared unwittingly in a complex plot involving mysterious outsider artist Emile Jarnac, the shadowy machinations of the Ghoul Appreciation Society Headquarters (GASH), and the enigmatic Mr. Ixnay. Sala's deadpan delivery makes this ingeniously layered narrative a roller-coaster ride of darkly pure comic suspense. Sala's drawing style also reveals the influence of everything from Hollywood monster movies and Dick Tracy to German expressionism and Grimm's fairy tales. It's a style that's perfectly suited to the narrative, constantly flirting with Sala's fascination for the grotesque and lending palpable tension to the gruesome riddle of The Chuckling Whatsit.

Dune: House Harkonnen #1 (of 12) -  Brian Herbert, Kevin J. Anderson, Michael Shelfer & Raymond Swanland

The second official, NYT Bestselling prequel to Dune is adapted for the first time by award-winning novelists Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson and artist Michael Shelfer (Domino), unveiling a closer look at the rising conflict between beloved characters and bitter villains. Fans will gain insight into how the early years of iconic figures Gurney Halleck, Lady Jessica, and Liet Kynes had their future shaped by the complex and brutal machinations of House Harkonnen! What difficult choices will tear Leto Atreides apart as Baron Harkonnen plots against not just House Atreides, but the Bene Gesserit and the Emperor himself?

Final Gamble #1 (of 6) -  Robyn Singer & Jorge Santiago Jr.

Gambling addict Danny Lin, and disgraced MMA fighter Jasmeet Khanna have both fallen on hard times. Owing an enormous amount of money to a loan shark named Mandy, they are offered the chance to save themselves by winning the money they need-in a game of poker against her. Unable to work together, the two men are easily defeated. As a result of their defeat, the two become prisoners of The Mercury Society, a group composed of the richest and most powerful people in the world. In this unforgiving Hell, people are forced to fight to the death in an elite gamble for their souls.

The Great Food In Comics Set -  Franckie Alarcon

Two delicious books in comics on food reunited! Sushi and Chocolate are explored. 

Fly to Japan and come discover all there is to know about sushi. After revealing the secrets of chocolate to us, Franckie Alarcon offers a gourmet panorama of this exceptional dish that has conquered the planet! But do you really know sushi? And for Dessert: Following Jacques Genin for a year, Franckie Alarcon hobnobbed with one of the biggest chefs of Chocolate. Former chef and pastry chef for prestigious restaurants, this super-talented autodidact shares all his passion and knowledge of chocolate and his process for creating recipes.

I’m Quitting Heroing GN Vol 1 -  Quantum, Nori Kazato & Hana Amano

After saving the world from the Demon Lord, the Hero, Leo, discovers that there isn't a place for him in it anymore. The incredible strength that made him humanity's greatest asset during the war is just a terrifying threat in times of peace, and he soon finds himself shunned from human society. But if the forces of good won't have him, that means it's time for him to apply elsewhere-for a job with his former enemy, the Demon Lord's Army!

Immortal Sergeant #1 (of 9) -  Joe Kelly & Ken Niimura 

Award-winning I KILL GIANTS storytellers JOE KELLY (Deadpool, Savage Spider-Man) and KEN NIIMURA (Eisner Award-winning Umami) return to yank on your heartstrings with IMMORTAL SERGEANT! On the eve of his unwelcome retirement, Jim Sargent (aka "Sarge") a grizzled, old-school detective, catches a break on a murder case that's haunted him for decades. Unfortunately, Sarge must drag his anxiety-riddled adult son, Michael, along for the ride or risk losing the lead forever. Can this dysfunctional duo overcome their own hang-ups, blindspots, and secrets to catch a killer?  

Is Love The Answer? GN -  Uta Isaki

A poignant coming-of-age story about a young woman coming into her own as she discovers her identity as aromantic asexual. When it comes to love, high schooler Chika wonders if she might be an alien. She's never fallen for or even had a crush on anyone, and she has no desire for physical intimacy. Her friends tell her that she just "hasn't met the one yet," but Chika has doubts... It's only when Chika enters college and meets peers like herself that she realizes there's a word for what she feels inside-asexual-and she's not the only one. After years of wondering if love was the answer, Chika realizes that the answer she long sought may not exist at all that that's perfectly normal.

Lugosi: The Rise And Fall Of Hollywood’s Dracula GN -  Koren Shadmi

The critically-acclaimed biography chronicling the tumultuous personal and professional life of horror icon Bela Lugosi. LUGOSI, the tragic life story of one of horror's most iconic film stars, tells of a young Hungarian activist forced to flee his homeland after the failed Communist revolution in 1919. Reinventing himself in the U.S., first on stage and then in movies, he landed the unforgettable role of Count Dracula in what would become a series of classic feature films. From that point forward, Lugosi's stardom would be assured...but with international fame came setbacks and addictions that gradually whittled his reputation from icon to has-been. LUGOSI details the actor's fall from grace and an enduring legacy that continues to this day.

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The otaku dragon from the original hit manga series stars in a manga of his own! Fafnir is a dark, brooding curse dragon from the same world as Tohru, Kanna, and their friends. He's also an otaku who's as obsessed with games, merch, and doujinshi as he is with gold, jewels, and destroying all humans. This latest spin-off from the popular Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid series follows Fafnir's daily life in a shared apartment with Kobayashi's otaku coworker Takiya, where Fafnir tries to get along with humans and dragons-or just avoid them!

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[t3kandson]

Fresh Air Adventures

Wordcount; 3,084

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Kim Younghoon & Reader X Lee Hyunjae. (O11 through the series)

Characters; O11 & Kim Hyungseo Aka Bibi.

Warning; Angst, Wanking & Outside Sex.

Notes; Chapter 5/12 of Learning Love earlier Chapters found here.

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

“So how does it work? Bibi quizzed intrigued when your boyfriends was getting the coffees for your double date. “What do you mean?” you asked tilting your head confused with her statement till her eyes took to your boyfriend. “Seeing other people,” she said blushing as you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You and Younghoon had been dating for three months now, though you knew his bed was full, the only person in your bed had been Haknyeon. “It’s just how it is really,” you smiled not being use to how to answer when you still wasn’t sure, never having slept with anyone without him present. “Don’t either you get jealous?” She quizzed as you smiled, this question was easy. “Nope I know I’m the one he comes back to,” you said watching the sexy ass of your man in your view. “What about him with you?” She continued, as you bit your lip. You only had Haknyeon to go on and there wasn’t any time you saw jealousy, you worked perfectly instead. “Oh i see, I told Kevin there would be jealousy somewhere,” Bibi said smiling at her boyfriend who had turned to blow kisses her way. “It’s not that, it’s just there’s not really been opportunities for me to put him in that position to be jealous,” you explained as Younghoon rolled his eyes at Kevin’s romantic antics across the cafe. “Wait what so it’s an open relationship just for him,” Bibi scoffed eyes widened. “No, just suppose I’m just inexperience at the wooing part,” you chuckled. “Well that’s true because we know some want you,” Bibi sniggered. “Well come on dish the dirt,” you asked fidgeting in your seat.

“Youngjae for one,” she smirks your way. “He’s always moaning to Kevin & Jacob that Younghoon took you before he had a chance,” she sniggered as the guys made there way to you. Your mind wandered over the younger of the group. You wasn’t blind to his lack of enthusiasm of you and Younghoon. He was always cheerful and enjoying entertaining the group with laughter. But the second you gave the slight attention to him he would close up. Though not as closed up as Sunwoo who made it obvious he hated you.

“I got you your favourite,” Younghoon broke through your thoughts as he passed you your favourite luxury hot chocolate. “Thanks baby,” you smiled pouting your lips for him to kiss them which he obliged. “So what was you two lovely ladies talking about then?” Kevin asked as his lips left Bibi. “Oh we was just talking about how there open relationship was just one way,” Bibi said making you splutter on your hot liquid that had you a dribbling mess. “No, no that’s not quite what I said,” you scowled. “You said you hadn’t seen anyone else why he had,” She said tilting her head. “Baby I love you and everything but yeah sometimes you need to leave some stuff in there,” Kevin said pressing his finger to her forehead. “I wasn’t complaining by the way,” you said to Younghoon’s confusion. “Just answering why you don’t get jealous,” you added as your heart thundered in your chest. “It’s ok baby you don’t have to panic I know ok, I know you would never moan,” he said smiling as he planted a kiss soothing your concerns before changing the subject with Kevin.

It was Haknyeon’s birthday and you was making him a cake with Bibi or rather watching her as she spread her talent. You was bent over the counter helping to place the strawberry’s on the cake when you felt a body lean into you. Your arms slunk around the neck of your boyfriend as it froze behind you. “You hungry baby,” you smirked as you twisted to plant the strawberry in your hand in his mouth, but your heart leapt when the status frozen was Youngjae.

“Oh shit sorry I thought you was,” “Younghoon clearly, which I’m definatly not,” his voice huskily cut yours off. “I’m so sorry,” you said as your face heated red. “Why you apologising? he was stood there inappropriately may I add and didn’t move when you was affectionate neither,” Bibi said attacking the cake with the strawberry’s you was slacking from. “No actually I was trying to get my cup, you know the one you’ve used for a strawberry holder,” Youngjae said clicking his tongue at the roof of his mouth. “And you froze like a deer in headlight because?,” she said smirking at him as his face matched yours.

“Look when your finished with my cup let me know,” Youngjae said storming off to leave the room. “Can’t answer that can you?” Bibi said as he walked slightly out your view. “See told you Y/N he’s mad for you,” she smirked as she set to find the icing. “You really didn’t need to be mean,” you said worried for Youngjae. “And you like him too I see, standing up for him,” she smiled as she started prepping the icing pipe. “He’s good looking obviously,” you said popping a strawberry in your mouth from his cup. You couldn’t help by suck on it imagining it extra tasty Because it was his property. “But,” she said tilting her head at you, “no there’s no buts,” you added looking at the mess of the kitchen side.

The door went ending the Youngjae conversation as you dashed to answer. “Oh it’s you,” Sunwoo said looking at you with disgust. “Who did you think it was going to be?” You scoffed at him as he made his way in to the apartment. “The guys really need to get a red light when you come to visit,” he snarled at you as your fist balled. “Wouldn’t stop you Kim Sunwoo, funny how you dig insults at Y/N when your insinuating that she’s a kind of person who is basically the female version of you.” Bibi said sarcastically that had Sunwoo’s eyes widen temporarily, “Well you would know,” He said licking his lips at her as it dawned there was clearly history between the pair.

“Kevin the hookers arrived?” She shouted down the corridor towards her boyfriends room. Youngjae dashed out looking confused at finding Sunwoo stood there. “Your so funny Bibi, don’t call yourself nasty names,” Youngjae smirked at her earning the last strawberry to be thrown his way. “Seriously though we are planning a stripper for Haknyeon tonight,” Youngjae smirked in excitement as Sunwoo raked his eyes towards you.

The words came that you know would fall having got use to Sunwoo’s hatred of you. “Just give him Y/N he seems to like that,” he smirked as you growled at him. “Don’t be crude man,” Youngjae scolded. “Wait so you can call Bibi that but the second I say anything about saint Y/N you get offended,” Sunwoo said shaking his head amused. “Bibi knows I’m teasing and,”, “and you hate that Y/N will sleep with anyone that isn’t you,” Bibi cut him off to his glare as you stepped backwards wanting to run for the whole conversation. “Tell Younghoon I’m just going to the shops,” you added as you twisted to leave the awkward conversation in the room.

Leaning your head against the door closing your eyes for a moment or two you opened them to find Hyunjae stood there smirking. “What’s up Sexy,” he said tilting his head. “Nothing just was getting a bit too stuffy in there,” you smiled standing away from the door. “Hence why I’m going to the shops,” you added smiling. “Fancy some company,” he said holding his hand to you. “It won’t bite I promise,” he teased as you stared his hand down. “Well my hand won’t, I might though,” he smirked winking.

You smile warmly at his reaction when you took his hands and made your way to the air breeze.

“So what happened for you to dash so quickly?” Hyunjae asked into the awkward silence.

“Just Sunwoo being a twat that’s all,” you said smiling as you enjoyed the way your hand felt in Hyunjae’s. “It’s only because he fancy’s you, he hates that you was cold to him so he’s set up a wall,” he said holding your hand tighter.

“This is ok right?” He asked before you could push him on Sunwoo. “Well I’m sure Younghoon happily holds his other partners hands,” you said feeling a smallest bit of jealousy hit you from no where. “No not really we like to hold something else,” Hyunjae teases with a wink as you chuckle at him. “Sometimes he let’s me do more,” he whispered in to your ear as he got close enough to spin you into his grasp.

“Hyunjae,” you squealed feeling your cheeks blush. “What’s up sexy, the whole point of a open relationship is being able to touch who you want,” he says brushing his hand along your cleavage. “Kiss who ever you want,” he adds letting his lips press to yours momentarily that leaves your lips burning. “And fuck who ever you want,” he whispers in your ears as a gasp leaves your throat. Before you can respond he dashes off, his grip on your wrist strongly holding you as he pulls you into the nearby Shop.

“Right there must be something we need for tonight’s party,” he says seriously as if that moment of flirting didn’t happen. As he dialled his phone you pressed your fingers on the lips he had just kissed, thinking about why you didn’t kiss him back. Was it because of Younghoon? Was this acceptable? You knew it was an open relationship but could you really pull the likes of Hyunjae down an alleyway and fuck? Was you becoming that kind of person? You wasn’t that adventurous surely? Did you want to be that person?

“Well Younghoon said he was out of condoms but hey we can get some for us later right,” he winked as your face brushed bright red. The joke clearly not being that as you spotted him throwing a box into the basket. “What’s up sexy thought it was a joke,” he smirked as you was left stunned with little words to fall from your lips. Your relief coming to when you received a message from Younghoon till you read the words.

‘I’m ok with you being with other people you know that right. That’s the whole point of a open relationship.’

Did he know you was with Hyunjae? Was he really ok you going off with him? Did you want to go off with him? You watched as Hyunjae loaded a couple bottles of Soju into the basket. He was breathtakingly beautiful, but also intelligent, warm, gentle despite being over flirtatious. “Your dribbling sexy,” Hyunjae whispers pulling you into him by your waist. “Did you tell Younghoon you was with me?” you asked intrigued if that’s who he was on the phone with. “Maybe why?” He said brushing a hair behind your ear. “Just asking,” you choked feeling your arousal attack there in the Shop. “Did he message you with jealousy?” Hyunjae sniggered leaving you to find some snacks. “No quite the opposite he gave me permission,” you said watching his eyes widen with a devilish grin.

“Did he now,” he said grazing his teeth along his lower lip. He dashed to the counter, “I just want these,” he said fishing the condoms out to the shop keeper. “I’ll Come back for them,” he said smiling at the rest of the basket as the shop keeper looked to you in horror. He typed into his phone, paid the Shopkeeper and grabbed your hand.

“Right time for a lesson,” he said pulling you down the road searching around looking like a crazy paranoid person. “Lesson?” You asked as he paused his eyes widening as he looked around again and pulled you up an alleyway. “Yes Y/N lesson in adventure,” he smiled back to look at you giggling as he pulled you up a steep alleyway. It was like he read your thoughts earlier about fucking out here and panic and anticipation hit. He was taking you through mazes of alleyways, till he turned to face you.

He grabs you from the back of your neck pushing you into him, his lips clashing with you hard and frenzied. This time your lips worked with his as your kisses become a clash of tongues and teeth. Kisses that was in an attempt to cut your oxygen as his hands buried up your top. Fingers hooking your breast from your top as he cupped them, tweaking your nipple with a little pressure as he sucked down your hiss. Gliding his hand up your thighs he lifts your skirt to find your panties as his lips leave yours to grin mischievously. “Ooh easy access I love it you naughty sexy minx,” he coos as his lips return back to yours. “Wait,” you pant pushing his shoulders back detaching him from your lips. “You want to do it here?” You question with shock.

“Oh sexy, we’re suppose to be teaching you and this is one hot risky but amazing sexy lesson, trust me,” he grins before attempting to return his lips to yours to no avail. “Hyunjae we could get caught,” you scoff as panic attacks you from no where. “That’s the fun sexy, think of the thought of us being caught with my dick pumping into your sweet ass pussy,” he smirks. “I don’t know Hyunjae,” you say not feeling quite reassured how that could enlightened the experience.

“Y/N do you trust me?” he asks cupping your face and you nod, you trust all these Boyz with your life. “Then trust me, trust me to know that your going to love the excitement of the risk,” he said, his hands toying with the elastic band of your pants. “Can you do that?” he whispers seductively as you nod. He grins devilishly as his lips return to there frenzied attack, his fingers swiping the material along your folds to find your sensitive nub.

Moans being suckled down as you enjoy the feel of his fingers swirling about your clit. Your hand pat his hardening bulge as your fingers dash to the zip to free him. Palming his freed shaft you start pumping him as he moans into your kiss. “Fuck you do that so good,” he coos with his eyes shut having left your lips. Speeding to tune the pitches of his moans brings excitement to you already. Thinking of his blushes being caught having his dick wanked has your heart beating with mischievous yourself.

His eyes open to see the enjoyment on your face and he tilts his head. “Oh you naughty naughty minx, let’s see if your still be smiling when I’m fucking you crazy against this wall,” he threatens. Your grip tightening to his words as you speed your pace till he prises your hand away. Spinning you to face the wall you can hear the rip of the condom, though your on the pill you don’t inform him, you don’t know who else this Randy fucker is fucking. Before you can think when and who the last person you saw him with, you feel his hands grip your waist as he makes you step back to him. “I’m going to have you scream so much Younghoon will hear you,” he threatens.

Slamming himself into you he does just that as you cry into the alleyway that earns his chuckle. “Oh look at your tight pussy sucking me in whole,” he teases before he sets his pace.

Fingers scratching into the wall from the intense feeling of him fucking you has you know your in trouble. You lean your head into your hands to stuff your teeth around your fist thats now tightly near your mouth, avoiding loud noises to leave.

Hyunjae doesn’t appreciate this, speeding his thrust as your walls clench around him hard. “Sexy don’t hold it in let go, let everyone know who’s fucking you good,” he whines into his thrust that you can hear is starting him to pant. Fingers finding your nipple he tweaks on them earning a yelp. “That’s it sexy, let it go,” he pleads as he sets up a speed heavy grunting falling in your ear. “Maybe we should have text the guys, let them see how greedy your pussy is that’s fucking me so well for the people to see,” he sniggers as you push yourself back into his thrusts. Meeting his cock as your walls clamp around him has his own moans leave. The sounds so heavily evidence to what your both getting up to. Thoughts of being caught like he said earlier has you finding the situation highly enticing. You was beginning to feel brain fogged as your sure your imagining Sunwoo peering round the corner. Being caught by Sunwoo swirls round your mind and the grunts from Hyunjae is enough to push you over the edge, screaming his name as you convulse around his dick. “Shit, fuck,” Hyunjae cry’s as he fills the condom with his cum, cry’s falling that are almost louder then yours.

You wince as his cock leaves as he leans against you pushing you into the wall, heavy panting in the air. “Fuck Younghoon’s right you are so fucking good at this,” he compliments kissing your bare shoulder, that’s on show from the jacket that’s slipped off. “Younghoon might own this, but sexy make no mistake, I’ll be enjoying this a lot more often,” he teased spinning you to press a much more sweet kiss on your lips.

You walk into the apartment with Hyunjae holding your hand. The guys all waiting to attend Haknyeon’s apartment for the party that night. Younghoon pulls you by your jacket collar pressing his lips to yours as Hyunjae hand slips. “You wear sex so well, hope he took care of you baby,” he smiles as you snuggle into him. “For the record no I’m not jealous,” he says kissing your neck. You can’t find words to throw out but you can see Youngjae’s eyes looking sad across the room at you. Behind him Sunwoo is seething mad as he looks you up and down with disgust. You remember Hyunjae’s words and for the first time you don’t feel hatred you feel pity. You needed to some how warm that cold heart of his. Next lesson was to dethaw the jealous Kim Sunwoo what ever the cost.

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➵ hi everyone, i am moni! if we’re close feel free to call me by any nickname </3

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current hyperfixation ➵ zb1 & bnd

ults ➵ day6 (ot4) ✰ bts (namgi) ✰ the boyz (sunwoo, jacob, changmin, and eric) ✰ zb1 (taerae, hanbin, and matthew) ✰ boynextdoor (dongjaedong) ✰ txt (yeonbin) ✰ le sserafim (ot5) ✰ loona (yeojin, chuu, choerry, and vivi), p1harmony (intak)

my other loves

nct dream (jaemin and donghyuck) ✰ seventeen (seungkwan, dokyeom, and minghao) ✰ weki meki (yoojung and lucy) ✰ stayc (sumin, sieun, and isa) ✰ cravity

bibi ✰ dean ✰ woodz ✰ seori ✰ yerin baek ✰ dpr ✰ giriboy ✰ ph-1 ✰ woo ✰ offonoff ✰ crush ✰ penomeco ✰ epik-high

hyukoh ✰ wave to earth ✰ lucky tapes ✰ jannabi ✰ se so neon ✰ polkadot stingray ✰ surl ✰ nell ✰ lucy ✰ indigo la end ✰ onewe ✰ radwimps ✰ no buses ✰ cnblue

hippo campus ✰ laufey ✰ faye webster ✰ mitski ✰ phoebe bridgers ✰ sabrina carpenter ✰ matt maltese ✰ niki ✰ maneskin

ludwig ✰ quarterjade ✰ itzmasayoshi ✰ jerma985 ✰ tinakitten ✰ the yard ✰ jacksepticeye ✰ markiplier

valorant ✰ kirby ✰ fe3h (claude von riegan) ✰ omori ✰ the last of us ✰ overwatch ✰ pokemon ✰ inscryption ✰ undertale ✰ borderlands ✰ minecraft ✰ bioshock infinite ✰ stardew valley

doctor who ✰ little women (2019) ✰ everything, everywhere, all at once ✰ the spiderverse franchise ✰ the mandalorian ✰ community ✰ new girl ✰ modern family ✰ superstore ✰ the good place

tomo-chan wa onnanoko ✰ cowboy bebop ✰ brass & sass ✰ the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya ✰ kyoukai no kanata ✰ code geass ✰ steins;gate

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Mamma mia, here I go again {pt7}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: heart break Word count: 1022 Taglist: @ashy-kit @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife-simpaccount @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @szobosz @topguncultleader @vellicora @ystrolllll

Part 7 of the Mamma Mia series

They really weren’t kidding when they said ‘let us woo you’. The next two weeks fly by in a blur of data streams, flights and more dates, each getting more elaborate as time goes on. Mark takes you out for crazy golf while in Singapore, a suggestion by Oscar and undoubtedly Lando, although you wonder whether they suggested the murder mystery themed one. Lewis spoils you with a hot air balloon ride to watch the sunrise when you’re in Suzuka, the sight leaving you breathless, and Kevin treats you to a picnic after a bike ride through the park. You love seeing their own personalities reflected in the activities they plan for you, but also in the way they show their affection for you: Mark takes care of you, driving you to and from the paddock, making sure you eat by bringing you lunch. Kevin and you managed to keep your promise to spend more time together; he will often just come hang out at the Mercedes hospitality and chat with the mechanics or with Mick while you get some last minute bits of work done. It’s nice to have him beside you, to have the weight of his hand on your thigh every so often just to let you know he is still there. And then there’s Lewis who is so observant and spoils you in different ways. You mention once how your sunglasses broke and the next thing you know a new pair sits atop your desk. He even gifted you monogrammed loungewear embroidered in his colours after he overheard you talking about how your travel clothes are just no longer comfortable. It’s a clear display of his wealth and not something you’re used to, but seeing him smile as you use his gifts has your heart skipping a beat. It quite literally feels as if you’re in a romance novel, but while those usually end in a happy ending, you’re having a hard time believing that that could be you. Because romance novels and relationships are usually between two people and not four. Because no matter how hard you try not to, you’re falling in love in a way that terrifies you. It breaks your heart to know you are once again hurting them, but what other options do you have? There is no way that this, that a relationship can work because that would mean having to choose and you can’t. You cannot choose between them nor can you allow yourself to live in the delusion that there is a possibility that you don’t have to. It’s impossible, the choice feels impossible, so you make the only one you can; you’d rather live with the heartbreak and the knowledge that you hurt them, than choose between Kevin, Lewis, and Mark. And so you do what you have always done: you very slowly begin to withdraw yourself, rebuilding the wall the three of them had painstakingly brought down over the past four weeks. 

It all comes to a head after the race that Sunday in Japan. Your emotions are all over the place, flitting between happiness and pride at Mercedes’ performance and bagging some much needed points to hopefully be able to secure that second place in the constructor’s championship, and absolute dread at having to have this conversation with them. And so you find yourself outside the Mercedes motorhome, the three men sat in front of you.

“Now that the month is almost over I thought it best to have this conversation now,” you begin, looking down at your mug. Your stomach is in knots and for once it’s not the morning sickness that’s making you nauseous. 

“I’m really sorry but I can’t do this. I- I don’t have feelings for you. For any of you. I’m sorry for stringing you along and getting your hopes up, I really am,” you continue, voice barely louder than a whisper. The silence that follows is deafening. You don’t dare to look up because you know once you see the look on their faces your resolve will crumble like a house of cards. 

“Bullshit,” Kevin says, his frustrations clear in his voice. Your heart breaks at the ice in his tone, but keep your eyes on your mug while holding back tears. 

“Kev-..” Mark tries to placate him, but to no avail.

“No, don’t you Kevin me. This is her M.O. God, you can’t even look at us while you tell us you feel nothing for any of us.” 

“We did tell her it would be up to her,” Lewis adds.You look up at both him and Kevin through your eyelashes, watching them share a look you can’t decipher. You watch Kevin’s shoulders slump before looking back at you. Quickly you avert your eyes, trying to keep your face neutral. 

“Fine,” Kevin sighs, the dejection and resignation in his voice cut deeper than any knife possibly ever could, “forget it. See you around the paddock I guess.” And with that the Danish driver leaves. 

“I’m really sorry,” you whisper, throat thick with tears.

“So am I, sweetheart,” Mark says, pressing a kiss against your temple before getting up as well. Lewis gives your hand a squeeze before following the Australian into the paddock for the final round of interviews, leaving you behind with the remnants of your shattered heart. 

You somehow manage to hold it together until you’re back in your hotel room, catching a ride with another colleague to avoid having to see Mark again. Throwing your bag on a chair, you make a beeline for the ensuite, turning on the shower while silent tears roll down your cheeks. Stripping out of your team gear, you step under the hot water, wrapping your arms around your chest as sobs wreck through you, afraid that you might fall apart even further if you don’t hold onto yourself. You know that this hell is your own doing but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less, doesn’t make the pain any less. Little do you know, the heartache that is already all consuming is about to become so, so much worse.

Maybe the secret fourth option was choose pain? I can already hear someone throw her phone against the wall. Love you @szobosz

Again, the biggest thank you to @curiousthyme for being my beta reader, love you so much ives

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Oh yeah, quick info dump about The Author's POV if this is the first time you've heard of it. I'm like 18 chapters in, so this is a surface level recap. Uh, mini-spoilers?

MC, currently known as Ren Dover (previous name unknown both by us AND the MC atm), was an author living an unsatisfying life whose latest novel, the Luminescent Swordsman, was not well received by readers.

Getting frustrated and angry, dude's blood pressure or smth rose and he ultimately died at 32. And guess what?!

(You'll never guess what happened)

Indeed. He woke up in that very same novel, but as an extra. Literally a nobody, a mob in the crowd. Just so happens to be in the same class as the original MC, Kevin Voss.

(The name amuses me, for some reason. Like. The main character being KEVIN. lmao.)

So this original MC guy, yeah? Kind of a meme to me, honestly. Dude's the incarnation of "i train much. i fight many. i kind and love justice. orphan. tragic backstory", more or less. I'm oversimplifying atm, because that's... kinda how he is at the moment? Literally reading his backstory rn and how he is a Sung Jin-Woo type of guy. With a system that brought him from zero to hero, ya know?

Moving on!

Ren decided to get some power-ups (valid af), where he realized he kinda made the OG!MC ridiculously OP. And then ALSO realized he didn't finish writing the ending.

Long story short: academic setting; everyone underestimates MC cuz he's supposedly the weakest; everyone is some sort of arrogant asshole; apparently there's some sort of system involved, but not that much (yet?); emphasis on pretty girls; aaaand there's room for growth.

Like, my opinion so far? Nothing too remarkable, but that's the way it is in the beginning. I can see some seeds that are planted that can either sprout wonderfully under proper care or just... exist and have that potential forgotten.

Well, I shall read and see.