#sim watches walking dead

[sssssssim]

Somehow...

The Walking-Dead-Verse keeps getting more and more disturbing.

[naydralikessoup]

"you can let it kill the prosecutor in you or you can let it help you grow" "prosecutor edgeworth chooses death" "you effectively killed the prosecutor in him" IM LOSING MY MIND

[pucksandpower]

Help, My Cat Drank My Red Bull!

Max Verstappen x veterinarian!Reader

Summary: in which Sassy gets into an open can of Max’s energy drink and inadvertently leads Max to the love of his life

Max sighs as he exits the sim-rig, stretching his arms over his head. After a few intense hours of virtual racing, he could use a pick-me-up.

He wanders into the kitchen, spotting the full can of Red Bull he had left on the counter earlier.

Perfect.

But as Max reaches for the energy drink, something catches his eye — a sticky puddle on the granite countertop where the can should be. He leans in, sniffing cautiously. The unmistakable sweet scent of Red Bull wafts up.

“What the ...” His voice trails off as a blur of tan fur darts past the corner of his vision.

Sassy skids into view. Her pupils are dilated to the size of marbles and she’s practically vibrating with excess energy. Max’s jaw drops as the realization hits.

“No, no, you didn’t ...”

But the evidence is irrefutable. Sassy must have knocked over the can and lapped up every sugary drop.

Max runs a hand through his curls, panic rising. Too much caffeine could be incredibly dangerous for a cat her size. He needs to get her to a vet right away, but at — he checks his watch — 2:14 in the morning, his usual clinic will be closed.

“Come here, Sassy!” He calls, slowly advancing on the hyper feline.

But Sassy just stares at him, unblinking, before bolting in the opposite direction with a manic burst of speed. Max gives chase, cursing under his breath as she darts around furniture and ricochets off walls. After several frantic minutes of pursuit, he finally manages to corner the cat and scoop her into a carrier.

Sassy yowls in protest as Max secures the door, but he has no choice. He grabs his keys and races down to the parking garage, carefully settling the carrier into the passenger seat of his bright red Ferrari before peeling out toward the nearest emergency vet clinic.

The drive seems to take an eternity with Sassy howling the whole way. Max’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel as he haphazardly parks outside the clinic and jumps out, slamming the door behind him.

Only to stop dead a few steps later, the realization crashing over him like a wave. In his haste, he left the cat in the car.

“Shit!” Max spins on his heel, cheeks burning as he hurries back and grabs the carrier, cradling it awkwardly against his chest.

He strides through the front doors of the clinic, the receptionist looking up in surprise at his abrupt entrance.

“Please,” Max gasps out, eyes wide. “My cat, she drank a whole can of Red Bull. What do I do?”

The receptionist’s brows knit together briefly before her features smooth into a professional mask. “Okay sir, please have a seat in exam room three. The doctor will be right with you.”

Max nods frantically, hurrying down the hallway as directed and gently depositing the carrier on the exam table. He resumes his pacing, running anxious hands through his hair.

After what feels like an eternity, the door finally opens. But the person who walks in absolutely takes Max’s breath away.

You are, without a doubt, the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen. From your cascading locks to your warm eyes, Max can’t tear his gaze away. Your figure is highlighted by pale blue scrubs as you cross the room, a soft smile playing at the corners of your mouth.

“Good morning, I’m Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. What seems to be the trouble?”

Max’s throat is suddenly, inexplicably dry. He clears it harshly. “U-uh, hi. I’m Max. Max Verstappen. My cat, Sassy, she — well, I had a can of Red Bull out and she must have knocked it over because when I came back, it was empty but the counter was sticky and then she was just … super hyper and crazy ...”

His words stumble to a halt as you lean over, gently pulling the still-feisty Sassy from her carrier and depositing her on the table. You murmur soothingly, stroking her soft fur as you examine her dilated pupils and elevated pulse.

“Hmm, yes, it does sound like she’s had a bit too much caffeine.” You shoot Max a reassuring smile that makes his heart skip a beat. “Not to worry though, we’ll get her taken care of.”

As you deftly slip a mild sedative into the crook of Sassy’s leg, Max can’t help but watch in awe at how gentle and caring you are. He’s never seen someone so compassionate and loving toward an animal before.

Within minutes, the sedative takes effect and Sassy transforms from a blur of frantic energy to a lazy puddle of fur, watching the room with heavy-lidded eyes. You scratch between her ears, lips quirked.

“There we go, that’s better. She’ll be feeling pretty groggy for the next little while as the caffeine works its way out of her system.”

Max nods dumbly, completely mesmerized as you deftly check Sassy’s vitals again.

“Her temperature and heart rate are looking good. I’d just recommend keeping her awake and hydrated until the effects have fully worn off in six to eight hours, then she should be back to normal.”

“Okay, yeah. Thank you so much, really,” Max gushes, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I was so worried when I realized what happened.”

You shrug with an easy smile. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all. Better to get these things checked out, just to be safe.” A teasing glint enters your expressive eyes. “Although, I have to ask — how exactly does a Red Bull can get knocked over and lapped up by a cat?”

Max feels his cheeks flush again as your gaze meets his, warm and friendly and so incredibly beautiful up close.

He clears his throat. “Uh, well, you see I was sim racing for a while and just left it out, which was dumb of me ...”

As he rambles through the explanation, Max can’t tear his eyes away from the crinkles that form around your eyes when you smile or the melodic lilt of your laughter. By the time he’s finished, he’s even more smitten than before.

An awkward silence falls as you finish up examining Sassy. You turn back to Max, expression soft.

“Well, it seems like your girl is going to be just fine. I’ll get the discharge paperwork ready for you.”

Your footsteps retreat toward the door and panic seizes Max’s chest. He can’t just let you walk away, not without at least trying ...

“Hey, uh, Dr. Y/N?” He calls out before he can overthink it.

You pause, eyebrows raised expectantly as you turn back.

Max suddenly can’t remember what he was going to say. His mind goes blank, palms growing sweaty, as he shuffles his feet. The words completely escape him as he’s overwhelmed by your warmth and beauty.

“I, uh … thanks again. For helping Sassy,” he stammers out instead, mentally kicking himself.

You smile patiently. “Of course, I’m just glad she’s going to be okay.”

An awkward silence stretches between you as Max wars internally, desperately trying to muster the courage to ask you out properly. But the moment slips away as you begin to turn back toward the door.

“Well, I’ll get those discharge papers ready for you.”

“Right, yeah, okay. Thanks ...” Max’s words trail off lamely as you exit the room.

He squeezes his eyes shut, smacking his forehead in frustration. He just completely blew his chance with the most incredible woman he’s ever met, all because he’s a bumbling idiot who can’t even form a simple sentence around someone that effortlessly beautiful and caring.

Max blows out a long breath, trying to refocus on the fact that Sassy is going to be alright, at least. As he carefully gathers her sleepy form back into her carrier, he can’t help the pang of regret that settles in his chest.

Maybe your paths will cross again someday under better circumstances. A guy can dream, right?

***

The next week drags by for Max in a blur of monotony. He finds his thoughts drifting constantly back to the emergency vet clinic, replaying his disastrous non-attempt at asking you out on a date. Just the memory of your radiant smile and warm eyes is enough to make his heart stutter.

But as the days pass with no sign of you around Monaco, Max’s hope slowly fades. Of course someone as incredibly kind, caring, and beautiful as you would never go for an awkward guy like him. He’s an idiot for thinking he even had a chance.

Exactly one week after the Red Bull incident with Sassy, Max is moping on his couch, idly stroking Jimmy as he channel surfs. He pauses on a cheesy romcom, watching with mild disdain as the bumbling male lead performs increasingly ridiculous stunts all for a chance to see his love interest again.

It’s utterly ridiculous. And yet … Max feels a strange sense of kinship with the hapless romantic on screen.

Because as he stares at the TV, a crazy idea begins to take shape. If he wants to see you again so badly, why not take a page from the movie’s playbook? With a jolt of determination, Max scoops up a disgruntled Jimmy and tucks him into his carrier.

“Looks like you’re coming with me on an adventure, buddy,” Max murmurs, grinning slightly at Jimmy’s unmistakable look of disdain. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while. I just need you to play along so I can see Y/N again. You’re going to help me make her yours and Sassy’s new mom.”

Jimmy yawns pointedly, seemingly unimpressed with Max’s romantic scheming. Max just chuckles, scratching the cat between the ears before grabbing his keys and heading for the garage.

He settles Jimmy’s carrier into the passenger seat of his Ferrari, the engine roaring to life under his expert control. As he navigates Monaco’s winding streets, Max keeps up a steady stream of conversation with his distinctly unreceptive feline audience.

“You’re going to love Y/N, I just know it,” he insists, pulling up to a red light. “She’s the kindest, most compassionate person I’ve ever met. The way she took care of Sassy with such patience and gentleness ...” Max shakes his head in wonder. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Jimmy blinks slowly at him, conveying an impressive blend of judgment and displeasure at being awake, much less participating in this ridiculous plan. Max just barrels onward.

“Look, I know this seems crazy. But Y/N … she’s just special, you know? And if this is what it takes to get to know her better, then I’m all in.”

He pulls up to the familiar sight of the clinic, parking much more calmly this time before grabbing Jimmy’s carrier and heading inside. The same receptionist from before looks up in surprise as he approaches.

“You again? Is everything okay with Sassy?”

Panic grips Max’s chest as he realizes he didn’t actually come up with an excuse for bringing Jimmy in beforehand. He scrambles for something, anything, to say.

“Uh, well, actually it’s Jimmy here who needs to be seen,” he rushes out, nodding toward the disgruntled cat. “You see, I was just, uh … brushing him earlier and he seemed great. But then I went to pick him up and it was like … bam!” Max mimes an explosion gesture. “Total f-fur explosion, just hair going everywhere! It was like he was … moulting, but not in the normal way, you know?”

By the time Max finishes, the receptionist is staring at him in bewilderment. He can feel the flush creeping up the back of his neck as she blinks slowly.

“A … fur explosion,” she repeats flatly.

“Exactly!” Max insists with a vigorous nod. “Just an absolute furpocalypse, you would not believe it. So I figured I’d better bring him in to get checked out, just in case?”

A beat passes as the receptionist seems to silently debate arguing with him further. Finally, she just shakes her head.

“Okay, well … go ahead and take Jimmy back to exam room three again. Dr. Y/L/N will be right with you.”

Max’s heart leaps into his throat at the mention of your name as he forces a polite smile and heads back down the hallway to the familiar room. He carefully lets Jimmy out to explore as they wait, praying fervently that you’ll actually be the one to walk through that door.

The minutes drag by in tense silence, Max gnawing nervously at his thumbnail. Just as he’s starting to think this was all a terrible idea, the door swings open and you step inside.

It’s like the world stops spinning for a moment. You are … breathtaking, even more gorgeous than Max remembered. From your tumbling locks of hair to the gentle curve of your smile, he’s completely mesmerized all over again.

You glance up from the chart in your hands, doing a slight double-take as you recognize Max.

“Well, hello again you!” Your voice is bright and melodic. “I can’t say I was expecting to see you back so soon. What happened?”

Your inquisitive gaze meets Max’s and he very nearly blurts out the entire truth right then and there — that he absolutely made up an excuse just for the chance to see you again. Somehow, he bites back the words at the last moment.

“Oh, uh, it was the weirdest thing,” he stammers instead, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I was brushing Jimmy, my other cat, earlier and all of a sudden his fur just started … exploding everywhere! Like, full-on furmageddon. It was insane.”

He cringes inwardly at how stupid he sounds, watching as a crease forms between your brows in contemplation. After a moment, though, your features smooth out into an easy smile and you move closer to gently stroke Jimmy’s silky fur.

“Well, let’s take a look, shall we?”

For the next several minutes, Max watches in rapt fascination as you thoroughly examine Jimmy from ears to tail, gentle hands ghosting over his fur as you murmur soothing reassurances. Just being in your presence is intoxicating.

You’re so caring and patient, even with the obviously fabricated reason Max invented to see you again. It only makes his growing infatuation burn all the brighter.

Finally, you straighten back up and turn to Max with a warm smile.

“Well, I can definitively say there was no fur explosion or moulting crisis with Mr. Jimmy here,” you tease lightly, arching one perfect eyebrow. “He seems perfectly healthy to me. Is there anything else I can help you with today?”

Your knowing look pins Max in place, cheeks flushing guiltily. He rubs at the back of his neck again, trying to decide if he should just come clean or stubbornly dig himself deeper into this ridiculous invented scenario.

But as he opens his mouth, ready to try and bumble through another excuse, something stops him. Maybe it’s the patient understanding in your warm gaze or the gentle amusement playing at the corners of your mouth. Or maybe it’s just Dutch stubbornness rearing its head.

Either way, Max’s words grind to a halt as he takes a deep, fortifying breath.

“You know what? I’m just going to put it all out there,” he blurts before he can second guess himself further. “The truth is … I made up this whole thing as an excuse to come see you again.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but Max presses onward, suddenly unable to stem the flow of words.

“I tried to ask you out last week after you helped Sassy but I completely chickened out like an idiot. And I just … I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about how caring and amazing you were.”

Max’s heart thunders in his ears as he runs an anxious hand through his hair.

“So, I don’t know, I got this stupid idea to bring Jimmy in so I could see you again. Which is insane, I know, and you probably think I’m some total weirdo stalker creep now but-”

“Max.” Your soft voice cuts through his panicked rambling like a lighthouse beam in the fog. “Breathe.”

He sucks in a shuddery breath, feeling his cheeks flush scarlet under your gaze. This is it, the moment you shut him down for being a complete crazy person and he has to slink out of here in shame. Maybe he can move to Timbuktu and become a goat herder to escape his humiliation-

“I have to admit, this is a new one for me,” you continue, a teasing lilt to your words. “Most guys don’t go to such elaborate lengths just to see me again.”

You take a step closer, eyes sparking with a hint of mischief that has Max’s breath catching in his throat.

“Though I have to say, faking a pet illness is definitely an … original move. Do you go to such dramatic extremes for all your romantic pursuits?”

Max can’t help but huff out a surprised laugh at that, some of the tightly-wound tension easing from his shoulders.

“No, I uh … you’re pretty definitively the first person I’ve literally made my cat an accomplice just to spend more time with.”

The laughter that bubbles up from you at that is bright and infectious, warmth blooming in Max’s chest as he drinks in the delighted crinkles at the corners of your eyes.

“Well, as harebrained schemes go, I suppose I’ve encountered worse,” you tease warmly. “Though in the future, you’re welcome to just ask me out like a normal person.”

A weighted pause hangs between you as realization dawns in Max’s thundering heart. Is this … is this your way of giving him that very opening?

He clears his throat roughly, feeling oddly like he’s standing at the edge of a precipice, every molecule vibrating with anticipation and hope and sheer, pounding need.

“Does that mean … I mean, would you want to?” The words stick in his suddenly dry throat. “Go out with me, that is? On like … a date?”

The breath rushes from Max’s lungs in a dizzying whoosh as he finally gets the words out. He watches you intently, hands clenched into nervous fists as he waits for your response with bated breath.

For a moment, you’re quiet, considering him with an inscrutable expression. The silence seems to stretch into eternity, suffocating Max as a thousand worst-case scenarios start to race through his mind.

This is it, he’s blown it forever. You’re going to turn him down, probably with a gentle let-down about having to be professional or not dating clients or something. He’ll be crushed, forced to slink away and change his name and flee to the farthest reaches of Nepal to become a hermit and-

And then, finally, you smile. It’s soft and warm and sends relief crashing through Max in a blissful wave.

“You know what, Max? I would really like that.”

He blinks, feeling a little dizzy as the words bounce around his head. “You … you would?”

You laugh again, low and melodic, taking another step toward him. “I would. In fact, I’d love nothing more.”

A giddy grin splits Max’s face before he can rein it in. You actually said yes! To him! After his utterly insane made-up pet emergency, you still somehow agreed to go out with him.

The absurd wave of giddy elation and disbelief must show on his face, because you shake your head fondly.

“What am I going to do with you, Max Verstappen?” You say, voice warm with wry amusement. “Anyone else might have turned and ran after that nonsense, but I have to admit … there’s something terribly endearing about your attempts at romance.”

You brush past him then, headed for the door with a coquettish glance over your shoulder.

“I’ll get those discharge papers ready. And maybe once the completely fabricated fur crisis is dealt with, you can take me out for that date one of these days?”

Max can only nod dumbly, wide smile still firmly in place as the exam room door swings shut behind you. He glances down at a disgruntled Jimmy, scratching his cat’s ears with a breathy chuckle.

“Looks like your little acting gig paid off after all, buddy. Your new mom’s gonna take me out on a date!”

***

A few months later, Max can barely contain his excitement as he weaves through the familiar organized chaos of the Monaco paddock. This race holds a special thrill every year as one of the marquee events on the calendar. But today, there’s an extra level of anticipation thrumming through his veins.

Because for the first time ever, you’re here with him.

After months of gentle coaxing and meticulously planned days off, he’s finally convinced you to spend an entire race weekend as his guest. The chance to show you his world, the intoxicating intensity of a Grand Prix up close, fills Max with a buzz of elation.

He can’t wait for you to experience it all — the roar of finely-tuned engines, the crunch of data analysis, and even the mundane periods of hurry-up-and-wait that are all just part of the hectic lifestyle he loves. Just having you by his side makes everything seem that much more vibrant and alive.

Max throws you a brilliant grin as he catches your eye, unable to resist drinking in how gorgeous you look, face glowing with curiosity and excitement at taking it all in. His breath catches a little at the warmth in your returned smile. Even after months together, he’s still constantly amazed that this funny, caring, wonderful woman actually agreed to be his.

A gentle hand on his arm breaks through Max’s reverie. He glances over to find his trainer indicating they should move on for the next pre-race commitment. Max nods easily, squeezing your hand as he slows.

“Why don’t you wait here? I’ll just be a couple minutes with Rupert going over some details, then we can grab some food, yeah?”

“Sounds perfect.” You lean in to press a lingering kiss to his cheek that makes his head swim. “I’ll be here.”

Max’s grin is so wide it borders on goofy as he tears himself away to follow Rupert toward the motorhome, throwing one last look over his shoulder. You’ve settled onto a stack of tires just around the corner, radiant smile still in place as you watch the surrounding action unfold.

His trainer’s voice pulls Max back to the present as they walk, and he does his best to shelf his heartsick infatuation for a few minutes to focus. This is it, the most famous race of the year. The track with no room for error during qualifying. He should be mentally locking in, triple checking every detail and sensor read-out.

Instead, his mind keeps drifting back to how soft your lips felt against his cheek, how undeniably right it feels to share this with you.

By the time their brief walk-through wraps up, Max is practically shaking with anticipation to rejoin you. Only as he turns back toward where he left you, jacket slung over his arm … you’re nowhere to be seen.

A crease forms between Max’s brows as he scans the scattered tires and tool chests, looking for your familiar figure. You couldn’t have gone far in such a short span.

Then a flash of movement from the Mercedes garage entrance catches his eye and Max feels his heart plummet. There you are, crouched down animatedly in front of the German team’s pit … with none other than Lewis Hamilton and his bloody bulldog Roscoe.

Of course. Of course Lewis-freaking-Hamilton would zoom in the second Max’s back was turned to try and work his charms on you. Even bringing that dumb dog out like the world’s most obnoxious prop to appeal to your soft heart for animals.

Max sees red, an irrational wave of protective jealousy surging through his veins as he watches you laugh at something Lewis says, completely charmed. Your hand strokes Roscoe’s broad head idly, pure affection written across your features.

And just like that, Max is moving before his brain can catch up, feet carrying him hastily across the pavement as if drawn by an invisible cord.

You glance up as he approaches, smile stretching even wider. “Max! Lewis was just-”

But Max pays your words no mind, slipping an arm around your waist and tugging you snugly against his side as he sizes up Lewis with narrowed eyes.

“Everything okay over here?” His gaze pointedly avoids the dog panting at their feet.

He sees confusion flicker across your features, but Lewis just chuckles good-naturedly.

“Just making a new friend is all! Your girl here is an absolute natural with Roscoe.” He shoots you a warm grin and motions to his dog, who thumps his stubby tail happily against the pavement.

Max feels his jaw tighten, irrational possessiveness flaring hot and bright as Lewis’ approving gaze lingers a little too long for his liking.

“Oh, the pup’s adorable!” You enthuse, dropping into a crouch again to ruffle Roscoe’s velvety ears. “You’re being such a good boy, aren’t you?”

Max scowls down at the dog, annoyed by his besotted panting and frantically wagging tail as you dole out affectionate pats. Like the mangy thing has any inkling how lucky he is.

Leave it to Lewis to trot out something irresistibly cute like that just to try and win you over.

Seeming to sense his silent brooding, you straighten back up and loop your arm through Max’s, squeezing his bicep gently. “I’m getting a little thirsty, actually. Do you mind if I run to the hospitality tent for a drink quickly?”

Lewis perks up instantly. “I can show you whe-”

“She knows the way,” Max cuts him off, perhaps a bit too sharply judging by your surprised blink. He softens his tone with an effort. “To Red Bull hospitality, I mean. I’ll walk you over.”

He turns on his heel, tugging you along in the wake of his hasty dismissal. Your brows knit together and you open your mouth, no doubt to question his odd behavior.

But Max stubbornly presses on, only slowing once you’ve turned past a row of transport trucks and the Mercedes garage is out of sight. He releases a long, slow breath, some of the weird, clawing tension ebbing away now that you’re back by his side.

“Everything alright?” You ask carefully, mouth curved into a bemused half-smile. “That was … a bit of an abrupt exit back there.”

Max snorts, shaking his head ruefully as you fall into step together. How is he supposed to put this in a way that doesn’t make him sound like a completely irrational, jealous idiot?

“Yeah, everything’s great. Just felt like it was time to move on before Lewis could really get going, you know?” He shoots you a sidelong look, arching one brow meaningfully. “Dude loves to hear himself talk.”

You huff out an amused breath, lips twitching like you’re struggling not to grin wider. “I’m not sure I’d go that far. He seems perfectly lovely from what I could tell.”

Max shrugs one shoulder, brushing off the statement and its implicit critique of his attitude. Lewis is a fine enough guy … he just also happens to be a chronic flirt who clearly recognizes a beautiful, charming woman when he sees one. And that activates Max’s protective instincts on a level he didn’t quite anticipate until he saw Lewis zeroing in on you like that.

You drift closer as you walk, bumping his shoulder with yours playfully.

“You know, it was kind of sweet, actually — him bringing Roscoe out to meet me. I think he knew I’m a sucker for a cute dog.”

Sweet. Right. Because Lewis was just doing it all out of the goodness of his bleeding heart.

“Don’t you mean Roscoe is the real competition here?” Max tries for a teasing tone, only half-joking. “Pretty sure that mutt was the one working overtime to charm you.”

He tosses you an exaggerated leer, stoking the banter to cover his lingering irrational annoyance at the entire situation. If you noticed his blatant brush-off of Lewis, you’re being mercifully subtle about calling it out.

Sure enough, you lift one delicately arched brow, lips curved into an indulgent smile. “Is that so? And here I thought it was just Lewis trying to get on my good side. My, what a dilemma!”

Max chuckles despite himself at your playful tone, some of the weird tension ebbing further from his shoulders. Of course you’re not fazed by all this nonsense — you never are. Not only are you unfailingly kind and patient, but you clearly know him well enough by now to recognize when his protective instincts are causing the occasional bout of unreasonable jealousy.

Even though he swears up and down he isn’t actually jealous, not really. Just … being cautious after finally finding someone as incredible as you.

Red Bull hospitality comes into view up ahead, its distinctive energy drink logos splashed across the entrance. You start to slow as you approach, hand trailing lightly down Max’s arm until your fingers brush his.

“I wasn’t gone that long, you know,” you point out, regarding him with those warm, knowing eyes. “I wouldn’t just run off and leave you behind on your big weekend.”

Something in your tone, soft yet insistent, assures Max that you see right through his childishly competitive display. He doesn’t even have the decency to look sheepish as you continue.

“Max, you don’t have to worry about anyone trying to steal me away or whatever it is that’s going through that handsome head of yours. I’m yours, remember?”

Your fingers tangle through his and your free hand comes up to cup his cheek, grounding him fully in the moment. He nods slowly, leaning into your touch as the last wisps of stupid, needless jealousy evaporate under the warmth of your fond gaze.

“You’re right, I know. I do remember.” He turns his head slightly, brushing his lips across your palm. “And I’m yours.”

“Exactly.” You raise up on your tiptoes to dust a feather-light kiss across his mouth that leaves Max’s head spinning delightfully. “Now, what do you say we get something to drink so we can enjoy the rest of the weekend together?”

Max grins, feeling lighter than he has all day as he catches your hand and tugs you toward the tent entrance.

“Lead the way, liefje. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

And he absolutely would, too — past Lewis and Roscoe and any irrational jealousy that rears its head. Because having you by his side through all the whirlwind of Formula 1, getting to share this wild life with the woman he loves more and more every day?

It’s the only competition Max has any interest in winning.

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LEE HEESEUNG tightens the grip around your waist and pulls you in until you bump by his side. you could easily figure out the fake smile plastered on his face, holding you tight by his side in front of his friends. 

“so, is he more handsome than me?”, he whispers as soon as his friends are gone. it took you a couple of minutes to realise why he had a death grip on you, “you seem to like him a lot.” a single conversation with him has heeseung going tomato red now.

“what do you think?”, you scoff, looking him dead in the eye. 

“he's got the old fashioned looks, a proper gentleman with a perfect sense of timing. your kinda guy,” his eyes twitched while defining the guy, oh how bad he wanted to punch him.

“you know, you sound like one of my friends with terrible taste trying to set me up on a blind date”, you laugh, wrapping your hand around his suited biceps. “yep,” heeseung scoffs, “he will go blind soon.” 

“what do you think of me—?” 

“i love you a lot”, you roll your eyes and chuckle, now walking side by side with heeseung, his grip still present on you, “nobody can replace my bambi boy.” 

“your bambi boy huh?”, heeseung realises he can never be angry with his pretty girl when he melts the second he hears his nickname by you, pressing a small kiss on your cheeks and pulling you in. 

“you want it to be somebody else?”, you smirk.

“hey!” 

PARK JONGSEONG keeps a steady frown on his face, watching you finish up your pastry. he's not the type to sulk over things, if there's any problem the first thing he does is talk it out with you, and maybe have a small ice cream date later. but it's been 4 days now, that stupid frown won't leave his face, accompanied with his cold replies, even on this café date!

“is something bothering you these days?”, the fork softly clings against the plate, you try to hold in a giggle, “babe you know can tell me anything,” his sulky face is kinda cute.

“nope, i'm all good,” jay forces a smile. red flag, he's not calling you ‘love’.

“jay, you haven't even touched your pudding,” you sigh.

jay puts on a good serious thinking face, slowly withdrawing his hands from the table and releasing a deep sigh. this thing looks really serious. oh poor jay, what's wrong?

“well”, jay clears his throat before he goes off, “i really didn't think you were like this y/n i didn't expect this from you, if i did something wrong you could've just said that you know how much i love you i would do everything!”

“jay, what are you—”

“and the fuck kinda name's benjamin anyways? like hell we're not in the 19th century, y/n you could do better.”

oh. so that's what it's about. he thinks you're cheating on him, because you left your shared apartment for some benjamin guy for 3 days straight. you don't blame him though, you owe him an explanation.

“babe,” you sigh, “it's not what you think, remember benjamin? my cousin sister's child? i visit her to babysit him.”

“.....the one who called me uncle?”, jay's expression softens, instead he's shocked now.

“yeah!”, you giggle, putting your hand over his for comfort, shooting him a sorry look. “i hate that kid”, jay scoffs, you sigh.

SIM JAEYUN lets out a groan while he stares at the anime plushie in your arms. you're basically burying your face in it snuggling it, and if that wasn't enough the plushie is a man!

no way jake has to compete with a fictional man now.

“why do you need that ugly plushie when im here…”, jake whines, plopping down right beside you and scooting even closer, “am i not good enough?”

“did you just call toji fushiguro ugly?”, a frown casts upon your face as you whip your head around to shoot a glare at your boyfriend. poor him, he's too confused and jealous for this, he really wants to replace the plushie in your arms. “you're out of your mind jake.”

“i am in fact very willing to be out of my mind and be crazy for you,” jake rolls his eyes, shifting closer to you until there's only a pillow between you and him, which he soon throws away. the fresh smell of laundry and cologne floats from his sweatshirt and hits your nose, it always puts you at ease, and you miss the warm afternoons with him, just snuggling and all over each other, giggling over random past memories. “but i know for sure that plushie will…not do that for you,” jake breaks you from your trance.

“how about you show me that?”, you wink at him. heck, have you been staring at him too long?

“now you're talking”, jake smirks, snatching away the plushie from you as he sets it aside, practically throwing himself on top of you, engulfing you within his strong arms to press a series of kisses on your face, “fuck that ugly plushie.”

PARK SUNGHOON sighs, entering your shared bedroom with a bored face and arms folded. some obvious yet subtle signs he's disappointed by you, but the last disappointing thing you remember you did was eat his tiramisu. what crime have you committed now?

the bored expression quickly turns into a playful one as he clears his throat, tilting his head to one side, “are you resisting the urge to kiss and make up with me right now?”

“no not really”, you answer instantly, typing away on your laptop. but then you realised what he actually just said. with squinted eyes and a smile, you turn your head towards him, “kiss and make up? what exactly happened for us to do that?”

“i think it's about time you stop texting your best friend”, sunghoon sits down beside you giving you the meanest eye roll ever. he scoffs, “i don't get why she hates me and you don't do anything about it. it's like you two backbitch about me.”

“you won't believe it but i actually rant about you all the time to her”, you giggle, sunghoon's cheeks blooms from underneath, “she's sick of my extreme love for you.”

you let out a gasp as sunghoon pulls you in his lap, a coy smirk playing around his lips, “she should be. everyone should know i'm the best boyfriend in the world.”

you hook your arms around his neck and pull him closer, “so was the kiss and make up part just an excuse to kiss me.”

“maybe”, sunghoon chuckles, pulling you in for a chaste kiss, “who knows.”

KIM SUNOO stares straight into your phone screen, while listening to you ramble about your day and how it was. and when it glows to reveal the lock screen, sunoo feels infuriated.

“seriously now y/n, i can't believe this!”, sunoo's sudden shift in position causes your head, which was lying on his shoulders, to hit the bed frame, “like this is too much”, he seethes.

you utter a small ‘ouch’ and rub the hurt spot, a confused “what?” leaving your mouth, “wh-what do you mean?”

“you know what i mean, love”, he rolls his eyes, taking your phone and holding up the lockscreen in front of your face. it's not him. it's a random tv show character that he doesn't even know about. it should be him, it must be him, not a guy he doesn't know. “am i really being robbed of my wallpaper privileges?”, he sighs.

you let out a heavier sigh, putting up one of those smiles sunoo can't help but blush to. “don't you worry, love. maybe i don't want other girls to perceive my man. but if you're begging for it, i'll change it”, you giggle.

sunoo let's a sigh of relief and scoffs, “i'm not begging—”

“on one condition though, my head hurts!”

“aww come here, let me kiss it better”, he smiles, pulling you in again.

YANG JUNGWON literally just spawns right behind you as soon as the guy you're talking to at your friend's birthday party decides to make a move on you.

“go find someone who's not taken dude”, jungwon's eyes are green as he spits his words out, your waist already accompanied by his hand. the poor guy leaves in a hurry, not wanting to mess with the intimidating yang jungwon.

jungwon then turns to you, a shadow over his face, he's obviously upset about this, jealous even. “if you were that bored you could've called me”, jungwon mumbles.

“you were in the restroom, ‘won”, you sigh, placing a hand on his broad chest you pout, “are you…jealous—?”

“of course i'm jealous, i leave my pretty girl alone for one minute and some hipster comes and thinks he can have my girl?”, jungwon pauses for a moment to look into your cresent eyes looking up at him, you're smiling, “no. fucking. way.”

“well, it's good for you that i'm yours and only yours”, you reassure him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek and you have his breathtaking smile back. he grins at you before kissing you back, “now let's go home, i hate this party.”

NISHIMURA RIKI follows you around like a lost puppy after the dance class with his heart in shatters. just an hour ago, your dance teacher assigned partners for the upcoming festival. and it just looks like the universe is definitely not on riki's side cause you two were not paired.

“listen i'm gonna tell mrs. lee to make you my partner and i'm very sure she will listen, trust me! because you can't just—”

“riki, it's okay! it's just a project it'll be over till next week!”, you comfort your boyfriend ‘cause you know mrs. lee is a tough case, she won't crack at all. “besides, we'll be practising in the same hall.”

“exactly! that way that asshole can tease me how he got you”, riki sighs, plopping down on the benches, “i want to dance with you.”

“and i want to dance with you”, you sigh, sitting down beside him, “but you know mrs. lee would never rearrange.”

riki pulls you in a tight hug. he breathes in the vanilla scent of your hoodie before pulling back, gazing into your eyes, “if that dumbass holds you by your waist, i will go insane.”

“i won't let him do that”, you laugh, hitting his chest.

“can't we just drop out of this already? we can be the audience instead”, riki whines.

“i agree, kissing in the audience and booing them would be way better”, you nod your head. niki laughs, “you're the best girlfriend.”

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YOU HAD ALWAYS HATED JAKE SIM.

for as long as you could remember, jake had been the sharp thorn in your side, the annoying neighbour who never missed an opportunity to get under your skin.

from petty childhood arguments over whose bike was better to the typical teenage bickering over the loud music he’d blast at all hours of the night, jake had always been there to ruin your day.

and you, of course, made it your life’s mission to return the favor.

the two of you were like fire and rain, constantly clashing, never finding common ground.

so when the world went to hell and the dead started walking, it felt like some cruel joke that you’d end up stuck with jake sim.

the outbreak had come unexpectedly, tearing through your small town and leaving devastation in all its glory.

your family was one of the first to fall, victims of the chaos and the hordes of the undead. — more under cut !

and jake’s family—well, they didn’t have it any better.

in the end, it was just you and jake, the two of you huddled in the basement of your now-empty homes, the animosity between you two simmering beneath the surface.

but as much as you hated jake, you hated the loneliness more. so, despite everything, you stuck together.

you scavenged for supplies, barricaded yourselves in your homes, and did your best to survive.

days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and somewhere along the way, the hatred between you began to fade, replaced by something else.

something you couldn’t quite define into words.

you would never call jake your friend, that would be too much.

but he was the only person left in the world who knew you, who understood what you’d been through.

and in a way, that was enough.

it had been almost a year since the outbreak when you finally stumbled upon a group of survivors.

they were a tough bunch, hardened by the world they’d been thrown into, but they welcomed you and jake with open arms.

for the first time in a long time, you and jake felt a glimmer of hope for the future.

the camp was a small, makeshift community nestled deep in the woods, hidden from the undead and the humans who were just as dangerous.

it wasn’t much, but it was safe, and that was all that mattered.

for the first few weeks, you and jake kept to yourselves, still wary of the people around you.

but slowly, you began to fall into place with the group, forming lifelong bonds with the other survivors.

jake, the social butterfly between the two of you, adapted quickly.

he made friends, joked around, and even found a place within the group’s hierarchy as one of the best fighters.

you, on the other hand, struggled. the loss of your family weighed heavily on you, and you found it hard to trust anyone.

the only person you really spoke to was jake, and even then, it was usually out of necessity.

but then you saw him—laughing, joking, flirting—with one of the girls in the camp.

she was pretty, with long blonde hair and a bright smile, the kind of girl who would have turned jake’s head even before the world had fallen apart.

and seeing them together, the two of them looking so at ease, so...happy, made something in you snap.

you didn’t understand it at first—the pure jealousy that bubbled up inside you.

why should you care who jake talked to? it wasn’t like you had any claim on him.

but the longer you watched them, the more that jealousy had grown into more, turning into something dark and bitter.

and that’s when the old animosity started to rear its ugly head back.

it started with small things—snide, hurtful comments, sarcastic jabs, little sneers that you knew would get under jake’s skin.

but jake wasn’t one to back down from a fight, and soon enough, the two of you were at each other’s throats again, just like old times.

but this time, it wasn’t petty childhood squabbles or teenage drama.

this time, it was real, and it was ugly.

the argument came to a head one evening after dinner. the camp was quiet, the other survivors were settling in for the night, but you and jake were very far from peaceful.

“you’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

you snapped, your voice dripping with venom as you crossed your arms over your chest.

jake, who had been cleaning his knife by the fire, looked up at you, his expression mixed with both confusion and annoyance.

“what the hell are you talking about now, y/n?”

“you know exactly what i’m talking about,” you spat, glaring at him.

“you and that blonde girl—soojin, or whatever her name is.”

jake’s brow furrowed, and he set his knife down roughly, rising to his feet.

“what’s your problem, y/n? soojin’s just a friend. why do you care anyway?”

the question had caught you off guard, and for a moment, you faltered.

why did you care? but then the anger surged back, drowning out the uncertainty.

“i don’t care,” you lied, your volume rising.

“i just think it’s pathetic and heartless how you’re so quick to move on. it’s like you don’t even care that our families are gone!”

jake’s eyes widened, and for a split second, you saw a flash of hurt in his expression.

but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a fuming anger.

“don’t you dare bring them into this,” he growled, taking a step closer to you.

“you think i don’t care? you think this is easy for me? you have no idea what i’m going through!”

“oh, please,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“you’re not the only one who’s lost people, jake. we all have. but at least i’m not using it as an excuse to flirt with every guy in camp.”

jake’s fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening as he glared at you.

“you’re unbelievable, you know that? you’re so wrapped up in your own misery that you can’t see what’s right in front of you.”

“and what’s that?” you shot back, your heart pounding in your chest.

jake’s voice dropped, and for a moment, there was something raw in his tone.

“that i’ve been trying to protect you this whole time, but you’re too stubborn to let anyone in. i’ve done everything i can to keep you safe, and all you do is push me away.”

his words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you opened your mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come.

instead, you just stood there, staring at him, feeling a mix of anger, guilt, and something else you couldn’t name.

but then, just as quickly as the vulnerability had appeared, jake’s walls went back up.

he shook his head, scoffing as he turned away from you.

“you know what? forget it. you’re not worth this. i’m done.”

and with that, he walked away, leaving you standing there, your heart in your throat and your mind flowing with possibilities.

the next morning, after barely getting sleep because of the man who occupied your thoughts— you were assigned to a supply run.

the tension between you and jake was still thick in the air, and you knew you needed to talk to him before you left.

you needed to clear the air, to apologize for the things you’d said, and maybe—just maybe—get some closure.

but when you found jake near the edge of camp, sharpening his knife, he wouldn’t even spare you a single glance.

“jake, can we talk?” you asked, your voice hesitant, the anger from the night before gone, replaced by a hollow sadness within you.

he didn’t respond, his focus on the knife in his hands.

the silence stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity had passed.

“jake, please,” you tried again, your voice trembling.

“i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean what i said last night. i was just...i was upset.”

still, he said nothing. he didn’t even glance in your direction. the coldness of his silence cut deeper than any argument ever could.

your heart shattered. you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let him see you cry.

“fine,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“if that’s really how you want it.”

and with that, you turned and walked away, your heart heavy with regret.

as you left the camp with the supply run team, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled in your chest.

the last words you’d spoken to jake had been in anger, and now...now you didn’t know if you’d ever get the chance to fix things.

the supply run was supposed to be simple. in and out, just like the dozens of other runs you’d done before.

but from the moment you set foot in the abandoned city, you knew in your gut that something was off.

the streets were eerily quiet, the usual sounds of the undead suspiciously absent.

the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched.

and then it happened.

the ambush.

a horde of zombies, larger than any you’d seen before, descended upon your group, seemingly out of nowhere.

the utter chaos was immediate—people screaming, gunshots ringing out, the sickening sound of flesh being torn apart.

you fought with everything you had, your heart pounding in your chest as you slashed at the biters with your knife, trying to carve a path to safety.

but it was hopeless. the horde was too big, too overwhelming.

you watched in horror as members of your group were taken down one by one, their screams echoing in your ears.

and then, just as you thought you might make it out, one of them grabbed you.

the pain was immediate and excruciating. the sound of your leg snapping as you fell, but still making sure the zombie couldn’t bite you.

you screamed, in fear and for your life, a raw, agonizing sound that ripped from your throat as you fell to the ground, the world around you blurring with pain and fear.

somehow, by some miracle, you managed to pull out your gun and fire a shot into the zombie’s head, relief filling your body as you ended its life.

but the damage was done. your leg was broken, and you were bleeding out.

the last thing you remembered before everything went dark was the sound of someone shouting your name, their voice filled with desperation.

when you woke up, you were in the camp’s infirmary.

the pain in your leg was unbearable, a constant, throbbing ache that made it hard to think.

but even through the haze of pain, you recognized the familiar sounds of the camp—the murmur of voices, the crackling of the fire, the distant buzzing of generators.

and then, you heard something else. something that made your heart skip a beat.

jake.

he was sitting beside your bed, his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking with aggressive but silent sobs.

for a moment, you thought you were dreaming, jake sim didn’t cry. he didn’t show weakness.

but as you blinked away the sleep from your eyes and tried to sit up, you realized that this was very much real.

“jake?” your voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper, but it was enough to make him look up.

his eyes were red and puffy, his face streaked with tears. the sight of him like this—so broken, so vulnerable—made your heart ache.

“you’re awake,” he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.

he reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“god, y/n, i thought i lost you.”

you stared at him, still trying to process everything. the last thing you remembered was the horde, the pain in your leg, the darkness that had swallowed you whole.

but now, here you were, alive, and jake sim was...crying.

“what happened?” you croaked, wincing as a wave of pain shot through your leg.

jake shook his head, his hand still resting on your cheek.

“the run...it went bad. we lost a lot of people. you—” his voice cracked, and he took a shaky breath.

“you got hurt. i thought...i thought i’d never see you again.”

his words hit you like a ton of bricks, the reality of the situation sinking in.

people had died. you had almost died. and through it all, jake had been here, by your side, crying over you.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i shouldn’t have ignored you. i shouldn’t have let you go on that run alone— i should’ve protected you, i was just...i was angry, and i didn’t think, and now...now i almost lost you, and i can’t...i can’t lose you.”

the raw emotion in his voice made your chest tighten, tears welling up in your own eyes.

you had never seen jake like this before—so open, so honest. and it broke your heart.

“i was angry too,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

“i said things i didn’t mean, and i’m sorry, jake. i didn’t want us to end things like that. i never wanted to hurt you.”

jake let out a shaky laugh, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

“you didn’t hurt me, y/n. i’m the one who hurt you. i’ve been hurting you for years, and i didn’t even realize it until now.”

he took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours as if he was trying to find the right words.

“i’ve spent so much time hating you, but i didn’t even know why. i think...i think it was because i was scared. scared of how much you meant to me. scared of losing you.”

the words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. you felt your heart pounding in your chest, a mix of fear and disbelief swirling inside you.

“jake, what are you trying to say?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with anticipation.

he looked at you, his eyes filled with a vulnerability you had never once seen before in all the years of growing up together.

“i’m saying that i love you, y/n. i’ve loved you for a long time, but i was too stupid to realize it. and now...now i might have lost you for good.”

the confession hit you like a harsh wave, overwhelming you with emotions you had been trying to suppress for so long.

you had always hated jake—or at least, that’s what you told yourself. but deep down, there had always been something more.

something you had been too afraid to admit, even to yourself.

“i love you too,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them, but yet they felt so right coming out of your mouth.

“i’ve always loved you, but i didn’t know how to tell you. i was scared too.”

jake’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he just stared at you, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

but then, a slow, shaky smile spread across his face, and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“you love me?” he asked, his voice filled with awe.

you nodded with a weak grin, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“yes, you idiot. i love you.”

the relief that washed over his face was immediate, and before you knew it, he was leaning in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, tender kiss.

it was a kiss that held years of pent-up emotions, a kiss that spoke of all the things you had never said to each other.

when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his warm breath mingling with yours.

“you’re never going on a run without me again,” he whispered, his voice filled with a silly undertone but you could hear the seriousness— the determination.

you let out a small laugh, despite the tears still streaming down your face.

“deal.”

and in that moment, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face with jake sim— your annoying neighbour now turned lover.

because finally in this broken world, you had found something— someone worth fighting for.

you had found love.

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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

Pairing: None

Summary: Being a woman in F1 has it's challenges, especially when you are constantly seen as a threat

A/n: McLaren history revision, actually, a lot of it might not make complete logical sense, just ignore that. i’m not great at angst

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You've scared everyone in the F1 world since you started driving in 2014 for McLaren, more dominant than Max Verstappen, the only driver other than Lewis Hamilton to challenge you. Your aggressive driving style and ability to get the most out of your car has lead you to three championships. Men don’t like that.

You are in a bit of a slump this year after moving to Mercedes, not having won one of the first three races, but you are poised for attack, ready to take your place at the top.

“Daddy, who’s that?” you hear a little girl ask as you walk to the paddock.

“Y/n L/n, we don’t like her,” his fragile masculinity practically yells the comment into your ears. With a smirk you look at the pair, walking over and bending to the little girls level.

“What’s your name?” you ask, your voice bordering on being sickly sweet.

“Sarah,” she squeaks, eyes wide with fascination. You remove your team hat and pull out a sharpie from your pocket, signing your hat.

“Don’t let any man tell you you can’t be better than the boys. You can do anything, you’re a girl,” you smile, putting the hat on her head. You wave over your assistant. “Get her sizes and buy her some team gear, charge it to me,” you tell the assistant, who eagerly nods. Of course, the F1 social team caught the incident and posted it.

“Y/n! How does it feel to be in a slump, as some are calling it? Some fans are even calling you washed. Quite sad isn’t it,” one reporter asks.

“You guys keep saying I am in a slump, or I’m being replaced by younger drivers. My bare hands paved their paths, you don’t get to tell me about sad. If you wanted my career to be dead so bad, you should’ve just said so,” you roll your eyes. Nothing makes you feel more alive than driving, but annoying the media is a close second.

“What about your move to Mercedes next year? Why switch?” another reporter asks. Couldn’t you just get to your motorhome without being hounded by reporters for once?

“It was a mutual decision, it was time for us to part,” you walk away, reflecting on the last few months.

You hadn’t planned your exit from McLaren to Mercedes, the scandal regarding your exit being contained by NDAs. You had punched one of the engineers who made a sexist joke at your expense. You promptly decided you didn’t want to be there anymore, especially when they didn’t fire the engineer.

“I feel bad that this is how it has to happen,” Zak said at the end of last season.

“You don’t get to tell me you feel bad, if you actually did he would’ve been fired and I wouldn’t have to leave,” You told him, visibly upset.

“It was one joke and he was reprimanded. You don’t have to leave,” Zak says, you sharply inhale.

“It wasn’t one joke. It had been ongoing for years, it’s a wonder it took me this long to break. What did you want me to do? Laugh until I cry?” you asked Zak, who seemed shocked.

“Then I truly am sorry, I’ll launch an investigation to see why it wasn’t reported to me before. You will have always have a friend here,” Zak tells you, a small comfort.

“Thank you,” you give him a small smile. You spend the whole offseason steeling yourself and working to be the best driver you can be. You stayed longer at the gym and sent more time on the sim.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Daniel asked one day over a glass of wine, he’s known you since you both were karting, and he’s watched you spiral the past few years. Daniel is your best, and one your few friends.

“It’s so hard being a woman in F1. I am a completely different person than I was before I joined,” Daniel doesn’t comment, he knows you felt like a caged animal so you acted like one.

“Why did you leave McLaren?” Daniel asks, knowing you wouldn’t leave unless there was a good reason.

“I signed an NDA, so you can’t share any of this. After I started at McLaren, an engineer was hired who would say sexist remarks all the time. Over time I stopped being nice and just got mean back, and I finally snapped. I gave him a nice right hook to his face,” you sip the wine, giving the shortened version. “Zak didn’t know, no one had reported the engineers behavior, so we signed NDAs and I left.”

“I’m sorry, That plus the media circus of being a woman in F1 can’t be easy,” Daniel sympathizes.

“That’s why I forced myself to be like this. If I can make myself seem untouchable, it doesn’t hurt as much. Being the villain is easier,” you tell him.

“So how will you approach Mercedes?” Daniel keeps you talking, knowing you need a good trauma dump.

“Lay low for the first couple weeks, let the drivers think they took out my claws, hung me to dry. It won’t be enough to ruin my season, but enough to catch them off guard. During the fourth or fifth race, I’ll leap from my gallows and crash their party, exposing the sexism within Formula One,” you smirk.

“The old ‘who’s afraid of little old me’ tactic,” he smiles, enjoying your plan.

“They should be afraid,” you say, explaining your interview with Suzie that is going to break the internet, after all, the NDA only kept you from talking about the punch.

Just like you predicted, the media and fans were divided. Some called for a public apology from McLaren and the FIA for the treatment of female drivers, most called you over dramatic, and said you only wanted to attention to distract from your poor performance and waning stardom. They said not everything is about you and the people who hurt you didn’t do it to hurt you.

You wanted nothing more than to argue back and show the media and fans just how disturbed they had made you, but Toto told you to let your driving do the talking. That race you said one thing to the media, “you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.”

“Chills, your interview was phenomenal. Thanks for citing me as one of your biggest supporters by the way. Scooch over, let’s see what insecure men are tweeting,” Daniel hands you a glass of wine and sits beside you on your couch, air playing his phone screen.

“I like that one, I’m always drunk on my own tears,” you laugh. Daniel logged into his spam account, letting himself reply to the haters.

“I like this one. Y/n L/n is the kind of person to sue you for stepping on her lawn,” Daniel laughs.

“The reply is better: she’s fearsome, wretched, and most importantly, wrong,” you both think of a funny reply.

You show up to the track and win, and win, and win, until you are holding the trophy for your fourth world championship.

In your post-championship interview with the F1 media team, you make what may be your biggest announcement yet.

“In the wake of people calling me crazy after sharing my experiences as a woman in motorsport, I’d like to make a very special announcement. I am who I am because you trained me to be like this, so to make sure no other girl has to go through what I did, I will be sponsoring two F1 Academy drivers with added mentorship and sponsorship opportunities. I’ve seen the work that Susie Wolff has done, and I cannot wait to help grow the presence of women in motorsport,” you say, sitting beside Susie.

“We will make sure she doesn’t terrorize the girls too much,” she jokes at your request.

“Who’s afraid of little old me?”

[enhastolemyheart]

SATURDAY BLESSING | s.jy

pairing. boyfriend!jake x reader

genre. est. relationship, fluff

synopsis. being in a long distance relationship is hard. But, all works out in the end knowing your boyfriend Jake will come right back to you.

warning(s). kissing, jake and yn being cute, none really lmao, not proofread

word count. 0.8k

networks. @.hyfenet @k-films @kflixnet

note. hey!! it'd been a while lmao i forgot how to do this format thing 😭😭😭 but nonetheless, i had this sweet idea and hope you guys enjoy!!

banner by @cafekitsune

As you take your regular Saturday stroll through your favorite park nearby your complex, enjoying the fresh air and the calming ambiance. Birds are chirping, the are children running around, people's dogs are chasing squirrels and frisbees, there are the daily fitness people chasing their 10k steps and of course, you cannot miss the lovely elderly couples on their romantic walks.

Growing up in this area for the last thirteen years, this park has been a second home to you. You knew almost everyone here. You watched this park at its highest and lowest. You loved coming here, anytime and any day. One thing that has only enhanced your love for this place is the amount of time you spent here with your boyfriend of 2 years, Jake sim.

You both spend everyday together, but that has come to a temporary end when you both had to long distance. Jake to move to another state to take care of his sick grandmother. He stayed there longer then he'd expected but you knew and had faith that the relationship between you both would only get stronger once you reunite.

As you turn around the corner of the trail, you stop dead in your tracks tracks when a handsome man steps in front of you. Your handsome man. It's your boyfriend Jake, who you hadn't seen in eight months. Your eyes widen and your feet are stuck in place, your breath hitches and tightens. You can feel tears welling in your eyes at the sight of him.

He is so handsome, his hair has grown alot, looking like a mini mullet which looks so good on him. His eyes are just as bright as you seen him last and that adoring smile not wavering for a second. He opens his arms to you, lips in a smirk, "did you miss me, baby?"

His voice. I think my heart just skipped a beat.

That angelic voice was the final recall that he was here, he was finally here in your sight. You run up to him and he wraps his strong arms around your frame, melting in his embrace and basking in his scent. he release a sigh, almost as a sign of content and relief.

He pulls away, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, lips in a soft smile, "I miss you so much, honey, you have no idea"

"i missed you too Jake, so much,"

And that was it, until he pulls you in for a much needed kiss, his lips in a smile causes yours to smile as well. He holds you very close to him in a gentle but firm grip, not wanting to let go. And you don't want him to, hands on the back of his neck, playing with the grown hair there.

He pulls away, looking into your eyes with full of love, "I love you yn."

you smile ad you kiss his cheek, "And I love you."

As the afternoon turns into evening and the sun slowly sets, You and Jake sit down at one of your favorite spots in the park. You are against a tree, your back warmed up with his chest, arms enveloped around you like a blanket, watching the leaves rustle in the breeze and listening to the birds chirping.

We spend an hour or two just talking, catching up on everything that's happened in the past few months. He tells me that his grandmother is doing much better now and that they hired a woman to take care when his parents cannot. I tell him about my internship at work, it was for the journaling field of a reputed magazine company. We laugh, we tease, and we just enjoy each other's company.

He kisses your temple every so often, and realization dawns upon you that you missed this. You missed this feeling of doing nothing but everything at the same time. You missed his warm hold and his silly, cute laugh, you missed him.

Jake places a kiss on the top of your head before asking you to turn to him, a smile playing on his lips.

"Remember when we first met?" he asks, his eyes twinkling with nostalgia.

You nod, a smile forming on your own lips and you lean the side your face on his shoulder.

"Of course I do," You reply, giggling slightly. "Who could forget meeting the boy of their dreams in a park on a Saturday afternoon?"

Jake laughs, and you share a look of shared understanding. Your time apart may have been long, but our bond feels stronger than ever.

"I love you baby, till death do us apart." Jake says with sincerity.

you smile only widens till your cheeks are hurting, you placed a gently, shaking hand on his cheek and your foreheads meet.

"I love you Jake, till death do us apart."

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[voidbeomgyu]

ALONE (Teaser)

In which you meet your bias in the worst circumstances.

PAIRING Idol Jake Sim x Fan Fem Reader

GENRE Zombie Apocalypse, Angst, Slow Burn, Romance/Strangers to Lovers, Suggestive (Maybe smut, not sure yet.), some fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MDNI, Descriptions of violence, death, blood, etc., All members except Jake died so keep that in mind (I'm sorry), Cursing, Crimes, Mental health talk and experiences, Death, Sickness (Throwing up), Making out, Smut(?), It's an apocalypse!au idk how else to warn about that LOL

SUMMARY The group Enhypen get on a plane to the US and when landing are met with the worst. Jake makes it out alive... but alone. Since the dead are attracted to areas where the population is saturated, your best bet is to stay low in the areas usually considered dangerous (alleyways, abandoned buildings, etc). He made his way into the country and found a nice cabin alongside a lake. His further inspection led him to believe it was abandoned for whatever reason, maybe it was a vacation home? Little did he know his inference was correct, and soon he was met face to face with a member of the family who owned it. How would she react to seeing her favorite artist rummaging through the cupboards of her new--hopefully permanent--home? And how would he be able to explain to a loyal fan of his that he was the only member left?

TEASER WORD COUNT 1,625

RELEASE DATE To be determined.

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Endless walking while trying to find a suitable place to stay was slowly driving Jake insane. The exhaustion from travelling, fear of death, and anguish from the scene at the airport was weighing down on him heavier and heavier every second. Having watched his best friends, his brothers, his family all being taken away from him without being able to do anything but listen to the oldest’s words, “Run”.

Jake had not yet cried, there was no time for it. It’s been almost thirty six hours since then, he’d stolen a bike around a mile away from the airport. It’s helped him a lot on his journey to safety. He never stole, he wasn’t like that, not that type of person. But in the moment he didn’t have the time nor energy to feel guilty about it. 

Jake didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, but he wanted quiet. Not knowing wether or not it’ll be safer in the city or the country side, he chose the latter. Cities are crowded with people, meaning they must be crowded with the dead by now, right? No matter; either way he knew he’d feel much better being in the middle of nowhere, or at least in the middle of what looked like nowhere. All alone in an abandoned farm house, maybe a lake house, any house on the country side would do. He was being too optimistic, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. Finding a safe home to live in alone with no one around for miles sounded comforting.

The Jake from two days ago would’ve shivered at the thought of being completely alone. Though no extrovert, he needed people. He needed that connection, that interaction. His reasons to smile and laugh were mostly based around the people around him or the entertainment he consumed. Entertainment was out of the question now, and it seemed like people were too. Most dead, and others probably too violent to give Jake a chance due to the circumstances. 

All he held on him was his and Sunghoon’s carry-on bag from the flight. Note to self, don’t try to save your friend by holding onto their bag. Thoughts like this crossed his mind every few minutes, tragedies sentenced as jokes but he wasn’t laughing. What’s wrong with me? How could I think something like that? Maybe it was the dehydration, starvation, overall fatigue? He hadn’t eaten anything since the flight and was savoring the small amount of water he had on him. Either way, thinking of his beloved friends didn’t do much to help his mood. Trying to think of the good times? Those good times will never happen again, they’re gone forever and I’ll never get them back.  

More days passed like this. With a stop at a gas station probably being the reason he’s even alive right now. It was abandoned, for the most part. It was the early morning, and he was literally starving now. The cashier was still there, but his neck was chained so tightly to the wall that it was on the edge of ripping his head clean off. Oh, he was a living corpse too. Jake could tell that much by just looking at him, muffled grunts and groans coming from the pale body every minute. Luckily, he didn’t seem to care much of Jake’s criminal activities there. Stuffing whatever foods and drinks he could into the bags he had on him. They were even heavier now, but he couldn’t feel anything. He was numb to all feeling, mentally and physically. 

At day four he had started keeping track of how many days passed with a calendar he found on the wall of the gas station that morning. He didn’t stay there though, he didn’t have it in him to kill the cashier, and he knew that if he somehow got loose while he was sleeping it would all be over. The past few days he hadn’t slept or rested much at all actually. Napping for at most an hour at a time, waking up to the slightest noises and scurries of nearby wildlife. He knows he’s incredibly lucky to not have encountered any of the dead, besides the one at the gas station, but it’s a little stressful to not have seen any either. Where could they all be? He had made it out of the city, the once bustling streets on day two, he knew many people weren’t out here to begin with. But knowing there are creatures that could kill him in seconds lurking while having no idea where they are was terrifying. 

It’s been six days. His legs started feeling numb just hours after finding his bike due to the frantic pedaling, now he felt like his legs were asleep all the time. The feeling of pins and needles covered his lower body as they worked on auto pilot to keep him going. His back felt horrible, slouched from his broken spirit. Endless cramping and soreness of his hands and fingers from gripping the bikes handles for hours at a time. His knuckles were white, and now so was his once tanned and alive skin. 

His lack of proper meals, sleep, and rest was now obvious. Jake hasn’t seen himself since that day in the airport, but from looking at his now thinner, paler, vein visible arms, he could take a guess at what his face looked like. Hell, he could feel the bags under his eyes whenever he blinked now. 

It’s been quiet and empty for a few miles. Nothing but grass, and a dirt trail he’s been following in sight. How long is this damn trail? he thought. Jake started following the trail at the sunset of day five; he remembers because of his calendar. It was coming to the end of day six, the sun starting to set in the distance behind him. He found a flashlight at the gas station and used it to find himself a place to “rest” for the nights he faced, it neared the time to find a spot to sleep.

Trees were all around him now, the area looked more alive here, not dried out and dead like the miles before. He must be getting close to some sort of building, forest trails usually have a building as a starting point, right? Unless this trail wasn’t made for hikers, in that case he was hoping in vain. 

It was almost completely dark now. Jake had usually found somewhere to stay by this time, but something was telling him to keep going. Using the flashlight to illuminate the shadowed forest, he heard his friends voices cheering him on over and over again. 

“Keep going Jake!”

“Just a little longer!”

“You’ll be okay!”

Tears were unconsciously streaming down his face now, though he still didn’t feel anything. His body just gave up on the effort of keeping them in. 

Jake pedaled faster. He couldn’t hear anything but his heavy panting, it felt like someone had covered his ears with their hands and muted the sound of everything around him. He saw something in the distance, the roof of a building; he padaled faster. A house, the roof made of wood, looked like a cabin; he padaled faster. He could hear the muffled sound of streaming water; he pedaled faster.

Face to face with a cabin, going so fast he couldn’t stop himself from crashing into the wet grass below him. Still struck with adrenaline, he pulled himself up quickly and dragged his bike to the front door. His broken and unused voice sounded through his pants as he tried frantically to open the damned door. 

The door handle had a key hole but was locked with a rusty padlock. He could turn the handle and wriggle the door, that padlock was what he needed to remove. He pulled a hammer out of his bag; he grabbed it from the gas station floor, it was covered in dried blood. Obviously used by someone prior to leaving it there. Jake slammed the hammer into the padlock, over and over again. The loud bangs from striking the lock were null to Jake’s ears, his desperation coating over all his sense. 

Smash. The padlocks body is broken away from its handle and the door is free from it’s hold on the wooden frame. 

Jake shoves his way inside, throwing the bike onto the hard floor of the entry way before turning to lock the door. It was locked from the outside but had a perfectly working lock on the inside, though he didn’t care to question it. He made it, he was safe, he felt like he could faint.

He had no time to think, let alone find a good source of light before he threw up. Keeling on the once clean floor, liquid from his stomach poured out from him. His throat burned and ached at the feeling, like his throat was made of sandpaper. Falling back he sat on the floor, staring at the door and the mess he made on the ground. He laid back and let his eyes rest for the first time in nineteen hours. Jake fell asleep there on the hard floor, knee propped up on the backside of a couch.

If he was thinking clearly, he would’ve checked the entire cabin, then scavenged for any foods that may be there. But he was broken, body and mind. Luck had been on his side since the beginning though. The home was completely vacant before he entered, and when he wakes up he’ll have found himself a place to live in safely. Away from the corpses living in the surrounding cities, and away from any still living people, all alone.

(A/N: Hello friends! I'm finally writing LOL I've had this wip since December and I'm finally going to finish it. This post is just to see if people would even be interested lol. The total fic word count I don't know yet because I haven't finished it, but I am close! I won't give y'all any hints but I will apologize in advance for the angst I'm about to put y'all thru<3 sorry love you guys muah. Don't know exactly when I will publish the full fic, maybe right when I finish it, maybe a month after I finish it IDK I haven't written seriously in months so I'm not too confident anymore but I am excited. Hope y'all are as excited as I am :D )

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Imagines

enhypen jake mafia special

synopsis: married life with mafia boss jake sim

pairings: jake sim x reader

word count: 3k

warnings: violence, guns, killings and curses. (let me know if i missed some)

important note: if you haven’t read the one shot of jake sim, i suggest for you to read it first. you can find the fic › here

“It was really nice to see you in this meeting, Jake Sim.” the man across the long conference table says that caught Jaeyun’s attention. He leans comfortably to his swivel chair and smirks lightly.

“I couldn’t say the same since this meeting made me leave my family back in Korea.” Jake states without holding back. The man laughs finding how Jaeyun’s straightforward demeanor amusing.

This is one reason why he made it big at the mafia world. He was known for skills in business and how straightforward of a person he is.

“It was only for two weeks. I’m sure your wife can manage?” the teasing smile plastered on his face clicks something inside Jake, despite the uneasy feeling he kept his grin.

“Speaking of your wife, she’s very beautiful. I’ve seen her once at a gala gathering. Stunning lady.” his statement slowly made the grin on the mafia boss fade.

He knew very well that his wife is very beautiful. In fact, she’s the most gorgeous girl that walked in this earth. But as the possessive man that he is, he couldn’t let the diminutive hint of teasing over his tone go.

“She’s mine.” short, but the firmness in every words he emphasize made the smirk at the man in front of him wider.

He chuckles, triggering more of Jake’s temper. Sunghoon on the other hand enters the meeting room with curious eyes. Just by the look over his friend’s face, he knew something’s off.

“I never said she isn’t, Jake.” he raised his hand as a gesture of defeat, smirk still lingering in his ugly face.

Jaeyun fists balled tightly. “Come on, losen up Sim. You wouldn’t ruin this good friendship just for a girl, right?”

He didn’t waste any time and he stood up, his gun pointed right at the man. His men around instantly reacted and like him, guns are ready to shoot anytime. Sunghoon smoothly puts his hands inside his pocket and watches the scene unfold, a yawn escapes his mouth.

“I am not friends with you,” Jake started and with cold blank eyes he tilts his head. “and I can ruin anything for my wife.” he was about to pull the trigger of his gun, but then he felt something points beside his head.

The brother of the man in front of him stoods feets away, “Think about it first, Sim.”

Instead of being scared, Jake smirks and scoffed making the man offended. He was about to talk again, but a gun fire made him lose the ability to. His body fell cold to the ground, blood making a mess to carpeted floor.

The man in front of him was utterly surprised, mouth gapped at the unexpected scene unfolding.

Sunghoon sighed and lightly kicked the body of the guy he just shot dead. No remorse can be seen over his face, “He’s been getting on my nerves. That felt good.” he says like as if what he did is no illegal.

“T-The deal will be o-off if you kill me.” his stuttering almost made him laugh loudly. These type of people is what he hates the most.

His men were all stoned at their position, the intimidating stares Park Sunghoon sending him was enough for them to disobey their boss.

“Your company sucks anyway.” and without batting an eye, Jake clicked his gun ending the man’s life.

His head hit the table, eyes open and blood covering the wooden surface. Sunghoon chuckles, “I guess no deal then?”

Jaeyun sighs and casually grabs his thing. He walks towards the body of the man, he threw the papers they just signed. The white paper almost turns red because of his blood.

They walks outside the meeting hall and straight to the elevator.

“7/10 business deals.” Sunghoon sighs, “Good enough, right? How many count for you this trip?” he asks, eyes looking at his friend through the elevator’s reflection.

Jake sighs, “Five.”

He heard his friends low groan, “Damn. Mine’s ten, dude. My wife will kill me. Can you add that last kill to yours?” Sunghoon sounds stressed that made Jake scoff.

“You killed him tho?”

“To save you!”

“Thanks, brother.” Jake smirks and taps his friend’s shoulder. He shoved it off and clicked the side of his cheeks.

“Is our plane ready? I want to go home already.” just the thought of you makes Jake wants to teleport himself to your side. He misses you, your hugs, and kisses. He misses all of you. And of course your son.

“Its been waiting for an hour.”

“Great.” and just in time, the elevator door opens.

“Jahan, son?” you knocked over to his door twice and waits for a response. When you heard nothing, you furrowed your brows lightly before tilting your head curiously.

You were about to ask one of your maid if Jahan is down the stairs when he swiftly opened his door. The familiar messy hair of your son was the first thing that greets you, his big doe eyes looked sleepy and his plump reddish lips were pursed a bit.

“Jahan!” you happily greeted.

He went close to give you a short hug as a greetings, “Yeah, Mom?”

Staring at him you couldn’t believe how years passed by too quickly. You can still remember the time Jake saved you from your awful relationship, then you two fell in love and got married. Afterwards you had Jahan and he was so cute when he was a child. Now that he’s fifteen already, he grew into a gorgeous boy and grew a little cold.

“Your dad is almost here. We need to go down and welcome him.”

He nodded his head with no complain so you smiled and raised your hand to fix his messy hair. He moved his head away, grunting a little making you laugh and pout.

“Don’t grow up too fast, please.” you mumbled.

He smirks and fixed his hair himself. “Just give me a sibling already.”

Your eyes grew big at his sudden request. “Jahan Sim? Do you think its that easy?”

He shrugged his shoulders off, “I’ll meet you down in a minute.”

You let out a sigh and just nodded before starting going downstairs. Jake was in a business trip with Sunghoon in Italy so they’ve been gone for two weeks. He wanted so bad to take you with him, but you also have matters to take care of. You said both of you will manage two weeks being away from each other. Thinking of it now, you realized how much you miss your husband.

“Is everything ready for our lunch?” you asked one of your maids when she walks pass by holding a fresh flowers in a vase.

“Yes, Ma’am.” she smiles.

You nodded and fished your phone to go check if Jake messaged something. He did and said that he’s a minute away from your house and that he couldn’t wait to see you, hold you, kiss you and make love to you. A chuckle escaped from your lips because of your husband’s clingy side. Who knew a mafia boss as ruthless as him have this kind of personality? The people that fears him will be super thrilled if they’ve discovered this side of Jake Sim.

“Mr. Sim arrived, Madam.” your head lifts and you nodded as the maid opened the two big doors of your mansion.

Just in time, Jahan walks down from the stairs looking more decent for the arrival of his Father. You smiled and fixed his hair a bit more and this time he didn’t move.

“You missed Dad that much?” he teased and you just playfully glare at him.

Both of you walks outside and numbers of vehicles enters your property. Your husband’s car was the first to park not too far from where you are. He opened the door and gave his key to one of his men waiting for him.

His eyes directly went towards your direction and a small smirk appeared his lips. You waved and he started walking closer, taking off his coat.

“Baby,” he greeted and quickly pulled you into a hug.

“Me or Mom?” Jahan interrupts that made the both of you chuckle.

Jake pulls away and placed a kiss at your lips before turning towards your kid. He messed his hair, his eyes looking lovingly at his child. It made your heart full. These moments are the ones that makes you feel so contented. Seeing the two most important boys in your life is more than enough.

“How’s school, Jahan?” Jake asked while the three of you now enjoy eating lunch together after a while.

“It’s fine, Dad. I’m still part of the top students.” and that made your smile wider.

Jahan is an excellent student. His teachers often compliments him and tells you how great of a student he is. You and Jake don’t really push him to be an honor student or to be first to his class. All you want is for him to study, finish school and have some friends.

You and your husband noticed how he’s not very sociable to other people. He limits the one he talks and interacts with. It’s not a bad thing, but you still want him to have a normal childhood despite being the next heir to the Sim clan.

He does have friends. The kids of your friends is whom he only hangouts with. You are hoping he befriend kids that aren’t from mafia families. You are afraid he will grow up and get his father’s workaholic attitude.

“Do you think Jahan is all right?” you suddenly asked that night, while you two are already alone in your bedroom.

Jake was busy taking out and showing you the stuff he bought you. All the designer bags and clothes just proved how your husband only thinks of you during his business trip. Surely, you didn’t slip off his mind despite being away from esch other. You are very thankful for it and was enjoying, until Jahan went inside your mind.

Jake tilts his head, confused. “What do you mean, baby?” he asks and walked towards the single sofa near your bed. He pulls you closer and made you sat on his lap.

You draws in a big sigh and Jake’s eyes trails from your eyes down to your nose, your cupid’s bow and your lips. Your pretty lips that belongs to him. He smirked by the thought before he leans in and placed a soft gentle kiss at your shoulder blades, and then one over your neck, before putting his hand over it to pull your face down for a kiss on your lips.

A smooch sound errupts your quiet room. You pull away after a couple of seconds, Jake’s lips chasing after yours that made you chuckle. “Did you know what Jahan told me a while ago?”

Jake stared at you with his drunk-like eyes, he seemed uninterested about it and all he can think of is your lips. He tilts his head trying hard to focus on what you’re saying.

“What?‘” he asks gently.

“He said he wants a sibling.”

Now you totally caught his attention because a grin made its way towards your husband pretty face. He looked dangerously hot and the way his hands caress your sides aren’t helping at all. He was always touchy and clingy, nothing new to you, but the effect it gives you never changed.

“Really, huh?” he whispers teasingly and he leaned closer your body, making his lips touch your shoulder blades. His eyes looks up at you, filled with nothing but love and desire.

“Do you think we should start thinking about having our second baby?” you ask innocently. It was a big deal for you and you’ve always thought that being prepared is an important key point in building family.

“Do you want to have another baby?”

Your lips pursed, “Its not just what I want, Jake. We need to be deciding this together. Do you want another child?”

Jake’s lips settled at your skin, the heat sending it bothers you in a pleasing way. His eyes lightens at what you asked and the his eyes turned doe gave you an impression that he wants to tell you a lot of things.

He leaned away and then reached over your ears. The way his lips gently grazes your skin send thousand of volts in you. It made you feel things only him can do.

“Why don’t I just show you how much I want it?” he whispered in a husky voice before you yelped because he started carrying you towards your shared bed.

He moves his face and easily found your lips. Your arms locked around his neck trying to pull him as close as possible. Jake’s too eager on making you feel good. He was determined to express his overwhelming love for you through making love.

“I love you so much,” he says between the heated sweet kisses. “I am very excited to make our family bigger with you.” and he carefully pushes your delicate body to the bed as he hovers above you.

“Looks like some people’s having fun at a broad daylight!” Jace exclaimed as he stood over the railings, looking at whatever it is beneath them. From the third floor of their school building, the view of the small lounge where students can hang out is what you will see.

Jahan’s eyes follows what his friend was looking as he felt a presence beside him. He saw a couple of students below them at the lounge. Just by the mere look of it, they’re making fun of the girl in front of them.

She’s on her knees while the students around her obviously bullies her. Jahan silently watched and rested his elbows at the railings. He knew who the girl was. She’s from his class and often made fun of by his classmates. Seems like being a scholar surrounded by kids who thinks money is everything is a big struggle.

“Who are they even?” Jace asks again.

Alana, his twin sister joined them and as expected not happy with the scene.

“Some low class mafia kids! They annoy me so much!” her soft voice was distinct and very familiar with Jahan already.

The tall figure beside Jahan shifts his weight so he can face Alana better. “Why? What did they to you?” Sin’s question was like a trap. Jahan was sure that with Alana’s words, Sin will no doubt go there and mess with them.

Jahan smirks and looked back at the scene.

“Of course not to me! I meant to her,” she says, totally feeling bad. “to Amara.” she added.

‘Amara’ Jahan repeats to his mind. He doesn’t know what he thinks of her honestly. He doesn’t even know how he can remember her when he really don’t care about the people around him.

“Maybe they target her because she’s really beautiful.” she sighs, frustrated.

“Who?” Sin asks.

Alana rolls her eyes, “Are you not listening? I said Amara!”

Sin scoffed, “You’re prettier.”

Jahan shakes his head off, refusing to listen to his friend being too simp for Alana. He still cannot understand how can his friend be so rough towards other people and too soft for her. It’s funny for him. Hilarious.

“Well, she is pretty.” Jace leans over the railing with a grin on his face. Jahan glanced at his way and unconsciously send cold glares to his friend. He wasn’t aware of it at all and he can’t understand the emotion slowly sparkles inside of him.

“I heard they started that when she rejected Ken.”

The three boys looks at Alana and her stares down at the scene with sad eyes. Jace snorted and pinched his twin’s nose before he facing his back at the railing.

“I will reject Ken too if I were her. He’s pathetic.”

Jahan’s eyes slowly trailed back at them. Amara’s head is hanging low while one of the girls stood in front of her. She grabbed her hair, yanking it. Her friends laughed at the scene while they even record it using their phones.

The bell rang and their group of friends started going to their class. Sin has his arm around Alana’s shoulder as they talk about something. Jace’ beside Jahan, waving and winking at the girls they walk pass by. He rolls his eyes, used but still annoyed about his friend's antics.

Their day goes on normally, the young generation of famous mafia clans are unstoppable. Jahan’s group of friends are strict when interacting with other students, keeping their circle small and limited to people that have the same status as them.

“See you tonight at the party, boys!” Alana cheerfully waves at them while one of their men hold the car’s door for her.

“Send me a pic of your dress so I’ll match with you.” Sin requested that Alana just agreed on before entering their vehicle. Jace follows after sending a short salute to their friends.

Sin didn’t waste a time to ride his service after nodding at Jahan. One of his bodyguard held the door for him, he went inside both hands inside his pocket. As their vehicle left the vicinity of their school, Jahan’s mind went blank. It was the usual boring ride way home until his eyes caught a familiar face.

“Stop.” his words instantly made his driver stop their car. His eyes looked at the group of students by the side of the road. They were pushing the poor girl making her fell to the floor.

She looked pitiful, but Jahan isn’t someone who pity people. So when he went out and started walking towards that circle, he doesn’t fully understand why. His presence were quickly noticed by the crowd, eyes growing out of surprise and fear.

“J-Jahan!” one greeted.

He didn’t spare them a glance and went straight to cary the girl over his arms.

“Wait!” one stopped him that he obliged.

He craned his neck to look at her. She gulped, scared of his intimidating aura. The words she ought to say long forgotten.

“From now on if you mess with her, you mess with me.” and without saying anything nor waiting for their responses, Jahan walks towards their car while carrying the girl in his arms.

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'Save It - 01'

(smut)

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Pairing. boss!Jay x Fem!secretary!reader

Genre. Co-workers to lovers, smut

Warnings. Unprotected sex, neck sucking, making out, over-stimulation 

Sypnosis. Jay was the fuckboy in college, such a playboy that he almost ran out of girls to hook up with. But once he inherited his father’s company, he’d changed. 3 years into being a professional CEO and then you walked through those doors, making him fall at first sight. All his plans collapsed once he found out that his rival, Lee Heeseung, was best friends with you ever since. There were many reasons for him to let go of you, including his parents- but his endless love for you said otherwise.

A/n: I thought of something different this time, look forward to the second part!

Your alarm rang for the third time today, so you (half dead) looked at the time- only to find out that you were late… again.

“7:40! Shit I’m late”

You got out of bed and got dressed in a span of 10 minutes. This wasn’t the first time you were late for work and that also meant there were higher chances of you getting fired. You got into the car, forgetting that your toothbrush was in your mouth. Once you arrived you noticed your boss’s car- he was about to get down. You ran in your 2 inch heels and made it just in time to open the door for him.

“Good morning Mr. Park” you smiled, trying not to show that you were panting.

“If you are going to be late and try to hide it, at least run faster Ms. Y/n” he said coldly.

“Yes sir, it won’t happen again” you looked down ashamed and watched him walk inside the building.

“Did you run here?” Your co-worker Mark teasingly said.

“Shut up Mark,” you replied.

“Mhm you definitely overslept,” Mark continued.

“Well what do you expect? The party finished at 2:30 am yesterday!” you complained.

“Damn…how does Mr. Park get up on time?” 

“I know right? He's not human” you conclude.

“And you decided to be his secretary… how fun” Mark said as he handed you a cup of coffee.

“Yeah… fun" you sulk, taking the coffee in your hands.

You and Mark hit it off the first time the both of you started working together. You were Jay’s secretary while Mark was his second in command. Mark handled all the business documents and upcoming projects, except he didn’t have to follow Jay around like you did.Your feet hurt and were bleeding due to the wounds you got while running in your heels. You sighed and took a seat next to Mark. You and Mark’s table was outside Mr. Park’s office, he could directly see the both of you outside, which is creepy but most of the time the blinds were closed.

“You okay?” Mark notices you massaging your foot.

“Yeah- no my feet hurt” 

“From losing your marathon?” he laughs.

“Can you not?” You laugh along.

Your laughing was interrupted by the beep on your desk telephone.

“Ms. Y/n please come in here, and bring your mobile phone” Jay commands you.

You exchanged looks with Mark on the phone part. You made your way to his office.

“Yes sir”

“Tomorrow we are going to set up a meeting with the Sim corporation. And we are going to stay the night there, I hope I don’t need to-”

“Uhh…what was it after you said 'tomorrow'?” You tried to catch up with him but he was speaking too fast.

“This was why I asked you to bring your phone…to take notes”

“Right...sorry sir” You mumbled and took note.

“Is that all sir?” you asked

“Yes” he said and you take your leave until-

“Please don’t wear heels if you can’t walk in them” he coldly says while sipping coffee.

You stop in your tracks and curse yourself for walking like a clown.

“I’m sorry sir, It won’t happen agai-" 

“Again? I hope so" he completed your sentence while looking deeply into your eyes, which made a shiver run down your spine.

The next morning you woke up early to get ready. The weather was boiling hot, it was like you were trapped in an oven. You look at your long sleeve blouses and jackets, it felt like a 100 degrees outside and while everyone could wear short sleeve tops and t-shirts… you couldn’t. You arrive on time and 15 minutes later your boss’s car pulls up in front of you.

“Good morning sir, I apologize for the meeting being canceled” 

The meeting with Sim corporation had been canceled by the president himself.

“Don’t apologize for nothing” he said as he straightened his suit.

The entire day was tiring as usual, you doing all the running while Jay sat on his chair the whole time. But for some reason he looked tired and exhausted. The others didn’t notice it but you could. His eyes were screaming sleep.

“Sir, are you tired? Should I take over?" You said as you stood in front of his desk with the documents he asked for.

“No” he replied, eyes glued to the screen of his laptop.

You sigh and make your way to the mini bar in the corner of his office. Latte was always a drink Jay enjoyed so you made one and set it on his table. Jay made no comment about it and that hurt you a little but honestly- you didn’t know what you were expecting. 

“God it’s so hot even though it’s almost night!” you said to mark.

“I know right! But what are you complaining about, Miss Long-sleeve?” He teased you.

“Because I don't want to show my beautiful skin to you" you snapped back.

Mark made a noise of fake vomiting and the both of you laughed uncontrollably.

Jay was observing the both of you from his office, curious about what made you laugh. Were you and Mark dating? Why were you laughing like that?  

“But seriously, why do you always wear long sleeved clothes? If you want a boyfriend you need skin to seduce” Mark says.

“I don’t feel comfortable... besides, I have no time for dating” you replied.

“Honestly man you should take a break, you're the only person who hasn’t yet used their paid leave” Mark says

“Yeah… I think I should-"

“Ms. Y/n in my office” 

“Yes sir” Mark gives you a sad smile as you get up and walk towards the office.

“Call the driver" He ordered and you took your phone out to call the driver.

“We are invited to a business party tomorrow night, prepare the necessary” 

“'We' as in, you and me?” You asked, confused.

“Is there anyone else here?” he looked at you with dark eyes.

“Yes sir- I mean no sir" you stuttered.

Jay got up from his chair and made his way over towards you in a threateningly slow pace, hands in his pockets as he looked straight into your eyes.

“Do I make you nervous, Ms. Y/n?” He said, only inches away from your lips.

“N- no sir” You gulp at the close proximity. 

“I don’t?” he raises his eyebrow and looks at you dead in the eyes.

“Y- yes sir,” you stuttered in loss of air.

He scoffed. His breath hitting your lips, making you feel an unknown stir in your stomach. 

“I hope you won’t be late tomorrow night”

With that you watch him leave the office, still in shock. Your boss had never gotten this close to you before- but why did you find it attractive? You snapped out of it, groaning in frustration about the party tomorrow.

You were annoyed about having to work even on a saturday. You set the bag of makeup on the bed and make your way to the bathroom. While facing the mirror, you slowly undress yourself, revealing the horrible burnt scars that sat beautifully on your body. One on your left breast cutting across your nipple, another on your inner thighs, on your arms and shoulders but the biggest one on your lower stomach. You feel nine years old again, being abused by your parents' dealers. The scars were old but from time to time you scratched them and they bled slightly.

But the worst feeling is when you get your periods. The scars on your stomach hurt like hell, like the feeling of your skin and stomach being torn apart. You wiped the tear that fell from your cheek and got into the cold shower. After drying up you apply foundation on your scars to hide them. This is the first time you were going to wear a sleeveless dress. You got ready and wore your long coat over your dress, ready for the night.

Jay got into the car and noticed you wearing a long coat, he was curious about your clothes… and what was underneath them. He always found something eccentric about you, ever since you came to the interview with a broken heel yet you looked confident- he admired that but he always drew the line between desire and work. He hated himself for that.

“I want you to convince Mr. Park Sunghoon to collaborate with us in our upcoming project”

You looked at him in admiration, he wanted something and he got it, that amazed you.

“Talk about the project and bring him in?” 

“Yes sir” you were happy that he trusted you to do the job. You weren’t going to disappoint him this time.

The both of you enter the hall together, you watch everyone crowd around THE Mr. Park Jongseong. If you want to survive in the business world you need to get on to Jay’s good side. They swarmed around him like flies. You- on the other hand, was still wearing your coat.

“Should I take your coat, miss?” The waiter asked.

“Yeah” you said as you slowly revealed your dress. The sudden silence made you look up to find multiple sets of eyes looking your way. You were the center of attention now. Your eyes met Jay’s and you almost came undone. His eyes were on you like a hawk… undressing you. They looked so- 

Hungry. That's what Jay felt when he saw you. You wore a red sleeveless dress that had a slit in between your chest that stopped at the base of your stomach, exposing the inner corners of your breasts. There was a slit starting from your knee, revealing your upper thigh. You looked like a meal to him, and the many other men who had their eyes on you. This was the first time Jay saw you wearing something this revealing and he hated that you dressed up for the event and not for him. Jay snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the inappropriate talks about you.

“Introduce yourself” Jay voices over the ‘talks’.

“Oh- right. Hello everyone, I’m the secretary of Mr. Park Jongseong at Park industries” 

You felt dizzy. Your head spun a little as you shook hands with everyone. Suddenly you felt a hand gripping your waist.

“Let’s go out” 

You were being pulled forward until you could breathe again. Jay took you to the balcony and passed you a napkin to clean your sweat.

“Thank you sir” you said gratefully.

“I expected you to charm Sunghoon, not everyone in the room,” Jay said dryly.

“I’m sorry sir” You disappointed him, you went overboard.

Jay noticed your expression and felt guilty.

"I don't blame you for dressing well, but them for looking at you"

Jay turns to look at you and is caught off guard by your sudden hug.

“Thank you sir!” You said while hugging him. Suddenly aware of your action- you pulled away slowly. Your eyes meet his and the both of you froze in the moment.

“I’m sorry sir-” you said, looking down.

Jay cleared his throat and looked at you… 'cute'.

“Don’t forget your task, I won’t tolerate any more mistakes,” he said calmly.

The both of you walked together to the party in silence. You looked around for Mr. Park Sunghoon until-

“Well well Mr. Park, fancy seeing you here”

“Mr. Lee" Jay said coldly.

You turned to that name and that voice, your heart skipped a beat to the person now in front of you.

“You remember my name Mr. Ja-  wait… Y/n? What the hell?" Heeseung said as he looked at you.

“Oh my god Heeseung! What on earth?” You said as you accepted the hug he threw your way.

“Are you back for good?” You excitedly asked

“Yeah Yeah I am… You look beautiful Y/n, better than before” He said with a smile.

“You too… I’ve missed you'' you wanted to cry, your first crush was right in front of you after 6 years.

“You have no idea how much I thought about you," Heeseung said with a wholehearted smile.

You heard Jay clearing his throat next to you.

”Yes sir” You asked.

“Sir? You work for him?" Heeseung said, shocked.

“Is that a problem, Mr. Lee?" Jay smirks.

Heeseung scoffs at Jay's words.

“Do you know each other?” You asked, confused.

“This is Heeseung from the Lee corporations,” Jay says with ice in his voice.

Oh god, this was the 'Lee’ Jay was talking about, He’s Jay's foe.

“How do you know Mr. Lee?” Jay’s eyes were on you and a shiver ran down your spine.

“We- Um… We were friends in college” 

“Friends?” Heeseung smirks at you.

“Mhm.. friends. The best of friends” You smirk back at him.

Jay didn’t like the way you said ‘friends’. There was something more than a ‘friendship’ that you two shared, and he didn't like it at all.

“Ms. Y/n-” He was interrupted by a man and was dragged away from you.

You spent the entire night with Heeseung, catching up on each other's past, not knowing that someone was watching the both of you from across the room. Jay looked at you laughing at all Heeseung’s jokes and talks. He was mad at you. How could you leave him and go to Heeseung? Was he that good looking? His style of clothing was not as good as Jay’s, he knew that for a fact.

You laughed at Heeseung’s joke and both of you smiled at each other.

“I’ve missed this” Heeseung said, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Me too” you agree.

“Y/n…” He says slowly.

You hum in response.

“Work for me” He proposed.

“What?"

“Come work for me… are you truly happy working for Jay?” Heeseung took your hand in his.

“I-" you looked over and found Jay’s dark eyes meeting yours. His eyes clearly stated that it was time to leave.

“I- I have to go, Hee” You looked at him

“I’m not forcing you Y/n… good night” the both of you part ways after a hug.

Jay walked forward without you and stopped outside the entrance. You took out your phone and called the driver.

“I already called him" Jay stated, now irritated.

Oh no, he's angry. But why? Did you do something wrong?

Jay didn’t let you open the door for him either, now you started to panic. Was it Heeseung? Or your dress? Jay’s house came into view and the car stopped at the entrance.

“Good nigh-”

“Come inside, You can go home Mr. Kang” Jay’s voice scared you, it was cold and dry. You knew you were in trouble. He invited you inside but why did he tell the driver to leave?

You followed behind Jay into his mansion. It was huge and grand, and the interior was beautiful.

Jay found it cute how you were drawn to his house, but he called you in for another reason.

“In here” He walks upstairs into a room… his bedroom.

You entered the room and your jaw dropped. It was the size of your apartment. You watched as Jay removed his jacket and loosened his tie, the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned until the 3rd button, revealing his chest. He looked furious- and that scared you. You did not want to get fired.

“Sir, I’m sorry” You apologized without a reason

“What are you exactly sorry for, Ms. Y/n?” He asked calmly but deadly.

“I-”

“Did you speak to Mr. Park Sunghoon?” He asked.

Then it clicked, you were assigned something and you didn’t accomplish it. You quickly made a plan in your head to call Sunghoon tomorrow and try to convince him. You spent the entire night with Heeseung, so you forgot about Jay’s request.

"Yes sir, I spoke to him” you lied through your teeth.

“Really? What did he say? Was he interested?” Jay asked, pretending to be surprised- but looking at you dead in the eyes.

“W- well he s- said he’ll think about it” You wanted to cry, you never lied to jay and this felt like hell.

“Hmm... You know y/n, I actually met Sunghoon’s secretary" He made his way towards you, making you gulp in fear.

“And he said that Sunghoon couldn’t make it to the party” Jay’s face was now dangerously close to yours.

“Sir- I’m s- sor-"

“Save it” He said as he walked away.

Jay watched you wiping your tears and getting into the cab from his balcony. He regretted scolding you and scaring you like that, but when you lied he got angry, and- hurt. He hated when people lied to him, and he hated how Heeseung could make you laugh but Jay only made you cry. 

You thought of him as a boss… nothing more. Jealousy and hurt, that's what he was feeling. 

Tears ran down your cheeks. You disappointed him. You're nothing but a disappointment. Why did you have to lie like that? This was the first party you actually enjoyed and now it’s ruined. Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone beeping.

“Hey!” It was a text from Heeseung.

You replied back with a ‘Hey’

‘It was nice meeting you tonight, I don’t want it to end’ he texts with a crying emoji.

You text back with a laughing emoji.

Heeseung sends you his location with a text saying-

“Wanna come over?” 

 — — — — — — — — — — — —

Heeseung aggressively made you sit on his lap, as you ran your fingers through his hair. His lips latch on to yours, kissing you like a starved animal. His hands get to work by undressing you. He grabbed your ass, making you moan in pleasure.

“You like that?” He smirked against your swollen lips.

You removed his clothes and sucked on his neck, the both of you now a moaning mess. Heeseung carried you and bent you over a table, and without a warning, he pushed his tip inside.

“All this wetness for me?” he bends you over and speaks into your right ear.

“Ah- deeper Hee, go deeper” you moaned desperately.

“So needy for me" he kissed your ear.

Heeseung forced his entire length in to your cunt and starts fucking you at the speed of light. He holds both your hands in place making you cum before him.

“Oh my- Oh my god Heesung!” you scream in pleasure.

“Fuck- your so tight, give me another one” He said as he picked up his pace once more.

“I’m going to breed you good Y/n" Heeseung whispered in your ear.

The both of you moan hysterically as Heeseung emptied his hot liquids into you. He helped you up and made you sit on the table, leaning in to kiss your lips.

“Ready for round two?” he smirked.

You moved a strand of his sweaty hair off his eyes, leaning in closer.

“Yes sir” you let out.

Jay shot up out of bed. This was his first wet dream- but it was of you and Heeseung. Jay wanted to punch Heeseung in the face. Out of pure rage he threw his pillow to the floor and screamed into the sheets of his bed.

[sssssssim]

Me: I'm probably not gonna watch the walking dead spinoffs

The walking dead: *does that*

Me: oh fuck

[lillotus17]

INTERTWINED SERIES (Spidermen!ENHA) Preview

SYNOPSIS: After being dead for two minutes and then brought back to life thanks to your coworker you start to get these weird visions of future events just minutes before they happen. During a train ride you witness the murder of three teenage boys in broad daylight and then suddenly the next second they're sitting back down in their seats, alive and breathing. Despite the want you have to keep your peace and leave it alone, you can't help but get a very bad feeling and it only intensifies when you recognize the man that murdered them in your vision three train carts away and walking in your guys' direction. Shoving the three boys off of the train, saving their lives, risking your own, and being accused of kidnapping was not on your bucket list after surviving death. You don't have any clue what is going on or what in the hell you're gonna do to help these three boys but thankfully the four of you bump into some help along the way.

RELEASE DATE: TBD

PAIRING: EnhaHyung!Line X Fem. Reader, Spider-men!EnhaHyungLine x Madame Webb!Reader, Superhero!EnhaHyungLine x Clairvoyant!Reader, Spider!EnhaHyungLine x Paramedic!Reader, [ft. Enha Kim Sunoo (Anya Corazon), Yang Jungwon (Julia Cornwall), and Nishimura Riki (Mattie Franklin); TXT Yeonjun (Ezekial Sims), Choi Soobin (Ben Parker), mentions of Choi Beomgyu (Richard Parker); Shin Ryujin (Mary Parker); more to be added].

GENRE: Superhero AU, Romance, Action, Comedy, Angst, Strangers to Allies to Friends to Lovers, polyamorous relationship, (let me know if I forgot anything) more to be added!

WARNINGS: profanity, sexual/suggestive content (intercourse, oral, masturbation, phone sex, sexting, etc) ONLY WRITTEN FOR HYUNG LINE, MINORS DNI (you WILL be removed/blocked), poly relationship, drinking/consuming alcohol, feminine pronouns/terms used for reader, MADAME WEBB SPOLIERS!!! If you haven't watched it already! This is based on the MADAME WEBB MOVIE with some twist added into it! Let me know if I forgot anything at all!

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of FICTION! This is not meant to portray any of the Enhypen Members or other mentioned idols in any way or shape or form.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES/GIFS THAT MAY BE/ARE USED IN MY WRITING. IMAGES CREATED BY ME WILL HAVE MY WATERMARK OR BE COPYRIGHTED! THE MOOD BOARDS USED FOR THIS SERIES ARE ONES I PUT TOGETHER ON MY OWN BUT THE PHOTOS USED ARE NOT MINE!

ALL CREDITS GO TO THE OWNERS/CREATORS!

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, STRICTLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.

P.S. if you haven't already, you should definitely check out @artysse (credited) on TIKTOK! If you already have, then you know that it's an ENHA Fan Art Account of Spider ENHA! It's really fucking awesome! Go show some love!

NOT PROOF READ: Apologies for any grammatical errors, my loves!

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place in New York, with mentions of South Korea and Japan. Reader is the same age as Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon. Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki are the same age, in high school, and have a slightly bigger age gap between them and hyung line. Time gaps, mentions of MCU universe events/milestones. Slight spider-verse au, hyung line are all from different universes! Also note that maknae line don't have their spider powers (yet) because they develop it in series. ENHA hyungs already have their powers when they meet Y/N and the other boys.

CAST:

Y/N L/N as Cassandra (Cassie) Webb/Madame Webb

Yang Jungwon as Julia Cornwall (Carpenter in the Comics)/Arachne/Spider-(Wo)man

Kim Sunoo as Anya Corazon/Arana

Nishmura Riki (Niki) as Martha (Mattie) Franklin/Spider-(Wo)man

Lee Heeseung as Peter Parker (Tom Holland Universe)/Spider-Man

Park Jongseong (Jay) as Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield Universe)/Spider-Man

Sim Jaeyun (Jake) as Miles Morales (Spider-Verse)/Spider-Man

Park Sunghoon as Gwen Stacy (Spider-Verse)/Spider-Gwen/Ghost Spider

More to be added!

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I made a random post a few weeks ago about Daniel needing to have an existential crisis over a grey pube hair (if I find it I'll link). Weeks later @yesloulou made this post and I was immediately compelled all over again.

Dedicating this brain rot to @arturleclerc. I hope you enjoy it💕 (also I haven't reread it so hopefully it makes sense and is actually good. If it's not good we can pretend it didn't happen lmao)

Max paused in the doorway of their bedroom, eyebrows pulling to his hairline the longer he watched Daniel turn this way and that in front of the full length mirror. 

Naked. 

“Uhm, Daniel?” He asked, biting back his grin when Daniel jumped in surprise and slapped his hand over his dick to cover it. 

“Jeepers Maxy.” Daniel held his chest. 

Max tilted his head when Daniel’s eyes strayed back to the mirror. He never took Daniel to be the ‘check himself out in the mirror naked’ type. Considering he hadn’t seen him do it once in the entire time they’ve been dating. 

Daniel furrowed his brow as if annoyed before grabbing a pair of shorts from his drawer, what he had attempting to do in the first place. 

“What are you doing?” Max asked again, walking further into the room. 

“Nothing babe— can’t a guy check himself out? Still good looking, hot, sexy.” Daniel replied, Max knew him long enough to clock his uncomfortable babbling. 

“Are you looking at your gray hairs again?” Daniel had been weird for the last week, ever since Max pointed out a couple grey hairs that had started growing in his beard. 

Daniel stilled and unconsciously glanced at himself in the mirror again. He didn't look any different than he did a minute ago but clearly time and his age were catching up to him. He was 34, 35 this year. And greying.

Sure his job was stressful. Sure the last three years of his career were particularly stressful among other heightened emotions. But for his body to outwardly tell him that he wasn't providing a proper working environment for his cells was a slap in the face.

And his balls.

A handful of grey hairs in his beard by his jaw. He can handle that. Eventually. He eventually learned to accept it. Ok he hasn't accepted it yet but he was getting there. 

Sure he was shaving his beard more so he didn't have to see it but Max liked him with a mustache so it was all great.

But this was just egregious. 34 wasn't like all that old. He didn't even know that greying ‘early’ happened in his family! Grey hairs on his head he could manage (eventually). But grey hairs anywhere else should be illegal. 

It was fine, his day was going great. He had a productive meeting, went for a run, and came home to manscape a little in the shower, hoping to maybe lure Max off of the sim for an hour or so. 

Sure, Max didn't care if he had pubes or whatever but Daniel didn't like his shit growing too wild and free. A trim here and there was fine for him. Max made him promise not to wax anymore.

Anyway, he was just about to go through his almost meditative process when he saw something that he hoped was maybe just glare from the light. He'd almost fainted dead away right then and there when he'd brushed the hair with his finger and it continued to glint grey against the rest of the dark hair.

He had a grey hair beside his dick.

He had a grey hair beside his dick!

His dick had a fucking grey curly q.

“Daniel?” 

Daniel jumped, surprised to see Max so close. He hadn't even realized he'd spaced out.

“Daniel you are not old, of course.” Max smiled, cupping his cheek and swiping the stumble at his side burns that had started to betray him.

“Maxy I'm old as fuck apparently.” Daniel grumbled, soothing the ache in his chest with Max's giggle.

“Well I still love you.”

“Maxy...” Daniel trailed off because he wasn't yet willing to admit that his greatest fear was Max would come to his senses and realize that Daniel was too old. That these greys would be a warning sign to Max that Daniel's best years were officially behind him while Max's were yet to come.

“Daniel, you are being silly I think.”

“Maxy you say this now but I don't think you're ready to deal with old man balls.” 

“Daniel!” Max's eyes crinkled as he laughed. “You do not have old man balls.”

“Nah yeah. I like really do Maxy.” Daniel sighed.

Max rolled his eyes, Daniel was being so dramatic. He dropped to his knees in lieu of saying anything else.

“Max!” Daniel squawked. Sure this had been his plan maybe a half an hour ago but he hadn't gotten rid of that pesky grey hair and he couldn't let Max see.

“Daniel, you are being silly and I love you and you do not have old man balls.” Max started tugging at Daniel's shorts, snorting when his boyfriend grabbed at the waistband.

“Max– it's– no.” Daniel struggled, biting his lip when Max looked up at him curiously.

“Daniel?” Max furrowed his brow, Daniel was being more squirrely than usual. Something wasn't right.

“I–” Daniel's mouth opened and closed a couple times and no more sounds came out. He sighed explosively and his shoulders slumped. Max's eyes widened.

“Daniel what–”

Daniel bit the inside of his cheek, there was nothing for it. He may as well rip the band-aid off and just let Max see. He let go of his shorts, allowing the fabric to fall down his legs.

“I really do have old man balls Maxy.” Daniel said morosely. “A whole old man dick!” Max bit his lip so he wouldn't laugh at his boyfriend who truly was going through it. He couldn't figure out the trigger though.

“I don't understand, Daniel.”

“It's there!” Daniel, aggrieved, pointed aggressively to the thatch of hair surrounding his still soft dick.

Max followed his finger, stopping himself from leaning in to suck it into his mouth or to kiss Daniel's still lovely non old man dick. If only to apologize to the organ for how ungrateful Daniel was being. 

He mentally rolled his eyes and paid attention to what Daniel was trying to show him. Max didn't see anything wrong, Daniel's pubes had grown out a bit and Max wanted nothing more than to just press his face into the wiry hair– feel the burn of it against his chin. Then he saw it, and oh.

“Yeah– oh. Old man dick and balls. The whole package. I'm ancient Maxy. A fossil–” Daniel continued to babble, dragging a hand down his face.

“Daniel you are being silly. You are not old.” Max gave into the urge to press his face into the crease of Daniel's thigh, pressing a kiss to the section of skin that the lone (and apparently offending) grey hair was growing.

“Max–” Daniel was exasperated that Max wasn't getting it. Wasn't picking up what he was putting down. Even though he didn't want him to…he was confusing himself. The fact was he was old and Max finally knew and he was steeling himself for the inevitable.

“Oh!” Daniel shuddered when Max licked a wet stripe along his soft dick that wasn't very soft anymore. Max smirked and continued, sucking Daniel's half hard dick into the warm wet heat of his mouth.

Daniel gripped Max's hair to steady himself, moaning when Max swallowed him whole and pressed his nose into the curls at the base of him. Max looked up through his lashes, humming long and deep.

“Fuck.” Daniel hissed and Max clutched at his thighs. He created a rhythm, coaxing Daniel to fuck his throat. Daniel snapped his hips forward eagerly, groaning as he watched Max swallow his dick in the mirror. Max winked up at him before doing that thing with his tongue that Daniel loved. 

Daniel was a goner, curling over Max's head while he came– hard. 

After, he staggered backwards, watching dazedly as Max licked his swollen, pink lips. Daniel wanted to swallow him whole.

He dragged Max to his feet and planted a sloppy kiss to his lips, tasting his come and Max's lips. He was about to push him onto the bed so he could eagerly return the favor when

“Of course it's exactly what I thought.” Max said smugly. Daniel raised a brow curiously.

“What do you mean?” 

“I don't know what you're talking about earlier, Daniel. Your old man dick still works.”

Daniel couldn't help it, he laughed. Because in his own way, Max just alleviated Daniel's fears.

“I love you, y'know?” 

“I know Daniel.” Max pressed a deep kiss to his lips before pulling back. “My young man dick needs attention, of course.” 

Max grinned when Daniel laughed.

[kit-foley]

Nancy Drew Games are 50% off on Steam right now so here are some shitty descriptions of the games for newbies or partners (not in order, also spoilers)

Secrets can kill: dickface high schooler was pushed down a flight of stairs, find out who did it

The Silent Spy: Nancy has mommy issues and cosplays as a spy in Scotland

Sea of Darkness: all of the characters have trauma around a ship. featuring the only canonically queer character.

Deadly Device: tech bro gets electrocuted, who did it oh noooo. Feat: women in stem

Midnight in Salem: Glitch-wise, this is the fandom-equivalent of the first release of FNAF Security Breach but doesn’t nearly slay as hard and they didn’t patch any of the bugs. Haven’t played it but the fandom is 50/50 on it, maybe 80/20 against

Shattered Medallion: off brand amazing race goes wrong, feat. A recurring character who you’re supposed to know

Alibi in Ashes: Nancy didn’t commit arson (this time) so who the fuck did? See also, “I can commit major theft and prod you about your dead mom, but I draw the line at arson.”

The Captive Curse: monster and intergenerational trauma, beautifully told story. Plus lederhosen.

Shadow at the Waters Edge: ghosts and intergenerational trauma, beautifully told story. Plus kawaii

Ghost of Thornton hall; ghosts and intergenerational trauma, beautifully told story. Plus southern people.

The Final Scene: nancys friend who we’ve never met gets kidnapped. Plus magic tricks/Houdini. Plus old man.

The Haunted Carousel: Dead mom plus the most annoying daughter you’ll ever encounter and her emotional support robot. Also you’re supposed to fix a theme park

Danger by Design: Parisian fashion designer with anger issues and also might deny that nazis happened during wwii

Curse of blackmoor manor: British girl says oh no my stepmom is turning into a werewolf

Warnings at Waverly Academy; the trailer for this one said something like “I hang out with teenage girls in this one, it could be my scariest case yet”, basically be prepared to do other students homework. Also immaculate dark academia/fall vibes tho

Phantom of Venice: white boy of the month shows you his seven hour tesserae slideshow and you single-handedly bring down a crime ring while wearing stupid outfits

Trail of the Twister: someone is sabotaging a storm chasing team but Nancy cares more about asking the local general store owner about his dead wife

Secret of the Old Clock: It’s magically 1930 again, this game feels so far off brand from pretty much all of the other ones imo but the music goes HARD and there’s def some homoerotic tensions between a dead old man and his live-in psychic

Legend of the Crystal Skull: make a curio shop owner sneeze, collect glass eyeballs, watch a Gerard Way look-alike cry, and maybe get buried alive

Haunting of Castle Malloy: banshees and letterpress and a pub that conveniently only serves juice. Terrible Irish accents. Try to find a missing groom for a wedding but also enjoy a walking sim that walked so Stardew Valley could run

Creature of Kapu Cave: get stuck in a tourist trap resort by a guy who calls himself Big Island Mike, then get stuck in a forest with an entomologist who makes you do her work for her, then get stuck in a research facility with an angry white guy who makes you do his work and then falls asleep. Music slaps but no idea what the plot of the game is supposed to be. Also do a “freaky friday” style switch with the Hardy Boys every time you call them on your cell phone.

Last train to Blue Moon canyon: picture Paris Hilton inviting you on a train and then she goes missing. Also on the train with you: the worst police detective, Zak Bagans impersonator, and Colleen Hoover-vibes.

White Wolf of Icicle Creek: “I fired. And I missed. I missed again. I got sad. I had a popsicle.”

[filmbyjy]

CONNECTION

– the mafia series

PAIRING: sim jaeyun x fem!reader

SUMMARY: jake's job was simple, manage and monitor over the boys. he was a smart boy after all, he even created an app for the whole squad to use! it was extremely impressive. now, if only he could that intelligence to figure out your feelings for him.

WARNING: mentions of dead parents. the dark side of huge companies. reader seduces men as a job to help the boys. slight suggestive. had to add a COD reference bc i have been watching tons of 'call of duty: warzone' videos. lack of sunoo content in here (HOW THE HECK DID I NOT PUT HIM IN MUCH? I AM SO SORRY). the ending wasn't how i intended but you still end up with jake so yeah.

WORD COUNT: 6.1K words (i said i would make it 6K and i did!)

NOTE: if you didn't know, each member's story is connected! hence you can see the characters meet. however, it will be confusing for you if i go 'oh (name) met (name).' so i gave a name to the previous girl. for example, in here heeseung's girl is named Eun!

anyone and their parents who heard of the sim jaeyun would instantly start mentioning his awards and honours. jaeyun was the epitome of a perfect child, he was every parent’s dream child. good grades, a gentleman and a free pass to join any company he’d like. many weren’t shocked when jaeyun had announced he would be creating his own company. someone as rich and high class as him wouldn’t just join any company.

although jaeyun was famous for his prim and proper behaviour, no one knew the boy was part of the mafia. everyone except you.

“here.” you threw jake the thumbdrive. your lipstick was ruined from your day job.

“thanks (name).” jake smiles. he places the thumbdrive down on the table and goes over to help wipe the lipstick that was messed up with his thumb. “messy kisser i presume?” he cocks his brow. you pout.

“yeah, i think that was the dude’s first kiss in over 30 years.” you say. jake gags.

“I really don’t understand how you don’t gag while kissing older men.”

“simple, it’s part of my job and i will do it. i can’t back out of it, i commit to my work.”

“that’s disgusting. you do you though.”

“well, it’s not like i’m dating the guy. It’s part of my job.”

“i know but-”

“jakey, i know you worry for me but i’m fine.” you caressed his cheek before placing a peck there. “i’ll be on my way now, see you and the boys tomorrow.”

jake sighs as he watches you leaving the penthouse. Now, since there isn’t much info on both yours and jake’s relationship, let us travel back to elementary school.

it was the last year of elementary school and you were wondering if you would be able to make friends in middle school or even high school. no one ever really approached you in the past years of elementary school. you thought there was something off about you. that however, did not matter. you grew up independent since your parents were never there for you since you were 2. they were well…killed in a car crash and you have been living with your grandparents since then.

It was the 2nd year in middle school, you brought your books to the library and went to study there. it was silent for a little while until a group of boys walked in laughing and talking really loudly. it disturbed you and you tried to ignore it.

“don’t mind them.” a boy says. you looked up from your book to notice a cute boy with shaggy hair. he tilts his glasses up to place them back properly on his face. “they are always this noisy, the librarian will kick them out soon though.”

you nod, feeling a little awkward to even say anything to him. who was he and when did he sit in front of you?

“i’m sim jaeyun but my friends call me jake.” he holds out his hand for you to shake. you cautiously accepted it.

“i’m (name).”

“oh, i know. we are in the same class for all these years.” you tilt your head.

since when was he your classmate? do you just never pay attention to your surroundings?

“I sit behind you usually, i guess you don’t really notice.” the boy smiles.

oh he had the most beautiful and cutest smile ever. it was charming.

“i’m sorry i didn’t notice before.”

“it’s okay. maybe, you could repay by being my friend?” jake says.

you looked at the boy straight in the eyes and smiled, “sure.”

fast forward to high school, you never thought in your whole life would sim jaeyun turn out to be a total heartthrob. everyone’s eyes always trailed him, the constant surge of girls coming over to talk to him and flirt with him.

now you wouldn’t call yourself the jealous type but surprisingly with jake you were. no one ever really noticed how you were acting differently when some girls tried to flirt with him. well anyone who isn’t dumb. even the boys knew you liked him but it seems as though sim jaeyun was simply oblivious.

college came and ended surprisingly quick. well, you didn’t go to college, only the boys. you couldn’t afford it since your grandparents worked a minimum paying job. they were only able to afford food, water and the home you stayed in. you never wanted to pressure them so you simply told them that you didn’t want to continue studying. of course, they protested further and told you it was fine and that this would be for your future but you told them..

“I don’t want to be a burden, you’ve done so much for me already ever since mom and dad died. i’m really thankful to still have you two so please let me earn my own money and we will see if i’d like to continue studies, alright?”

of course, you never continued studies. one of those random days as you were hanging out with jake in his room. He asked if you’d like to work with him, you’d be paid for your work. what you didn’t expect was for jake at 20 to build an empire along with the boys. the work was dirty work of course, where else could the boys get their wads of cash from. you knew jay’s family always worked with shady people so you weren’t surprise when the boys started to dabble into some very devious work.

“I’ll train you. well get people to train you.” jake says. you looked at jake, he tilts his head. “what?”

“nothing, just confused as to how you are the same sim jaeyun that i knew back then.”

“i never changed (name).”

“you never changed? then what’s with your new freshly dyed blonde hair, mister.i have not changed.” you teased jake. he scoffs.

“It’s just hair dye (name). jay had blond hair too.”

“the sim jaeyun i knew back then wore glasses and had braces. most importantly, took school really seriously. you never liked fuckboys and here you are looking like a fuckboy.”

“well i still wear glasses, these are just contact lenses. I don’t wear braces anymore but i still use retainers to keep my teeth straight and about school…(name) i graduated college with a degree 2 years earlier than everyone else.” jake deadpans. “how have i changed?”

“you’re right, you’re still the same. always finding ways to prove my statement wrong.” you folded your arms and huffed.

you still accepted the offer to work with jake and now you…well to put it simply, seduce men and then end them. which was simple to say but it requires a ton of patience since some men were stubborn.

enough with talking about the past, the present was where we’d focus on.

you were walking home when you felt a presence behind you, following your every move back home.

“sunghoon, i am not going to hand you back your little toy.” sunghoon walks out of the shadows. he groans.

“give it back.” he huffs. you smirked.

“not if you tell me who jake likes.”

“it’s bro code. I can’t just tell you.”

“then you can’t have mr.duck, simple as it is.” sunghoon whines as he follows you back home.

to be completely honest, sunghoon was never like this. he usually was the quiet one but very great at his job. he was the silent killer. with you, sunghoon felt really comfortable. the two of you act like siblings despite not being real ones. that’s how close you were with sunghoon.

“thank you for walking me home, hoonie.” you gave him a flying kiss. sunghoon rolls his eyes.

“yeah yeah, it’s my job after all. i have to or else the boys will go ham on me for not taking care of you. especially your dear jAkEy.” he mocks your voice for the last part. you hit his shoulder.

“enough will you.”

“whatever, see you tomorrow.” sunghoon says.

“hmm. see you tomorrow.” you waved at him before he left.

“you can come out too, ni-ki.” you say with your back turned. ni-ki sighs. he gracefully lands onto the ground.

“you’re no fun, noona. i wanted to scare you.” ni-ki huffs.

“too bad.” you shrug your shoulders.

“anyways, you should get inside noona.” ni-ki says.

“was already planning to.” you say. you waved ni-ki off and entered your home. it was silent, too silent to the point your ears started ringing. you sighed.

“if only grandma and grandpa were still alive…” your grandparents had passed on unexpectedly, it scarred you. sure, they peacefully left earth but you had no other family. you felt…lonely.

you strolled towards the bathroom to take a shower and clean up. everything felt extremely dirty, it’s not like you really enjoyed doing the job but you knew you had no choice considering you only have a mere high school diploma and that wouldn’t get you far.

you could go college but truth is what did you even want to be? you never discovered and developed your talents or hobbies since you were always busy with missions. you wished you spent more time with your grandparents so they could give you life advice, tell you stories of their childhood and many more. however, it was too late.

the water grazes your skin, tears falling down along with it. you felt tired, too tired. if only there was someone out there to give you the love you needed and craved.

“jaeyun.” sunghoon slaps jake’s back. the blond boy winces.

“what the fuck do you want? i’m trying to code something.” jake grumbles. sunghoon takes a single glance at the computer.

“ew numbers.” sunghoon gags. jake rolls his eyes.

“just came back from making sure (name) gets home safe?”

“actually, hyung. both of us did.” ni-ki walks in.

“good. how is she?”

“she’s home safe. I was the last person to see her off since sunghoon hyung was already walking off.” ni-ki smirks.

“oh so taking care of jake’s girlfriend is suddenly a competition? if it is, i am so ready to beat your gremlin ass.” sunghoon hissed.

“as if you could beat me, i’m trained specially as a spy. i quite literally have the high ground.” ni-ki says.

“why you little shit-” jake stops sunghoon.

“alright, how about you two go play a round of fifa. if that isn’t enough to settle this little childish play fight, go settle this on the rooftop training centre. it's the perfect place for you two to wrestle.” jake says.

sunghoon grumbles, “come on.” the silver haired boy drags ni-ki out.

“those two never learn to not bicker.” jungwon says suddenly. jake jumps back in surprise.

“how long have you been sitting there?”

“since those idiots came in. did you fix the virus?” jake tilts his head. “fine, did you fix the virus, hyung?”

“yeah, it was a little hard to fix it but the app is online and our little army should be well informed.”

“good, is noona okay?”

“why do you never use formalities when talking to us but you use it with-”

“Because she’s better than you guys and she’s simply not you guys.” jungwon says. he stands up from the chair.

“yah, where are you going leader-”

“watering my plants and then walking maeumi. let me know if heeseung hyung calls us and we will be there.”

“wait before you go!!”

“already leaving.” jungwon waves jake off.

“THERE IS A BID TO ATTEND TO!! DON’T FORGET!!” jake yells. jungwon does an okay sign. jake falls into his seat and huffs.

he checks his phone. not a single message from you. jake knows you two were simply friends and that you had no feelings for him but he can’t help being worried about you. especially knowing you don’t have any more family. though, jake does hope you think of him and the boys as your little family and yes, he would love to be your husband.

“oh sim jaeyun, you are so down bad.” jake ruffles his hair.

it was about 11pm, jake looked at himself in the mirror and made sure his tie was perfect. he sighs. he turns his head to look at the mask on his bed. a masquerade mask to hide his identity at the bid. he breathes in, he could do this. it wasn’t like this was his first time going over to this bidding event.

“jake! let’s go!” jay yells. jake grabs the mask and puts it on.

there were tons of people at the event, it was kinda getting a little too much for jake. he sucks in a breath. sunoo turns to him.

“hyung, let’s get upstairs. jake hyung is getting you know.” sunoo says.

heeseung spots jake nervously playing with the ends of his suit jacket. he nods.

“let’s go.”

the moment the 7 boys arrived at the top, they spotted you in your amazing long red bodycon dress and masquerade mask. you smiled and entertained the guests that were up in the VIP side.

“(name), you made it!” jay hugs you.

“as per usual, i do have a job to attend to here.”

“job?”

just then, a notification pops up on their phones. it was a warning that something bad was brewing and they had to save this poor innocent victim. you smirked.

“see, my work is never done. anyways, shall we watch?”

jake watches the way you walk over to the balcony, the way your body moves and looked in that dress. god, he wishes to rip your clothes off your body-

“jake, you good?” sunghoon waves his hand in front of him. jake nods before fixing up his mask.

everything was normal, nothing much going on. until, they unveiled what was under the huge cube. it was a cage, a girl was tied up. your breath hitches. it reminded you a lot of the past. the past when you were kidnapped but thankfully, you were found and jake was also the one who found you.

“we have to save her.” you say before turning to heeseung.

“of course. besides, you know we don’t allow selling people. we aren’t the black market.” heeseung says. ni-ki snorts.

“but we do control the black market.”

sunghoon smacks ni-ki’s head, “shut up. we have to gather a plan. any ideas in that giant head of yours, nishimura?”

“First off, it isn’t giant. secondly, heeseung hyung. you don’t happen to have the luggage full money do you?”

“what are you hinting at ni-ki?” heeseung asks.

“bid for her. leave the rest to me and the others. we’ll get the money back safely.”

“yeah yeah.” heeseung waves ni-ki off. “(name), could you seduce-”

“the guy i’m supposed to seduce is that creepy ass man about to bid for the girl. act fast, i need to get down there.” you say. just as you were about to walk off, jake holds your wrist.

“stay safe.”

you smirked, “when have i never stayed safe?” you quickly left the area.

jake’s heart races. he wanted you to stay safe but he knew he couldn’t control you. jay pats jake’s back.

“she’s yours at the end of the day, bud. she won’t go overboard and besides we have the best people to save her. they’re just one call away, have faith in her.”

“I do have faith in her but at the end of the day, she doesn’t like me like that. she thinks i’m only doing this as a friendly gesture.” jake groans.

“dude, ever heard of growing balls and asking her out? it won’t hurt to try.” sunghoon says. jake sends him a terrifying glare. one that could make sunghoon surrender on the spot.

heeseung pats jake’s back, “come on, we should be cautious now.”

the plan starts as heeseung bets on the girl right on the stage. It was a fierce battle between him and their target but of course, heeseung wins. each one of the boys went to their spots to guard behind the scenes while heeseung went straight into the tiger’s den. jake watches as you flirt with the guy, he can’t help but have his stomach churn. it wasn’t a pleasant sight to witness.

“jake, let’s go. ni-ki already left with jungwon.” sunghoon says.

jake’s eyes followed the way you trailed the man. it was flirty, definitely proves you were great at what you did but it didn’t sit right with him.

“jake!” sunghoon yells. sunghoon sighs, he can’t stop his lovesick friend. hence, he was left with no choice but to drag jake away. your eyes catches jake’s for a split second and you swore you saw a glint of hurt. however, you had to focus on your mission.

“so, you won’t be going anywhere after this?” the guy says. his fingers playing with the string on your waist. it was skimpy dress that barely covered much. you even had to wear a thong for it. you decided it was best to dress up since you heard this guy loved extremely pretty and sexy girls. hearing that intel from some girls in clubs was disgusting but definitely useful.

you gave him a smile, “well...i was going home after this. it’s so cold in my bed though.” you gave him a good show by pressing your elbows together. it showed your cleavage way more as you pretend to think. he was shamelessly staring.

“i could swing by.” he licks his lips. you smiled.

“oh, you don’t have to.” you pout. a few men came up behind him and whispered to him. he nods before turning to look at you.

“i’m sorry sweetcheeks but i have some important business to attend to. how about another time?” he says as he hands you a business card. you smiled and took it.

“of course. you must be a busy man.”

“yes, a busy rich man.” he smirks. you ‘giggled’ a little.

“it was nice meeting you, miss..?”

“(name).”

“miss (name).” you bowed a little. once he was gone out of your sight, your face falls. you grabbed your phone and dialled for jay. he picks up within seconds.

“target has gone to your side. it’s your job now.”

“alright. also, before you end the call. could you check up on jake?”

“what’s wrong?”

“he disappeared. he was with sunghoon but then when sunghoon turned back, he was gone.”

“i’ll search for him.”

“okay. stay safe.” jay says. you snort.

“I have pepper spray, a knife and a pistol.”

“of which your boyfriend gave you.”

“jake isn’t my boyfriend, you fuck.”

“sure, (name) but he acts like one.”

“that’s just how jake is.”

“only with you though.”

“whatever.”

“you can’t deny (name).”

“shut up jay.” you end the call, sighing.

you won’t lie, jake has been too friendly with you and only with you. sure, he has flirted with other girls before but he usually doesn’t act upon things. he doesn’t want a relationship. he has mentioned this to you before in high school. which was why you never confessed to him.

a message pops up.

jakeyy: bring me some hot chocolate :(

you: i’m not your personal maid, jaeyun

jakeyy: please princess :(

you: fine

jakeyy: thank you <3

you rolled your eyes. he didn’t even tell you where he was. you did have a clue on where he was though.

you: jake, you fuck. you didn’t tell me where you are (read)

he read the message but didn’t reply, great. guess you really had to go hunt for him. maybe he was at the penthouse. pretty simple and obvious. you swiped your card to get to the penthouse. once the elevator reaches the floor, you went straight to the computer room. jake did spend most of his time here.

you entered the room. thankfully, jake was here.

“hey, why did you run off? you were in the middle of the mission.” you say as you placed down the cup of hot chocolate onto his desk.

“Because i’m not first in line. I don’t have to fight unless there is an emergency.” jake reasons. you sighed.

“jungwon is down there fighting with them.” jake types away on his keyboard.

“jungwon was trained in taekwondo, he can take an enemy down easily with a kick. i need a weapon to strike them down. besides, my speciality is IT. i can help them with info through calls.”

“alright, you win.”

jake snorts, “thanks for the hot chocolate though.”

*buzz buzz* - in-earpiece-

“hey, have you found jake yet?” jay says.

“yeah, he went back up to the penthouse. you guys done yet?”

“yeah. oh, since jake is up there. could he come down and get the girl?”

“i’ll tell him. are you guys coming up?”

“yeah, we need to regroup for a little. heeseung hyung says.”

“alright.”

you smacked jake’s arm and he winces.

“can you do your job? jay wants you to go collect the girl and bring her up here.”

“what? why can’t they do it?” jake huffs.

“they are still fending off a little. they’ll come back up here soon to regroup.”

“i have some things i’m working on-”

“I can help, i was in the same class as you during high school. I would take it as i am in fact smart.” you say.

“are you sure? i’m tweaking a code to strengthen the security of the app while also looking through the database.”

“what do you take me for? i can handle this, just get down there. it’s just a quick fetching and you can come back here.”

“Fine.” jake goes to find the girl. you cracked your knuckles and sat down on his chair.

“damn, this is really advanced.” you say.

“let me handle the coding, noona.” jungwon says. you flinched.

“where the fuck did you come from?”

“i just walked in. now, i’ll code in the strengthening system while you can monitor the database. i believe sunghoon hyung and ni-ki are chasing after the people who stole the money. you can update them while on call, it will be easier for a live time update.” jungwon says.

“okay.”

*buzz*

“sunghoon? do you hear me?”

“yeah, loud and clear. what’s wrong?”

“the guy just ran under.”

“oh thanks. you watching the tracking?”

“yeah, jake went to grab the girl.”

“was he drinking hot chocolate in the computer room again?”

“he asked me to grab some and yeah he was in the computer room.”

“ain’t surprised.”

“HYUNG? WE ARE BEING SHOT AT.” ni-ki yells.

“don’t worry, they’ve never played a game of COD. they can’t shoot for shit.” sunghoon says.

“HYUNG THIS ISN’T A GAME! THIS IS REAL LIFE!”

you winced at ni-ki’s yelling, “sunghoon, ni-ki. be careful.”

“aww thanks, noona.”

“NISHIMURA TO YOUR LEFT!”

“I CAN SEE HYUNG.”

*buzz*

“idiots.” jungwon huffs. you snort.

“yo. where is the girl?” jay says.

“still not here- damn jake hyung really made this system code complicated as fuck.” jungwon groans.

“we need to regroup and sunghoon and ni-ki aren’t here still.” jay says.

“just wait. maybe wash the blood off your shirt and hands first?” jungwon nonchalantly says.

“where is heeseung?” you asked.

“dealing with the dude. hyung, locked him in the chamber.”

“for?”

“you know his crimes.”

“actually, i went in this seducing mission raw. i have zero clue what the guy did.”

“The usual actually like every rich man does.” jay says.

“extortion of money. fraud. tax evasion. he also solicited a minor.” jungwon lists them out. your jaw drops.

“that’s…bad.”

“well, heeseung hyung is doing the right thing. he deserves to be tortured.” jay shrugs. you nod. jungwon types something in and the screen pulls up the security cam of inside the said ‘torture room’.

‘i know nothing you’re talking about.’ the guy’s voice was raspy, almost gone.

heeseung leans down. he throws papers at him.

‘are you sure?’

the guy chuckles before he roars in laughter. he looks up at heeseung directly with crazy eyes.

‘ah, about your so-called dead parents?’

‘you must really not know they are alive. just being tortured to death.’

heeseung grabs the guy’s collar.

‘bullshit, they are dead.’

‘it is all lies. they are being held captive-.’

heeseung shoves the guy back on the chair before leaving the room.

“that was pretty harsh. i don’t think we should mess with heeseung hyung right now. it’s a touchy subject for him.” jungwon says. the door slams open and heeseung is grabbing a canned beer and drinking it.

“i hope that guy enjoys the torture because it is just starting.” heeseung says. sunghoon and ni-ki walked in soon after.

“at least clean your face, you have blood all over. you’re going to ruin the floor, i just cleaned the place.” jungwon groans.

“alright, we will. here.” sunghoon throws the suitcase at jay. jay quickly inspects it to see if all the money was inside and it was.

“great job. now, wash up. we have girl guest coming up and i don’t think she’d want to see the both of you covered in blood.” sunoo says.

“when did you get here?” jay says.

“i was in the bathroom washing up the blood since you aren’t doing it.” sunoo sasses.

“it could be red paint.” ni-ki says.

“along with the smell of iron? totally red paint.” jungwon adds before rolling his eyes. ni-ki huffs.

“do we have any more missions? i have school in the morning and it’s not going to be a good rest if i do not have at least 3 hours of sleep.” ni-ki says. everyone turns to heeseung (despite jungwon being the leader of the operation).

“jake is coming up here any second now so we’ll debrief and then you can run back to your home and sleep.” heeseung explains.

“do we debrief with (name)?” sunghoon asks.

“i’m just here as your assassin, there is no need for me to even be here. jake just told me to watch you two.”

“so?”

“it means, i will be going now. goodnight!” you say.

“wait, what about jake?” sunghoon yells.

“i’ll drop him a text!” you say.

“he’s gonna kill us if we just let you off!” sunghoon says.

“i’m gonna have a night walk before getting home. i need some me time.”

“it’s 1am!”

“and?” the elevator door shuts. just as your elevator door shuts, the other elevator door opens and reveals jake and the girl.

you: went for a walk, i’ll get home as soon as possible.

jakeyy: what? why? 

you: i just wanna walk around our childhood park. is it that bad?

jakeyy: why didn’t you invite me :(

you: i wasn’t asking for you to join me. it’s going to be just me.

jakeyy: alright, stay safe.

“he is going to come.” you sighed.

you were strolling around the park. It was pretty dark out but the night sky and the stars made it look magical. it was why you loved coming here. your grandparents used to bring you here to watch the stars. they laid a picnic mat onto the ground and pointed out the various shapes and animals that they could spot.

there was once a smiley face and your grandparents pointed out that it was your parents and that they were proud of you. proud of who you grew up to be. you weren’t exactly sure if they’d be happy with what you did now.

you looked up at the sky. the stars were twinkling, you wished you could reach up there and capture a star. it was truly something beautiful. you had stayed in the park for at least an hour, you decided it was time to get home. it was already 2am, you should at least get some rest. well, you hoped you did at least.

you felt a nudge at your fingers and saw layla sitting in front of you.

“layla, how did you get here?” you say. obviously, you knew jake was here too because there was no possible way for layla to escape from jake’s vision. he cared about layla more than anybody could.

“what’s with you coming here suddenly?” jake says. you turned to the boy.

“my grandparents' death anniversary is coming up so i just want to visit the place they always brought me to.”

“god, i forgot. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s alright. you don’t have to worry. i’m sure they will be upset though.” you say pointing to the stars. jake looks up.

“i am so sorry grandpa and grandma.” jake says. you snort.

“why did you bring layla out?”

“why not? she likes late night walks.”

out of nowhere it starts pouring. you gasp. jake grabs your arms and runs with you to the gazebo. you, jake and layla were soaking wet. the puppy shakes off the water and it only splashes onto you and jake. the both of you giggled.

“well so much for it having a clear sky to see the stars. it started pouring fast.” you say. jake chuckles.

“I think your grandparents are really mad at me.” he huffs. you laughed.

“that’s impossible, jake! you know they love you!”

“well, if they did then why is it pouring all of sudden.”

“no one can predict the weather.”

“okay, fine. that is very true. this is my favourite hoodie though.” he pouts.

“we can dry it off at my home. for now, we have to wait until the rain stops or at least calms down.”

“i don’t think it’s stopping any time now.” jake says as he looks out. it’s true, it was practically raining cats and dogs. there was no way it would stop any second now. it would probably end in about an hour or two. however, layla was not a calm dog. she’d probably get angsty and want to run around.

“do you think we should just book it to your car?” you suggest.

“car? i walked here.”

“are you serious?” jake nods. you facepalmed.

“okay, maybe we could stay here for a little bit and hope the rain calms down.”

it had been 10 mins and the rain had not calmed down. jake had settled onto the ground by now, caressing layla to calm her down from the thunder.

“should we run? my house is just a block away.”

“(name), i don’t want layla to get sick.”

“what about us?”

“layla is more important.”

“you’re right.” you groaned, “it’s going to take an hour more probably. i’m cold and hungry.” you whined.

“come here then.” you tilt your head. jake tugs on your hand to bring you down to sit on the ground. after doing so, he takes out his jacket and drapes it over you.

“it’s better than freezing to death.”

“oh great, your jacket is wet, you know.” you deadpanned.

“the inside is dry, just the outside is wet. you’re still in the dress you wore for the ball.”

“well, of course i am. i did say i was going straight to do a night walk before going home.”

“it’s dangerous for you to be out wearing like this.” jake says. his words tugged at your heart strings.

“you gave me plenty of things to defend myself with. moreover, i learnt taekwondo from jungwon. i think i’m well prepared for a surprise attack.”

“i’m just worried about you.” he says.

silence.

“you mean it in a friendly way, don’t you?” you say.

“i meant it in a more than friends kinda way.”

you swore your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. there was no way jake liked you as more than friends. he is just joking. he always does.

“is this a joke?”

“no.”

layla whimpers, you pet her.

“she knows i’m sincere.” jake points out. you snort.

“so you like me?” you tease.

“are you teasing me, now?”

“well, it’s hard to believe it when you’ve spent countless times denying our possible feelings for each other.”

“well- fine, i’ll say it out loud. I like you, (name). i like you so much, i wanna kiss you right now.”

your breath hitches, “who’s stopping you from doing it?”

and so, jake leans in and captures your lips. you went home with jake, the both of you were giggling like teens. layla followed in, she settles down on the floor. both you and jake fell onto the couch, kissing nonstop.

“i really like you.” he pecks your lips.

“do you like me or my lips?” he pecks it again.

“both.”

“choose one.”

“then you. I really really really like you.” he pecks all over your face and you fell back onto the couch. jake continues to lay kisses on your face even after you fell back on the couch.

jake’s phone rings. he pauses and places it on speaker mode before throwing himself onto you.

“yo?”

“you sound happy, it’s 4am in the morning.” jay says.

“HE GOT LAID I BET!” sunghoon yells from the back. you heard a smack from the other line.

“YAH! MY ASS.” sunghoon yells.

“anyways, where are you?”

“it rained so i’m at (name)’s house.”

“ah so she’s the cause of your happiness? not surprised. i thought you got laid or something.”

“unless…did (name) and you finally hook up?” sunghoon says.

jake looks up at you and pecks your lips. it was loud enough for both sunghoon and jay to hear.

“we didn’t hook up but she is my girl now.” jay gasps.

“FUCKING FINALLY!” sunghoon yells. jay smacks sunghoon again.

“can you not shout? it’s 4am in the morning and jungwon gets fucking cranky if we wake him up. he is terrifying if he doesn’t get sleep.”

“okay okay. holy shit, congrats though. can we throw a party then?”

“throwing a party equals to a possible attack.” jay explains.

“you know, that’s not a bad idea guys. mayhaps, we can eliminate possible targets on our list.” you say. both jay and sunghoon gasp.

“jake, you have found the smartest girl. thank you (name)!” sunghoon says.

“so we'll tell the others tomorrow in a meeting?”

“yeah, that’s a perfect plan. (name), join us tomorrow!”

“we’ll leave you two to get it on, now!” sunghoon ends the call.

“they are idiots, aren’t they?” you say.

“that’s sunghoon and jay for you.” jake says. you giggled.

the next morning, both you and jake entered the penthouse. everyone was already gathered. heeseung was looking at his clock. the other elevator door opened and perfectly on time, another girl walks in.

“is that the girl we saved?” you say. she bows at you.

“hello, i am eun. i umm housekeep.”

“you are pretty. heeseung, you sure you don’t wanna actually wife her up?” you say. heeseung rolls his eyes.

“he’s already planning to do it!” sunoo smirks.

“oh damn, can i be the best man?” jake says.

“it’s not a real marriage.”

“yeah but you two will be legally married by the law.” jay says. eun blushes.

“well, after someone mentioned that i have a wife to a guy. now, everyone thinks i’m married so we’ll have to roll with it.” heeseung glares at jake. the said boy hides behind you.

“okay so what’s the plan because i have to explain to ni-ki later on.” jungwon says.

you told them the plan.

about a month later, the boys were appalled. the guy they tortured was right. heeseung’s parents were really alive.

“eun, here. bring this to heeseung hyung. i think you are the only one who can go in his room. he’ll throw a fit if any one of us goes in.” jay hands eun a tray.

“thanks, i’ll make sure he is okay.” eun says. she enters heeseung’s room.

“dude, if heeseung’s parents are alive…what more is kept under the rug?” sunghoon says.

“you don’t think my pet goldfish from when i was five is still alive?” ni-ki says.

“not funny.” sunoo says. ni-ki huffs.

jungwon feels a notification pop in. he scans his phone. his eyes widened.

“jake hyung, you need to see the app.”

“what? is there a virus?” jake says.

“no, it’s not. someone coded a message into the app externally and it’s for you.” jungwon says.

everyone looks at their phone. true enough, it was a pop up message.

‘your brother is still alive. clock is ticking though, better be quick and solve this mystery. i’ll be waiting for you and your little mafia friends~’

jake felt his stomach drop. there is no way his brother is alive. his brother died in an accident when he was 10.

“jake…”

“(name), i-”

you hugged jake. he could feel his whole body shake but he didn’t know if it was fear or anger. whoever was behind this was someone cruel. someone who knew every single thing about the boys.

“we have to find the mastermind. he deserves to be erased from this planet.” jake says.

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name: asclexe formally? cameron causally, but call me whatever! no, seriously! idc! nicknames (ex: cam, ronnie, cammy, etc) are welcome! feel free to call me your pookie or your son or child or something, be creative!

⭐️gender and pronouns: i am uhhh. nonbinary i think. they/them preferred, but it/its or he/him are also fine!! i prefer gender neutral terms, but i also am more masc leaning. like im a man. but also just a person.

⭐️not specifying my age but im a minor. B cool!! internet safety!!

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⭐️nationality/country: american fuck my stupid baka life (EST timezone)

⭐️ i am also white :/

⭐️star sign: leo :3

⭐️personality type: intj (also houses mtbi if u care)

⭐️religious alignment: atheist cause im god /j 💪💪

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and everyone else is welcome :3

⭐️fandoms im most active in:

house md

doctor who (only on season 2!!)

good omens

warrior cats (on arc 5 but i don’t plan on reading them)

dungeon meshi

movies in general

+ any other fandoms i consume in the future!!

⭐️fandoms i rarely post abt but still enjoy

tbosas/the hunger games

dead poets society

six feet under

a series of unfortunate events

fnaf

she-ra/the owl house/steven universe/gravity falls/etc

bluey

barbie/monster high

doogie howser md

scott pilgrim

the amazing digital circus

the middle

stardew valley

the spiderverse

abbott elementary

aggretsuko

i will post abt my sims occasionally :3 most posts are text posts bc im untalented

*i’m looking to get into evangelion, supernatural, hannibal, saw, and dexter 👍

i write fanfiction and poetry (i take requests feel free to hmu), i do local theater, i make pride icons (also requests hmu) i drabble in the occasional doodle, and i like baking and watching youtube and scrolling through tumblr and walking through the forest and my neighborhood and making bracelets and spending money and laying on the floor and singing and dancing and being silly and reading medical textbooks and cool novels and hanging with my irls and idk, yeah! life! carpe diem!

*also i’m trying to get into reality shifting! (im not a freak i swear)

⭐️my fav music artists (a little all over the place:3) jack stauber, will wood, lemon demon, tally hall/miracle musical, dazey and the scouts, mommy long legs, the oozes, bear ghost, mitski, chappell roan, weezer, the smashing pumpkins, my chemical romance, laufey, liana flores, faye webster, MARINA, pearl & the oysters, queen, no doubt, slipknot, korn, mindless self indulgence, hole, some olivia rodrigo, charli xcx, some vocaloids,

i love pretty much all kinds of jazz, rock, and showtunes (except ballads. i dislike ballads)

my music taste can be described as like. neurodivergent weird kid alt rock and hot girl summer pop.

(music recs are very much welcome <33)

*taylor swift enjoyers follow at your own risk (i hate on her occasionally. i really dislike her music and she’s also not that great of a person)

random facts about me :3

⭐️i’m left-handed (bully me for it ik im a freak)

⭐️unfortunately a theater kid :/

⭐️tall for this website

⭐️the most insufferable and annoying person ever

⭐️DOESNT BITE!! (i swear)

⭐️ i’m genetically pitch perfect but i’m awful with rhythm

⭐️favorite planet is ur mom (i ❤️ venus)

⭐️honors roll baby 🔥🔥

⭐️im most likely neurodiverse?? undiagnosed but speculated

⭐️perpetually alone only child 😔 please talk to me i love chatting with people, asks and replies preferred, dms okay <33

⭐️favorite color green. all of the shades.

⭐️i haven’t cried properly in like a year and i am not breaking my mewing streak

⭐️minorly touch/attention starved :3

⭐️single & ready to mingle!! (please don’t fucking talk to me like that im aroace and a minor )

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⭐️i’ve never seen an episode of spongebob but saw the musical

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⭐️im nicer than i seem (i’m also a very negative person in general but i keep my thoughts to myself!)

⭐️i have a massive sweet tooth :3

⭐️(new) tags guide!⭐️

*note this is a new system i’m trying out, some older posts do not apply

#asclexeposting - all original content

#camyyaps - unhinged text posts/late night eepy time posts/yapping in the tags

#cam touches grass - the rare times i go outside and touch grass and do stuff

#ask the fellows - relating to my ask blog (go follow it go do it its @ask-the-ducklings go ask stuff)

#me ask :3 - reblog of something i asked another blog

#mootie :3 - if we’re mutuals and you send me an ask i tag it with this :3

*you also get your own individual tag for asks, for example @pingunaa is ping :3 and @rubeslovesthesmiths is rubes :3, etc

#cammy’s 4 later tag :3 - stuff for later!!

#cam plays the sims :3 - my simming tag

old man doctor yaoi prompt list :3

my house md oc :3

⭐️side blogs!⭐️

@ask-the-ducklings - ask/roleplay blog 4 the house md duckligns

1/2 of @meanwhile-on-the-road, the other half is pookie @sillyhyperfixator

@house-md-referrer - house md references

@theindierockcafe - writing blog

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