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wileys-russo · 7 months

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request for bf lessi x reader where sick grace clinton and clinging on the reader more than usual. Lessi doesn’t like that her cuddles are being stolen

mother hen II a.russo

you'd first met your girlfriend when you were both just fifteen, she was boisterous and outgoing and drew in everyone around her like a magnet.

alessia was easy to talk to and within just a few days of knowing her you felt so at ease in conversation it was like you'd known her for years.

you lived on opposite ends of the country but were always texting or calling with one another as you grew closer, in fact you often teasingly blamed the blonde for getting you into trouble at school because she would always text you while in class.

as you grew older you both in your own ways realised that maybe you harbored some feelings for one another that grew beyond the tight friendship that had blossomed over the years.

though as time had passed alessia had matured and become a little less outspoken, and so with an astounding fear of rejection at the back of her mind she kept these feelings to herself, as you did the same.

but naturally in your later teens you couldn't ignore the feelings between you both forever, and when you were dared to kiss one another on an under 19's national camp during a game of spin the bottle, everything shifted.

still neither one of you came forward with how you both felt, but your interactions changed. hugs lingered a little longer and filled you with a different sort of comfort and warmth, your touches seemed to feel more personal and concise.

things changed yet again when she left for college, that hug was something different all together and alessia had forced herself not to look back at you as all of her friends and family cheered when she walked through the departures terminal at the airport.

you didn't stop speaking of course, it was more difficult with the time differences but you'd both made a pact not to let that cause you both to fall out or drift away.

when alessia would come home on breaks and holidays everything fell right back into place like she'd never left, it never became any less easy to talk to her, but there was always an underlying tension that neither one of you wanted to point out for fear of what it might mean.

you signed with manchester united the year before alessia did on a three year contract, the blonde was endlessly proud of you and even made sure to come home for the celebrations of your first professional contract.

after a few drinks and away from the watchful gazes of your friends and family you were laid together in alessia's bed in her childhood home, a room which seemed frozen in time as it had never changed in the slightest over the years she was away.

maybe the confidence to finally tap into the unspoken electricity between you both was fueled by alcohol, or maybe you'd both just grew tired of dancing around the truth for so long.

the kiss was years in the making and the relief which flooded both of your bodies when afterward you both came clean about the feelings harbored toward one another felt like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders.

when alessia returned home for good you were over the moon, even more so when she accepted her own contract at united and you could finally be together in a way you'd both long yearned for.

you played together for two seasons in manchester, came out to your families and reveled in developing the newfound connection and relationship between you, exploring it together and growing more and more in love with one another as the months passed.

but when your contract with united ended and the past season you'd spent more time on the bench than on the pitch, meaning the senior national team call ups stopped coming, you suddenly had a big decision to make when other offers from new clubs came flooding in.

alessia had promised no matter what your decision was, it was yours to make and she would be by your side in full support regardless, she loved you truly and purely and nothing would change that.

with promised minutes and a bumped up salary you accepted the offer from tottenham with constant reassurance from your girlfriend that compared to country to country distance, manchester to london was nothing.

it wasn't always easy but you made it work, and when eventually alessia joined arsenal you could be together again in the way you both missed dearly.

the striker got her own apartment with intention of it becoming shared once your own lease was up, and hardly spending a night away from one anothr the moment your lease ended you moved in for good.

if there was one thing that came to mind when someone spoke your name, one shining attribute that trumped the others, it was the selfless drive you had to look after everyone around you.

though in hand that often meant you'd put others needs before your own and it pained alessia at times to watch you prioritize others over yourself, she knew no matter what she said you wouldn't change and your intentions were never ever with any malice.

you were just quite simply, a good person.

your girlfriend was nothing short of protective, she had been ever since the two of you were just friends. when she was younger it was worse, if someone else had your attention she'd go out of her way to do anything to gain it for herself.

make a joke, make a scene, show off, be loud, anything she could to have your sole attention and with how fond you were of the taller girl it worked near every time, your teammates just rolling their eyes at the obvious need alessia had to command your entire focus.

when you started dating you were well aware of your girlfriends tendencies to judge a wandering eye thrown your way, even if it was nothing more than just that.

the moment alessia felt threatened in the slightest you were made aware. if it was being tugged into her lap, her lips kissing at your neck or jaw, hugged tightly from behind, your head gently turned to only be looking at her.

it amused you to no end just how possessive the striker could become, and though you knew it wasn't with any malice you would always chatisize her for it before assuring her that she was the only girl you had eyes for, watching as she would melt back into a puddle of puppy dog eyes and a pout.

alessia was always the more outgoing of the two of you and you were always more level headed, the two of you together was a balancing act that perfectly matched what the other lacked.

though that care and drive to look after others meant you'd adopted some of the younger members of your club team as your own of sorts, first and foremost which was grace.

having already been quite close with her during your shared time at united, when you'd moved to the club she was on loan at the twenty year old was over the moon and you found her attached to your side from day one.

that extended beyond the pitch of course, and at times alessia wanted nothing more than to throw out your seemingly adopted daughter when she overstayed her welcome at your shared home.

though admittedly alessia also had a soft spot for the young scouse and with a bat of her eyelids and a plea the blonde couldn't stay mad at her for long. especially not with how much you clearly cared for grace, which alessia recognized wasn't all too dissimilar to her own close relationship with mary.

but this week in spain on camp with a seemingly harmless cold sweeping the team everything had shifted, and that soft spot alessia harbored for the younger girl was wearing dangerously thin.

when you and alessia had found out camp would be in spain and you were both named in the squad you were over the moon, with demanding schedules and league titles to be fought for you'd not had a vacation in well over a year and you'd both grown beyond exhausted of the drizzly grey weather of england.

alessia was looking forward to sun, football, time with close friends and of course some quality time finally playing alongside her girlfriend for the same team.

but when the cold had you down for two days all of that went out of the window as you stayed behind to work in the gym when she was out on the pitch.

but despite your warnings alessia still stuck to your side anytime she could, and with a strong immune system never fell victim to the cold you had, relieved when you'd finally slept through the night without coughing or sniffling and woken up with the color returned to your face.

but there was another person who'd been around who did not have such a strong immune system, grace.

thankfully it hadn't hit her as hard as it did you and she was still able to train with the group like normal, just needing a few extra breaks here and there.

but with you still worried for her, alessia suddenly lost you as her training partner and watched as every session you hovered by grace and paired up with her instead.

"jesus christ less you're gonna take my head off this is just a drill!" mary yelped as she dove out of the way of the ball spiraling straight at her face which cracked the back of the net with a swoosh.

but the blonde didn't even hear her, attention already switched to watch you training at the other goal across the field, eyebrows knitted into a frown watching as you stood to the side awaiting your turn, grace leaning into your side as your arm was drawn over her shoulder.

"don't tell me you're jealous. they're like sisters less urgh!" ella shoved her best friend with a teasing smirk, snapping her attention out of it as she shoved her back.

"no! don't be stupid tooney." the blonde rolled her eyes and readied herself for another kick, the pass sent in by lotte as her boots smacked against it with a thump.

"alessia!" mary yelped as again she dove out of the way, the ball sailing right at her face somehow even faster and harder than the other one did. "sorry mary!" alessia winced as the older girl groaned from the ground.

the whistle blew to signal training was over and as much as your girlfriend wanted nothing more than to plant herself at your side she quickly hurried over to help mary up.

"don't use me as a punching bag for your relationship issues, or at least kick the ball away from my head less!" mary huffed as the girl hauled her up to her feet and brushed the grass and dirty away from her knees.

"i don't have relationship issues i have grace issues." alessia rolled her eyes after hugging mary in apology. "ohh i see. you're all moody because your girlfriends too busy looking after her adopted daughter when she's sick instead of paying attention to you, poor little less!" mary cooed teasingly pinching her cheek and pulling her into her side.

"anytime i think i get five minutes alone with her grace appears with a headache or a runny nose or a sore throat. she's barely sick she's fine, she's been training the whole time!" alessia rolled her eyes with a huff, marys body vibrating with laughter.

"mary its not funny! can't you look after her?" the striker whined with a frown at the girl who held her hands up. "i've got my hands full with the hopes of england, sorry less." mary sighed holding them up as alessia rolled her eyes and swatted them away.

"hi baby." though she perked up at the sound of your voice and span around with a beaming smile. "less!" you laughed as the taller girl picked you up into a bear hug, settling you back onto your feet and continuing to hug you tightly.

"i missed you." the blonde mumbled as you rubbed her back and laughed. "lessi we were apart for like thirty minutes." you grinned, gently pulling away though alessia made sure to keep a tight hold on her hand.

"lets go lay by the pool babe, suns lovely." alessia suggested as you nodded your agreement, laughing at the way your girlfriend practically dragged you with her.

"less!" you laughed louder as the taller girl all but threw you onto the sun lounger, crawling on top of you with a grin. "hello gorgeous." the blonde smiled eagerly as you shook your head.

"mmm that feels nice." you sighed happily as the taller girl laid down on top of you, gently kissing at your neck and jaw as your arms wound round her back scratching lightly up and down at the skin beneath her training top.

"so does that." alessia smiled against your neck, head popping out to hover over you again, not missing the way her eyes flickered down to your lips. "not getting shy are you now baby?" you teased, the girl never hesitant about kissing you.

"no but someones getting cocky." your girlfriend grinned back, lips hovering over yours, curling into a smirk as you leant up to capture them in your own and she pulled her head back.

"its not nice to tease alessia." you raised an eyebrow, her hands wandering to grab your hips, thumbs rolling circles as she continued to smile and hover over you.

though right as it seemed she'd finally given in, leaning down and pressing her lips against yours a ball thumped and hit her in the back of the head.

"now now you two there are children round here! nobody wants to watch you eat each others faces in broad daylight." mary grinned as alessia groaned into your shoulder and rolled off of you, grabbing the ball and hauling it back at millie who caught it with a beaming smile.

"back to your room or mine babe?" your girlfriend asked hopefully with a coy smile as you laughed and pushed her head away from you. "here i was thinking you just wanted to soak up the spanish sun, work on a tan, admire the poolside view...when you only want me for my body." you tutted with a shake of your head.

"i do not! i love everything about you, including your body." alessia corrected, sitting up as you rolled your eyes affectionately and she grinned cheekily.

"in fact, if i told you you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?" alessia smirked with a wink, dropping down on top of you again and kissing all over your face making you laugh and halfheartedly shove her off.

but right as alessia went to properly kiss you again now the girls had wandered away, a whiny voice yelling out your name had her smile dropping.

"we're not here." her hand covered your mouth as you glared at her and pulled it off, sitting up as alessia rolled onto her back and sighed deeply, grace appearing a few seconds later.

"whats wrong gracie?" you smiled as the girl dropped down on the lounger on your other side, melting into you as the taller girl wrapped her arms around your torso and you ran a hand through her hair.

"me heads fuckin killin!" grace huffed with a scowl as you pressed the back of your hand to her forehead. "you feel a little warm but thats probably just from running around at training. did you ask for another advil?" you frowned, rubbing circles into her back as alessia glared at the younger girl who simply stuck her tongue out at her and nodded.

"maybe some sleep? we've not got anything else on until dinner." you suggested softly as grace nodded, moving around until she was laying down comfortably with her head in your lap as alessia's eye twitched.

"maybe you should sleep in your own room in your bed!" alessia warned, flicking grace's ear as you clicked your tongue at her and smacked her hand away. "tell ya bulldog girlfriend to stop pickin on me." grace mumbled as alessia's eyes widened.

"less! act your age." you warned before she could retaliate, the smug smile on grace's face having alessia wish she could smack it off as alessia stood up with a huff.

"where are you going?" you sighed as she stood at the end of the lounger with a scowl and her arms crossed over her chest. "away from our apparent adopted child who i did not want!" grace whined as alessia pinched the back of her ankle, the younger girl kicking at her lazily.

"less she's sick!" you laughed as the blonde sent you a pout and a frown. "yeah less i'm sick." grace echoed, turning her head to look up at the older girl with a grin who shook her head. "did you say she had a temperature?" alessia questioned as you nodded.

"a little. but at least you sound clearer and you're not coughing." you directed the last few words at grace, rubbing her back as alessia's eyes narrowed. grace may have been sick a few days ago but now your girlfriend was sure she was just putting it on for attention.

"oh wait i have to ask sarina something! less be nice, she's sick." you sternly warned your girlfriend who gave you a soft smile as you pried grace off and stood to hurry after your coach who was wandering past with a few of the girls.

"come on russo ya know you'd love a cuddle." grace grinned patting the lounger as alessia scoffed. "with my girlfriend? yes i would. but you won't leave us alone you little shit." alessia again pinched the midfielders ankle who whined.

"keep pickin on me and i'll just tell her, good luck getting a cuddle then." grace grinned as alessia withhheld the urge to scream. she'd always looked at grace like an annoying little sister but it seemed this camp she was determined to really settle into that role.

"do you still feel warm?" alessia sighed as grace perked up, assuming your girlfriend was about to give in and baby her just like you'd been. "a bit." grace shrugged as alessia nodded and gestured for her to sit up.

"why?" grace asked though before she could even blink suddenly she was over alessia's shoulder as the taller girl strode off toward the recovery area. "less! put me down man." the girl tried to roll off but the taller blonde held on tightly.

"nah i'm just helping you get better. you're hot? better cool down." alessia grinned, stopping and suddenly dropping grace into the bright orange bins which were acting as on sight ice baths, the younger girl gasping and spluttering as alessia doubled over laughing.

"you're dead!" grace launched herself out of the bin and lunged at alessia who yelped as a wet body attached to her back, shivers running down her spine as grace dumped a handful of ice down her top.

"oi!" both girls stopped dead in their tracks, alessia turning as grace's arms tightened around her neck, both of them sporting matching guilty smiles as you stood in front with a raised eyebrow and hands on your hips.

"she started it-" "this is all her fault she-"

but both girls fell silent as you held up a hand. "i don't care. grace go to your room and take a hot shower before you get sick again!" you warned, the younger girl dropping from alessia's back and hurrying off at the stern tone in your voice.

"i love you?" alessia tried with a guilty smile, stepping toward you as you shook your head. "are you twenty five or twelve?" you chatsized as she scrunched her nose up. "i really love you?" the blonde repeated.

"i feel sick?" she tried again with a fake cough as you were unable to stop the corners of your mouth upturning into a smile as alessia cleared the remaining distance between you both with a few steps.

"very cute." you hummed with a roll of your eyes. "think i might need some extra cuddles, some extra kisses...just so i feel better." alessia grinned, hands playing with the bottom of your top as you took in her half drenched state with a sigh.

"you are a child sometimes alessia. you know that right?" you sighed tiredly as your girlfriend just shrugged, cold hands sneaking up your top to settle on your sides causing you to flinch.

but before another word could be said her head turned away from you and she let out a few sneezes causing you to raise an eyebrow. "baby i'll give you attention, you don't need to fake being sick." you rolled your eyes with a smile.

"...that wasn't fake."

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writerslittlelibrary · 8 months

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So, I'm not a prisoner? part 2

masterlist part 1 part 2 part 3 extra

summary: you did not expect that your mission to take down the traitor, could end in such a difficult situation for you…

pairing: Natasha x Red Room teen reader

warnings: like, one swear word

genre: fluff, angst

words: 2554

a/n: I apologise if this chapter isn’t the best. I’m in a bit of a depression slum so I’m not really motivated to do anything right now. I might come back later and fix this chapter a bit

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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After leaving the apartment, you immediately noticed the SHIELD agents piled up outside. They must have been listening to your conversation.

Natasha led you towards a SHIELD car, opening the door for you, allowing you to get in. She got in the drivers seat, and followed by about a dozen other SHIELD trucks, she drove towards an airport nearby.

The Quinjet was waiting at the airport, Clint Barton apparently inside of it.

“I know this must be very overwhelming for you,” Natasha spoke, glancing towards you before focusing on the road again.

You stayed quiet, instead staring out the window as you watched all objects blur.

“I promise you we are going to help you,” Natasha affirmed. You turned your head, looking at her.

“You can’t honestly sit there and tell me you are certain they won’t lock me away the moment I set foot in there,” you stated, and Natasha looked at you, giving you a sad smile.

“I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make sure you won’t be locked away,” Natasha started, focusing back on the road and taking a deep breath.

“How can you be so sure?” you asked.

“I’ll think of something. I can put you under my supervision. I can lock you in a room and make sure you can leave it with me. Anything. I will come up with anything,” Natasha assured you. You didn’t want to believe her. You didn’t believe her, yet for some reason, whether it was her tone or the way that she spoke, you couldn’t help but deep down, believe her, even just a little.

You sighed and looked back out the window, wanting nothing but to wake up from this nightmare.

Yet then again, if this were a nightmare, wouldn’t you just wake up in your old one?

Your mind was a mess, and you could hear all the voices in your head scream at you. You saw Madame B every time you closed your eyes, just yelling at you. Telling you what a screw-up you were. Telling you all the ways that you failed them.

You always hated Natasha Romanoff for being a traitor, but now you met her, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe you were wrong.

And even if you weren’t, you were now officially a traitor as well.

You wanted to make Dreykov proud. That’s what you were supposed to do, right? If you made him proud, you’d get rewarded. You were the pride jewel. He loved you, didn’t he? He cared about you. You weren’t some disposable Widow. You knew that. But, then again, he was the one that told you that. And could he really be trusted?

You groaned slightly, rubbing your temple with your right hand and you closed your eyes.

“Everything okay?” Natasha asked, giving you a concerned glance.

“I’m fine,” you bit back quickly, hating to look weak. Natasha didn’t take you response as hurtful. She knew you weren’t actively trying to hurt her. She understood the way you were raised, and she’d be damned if she, or anyone else, would ever misunderstand you.

The drive to the airport didn’t take long, and soon enough you could spot the Quinjet from the car.

“You brought the Avengers superjet…?” you asked, and Natasha gave you a small smile as she nodded. “That’s not exactly subtle…” you told her, yet Natasha just shrugged.

“It’s fast,” she responded, driving the car as close as she could get it to the Quinjet. Once she stopped the car, she got out, walking over to your side and opening the door for you. You didn’t acknowledge it as you got out, immediately noticing the other SHIELD trucks that were parked closely.

Some agents stood outside their cars, their hand on their weapon as they watched you.

You noticed a woman walking towards you, and you took a step back when you decided she was way to close.

The woman didn’t acknowledge your defensive attitude, instead holding up a pair of handcuffs and reaching for your hands.

You pulled your hands back, and before the woman could say anything, Natasha had noticed what was going on, stepping in front of you and stopping the woman.

“What are you doing?” Natasha asked, despite the fact it was obvious.

“It’s protocol,” the woman claimed, yet when she tried to step towards you again, Natasha stopped her.

“She came willingly,” Natasha stated, but the woman just shook her head.

You noticed neither of them were going to give up, and quite honestly you just wanted to get rid of the woman. And so, you took a step forward, holding up your hands to the woman, giving her an expecting look.

Natasha looked a bit shocked, yet didn’t take long to place her hand on your arm.

“You really don’t have to,” she stated, but you interrupted her.

“It’s fine. Let’s just go,” you stated, and the woman nodded as she made quick work of handcuffing you.

After she was finished, Natasha gently took your upper arm, leading you towards the Quinjet. Clint Barton was already waiting on board, having a small smile on his face when he spotted you two.

“Hey kid, nice to see you turn over a new leaf,” he said, yet you just scoffed.

He didn’t seem offended, but rather just smiled and turned the chair around, facing the control panel.

He pressed a few buttons, and the Quinjet closed.

“Take a seat. We’ll be flying for a few hours,” Natasha announced, and you nodded as you held up the pair of handcuffs.

A look of shock and confusion took place on Natasha’s face, before she quickly regained herself and gave you her famous smirk.

“Damn… You’re good good,” she told you, and you gave her a small smile before you sat down on a seat.

Natasha discarded of the handcuffs, placing them in some cupboard before taking a seat next to you. “I know you’re scared, and I know you’re not showing it, and you’ll never admit it, but I promise you, I will make sure everything is gonna be alright,” Natasha said, looking forward, not wanting to pressure you.

You would of course never let her know, but you appreciated what she said. You would indeed never admit it, but you were scared.

You weren’t just scared of the Avengers, though. You were afraid of what Dreykov would do to you. You were afraid what he would think, and what he would say. He would be so disappointed. Natasha Romanoff was right there. The traitor is sitting right next to you. You could so very easily just kill her. Slit her throat. Her guard was down. She would never see it coming. Dreykov would be so proud.

You weren’t sure whether you wanted to kill her, and for the first time in your life, you found yourself debating whether you should kill her or not.

Never once in your life did you think about killing someone or not. Never once did you think about the consequences. I was always just another assignment. Another person you had to wipe from existence, and you never, ever, dared to give it a second thought.

This experience was weird for you.

You didn’t really want to kill Natasha, but yet again, you were supposed to, so why wouldn’t you? It’s not like you really cared whether Natasha lived or died. Did you?

You simply sighed and let your head fall back against the wall behind you, closing your eyes and letting your thought run through your head. What would Dreykov say? You knew what he would say. Deep down, you knew he didn’t care.

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After the Quinjet landed, Natasha and Clint guided you through the Avengers tower, claiming they need to take you to an office so you could speak with the director, Nick Fury.

You, of course, knew exactly where that office was, yet you decided to keep your mouth shut and just follow them. You didn’t want to make this situation worse for yourself. You knew the entire lay-out of the Avengers towers, and you were pretty certain Natasha was aware of that.

Once you took the elevator and made it to the office, Nick Fury was sitting behind his desk, Maria Hill standing of to the side with a clip board in her hand.

There were Shield agents standing outside the door, and you were pretty sure they were there to make sure you couldn’t try anything.

“Take a seat,” Nick Fury simply said, and you looked at Natasha unimpressed, before you took a step forward, setting yourself down in the seat at the other side of the desk, across from Nick Fury.

“You understand we cannot trust you, correct?” Fury stated, and you looked him in the eyes, enough for him to accept it as a yes, apparently.

“Director Hill,” Fury then mentioned, getting up from his seat.

Maria Hill walked towards the desk, placing her clip board on it as she sat down herself. She gave you a small smile. You didn’t return it.

You were focused on your surroundings. Clint had left the room. Natasha was leaning against the wall next to the door. She probably didn’t want to disturb the conversation, yet she didn’t want to leave you alone. Maybe she just wanted to keep her eye on you.

Before Fury walked away, he turned to look at you.

“Don’t fuck this up,” he stated, before walking towards the door, leaving the room.

You turned your gaze back to Maria, who had picked up a pen, now waiting for your attention to turn back to her. Once it did, she began speaking.

“I’m just going to ask you a few questions, and you just try and answer them to the best of you abilities,” she explained, and you nodded slightly.

“Could you please state your full name and date of birth?”

“Y/n, the rest I don’t know…” you replied, and Maria nodded. “Do you have any idea of how old you may be?” she asked and you nodded, giving her your assumed age.

She wrote the information down, scratching some things out on the clipboard before turning to the next question.

“Do you know where you were born?” she asked, and you nodded.

“I was born in Russia, but I’m not sure whether my parents were Russian,” you explained, and Maria nodded as she wrote it all down.

“Have you always been in Russia?”

You shook your head, briefly telling her about certain mission you had been on that took longer than a month.

There was that time in Seattle, when you lived with another Red Room Widow pretending to be your mother. You had gone to an actual school, and you had had actual friends.

There was another time in the Netherlands, when you were with a Hydra agent. Something about a debt Dreykov owed to Alexander Pierce. You had been chosen for a mission with a Hydra agent. You were posing as a normal teenager, whose mother passed, which is why your father moved you all the way to the Netherlands. You enjoyed the learning the language, yet you found it one of the harder ones to master due to the many odd rules.

Maria wrote every single detail you told her down, not missing a single thing as she made sure everything was on paper.

After a few more questions, and many ‘I don’t know’s’ from you, Maria finally put her pen down, smiling at you gently.

“That’s all for now,” she explained and you nodded.

“Come on,” you heard Natasha say, and you got up, walking towards her.

“See you later,” she told Maria before guiding you out. Were they a thing? Did Natasha see how Maria blushed? Did Natasha notice how she herself blushed?

Whatever.

Natasha led you towards the elevator, pressing a button, then entering a code. You learned about this. To get to the living quarters of the Avengers tower, you had to enter a code. This was to prevent any unwanted visitors in the living space of the Avengers.

Once the elevator opened, Natasha led you out, guiding you towards a hallway. You followed her the entire way, making sure to walk at least a metre behind her.

You weren’t allowed to walk next to your superiors, and even though you weren’t sure what you place in this tower would be, you didn’t want to take any chances. You didn’t want to stray to far from the manners you were taught.

Natasha probably noticed, but whether she did or not, she decided not to mention it.

Eventually, she stopped in front of a door, pushing a key in the keyhole and unlocking it.

“This will be you room,” she smiled and pushed the door open. “My room is across from this one, and the only other people in this hallway are Wanda and Carol, but she is not often on earth,” Natasha explained, and you nodded as if you didn’t already know it.

You stepped into the bedroom, and it took you a moment to process the fact, that all that space, would be yours now.

“Do you like it?” Natasha asked, waiting by the door.

“It’s so… big…” you stated, slowly walking further into the room. Natasha smiled as she made her way towards another door.

“This is the bathroom. I stocked it with some basic supplies beforehand, so you’ll probably be good for a little while, or just until we get the chance to go shopping,” Natasha stated as she closed the door again.

“This is the closet,” she explained, walking over to the piece of furniture and opening it.

“Right now, there are just some things from me and Wanda that will probably be wearable for you, but we’ll get you some new clothes soon,” Natasha smiled, and you nodded.

Natasha walked over to the desk, sitting down on the desk chair and looking at the ground. It seemed she had something to say, and it would be something you wouldn’t like. You took a seat on the bed, across from her, and simply waited until she spoke.

“Now, because we do not know you, we cannot just let you roam freely around the tower. I managed to convince Fury you shouldn’t be put in a cell, but unfortunately, this door will have to be locked until further notice,” Natasha explained and you nodded.

“He’d be stupid not to,” you replied, and Natasha nodded, giving you a small smile.

“I promise I will come check on you often, okay? And you can leave the room if you are accompanied, so I will make sure to take you on some daily walks or something, alright?” Natasha explained, and you nodded, giving her a smile in return.

“I promise you, everything will only get better now,” Natasha told you, and you nodded as she got up, walking towards the door.

“I’ll get you something to eat, and some entertainment,” she explained, and she left the room.

Suddenly, you were left alone. This was your room. You made the choice. You were officially a traitor. There was no going back. You did this to yourself. You royally screwed up. Or perhaps, just maybe, you made a really good choice?...

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Charles Leclerc x Kpop idol!reader

Summary: When kpop meets formula 1 and its a relationship PR stunt. What happens then?

The Tortured Drivers' Department series

A/N: after a long long long while, we are so back! Congrats for charles winning his home race. Let me know what you think or if you wanna be added to the taglist.

Taglist. @tea-bobba @boiohboii @c-losur3 @haikyuen @stelena-klayley @stinkyjax @0710khj @jinimon-tr

Cause what if I was in love What if I can't have us.

Liked by Charles_Leclerc, todayis_wendy, and 790,456 others

xoxo_y/n 💍💖

user8 MOTHERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

user4 she remembered her account again!!!

user10 can we get a smile miss maam???

user11 she is ice princess for a reason duhh user10 it wouldn't hurt for her to smile sometimes

user55 someone tell me why charles is in the likes??

user7 charles??? like king charles?? user67 dumb dumb, its charles leclerc

user90 another day, another slay from Y/N

Y/N have never been a fan of fake dating.

However, it was not an uncommon practice in the industry. If someone wants to hide their relationship, create a fake relationship to throw off the media. If someone wants to boost their popularity, fake a relationship and get the attention.

It amazes her how good people play that part of being in love when they are really not. The thought of it also disgust her because she can't even control her emotions to the people she doesn't like let alone pretend to love someone.

So this entire meeting seems ridiculous.

"Isn't there any other way to solve this situation by not doing this?"Y/N asked.

"The company doesn't want to give you a comeback until your popularity rises and this fake relationship will guarantee a boost" the manager convinces "You are the only girl in your group that has not been involved in any dating scandals"

"Isn't that supposed to be a good thing I'm not into scandals"Y/N rebutted

"Normally it is but your image is not doing well because everyone thinks you are too cold and unreachable"

Y/N slumps back at her chair, there is really no way out of this.

"C'mon Y/N, do it for the team please"the manager begged "Think about Wendy, Joy, Seulgi, and Yeri. This whole thing will do them good"

As the leader of the group, this was her main weakness. She will do anything for the betterment of the group. Its what a good leader does.

"Just make him someone nice" Y/N surrenders.

The immediate change in expression almost made Y/N retract everything she said. This was happening whether she likes it or not for there was already a plan in mind. With her verbal agreement, its set to motion.

"Don't worry, he is a very nice guy" the manager assures "It's that f1 driver, Charles Leclerc"

Y/NFansite Y/N was just spotted boarding a flight to Japan.

user4 what is she doing in japan??

user2 what is she doing alone in japan? user3 japan huhhhh

user7 safe flight y/n

user8 it might seem crazy what im about to sayyyyyy

user9 i love love her airport fashion so chic and comfy

She knew that she should have listened to the members advice to look up her "boyfriend" but of course Y/N was too stubborn. Now, she is here sticking like a sore thumb and looking like a headless chicken in the Ferrari garage.

This was the week that they are supposed to be soft-launching their relationship. She haven't even meet the guy yet, she resist the urge of rolling her eyes as cameras might be lurking.

"Love the color of your nails" the voice comes from behind.

Y/N snaps her head giving her famous resting face as she meets the grinning Charles Leclerc.

"Ferrari Red or Red Velvet?" Charles wondered.

"It can be either"she shrugs.

He sits next to her. He was a little bit taller than her even when they are sitting down. She noticed the friendship bracelets that that he wears on his wrist with red and yellow as its dominant colors.

It was the first time that she has been able to take a long look at the man, she has seen posters of him at the train station. She will admit that she kind of sees why the girls were shrieking when they looked up the photo of Charles. He certainly looks good and she bets he knows it too with that charming smile plastered on his face.

"My name is Charles, sorry that it took me so long to meet you"Charles held out his hand

"Y/N, nice to meet you"

She didn't reach out to touch his hands in return, she just wants enough distance as much as she could. After all this whole thing is just a pretend thing.

Charles didn't seem to be dismayed by the action and he smoothly covers it up by running his open hand to his hair. He continues to smile at her brightly.

"Ice princess right?"he mentions the nickname.

"How do you know that?"Y/N asked

"I googled you last night" Charles replied "Of course I have to know something about my new girlfriend."

Y/N felt her cheeks burn at the way he spoke girlfriend. It was uttered in such a teasing manner that she is beginning to understand how some people are good at making fake dating situation work.

"I didn't look you up"Y/N admits.

She was expecting to see a falter or a tinge of disappointment but the smile on Charles face only went wider. It's as if he was a kid given a his wish on Christmas day.

"Well then that's perfect" Charles clapped his hands "We have some time before free practice, I could show you around and I could talk to you about Formula 1"

Charles_LeclercUpdate Charles is spotted walking with kpop leader Y/N before FP1. They were also spotted hanging out after free practice.

User4 what????

User7 BIG DAY FOR THE KPOP X F1 GIRLIES (its me)

User8 so that's why she went to japan!!!

User9 omgggg they will be a power couple

User14 y/n pick anyone, pick anyoneeeeeeeeeeeeeee. leave my husband alone

"Sooooooo when are we meeting our new brother-in-law?"Wendy asked.

The minute that Y/N steps back to Korea, she was immediately bombarded by her members regarding her Japan trip. They were all over their groupchat and they kept sending the photos that were tweeted by fans during the weekend.

"I think he will be busy a lot"Y/N answered "You might not meet him any time soon"

The Japanese GP was quite disappointing for Charles with him landing on a P4 and missing out on a podium. Although if Y/N could argue, she overheard people talking about how Charles did extremely well especially with the one-stop strategy. Y/N mentioned it in their conversations but Charles still insist that he has to do better so he will be training a lot.

"Tell me you took pictures"Joy asked

Y/N nodded her head as she opened up her phone. Her gallery was filled with a lot of pictures during the weekend. There were also some fans of Charles that she took photos with.

They stumble upon a selfie by Charles and Y/N, they could not stop giggling.

"Unnie, you two looks so good"Yeri, the youngest cheers "Everyone keep saying how you two are the original visual"

"What if this can be your first real relationship" Seulgi encourages.

"This is just work Seulgi"Y/N reiterated "We'll fake date for a year and a half then its done"

Before the members could voice out their protest, the door rings.

"Did you guys order food or something?"Y/N asked.

The four other members shook their head communicating that there is a stranger outside the door. Y/N cautiously opens the door because she didn't want her private apartment leaked to fans.

Y/N felt a sigh of relief upon seeing the lady at the frontdesk of her building. What was highly unusual was the bouquet of red flowers of various shades and sizes that she was holding.

"Y/N, I wanted to give this to you because I think your boyfriend forgot your room number"she greeted.

Stunned silence, she wasn't aware that there was something to do for today. She normally doesn't gush but receiving flowers is something really nice. Y/N mutters a small thanks before getting the flower and getting inside.

"Ohmygod, that must be from Charles"Yeri was jumping up and down "Isn't he romantic?"

"What did he sent it for?"Joy quizzes.

Y/N picked up the card and saw a scrawl signed by Charles' name.

"I never got to thank you for being with me during the weekend. Thank you for being a wonderful addition to the garage. Its nice to see you. I'm hoping to see you maybe in Shanghai?"Y/N reads.

"You have to go!!!"Wendy pushed.

"Unnie c'mon bring us with you"

"Let me see the letter"

While the girls were busy talking, Y/N took the opportunity that they were occupied to quiz the man who sent the flowers.

Y/N: Why did you send the flowers? Charles: You don't like it :<< Y/N: Well, I love it and I appreciate that. Y/N: Should I post this on social media or something to tag you? Charles: I just want you to enjoy the flowers. I really appreciate meeting you. Charles: Have a great day cheri Y/N: Thanks Charles, you too!

Charles_Leclerc what a weekend, shanghai you have been great.

User4 what a weekend for feudrari

User5 Charles you look so good!!!!!

User10 a smiling Y/N???? WHAT IS HAPPENING

User45 am i the only one thinking how random this whole relationship is?

User7 i know like who introduced them??? User8 ngl i dont give a crap, i just think they are perfect with each other

She was easily getting a hang of this new life. She feels like as an idol, she was well-prepared with the flashing cameras and the people bombarding her wherever she goes. It was no big deal for her to stop by and meet people since everyone seems to want a picture or a sign of Charles.

"Y/N can you give this to Charles?"

"This bracelet is for you and Charles"

"Would you sign this?"

"Y/N I hope you can have a comeback soon!"

There were so many voices and people. She kept a smile on her face as she tries to navigate her way out of the crowd. There is probably an increase in the amount of people crowding her since she is now known as Charles' girlfriend besides being an idol singer.

The crowd was moving in a snail pace and she politely thanked people giving her gifts for her or even the ones that are supposed to be for Charles. She was so preoccupied that Y/N didn't notice that Charles was worriedly squeezing his way to the crowd to retrieve her.

"Excuse me, can you give her some space please"Charles tried to get a hold of her.

"I'm okay"she squeaked.

Still, Charles waded through the crowd and once within reach he interlocked his hands with her. Y/N also noticed how his other hand has been gently placed at her back in a protective manner as if he is guiding her.

There were cameras flashing and Y/N felt a cap being placed on her head. She can see the number 16 etched on the flap of the cap and Charles suddenly missing his iconic hat.

"Please don't crowd my girlfriend please" Charles begged the crowd "I don't want her harmed or you guys to be harmed so lets just calm down"

It felt like Charles has a certain pied-piper charm to his voice because people listened. The two of them made their way to the garage and Y/N didn't miss how he still kept the protective arm gesture.

"You should have used the more private gate, next time I'll teach you that so you won't be bomarded by people" Charles explained "You could have been lost in the crowd if Fred didn't tell me"

The worried look on Charles face was evident. He was looking at her if she had any bruises or scratches, he knows that there was a tendency for avid fans to accidentally leave some scratches.

"Charles, I'm okay" Y/N rested a hand on his shoulders to soothe him "This is not my first time to deal with crowds"

"I know but I don't want to create a bad experience for your grand prix, you might not want to go next time"Charles pouts.

"I can assure you that it will take more than a crowd to scare me into not going to Grand Prixs"

Y/N's remark seems to place a smile on Charles' face and she couldn't help but to smile as well. It was simply infectious for Charles to do that.

"Good because I want to keep inviting you to more Grand Prix"Charles stated.

xoxo_Y/N 🎹🎵 #solo

User1 were finally getting an Y/N solo ???? FINALLY

User2 Y/N SOLO???

User3 I spy with my little eye, thats charles!!!!

User16 CHARLES WILL BE PLAYING FOR YOUR SOLO??? User24 no wayyy!!!!

User15 were going to be blessed!!!

Todayis_wendy why are we not informed???

xoxo_Y/N he is only here for a couple of days Charles_Leclerc I promise, I'll hang out next time! Todayis_wendy get me some gp tickets in canada and were good! Charles_Leclerc that can be arranged user55 wendy here is getting the bag LOL

After a couple of grand prix, it was now time for Charles to enter her world.

Its the summer break, they made use of the time by bringing Charles to Korea. Y/N had a lot of things planned because she wanted to treat Charles with the whole korean experience but her company had other plans.

"I'm really sorry, this will be just a quick thing" Y/N apologized as they walked the halls of the recording studio.

"No worries, I don't have anything planned" Charles smiled.

"This will be just 30 minutes or so then we can go exploring again" Y/N explained.

"Hey, its okay. "Charles assures "This is your world and you know I'm really happy to see you do your thing"

Y/N felt something weird again with how Charles placed his hands on top of hers. It wasn't her nerves because she recorded multiple times so this is something else. In the back of her mind, she knows what exactly this is but she wants to deny it for a little bit longer.

"There you are Y/N, I'm sorry but your recording last week glitched" The producer noticed she wasn't alone "We might rerecord"

"Can we do a quick run?" Y/N pouted.

"It might take some time"

She helplessly looked at Charles expecting him to be disappointed. Charles has a big supportive smile on his face as if reassuring her that she could take all the time she needs.

"I'm alright being here, your studio is awesome" Charles piped in

He was immediately making his way to the piano and looking over to the other equipment in the studio. Y/N noticed that Charles has a certain crinkle in his eyes when he is in awe with things, she used to see it with the cars.

"You wanna play?" Y/N asked

Charles looked at her as if she was kidding. He looked to the producer, seeking confirmation, and the producer just gives a go signal.

"I mean, maybe I can contribute to your recording"Charles suggested.

"Gee, are you coming after my job?"Y/N joked

"Maybe I'm just trying to do this so we can spend more time together" Charles winks.

And so the re-recording started. Charles was busy playing and making suggestions, which the producer takes into account. He even made a rough draft of a new song that Y/N noticed when he stepped out to take a call.

"Your boyfriend has an ear for music"The producer admits.

"It seems so"

Y/N glanced at the musical notes and lyrics that he has written. It was something that she might have to discuss with Charles soon because these have big potential to be a part of an album.

"You two are a match-made in heaven"

The comment caught her off-guard. It was her internal crisis that she was getting used being with Charles and it reached to the point that they are still acting like they are together even without cameras on them.

Is everything still pretend?

Charles_Leclerc Red Velvet should be played at the garage tbh

Arthur_Leclerc a blast to see her perform!!!

xoxo_y/n thanks arthur! Arthur_Leclerc my bias is Yeri btw! any chance you can get me one of those yeri card? xoxo_y/n talk to her yerimiese yerimiese hi???

xoxo_y/n consider me surprised, thanks for seeing us perform

Charles_Leclerc wouldn't miss it for the world mon chou! user81 the nickname is mon chou???? user50 i want what they have

user9 the fact that charles literally took the time to surprise his gf by staying lowkey and buying tickets like a fan would, Y/N wins the jackpot!!!!

User4 what a supportive boyfriend, i wish my boyfriend is like this

User7 why is that every time Y/N smiles, charles is always there at the receiving end??

User8 i wanna go to a red velvet concert too!!!

Charles knew that this was beyond the contract but he was pretty curious after knowing that this was Red Velvet's first european tour. Y/N was always doing her best to be present in GPs and he wanted to return the favor. He had a bit of free time and he did a little snooping.

"Let me ask you why did you call me here again?"Arthur asked.

"I need you to go on your laptop and get tickets"Charles repeated.

"Tickets for what?"

"Red Velvet tour in Paris"Joris answered.

He really brought the whole battalion to secure the concert tickets. From what he researched, it was quite chaotic once the ticket starts so he enlisted everyone within the vicinity. This is why Joris and Arthur are camped in his living room with their laptops on.

"You know I honestly think we shouldn't go with this big of a trouble when we can just call her and ask for tickets"Joris added

"But she will be surprised and this is too sweet of a gesture" Arthur cooed "I'm definitely down to do this"

"We have to focus on getting the tickets"Charles reminded.

They watched as the clock ticked closer to the selling time and then it was quite chaotic at the household. Charles would like to think that his fast reflexes would be a great advantage to this but it was all futile.

"What do you mean that were in line?"

"My site just crashed"

"This button is not working, what is this wifi?"

"WHY IS THIS SO STRESSFUL?"

Charles_Leclerc recharging the batteries with her.

xoxo_y/n i dont wanna leave monaco

Charles_Leclerc stay with me even longerrrrr hi_sseulgi stop stealing her!!! Charles_Leclerc sorry lolz user9 lolz, charles ur so unserious

user4 posting two photos of Y/N and one of him, he is head over heels

user7 i mean if Y/N is my girlfriend then i will do the same!

user16 i just wanna take a long walk and lie down the highway

xoxo_y/n always so proud of you Charlie!

Charles_Leclerc thank you! i couldn't ask for anyone better to support me

xoxo_y/n saranghaeeeee Charles_Leclerc love you more mon chou

user12 im not a huge fan of Y/N but she is always there to support Charles therefore i like her a lot

User5 why are they so wholesome???

User6 i just saw them walking to the paddock and how Y/N looked so proud of Charles is everything

Charles finds that Abu Dhabi is that one track he hates every season.

It serves as a bitter reminder that another season is ending and he doesn't have a championship in his belt. It was a heavy burden on his shoulder especially when everyone has dubbed him as someone who will bring back the glory days of Ferrari.

"You look exhausted"Y/N pointed out.

He was so into his thoughts that he didn't notice her arrival.

"When did you get here? I'm sorry if I wasn't able to pick you up at the front"Charles apologized.

"It's okay Charles"Y/N assured "But are you okay?You seem a bit out of it"

"Just a lot of things"Charles sighed.

Charles fiddles with his ring, a habit that Y/N observed that Charles do when he is stressed. After being together for nearly 10 months, even if its fake, Y/N was observant to pick up these characteristics.

"You could tell me anything"

Something that Charles learned that despite the whole cold atmosphere and aura Y/N has, she was a very good listener and comforting shoulder to cry on.

"It's just the championship, I wish I could have a better car and a better chance to win this thing"Charles admitted.

"You always have next year" she suggested

"Maybe but everyone is getting restless"Charles' voice felt like cracking "Next year, its a new team mate and a new car and new struggles"

"Well no one said that the road to championship would be easy"Y/N said "Things are never easy but that's what makes victory so sweet"

Y/N's hand reached to touch Charles to stop him from fidgeting his ring. There was that feeling of warmness again but this has been occurring for so long that this was not a foreign feeling anymore.

"You'll get it next year Charles"

"Thanks for believing in me Y/N"

Charles_Leclerc love spending time with you as always!

user8 the rings??? dont tell me you two are engaged???

user76 im so happy to see them be like this huhuhu

user2 i love it how open Y/N and Charles is about their relationship

user6 why is she in monaco again? doesn't she have a job or sumthing?

user7 jealous much?? user8 why does she need to work when charles can provide

It was so easy to do the whole relationship with Charles that they haven't noticed that a good year and a half has been done. Y/N knew that sooner or later the phone call will inform her that its time to call it off but she would like to pretend that its never happening.

"Charlie!"she greeted as soon as she enters the apartment "I remember we were running low on fruits so I bought some apples and oranges while I was going home"

Y/N frowns because usually Charles would come running already to ask what did she get but today there was a certain stillness. She immediately went to Charles' office and she spotted him in front of his laptop.

In her heart, she knows what's happening judging the grim look on his face.

"We need to talk" Charles broke the ice "I just got the email"

Y/N understood english but why are the words like floating in the air and not making any sense to her. She felt like she could just vomit at the moment with the amount of stress.

Everything was coming to an end.

"Hey, hey look at me Y/N" Charles held her hand "This whole thing may be over and we just need to give it a few months but we are still friends"

Friends? That was even more painful than ever. How can Y/N go from acting all domestic and being a couple to simply being reduced to a friendship. She clutches the necklace hanging around her neck as if it was the thing suffocating her.

"Do you need water?" Charles asked

"I need to go"

"Go? Where are you going?" Charles was confused.

But Y/N was already picking up her bag and things. She felt so claustrophobic being in Charles' place and having so many thoughts running in her mind. She just wants to get away.

"I just need to go for now Charles"Y/N repeated.

"Mon chou, you don't seem like in a good state to drive by yourself, let me drive you mon chou-"

"Don't call me that"Y/N snapped.

There were so many emotions in Y/N's eyes. It was filled with regrets, begging, and most of all pain. It was swimming with emotions that he was lost at what to do.

"This whole thing is about to be over so I think its best to start dropping nicknames so its easier for us to part"Y/N's response was on autopilot and Charles could only nod in agreement.

soompi Red Velvet leader Y/N and Scuderia Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc confirms break up.

user4 what???did i miss something???

user88 you have got to be kidding me!!

user7 i knew it, they were bound to end.

user9 good news, my wife is freee!!!!!

User8 we are checking, we are checking

"Charles?" Y/N's voice felt like fresh air for Charles.

He can't see her but he can feel how there was so much that has changed about her. There was this certain tone and intonation that he remembers whenever she speaks to him. Now, its just empty and void of emotions.

Its been 2 weeks since they received the termination email and they haven't been together in the same place ever since. Frankly, Charles misses her.

"Charles, are you there?"Y/N asked "I'm gonna hang up this phone if you're not going to speak because I have some stuffs to do so-"

"Don't hang up.. please"Charles interrupted "I just didn't know what to say to you"

There was a silence on both ends of the phone call but their heavy sighs acknowledges that they are still both on the line. They are both waiting for each other to say something.

"You know its snowing today" Charles started.

"The first snow?"

"Yeah and I remember that you told me that in Korea that whole tradition about when the first snow falls then you have to call someone really special"Charles remembered.

"Charles don't do this"she begs.

"Don't do what?"

"This, whatever this is. It has to stop because were about to announce to the world that were breaking up and we have to adjust back to what we used to be"Y/N said.

She was begging Charles to give her some time and space. It was for her own good because she knows that she was already in too deep with this whole fake relationship and its going to break her the minute that this whole thing finally ends.

"I like you Y/N" Charles was first to cave in "I have been thinking about this for months that I really like spending time with you and I really like you way beyond than this whole fake dating thing"

There was desperation in Charles' voice and it was not comforting for Y/N to hear it. She often hears that love is not supposed to be something that scares you, it should be your peace or tranquility.

"This is all wrong, you're only saying that because we spend too much time together"Y/N denies.

"Then we can start this again. Properly and real this time around" Charles insisted "We can hide away this relationship from the media, we can do secret studio session, we can just have private vacations here in Monaco"

Everything was too good for Y/N to be real. She was scared that she might wake up and this is all a dream for her.

"I like you Charles but I think I needed time to process this whole thing"Y/N answered "We have to think this through because I think were transitioning from everything way too fast. We're acting and now we're turning this to something real."

And there was silence, she knows that she messed up by being too open and too direct about what she's feeling.

"You're scared?" Charles asked

"Yeah"

"Okay then I'll wait for you until you're no longer scared"

Y/N felt like she could cry with how Charles replies. It was somehow very comforting to hear that he wouldn't run away and that he would be here.

"And when you feel like you are no longer scared and afraid then I'll be here" Charles assures.

CharlesY/NUpdates is Y/N and Charles back together?? We spotted a new girl in his vlogs and it looks like Y/N. The photo from the left is a screenshot from Charles' new vlog while the one on the right is a photo of Y/N in her IG a few weeks ago.

User4 ohmygod!!! I KNEW IT!!!

User7 anyone thinks that the timeline isn't adding up because Y/N hasn't left korea

User8 we don't know if she's been riding private jet planes

User91 no, that's not Y/N. Look at her nose

User20 and the skintone User4 but they look eerily similar

Its been 8 months since they "broke up" and true to their words they haven't been contacting each other. They really took the words taking time to navigate what they are feeling so that they can work things out properly this time.

Y/N is currently doing some songwriting when the members barged in her room. They were giggling and excited that it made Y/N confused if she missed any new memes.

"Okay what is going on"Y/N asked, putting down her pen.

"Oh c'mon unnie, why are you still hiding from us?"Yeri giggled

"Yeah, did we really have to know things from the internet" Wendy agreed.

This only confuses her even more and the members seem to realize that Y/N truly didn't know anything.

"Unnie be real with us? Is this you" Joy asked.

Scrolling past the different set of photo of Charles and mystery girl, Y/N felt her heart drop.

"I haven't talked to Charles ever since.."Y/N admitted.

There were so many questions in her head if this is one of those fake ones or is this a true relationship. Truthfully, she didn't want to know the answer because it will only pain her more.

"What are you going to do about this Y/N? I thought you two are working things out to be real"

"I don't know.."

There was something broken about Y/N that she can't feel anything.

WagF1 look at the new gf of Charles Leclerc and his past gf, does charles get deja vu?

user6 charles i cannot defend you with this

User7 its called, he has a type!!!

User88 i miss Y/N and charles

User9 can you all get over the old ones, they have new lives already

CharlesY/NUpdates Charles and Y/N at the same event tonight! After a year of their break up!

User6 anyone wanna bet with me that there will be chaos

User8 nah Alex and Y/N are too sweet to be involved in a fight User10 oh to be a fly in that room

User1 did they know about this or are they as surprised as each other?

User2 i mean if my ex shows up looking like that, i would have started packing my bags

User3 but alex is also too beautiful!!! User72 alex looks like Y/N

User84 i just miss Y/N at the paddock :((

If Y/N has been informed that Charles would be in attendance then she would have called in sick or skipped her flight. It was a punch in the gut to see him but she felt like someone twisted the knife when she saw the company he was with.

Alex, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

They were a few tables away from Y/N's table but to her luck she has the perfect view of the couple. She have to thank the years of media training that she underwent during her debut days that prevents her from showing any emotions she is feeling at the moment.

"Y/N do you want to switch seats?" Seulgi asked

"I'm okay, I don't wanna make anymore trouble"

She watches how Alex whispers to Charles and how he nods in attentiveness. It was the same way that Charles used to talk to Y/N when she was fake dating him.

How is this not confusing for Charles? This was the question that bothers Y/N.

"I need to go and powder my nose a quick second" Y/N bids the table.

The members look at their leader with a worried expression but they let her off. Y/N went outside of the hall and out of the view of the cameras. She was suffocating in that room.

The door creaks open again and she fears that oh so familiar footsteps.

"YN"

"Charles"she greeted without stopping with her stride.

"I need a second with you"Charles was catching up.

"I don't have a second for you"

"C'mon Y/N hear me ou-"

Charles grabbed Y/N's wrist and she made a mistake of facing him. Everything just comes flooding in her memory and she hates herself so much that none of these feelings have any semblance of hatred towards the man.

"Give me a chance to explain myself. I know this is all so confusing for you and I know that I hurt you but I didn't mean to do that to you"Charles explained.

Another mistake that Y/N did was she looked him straight to the eye. It was a recipe for disaster as months of trying to heal suddenly went down the drain.

"I love you. I really do. And I waited for you and then Alex entered and then I liked her a lot and I know this is not an explanation that you need but you deserve to hear this and-"

The whole thing was passing on deaf ears because Y/N already confirmed what she was feeling ever since the first sentence. She was ready to settle this out even if it hurts her.

"Loved Charles. You loved me"Y/N points out "Past tense"

"What? What do you mean?"

"You love Alex now right so you only loved me" Y/N restates.

Charles was at a lost for words.

"You shouldn't feel guilty, I can see it in your eyes that you truly love Alex." Y/N explains "I'm happy that its something real and sure"

Real and sure, its something that she cannot give but she is happy someone else can give that to Charles.

"But what about you?"Charles asked

"My feelings, I'll get over it."Y/N knows that she has to.

They stand there with a more comfortable silence.

"Does that mean were okay? No more hard feelings?"Charles wondered

"of course charlie"she musters a smile.

"Great" Charles awkwardly runs a hand down his hair

"You should get back to the hall, I'm sure Alex would be wondering where you went"Y/N suggested.

"What about you?"

"I'll follow soon, I just need to go to the bathroom"

"Okay Y/N, I'll see you inside later" Charles replied.

The fading footsteps of Charles allowed Y/N to let out a heavy sigh. She briskly walked to the bathroom and in the far end of the stall, she locks herself. It was the only moment that she allowed herself to be true to whatever it is she feeling.

She did everything good but why does she feel like crying now.

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #the tortured drivers department #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc angst

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ripleyresonance · 11 months

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Some Things Never Change

Hello, lovely Moshers. I have Mami brain rot so I figured I would put these thoughts out in the world. I hope you enjoy it.

Rhea x Fem reader!

“7…8..9…and 10” Rhea grunted setting the weights down.

“That was…great.” You mumbled behind the camera.

“Hey, thanks for coming along today princess. I don’t really do the whole “social media” thing so it helps that you’re here.”

“WWE really wants me to post and…blah blah” is what it started to sound like to you as you watched Rhea wipe her sweat with her towel.

It was insane how even the slightest movement made her look like a Greek goddess. You had always had a crush on her but she had only gotten more gorgeous over time.

Rhea was your older sister's friend. You were only one grade apart so you basically grew up together. She always was kind to you. All you had to do was say please and she would spend her allowance on you as quickly as she got it. She even beat the shit out of one of the boys in your grade after they pushed you on the playground once.

High school was a different story though. Over the summer you turned sixteen everything changed. Your braces were off and you learned how to dress you had a newfound confidence. And you were determined to use it to be with Rhea. But no matter how much you flirted she would just say “Very cute princess”.

She was always interested in wrestling. Your sister, Iris, and Rhea would try out moves they saw on the last episode of RAW and Smackdown on each other so it was no surprise when she started taking wrestling more seriously. She started coming around your house less and less until she was gone. She didn't even say goodbye, no note or anything. Iris said she dropped her off with her parents at the airport and she left.

You were so happy she finally got everything she wanted, but you had to admit it stung a little that that did not include you.

You finally became content watching her shine from a distance until your sister called you out of the blue.

“You have to come by the gym tomorrow I have a new client for you to shoot some social media content for.”

And while you got ready throwing on your most average gym set and no makeup you were applauded when that client was your very own Rhea bloody Ripley.

“Is my work life that boring to you… Princess.” She winked at you.

You grit your teeth at the nickname not knowing whether to blush or slap her.

“Can you just go throw some heavy things around so I can quench the thirst of your fans?” You said, sounding more annoyed than you meant. Rhea noticed, giving you a soft smile.

“Hey I know we did not leave off on the best terms but I still-” Rhea said rubbing the back of her neck before your sister approached interjecting.

“You’re almost done muscles, I got to pick up the kid from school.” She said distracted by her phone.

“...I’ve only done one circuit of my workout, Ris. I got four more to go.” Rhea told Iris.

They both stared at each other until Iris busted out laughing.

“You're a freak, Ripley.”

She threw a set of keys at you barely managing to catch them.“Close up after ‘Mami’ is done with her workout.” Iris laughed at the nickname making Rhea flip her off as Iris headed for the door.

You ran after her grabbing her arm.

“Hey, you never said it would just be me and her.” You said kind of nervously.

“Awww still have that schoolgirl crush on her?” Iris said too loudly making you sush her.

“I do not! She chose her life after all and I wasn't part of it.” You said lowly.

Iris frowned a bit “This is a good chance for you to talk to her then. Maybe let go of the past?” She said smiling at you before her phone rang.

“Shit okay im late make sure to lock the back door too!” she said running to the door. Before you could stop her again she was gone and then it was just you…and Rhea.

You sighed turning back around as Rhea looked like she was moving to the free weights.

“Thank god she's gone now, it's only the cool kids.” Rhea joked with a smile, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

You gave a polite smile in reply but kept it professional. “I'm going to record your back while you lift it seems like your fans like that the most.” You said grabbing your phone.

“Uh yeah sure,” Rhea said slightly defeated.

You recorded a few more clips of Rhea working out. It was hard to be mad at her when she looked this good working out. You needed to get out of there and take the coldest shower of your life.

“All the footage looks good so you can pack up and I'll lock up behind you.” You said grabbing your bag and walking past Rhea.

“Princess wait–” Rhea said grabbing your bag and getting your attention.

“You know you could drop the nickname, we are not five anymore,” You snapped coldly.

“Listen I know you're mad at me,” Rhea started.

“Mad? No, I passed mad a long time ago I'm furious Demi.”

“Uh oh, the legal name.” she nervously laughed as you dropped your bag.

“Cut the shit, do you want to talk or are you just going to keep trying to joke to make me forget you left without a word?” You questioned, walking closer to her.

“Listen it was more complicated than that,” Rhea said gritting her teeth.

“Complicated? No taxes are complicated saying goodbye to me was easy and yet Iris was the one who came home to tell me you were gone. I know I wasn't your best friend but I thought you thought of me better than that.” you said a tear rolling down your cheek

“Of course not I-” Rhea said

“You what!? What was such a good excuse that you would move continents without even saying a word-”.

“BECAUSE I LOVED YOU OKAY?” Rhea shouted stepping closer to you.

You froze knowing she could not have possibly just said those words out loud.

“I loved you okay…and it hurt too much to say goodbye…” Rhea said gently cupping your face and wiping your tears.

“You….you loved me.” You were barely able to say above a whisper.

“I never stopped..” Rhea whispered back tilting your chin upward as she moved so her lips grazed yours.

You gasped before your lips collided. It was soft and sweet. It's like she was apologizing over and over every fiber of her being went into your kiss. You moved your hands to her neck deepening your kiss trying to find any way to ground yourself. You have had dreams like this before and if this was one too you didn't want to wake up.

The longer the kiss went on it felt like all the words unspoken between you both came spilling out in one rush. The kiss got needier and sloppier until you felt Rhea back you into a workout bench causing you to lay your back against it.

Rhea leaned over you her lips traveling to your neck making you let out an embarrassing whimper.

“God, do you know how long I have wanted you?” Rhea questioned her eyes fluttering to meet yours.

“God you were always flirting with me, batting your pretty eyelashes up at me like I was the only thing you wanted,” Rhea grunted moving her knee in between your legs and causing you to gasp.

“And Ris noticed too. She said she would kill me if I ever even thought about taking you out on a date. So I pushed it down, dated other women.” Rhea said moving her hands underneath your shirt.

“But I could never get you off my mind princess.”

She whispered pinching your nipple. You moaned at her touch. Her callous hands massaging your breast her thumb grazing over your nipple over and over. Between that and her knee rubbing against you it was embarrassing the sounds you were letting out.

“I never left your mind huh?” You caught your breath to ask.

Rhea stopped looking up at you.

“Then show me what you were thinking of all this time.”

Rhea smirked immediately getting on her knees in front of the bench.

You sat up going to protest until she grabbed your hips pulling you to the edge her mouth dangerously close to your heat.

“Anything for you…princess.”

You opened your mouth to protest the nickname but a moan came out as you felt Rhea spread your legs exposing your core in your pink leggings.

“Fuck I barely even touched you and you're soaked. Did seeing me flex turn you that much?.” Rhea mocked, using her thumb to rub over your clit.

You hissed at the feeling.

“I can be mad at you and still think you are the most stunning woman I have ever seen.”

Rhea laughed in appreciation at the comment.

“So sassy even when you need something from me,” Rhea said pressing into your clit harder.

You whined obviously wanting her to eat you out but she wouldn't fold so easily.

“Good girls use their words, don't they?” Rhea raised an eyebrow looking up at you.

“I--fuck you know what I want.” You bit your lip looking down at her.

“Oh right, you're mad at me you probably want me to just stop rubbing right here–”

You jumped a little as she pushed her thumb harder against the growing wet spot.

“Fuck please eat me out, Rhea.” you moaned earning a hum from Rhea as she slowly pulled your leggings down. She made sure to kiss every inch of your thighs leaving light bites in some spots.

You thought you would go crazy if you didn't get some friction and fast. As you opened your mouth to complain you finally felt her tongue on you.

It was embarrassing the sounds that started escaping you but at this point, you didn't care. Mad or not at her she knew just the ways to move her tongue to make you forget all of that.

She started off slow, moving her tongue in a light figure eight right on your clit. The warm sensation only built in your stomach as she started circling one finger around your hole.

“Think you can take my fingers, sweetheart? “ She managed to mumble between your legs. You excitedly nodded as she slowly pushed one finger into her entrance your hands immediately flying to her hair.

It was like she knew every spot by the way she curled her fingers up and flicked over your clit so well with her mouth. That warm feeling inside you was getting stronger and stronger.

“Fuck me harder.” You blurted out catching Rhea by surprise.

“Harder?” she questioned seeing you nod quickly before laughing.

“Your wish is my command.” Rhea smiled before thrusting her fingers inside you so deliciously hard.

Your eyes started to roll back and your legs began to shake. Just as you were slowly rushing to your peak Rhea made you dive as she began sucking on your clit, making you grip her hair and moan in ecstasy as you road out your high.

Rhea put down your legs letting you rest for a moment while you tried to catch your breath.

She smiled down at you softly helping you stand.

“I know somewhere we could go to cool down.” You whispered in her ear.

The warm droplets of water bouncing off the tile echoed through the shower although that light and delicate sound was drowned out by the moans and wet sounds coming from the two of you.

The sight was truly something sinful as Rhea stood under the water. Her hair glistened as the droplets ran down her toned abs hitting your face.

You were on your knees with one of Rhea's legs over your shoulder eating her out like your life depended on it.

Her raspy moans were honestly enough to get you off again but if that didn't it was her words.

“Fuck you look so pretty on your knees for me princess.” Rhea moaned grabbing your hair in a tight fist.

Your eyes rolled back from that motion as she fucked her face on your tongue.

“That's it, good girl, let mami fuck that pretty mouth.” She grunted as you hummed against her clit. This must have been the motion that set her off as she bucked her hips three times harder and harder and let out the most gorgeous sound you had ever heard.

You swallowed every drop of cum you could get as Rhea grabbed your neck to pull you up gently to kiss her.

You both panted with your foreheads resting against each other as you both looked for the right words to say.

“I meant every word I said,” Rhea whispered.

“And I am so sorry I never said goodbye no matter how painful it was to me.” Rhea looked into your eyes searching for your emotion.

“Hmmm, I don’t know if I believe you.” You whispered back seeing the hurt in Rhea's eyes.

“Buttttt” You quickly added.

“I may have a few ways…and positions you can make it up to me in” You smiled kissing her cheek and turning away from her.

You gasped as she quickly smacked your ass as you walked away.

“I could do this all day princess.”

#rhea ripley #rhea x reader #rhea ripley x reader #mami rhea #wwe raw #wwe #wlw #rhea ripley imagine #smut

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dazed--xx · 8 months

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🥀Little Do You Know..🥀

Summary: Little do you know, How I'm breakin' while you fall asleep. Little do you know, I'm still haunted by the memories. Little do you know, I'm tryin' to pick myself up piece by piece. Little do you know ……I need a little more time

Member: Lee Minho x Reader

T/W: ANGST..,crumbling marriage, mentions of divorce. Mentions of anxiety, mentions of panic attacks. Mentions of neglect in a marriage, crying, begging etc

Word Count: 2.7K

Little do you know, How I'm breakin' while you fall asleep.Little do you know, I'm still haunted by the memories….

The darkness of your bedroom held a heavy silence as you lay in your bed. Words you wished to say sat on the tip of your tongue while you stared at the ceiling. You hear your husband's calm steady breaths as he sleeps, his back facing you. How are you?… You wondered Did you eat? Is practice going well…the album? All questions you couldn't seem to find the bravery to ask. Your breathing grew heavier as he murmured something in his sleep. You wished that you could ask him, you wished he didn't leave before daybreak only to come back well after you should have been asleep. On those days you did manage to stay up and wait for his arrival, such as today, he'd ignore your presence and go straight to the shower and then bed. You couldn't help the wave of nausea and anxiety that washed over you as you turned to stare at your husband's back.

You reminisce, knowing that only 6 months ago, he'd have held you in his arms as he was lulled into his slumber. You couldn't remember what exactly prompted your husband to change, only that things began to feel different around the middle of his last tour. His calls came in less, video chats no longer happened, and he all but forgot about you for the last two weeks only messaging you his flight number and time of arrival to Incheon International. You had been ecstatic at your husband's return, finally being able to wrap your arms around him and hold him close once again. You remember the butterflies that fluttered around your stomach as you sat at baggage claim waiting for Minho almost giddy only for him to stare at you tiredly; not saying a single word he grabs his bag and continues on his way out of the airport. It took you a moment to realize what had happened, and your heart broke when you realized his eyes didn't even light up when he saw you as they once had. The drive back to your shared home was silent, and it had remained that way for two days. You had attempted to talk to him many times during those two days, only to be met with a small shrug or wave of his hand. He'd finally spoken to you on his third day home, informing you he had to go back to work the next day and he'd be leaving early. You could only nod in response, and denial that this was happening.

You had missed the times when he'd smile at you. Oh, how you prayed for your husband to speak to you the way he once had. Or acknowledge you at all, yet here you lay Besides a man who had made it clear he no longer was interested in the marriage and you. You place your hand over your mouth as tears slowly begin to stream down your cheeks. You wish you could find it in yourself to say something anything to Minho and question why he was doing this. Why did he just pull away? What happened?

Little do you know I'm tryin' to pick myself up piece by piece…

You contemplate your next steps when you awaken to an empty bed once again. What was this life? How could things be this bad?…. What should you do? You remain in bed for a while placing one hand over the other and resting it on your abdomen, you let out a disappointed sigh. You run your hand over your hair before pulling yourself out of the bed. You couldn't remember the last real conversation you had with Minho. You wished to hear the sound of his laugh, see the squint in his eyes. You miss waking up to butterfly kisses all over your face, you have begun to slowly cope with the truth of the situation. Minho no longer loved you….you kept denying that fact but you couldn't anymore. You couldn't continue to hold onto him, you needed to let go and learn to function without him.

It had taken you a few more days of not seeing your husband, as you've stopped making him dinner and waiting for him to come home, to finally prepare yourself to make this decision. It had taken two weeks to find a lawyer and begin the process and now here you sat, divorce papers signed and placed on the neatly made bed with your wedding ring lying right on top of it. You reminisced about the 10 years you had spent with Minho. There were wonderful memories as you pulled the items from their places; packing up the memories in a separate box from your things you placed it in the closet where your suitcase once sat on the shelf. You thanked God that Minno worked long hours, for once, you were happy that your husband rarely saw you.

The tears that had streamed down your face as you continued on your mission to pick up the pieces of your failure in your marriage. You knew no matter how hard this was you needed to go. You stared at the home you had shared, it was a bittersweet feeling. The past 10 years played like a movie in your mind, you saw your whole life with Minho. You hate that forever wasn't long but you knew you'd both be better for this. You smile sadly to no one “Goodbye Minho”

Little do you know I know you're hurt while I'm sound asleep Little do you know All my mistakes are slowly drownin' me 'Little do you know I'm tryin' to make it better piece by piece. Little do you know I….I love you 'til the sun dies

Minho felt off as he made his way home from practice, he could feel it in the pit of his stomach all day. He’d figured it was just the amount of time he'd been pouring himself into his work to be able to get time off. It was ironic how much could one pour into their work just to get a vacation. But Minho knew he needed one, he'd been on overdrive since the mistakes he made on tour. Hyperfocused on perfecting every new song Chan had brought before him, learning and engraining the choreography in the member's heads time and time again all so he could sit back and finally relax and enjoy time with his wife. He'd missed her so much and even being home with her didn't satisfy his need to be with her. He felt as if he needed to reward her for how much he'd probably put her through these past few months.

He knows he was distant and was acting abnormally but he couldn't help it. How could he let you see him fail? How could he let you see the part of him he keeps hidden away? It’s a ridiculous thought he knows that but he couldn’t help it. He needed to fix things at work first then his marriage. You would understand once he explained tonight. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have finished everything. It had taken a lot longer than he had planned but finally he could just relax with his wife for once. He knows how much she’s been hurting, he knows how much she probably missed him. He’d heard the silent cries from behind him, he’d bite his lip to hold back tears himself. The sound of your cries always broke his heart, he hopes that he can finally make you laugh again.

Getting back to his house he could immediately tell something was off. Just the whole vibe of your shared home was different, he shook his head blaming it on simple paranoia as he made his way inside. Being greeted with nothing but darkness was nothing new to him these days. He could tell when you had stopped waiting up for him you were slowly becoming frustrated with his behavior, but nothing could prepare him for the way his heart dropped when he walked into the bedroom and your sleeping figure was not there. He dropped his dance bag almost stumbling backward as he rushed out of the room toward the living room hoping to find you sleeping there. “H-Honey….” He called his voice panicked and hesitant as he made his way around the apartment checking the guest bedroom. The weight of the situation finally crash landing on him as he made his way back to the room you shared. Turning on the light he saw the large envelope, your wedding ring sitting on-top of it, lying on the bed.

His breathing quickly picked up as his hands shook at his sides. He knew what was in there, though he wanted to deny it, he knew as he pulled the documents they would read ‘Dissolution of Marriage Agreement’. It didn’t hurt any less once he saw them, the salt on the wound was seeing your signature at the bottom. This wasn’t a threat….You were leaving him.

Feeling the air completely leave his lungs Minho gasped, he struggled to catch his breath as his eyes began to water. This couldn’t be happening…Not like this…Not right now. He pleaded to no one, he held your ring in his palm closing his fist around it. He closed his eyes as he imagined the smile on your lips when he had placed it on your finger 2 years ago. You looked ethereal, he could remember every detail of you from that day. The memory brought more pain to his chest. Where did he go from here? What should be done? How can he get you back? Would—No, Do you want to come back? He stared at the documents, reading through each stipulation, his blood boiled as you requested nothing. Not the house, not any money, not even the cats. You wished for you both to just disappear from each other's lives, and it broke his heart.

The more he stared at the document; the more it felt as if it was laughing at him. Laughing at his stupidity, of course, you would leave… what person would stay when their significant other began to act the way he did? He couldn't count how many times he read the forms, nausea growing stronger and stronger as he stared at your signature. How could this happen? Why didn't you talk to him? He knows..he knows it felt almost impossible to talk to him about anything. He knows he was practically a ticking time bomb at this time and that's why you wouldn't question his behavior. He scoffed to himself, his jaw clenched in frustration. He tore up the documents, resigning to not make this process easy for you. Hold you to him and somehow figure out how to fix this.

His hands are shaking as he grabs his phone from his bag. He rests on the floor on his knees as he's confronted with his wallpaper; Your bright smile shining at him. You looked ethereal, his vision growing blurry as the tears overwhelmed him. He prayed as he called you that you would answer. He hoped you would listen and let him explain. He wished you'd know he'd do anything to fix this, his heart was absolutely shattered and scattered on the floor along with the stray pieces of the divorce papers. He felt his throat closing as he is greeted by the sound of your voicemail.

“Fuck….” he sobs as he drifts off to a restless sleep on the floor.

I'll wait (I'll wait), I'll wait (I'll wait) I love you like you've never felt the pain I'll wait (I'll wait) I promise you don't have to be afraid I'll wait Love is here, and here to stay So lay your head on me

You had spent two weeks avoiding Minho's calls and visits. He'd found you so fast knowing you'd go stay with your older sister if anything happened. As much as you still loved Minho you felt things were going to be for the better as you made your resolve to be with someone who truly loved you and wouldn't neglect you. Someone who wouldn't be able to go months on end with mundane conversations, and a lack of any romantic provocation. You felt as if you were only roommates with your husband for the better part of a month. You were ignored for 6 months while he toured the world. You were left behind and forgotten about by your husband. You had been lucky for those two weeks, unlike today.

Coming home and seeing your soon-to-be ex-husband seated on your sister's couch and her and her boyfriend nowhere to be found, made your blood boil. You scoffed as you turned to walk out of the door once again. “W-wait honey!” Minho called; the crack in his voice made you halt your movements.

“Lee Minho, what could you possibly want right now?” you growl before turning to face him. You were shocked by his appearance; he was thinner in his face, and his eyes held bags under them. His hair was messy and he wore just sweatpants and a T-shirt. He sighs as you eye him, your eyes meet for a moment before he looks away from you. His eyes glue themselves to the floor as he tries to catch his breath. “You…I want you to come home,” he states hesitantly “I didn't mean to—You didn't mean to?” you cut him off, he places his hand up to stop you from interrupting him. “I didn't mean to neglect you and ignore you for months on end…I fucked up the choreography a lot on tour and let it get to my head and I didn't want you to know how much I was failing…how I was falling…I didn't want you to not see me as the amazing guy you've always seen me as” his tone is somber, his shoulders are slumped and you could feel defeat radiating off him.

“I made a lot of mistakes but please…I love you, I want to be with you and I'm so sorry I'm so fucking sorry.” He meets your eyes as you stand there with your arms crossed over your chest. “Minho, I don't think I can be with you anymore…” you murmur. He looks at you in horror as he drops to his knees bringing himself in front of you and taking your hands in his. “Please I love you I'll do anything, I'm sorry please let me fix this I'm sorry” he cries. You shake your head sadly at him “I just—I can't trust you. I can't put my faith in you anymore, you couldn't trust me with your problems Minho after 10 years. You couldn't find it in yourself to rely on me, your wife. It would take way too much time and effort that you don't have to fix this… I need time I need space right now”

“I can give you everything! I can dedicate myself to fixing this—us. You're right for being scared to give me another chance. You can take as much time as you need if you want but I just want a chance to fix this. We can just hold off on the divorce… can't we? I don't want to get divorced I don't want to lose you. I'll wait…I'll wait for you. I can be here for you, I'll support you in whatever you want to do. I love you, I'll always love you. Please even if it's just to yell at me and tell me how much of an asshole I am, I'll be there for you so please…” his words are cut off by him burying his face in your abdomen; his body trembling harshly as he cried. You felt your tears welling up in your eyes. You stare at the ceiling for a moment, knowing your resolve is already completely shattered you rub his head softly. You soothe him trying to calm his breathing. “Shh…W-we can figure things out p-please calm down” you coo knowing he'd give himself a panic attack if he couldn't calm down. He stares up at you with those guilt-filled eyes. You felt pathetic, almost stupid as you pressed your lips to his forehead. Doubting your own actions, while Minho felt his trembling, aching heart settle.

Cause little do you know he'll love you 'til the sun dies

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twopoppies · 5 months

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Funny how after a fan saw TR at the airport all alone we stopped getting “ totally random “ Harry sightings in Japan . Its almost like he knows how not to get recognized

#harry in Japan #stunts #hussell #Tokyo

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝑹 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔

𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 1: 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖'𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 :

This is the first ep of my new series, KEEPING UP WITH THE TR BOYS. Did I make it in an impulse again ? Yes.

Basically no episode would be attached to the other, they're like single separated stories, and the reader would probably be dating someone else in the next ep.

Have fun reading this, I wrote this to run away from my studies and have a little fun too !

Some days ago :

-" Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts, the plane is about to take off."

-" No, you don't get it. I need to get in- Oh fuck it "

-" Shit, my nose ! security!"

Most of the passengers frowned, watching the guy with blond and blue locks erupting in the plane, purple eyes traveling from one passenger to another until they found you.

Your words got caught in your throat as he shout your name, you glanced slightly at your father who already was rolling his eyes, and stood up.

-" Rin' ? What are you doing here?"

-" Look, I know... Oh shit " he took a deep breath, tired of running everywhere in the airport before passing a hand through his hair. " I know I said I'd be okay if you left for that university, but... I don't think I'm actually okay. "

You frowned and made a step toward him.

-" Rin, the plane is about-"

-" I don't care about the fucking plane ? Nor about the security I've just hit. I'm here cause... "

- " cause ? " You insisted, nearly twenty years of friendship and he still kept the words for himself in the worst moment. He bit his lower lip and said, fuck it.

-" Cause I only care about you. Remember that day I said you could date that highschool guy ? Well it was me who sent him to the hospital after he tried to kiss you-"

-" What the-"

-" Yeah I know that's fucked up that I always need to be at a hairsbreadth of losing you to actually get it. I know, I'm not the smartest of 'em, and I know your father hates me. But y'know ? I passed by that jeweler, and I said I wanted the best fucking ring for the best fucking girl, and he said I was probably in... love... ? And you know the worst ?" A scoff left his mouth, while your jaw nearly dropped seeing his hand reaching for a small box in his pocket.

-" The worst is, I'm scared he's probably right. "

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Some days after :

-" I don't like this suit. " Rindou grumbled, adjusting the collar of his suit for the nthe time. " Feels like I'm wearing a giant condom. "

-" Well, that would mean you're a giant dick. " Kokonoi standing next to him answered. " Which is true."

-" Have. I correct you. I have a giant-"

-" can we like, be a little civilized? We're in god's house please. "

Both men threw a side eyed look at Kakucho standing in the middle of the aisle.

-" Man. You literally got your wedding officiant license online. "

-" yeah. On the laptop Ran uses to watch porn, chill bro. "

They ignored whatever thing Kakucho started mumbling and glanced in front of them, watching the guests sitting on the benches.

The front row places were mainly occupied by Mikey and Haruchiyo, both throwing death glares at everyone getting a little too near the buffet. Next to them sat Wakasa and Benkei, scowl on their faces.

-" it's a blasphemy for him , to marry people."

They turned toward the voice that just roared from the second row. Taiju was sitting there, arms crossed and gritted teeth.

-" I bet it's his first time entering a church. "

-" Who invited him ?" Manjiro deadpanned while chewing on one of the pastries that was supposed to be served after the ceremony, Haruchiyo shrugged.

-" Guess he just heard the word church, and poof, he was there. "

- " Aw, jus' like Waka' with the word pussy. " Benkei scoffed, earning a smirk from Haruchiyo.

-" Shut the fuck up. "

-" Why's he so bitter?" Haru gestured to Wakasa who just scolded.

-" more than usual, you mean ? Well I believe that's because he's thirty seven, attending the wedding of a boy nearly half his age. "

-" I'm not jealous " Wakasa frowned and turned toward his friend.

Well maybe was it just a little bit humiliating, maybe did he felt like the single old uncle in there, maybe did he even wondered slightly why did he never thought about getting married.

-" You said that, I didn't ".

-" Whatever. " He rolled his eyes. " Tsk, this wedding sucks, the groom sucks, and the bride... " His co-workers watched a smirk getting drawn on his features. " Might wanna know if she sucks- "

-" She's nineteen. "

-" Shit, yeah, this wedding sucks. "

-" Besides " they all turned to Mikey, surprised he even talked. " I don't see a ring on your finger either, Benkei. "

The latter winced slightly, while a smirk crept up on Wakasa's lips.

-" yeah, we might be getting old. "

-" You're getting old" Wakasa, again. " I'm aging like fine wine. "

-" Oh yeah, so you're telling me this hairstyle isn't screaming midlife crisis ?"

-" Funny you're talking about hair when you have none. "

-" Where are the other guests anyway ?" Benkei rolled his eyes eyeing the almost empty church, his friend shrugged.

-" There's none ? Nobody likes him, pathetic."

-" No, you know what actually ?" Sanzu leaned in to whisper toward them, earning their attention. " I heard the bride's father's not really into Haitani, nor into delinquents. Her family might not be attending. "

Their expressions turned from bored to suddenly more interested, yes yes, even Wakasa's.

-" So you're telling me, she's cutting off her family for that boy " Benkei pointed at Rindou, shuffling with his necktie.

-" I swear this youth... Seriously, all of this for Haitani ?" Wakasa pointed, just before Taiju who was sitting right behind them stood up to change his seat.

-" I didn't signed up for a seat behind the desperate housewives. "

-" Who invited him again ?"

Just as Mikey asked again, Shion bursted running in front of them, hair slightly messy and shirt disheveled.

-" What the hell-"

-" Okay guys, so hello " he goofily smiled. " Um, just wanted to ask, like it's totally a random question. But , haven't you seen like, by any chance, a velvet red box randomly laying down somewhere ? Again, it's totally random-"

-" I'm begging to any god up there " Wakasa threw his head back desperately. " Or to any flying train to take my fucking sool "

-" don't tell me, you actually lost the wedding rings ?" Benkei's voice dropped, making the blond wince.

-" Okay, I won't tell you I actually lost the wedding rings... "

One, two, three seconds of looking at each other dead in the eyes were enough for them to understand.

-" Oh shit... "

-" This shit's getting more and more interesting, I like " Haru smirked and Manjiro nodded.

-" Yeah, we need more pastries. Go ".

Almost at the back of the room, stood the groom's brother throwing a disdainful look at Mitsuya who had just arrived.

-" I don't remember inviting you. " He crossed his arms and honestly regretted he didn't thought about bringing his baton.

-" I came to see my work on the lovely bride." Mitsuya replied, completely unimpressed while deciding of which seat to take, he smirked when he caught sight of Taiju and decided to head there before he was interrupted by Ran.

-" the lovely bride who's a Haitani now, careful, fucker. And besides, I thought you didn't want to make the dress ?"

Takashi rolled his eyes and bored them into his forever opponent. -" I didn't do it two weeks ago when you threatened me to kidnap my sisters, I did it for her, because she deserves a dress as pretty as her. At least, with the groom the poor girl got herself. "

Though he whispered the last part, Ran heard it perfectly and balled his fists, ready to fight but soon, the first notes of the music started playing in the background, and he was forced to join his brother quickly.

And with every inches of you his eyes roam, Rindou understood why kings fought wars, what poets spent their lives trying to word out. In that mind-blowing white dress, where each curve and each edge of you was a work of art, then his eyes met yours, halfway holding your brother's arm as he walked you down the aisle, and it was the first time he'd ever felt such a painful heat in his chest.

He found your eyes, and yes he found it. The beat that been missing on the songs he used to mix, the beat that been missing everytime his heart jumps... He found it in the shy smile you gave, the feelings he had for his best friend, that he's been burying for years. And like an angel, you walked to him, crept up inside the deepest corners of his heart like you owned the place.

Yes, Rindou Haitani, the delinquent, the Roppongi ruler, was left speechless.

-" She's a ten, better keep her before she figures out who's the prettiest brother is " Ran whispered in his ear, bringing him out of his trance-like state, Rindou rolled his eyes with a slight smirk on his face, then quickly focused back when your brother let you go to let you stand in front of him.

-" Hi you " his deep voice whispered under the dying music, and you could've got lost in the way his eyes were drinking on you. " Y'look like a damn dream ".

-" And I like this suit on you " you replied back, before Kakucho started his speech.

Being there, in front of Tokyo's biggest delinquents getting married to Haitani Rindou with just your brother and your bridesmaids as guests wasn't the way you exactly imagined your wedding day.

But, you would've never imagined Rindou would actually confess with a wedding ring, begging you to not leave the country for the university your father wanted you to attend.

It was not extravagant, nor a perfect fairytale with white doves and horses.

It was real, true, like the love both of you shared. Rindou loved you in shades of wrong, he loved you in hidden stares and thoughtful nights. Loved you in knuckles getting bloody for you, in songs being secretly written for you that only the fireplace would ever read.

It was young, just as all the guests. Just as the first time you met him.

It was fast, unlike the way Rindou confessed his love after years of being your " best friend ".

But isn't it where you find raw, real love ? At airports, at hospitals, cemeteries, and half empty churches ?

Through the whole speech of Kakucho, Rindou's eyes never left yours. A knot forming in his throat, why did his heart felt suddenly so full realizing you were there, all in white for him ? He acknowledged he didn't deserved this, or you. But in that small church, next to his forever ride or die, Ran, in front of his partners in crime, he was yearning to none but to hold you, like an oath, like a promise.

It was his turn to utter his vows now, he already knew he wouldn't be as good with words as you had been with your vows, making him feel like fucking you there in front of everyone. He took a deep breath and glanced at his brother quickly for some comfort before looking back at you.

-" I know I'm supposed to say I promise to honor you, and to obey you. But we both know I won't, you perfectly know I won't hesitate to fuck the insolence outta you whenever you start acting like a brat. "

- " Honestly I could've made it 'til the end of my life without this info" Wakasa interrupted before being shushed by Kakucho.

-" and I know I always say you got a stupid face, but that's the actual stupid face keepin' a fucker like me up at night, thinking about ways to make you smile again. "

Your heart missed a beat, watching your best friend struggling with his words, tugging at his hair, biting his lips, but his eyes on yours have never been this true...

-" I testify " Ran smirked as he leaned a little against you. " He's so pussy whipped that he's not even throwing parties anymore."

-" Would you stop interrupting?"

-" none of them would've dared if I was the wedding officiant. " Taiju, crossed arms grunt, and Sanzu quickly arched an eyebrow.

-" I'd like to see you stop us, bitch ?"

The Shiba stood up, angry eyes focused on the pink haired man but your quiet voice reached his ears, and with a crooked eyebrow you warned.

-" I swear to God if in the next second you're not sat down and stop ruining my wedding... "

And he was sat...

-" That was hot. " Wakasa whispered to Benkei.

-" She's still nineteen though. "

-" But she's kinda hot though " Mikey repeated, everlasting bored look on his face, before Rindou glared at them and resumed.

-" Anyway. I'm prolly still a teenage dirtbag, making my life outta gangs. And you're... Fucking gorgeous, and so much smarter, and I know I don't deserve you. But... I also know I'm too damn selfish to let go of the only bitch who's got me talking about love in front of the shittiest Tokyo's men".

A bunch of " woo " could be heard from the small crowd, but all your attention, and heartbeats were stolen by the sincere words of your soon to be husband.

-" Baby. lemme shout on every rooftop that you're a Haitani. Give me your hot nights, lazy mornings and busy afternoons to show you how fucking proud I am to call you mine."

Yes, it was messy, and most definitely the less poetic vows ever uttered. But Rindou Haitani loved in shades of wrong, he loved in rock beats not in proses, loved in curses and desperate love confessions.

And you wouldn't change a thing.

Nothing could've stopped you from throwing yourself in his arms, eyes tingling with tears. Not even Taiju who stood up and started shouting.

-" You are not married yet. Don't touch her, it's sin ! God sees everything!"

-" Who invited him again?"

-" I'm back ! Holy fuck " That was Shion, bursting in the room again, even more messed up and nearly tripping on the rug on his way to Ran. "And I got the rings ! Guess what, Benkei bitch ? " He turned slightly toward Arashi. " I didn't lost them. You are the one who lost. Yeah, lost your mind, old man. "

-" Why is the box wet ?" Ran raised an eyebrow, taking it from his hands and Shion rolled his eyes.

-" why's this, why's that, life is not always about knowing , you know that Haitani ?"

Ran stared blankly at him for what seemed like seconds, before he shook his head and dismissed him, handing the small velvet box to his brother.

-" Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace. "

Silence took over the whole room, Kakucho's lips curled in a smile, ready to announce both of you married.

But the door flew open and the loud thud startled all of you to look toward the man bursting in.

-" It's me !"

-" Oh shit... "

-" See ? I told you this wedding's gonna be fun ".

-" Hold the rings a sec, bro. Gonna rip his fucking throat " Rindou began rolling up his sleeves, ready to beat Hanma to death before the latter tilted his head to the side curiously.

-" why's everyone looking at me ? Got something on my face ?"

-" Other than your usual ugliness, you mean ? Oh nothing more than objecting at the fucking wedding !" Mitsuya talked for the first time, rolling his eyes.

Shuji seemed to process the words in his head for some seconds, before he suddenly burst out in an uncontrollable laughter that got everyone even more mad.

-" Don't fucking hold me ! Lemme get him !" Rindou struggled in Kakucho's arms, before Hanma finally stopped, or not, laughing and grinned at him.

-" Man, I don't plan on stealing ya girl " his eyes drifted toward you before his grin fell, and he seemed to think for some seconds. " Or maybe I am ? Yeah, someday... But that's a problem for another day. I just attended the wrong party, dude. "

As confusion rose between the small crowd at how he could have possibly attended the wrong party , he found himself a seat next to his co-workers and Manjiro raised an eyebrow at him seeing what he got in his hands.

-" From where did you got the cake ?"

Hanma grinned before answering.

-" Oh, this ? I actually attended a birthday party, believe it or not the kids there gave me all their cakes. And they, strangely called me... Slenderman? Yeah kids are nice ".

- " the most surprising thing is that you, Hanma Shuji, were actually able to cross the church's threshold. "

-" Dude that's not funny. Besides, yeah I was surprised too? "

-" So ! What I was saying before getting interrupted - for the millionth time- was that..."

Kakucho smirked slightly, uttering your name and making your heart beat faster.

-" ... And Rindou Haitani, I now announce you... Husband and wife, you may-"

-" fucking finally " Rindou grunt, pulling you by the wrist and in a split second, you're caught in the whirlwind of Rindou Haitani's lips moving against yours, cheers and dirty words of his friends getting muffled by his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

-" Okay, enough guys... Keep some for tonight, we don't have to see it all... "

-" Well I wouldn't mind... "

-" So Ran " Mochi's hand teasingly wrapped around Ran's shoulder. " How's it feels knowing your brother will turn to a man tonight ?"

-" I'd be a fool to think my brother is a virgin " he rolled his eyes, his words catching a certain Taiju's attention. " Walls are pretty thin where we live and the bride's kinda vocal".

-" Lord, have mercy on this corrupted youth... "

And as everyone started gathering around the buffet, yes, yes Mikey was in the front raw, Koko who was proudly holding his perfectly wrapped up present frowned, searching in the room for something.

-" Ran, where's Rin? Where's the bride... ?"

Somewhere, in the darkest, holiest corner of a church, between the sacred walls a worshipper was on his knees for his goddess, drawing angelic sounds from her mouth whilst his hands caressed every inch of that body he adored so.

-" Moan my name, love. That's my wife " his tongue rolled against your throbbing clit, making you abruptly shut your mouth with your hand. " Bet you've never been fucked in a church... Aw how could I forgot ? No one's even been inside this lil pretty pussy but me... "

-" What... Fuck " a breathed chuckle left your mouth. " What would that Taiju even think if he saw this ?"

-" shit " he laughed too, deep sound echoing through the small room and making your heart race faster. " What a dirty girl I've got myself... Want me to send him a pic of me fucking my best girl dumb on my cock ? Yeah ? Have him droolin' about what he'll never have ?"

And they lived happily ever after...

Tales of Lina 🖤

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chweck-in · 2 years

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221124 TR || GMP 🛫 JPN

#vernon #chwe hansol #seventeen #svt #airport #previews #be the sun tour #era: dream #221124 #cr: tr

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doyou000me · 8 months

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Part I: The unacknowledged relationship

On Jaehee and Young’s (the narrator’s) relationship. Before I get into it: I do not think there is one clear message or reading to be taken from part I. Even while writing this, I thought of several possible takes and different concepts and ideas that could all be their own analysis. This is simply what stuck with me the most, and what thoughts I chose to share.

“There’s something to be said about realizing how precious something is once you’ve lost it.”

So I read part I, and then I went to sleep, and then I woke up very much convinced of one thing: Jaehee and Young (our narrator) were in a relationship.

[Spoilers below the break]

Not in a traditional straight(passing) relationship, which is a man and a woman getting married, moving in together, having sex and making babies.

Nor in a normative queer relationship, which consists of two people who find each other romantically and sexually attractive, who have sex and live together in a monogamous relationship.

I am obviously generalising to the extreme to make it easier to compare. The main point is that sex and romance are typically assumed to be a part of any “valid” relationship, be it straight or not. If sex and romance (and, traditionally, babies) are not part of the relationship, something is usually assumed to be wrong. (This is bad, by the way, but that would be a whole analysis of its own)

Jaehee and Young are not in a traditional or normative relationship. The way I read them, they are in a Queer Platonic Relationship (QPR), where they are physically and emotionally intimate. Apart from sex and romance, they share everything. They live together, pay rent together, cook and eat together. They divide and take care of the chores together. They look out for one another, share their lives with one another, know every little secret about each other. It’s in everything, like the blueberries and cigarettes in the freezer. It’s in the way they always support each other, be it the stalker, the abortion or K3 screaming in the street. It’s in the way they seek approval from the other when it comes to sexual partners - and the way they constantly judge those sexual partners as lacking, as no good for anything but sex.

And why would they be? Sex is almost the only thing Jaehee and Young don’t share, so why would they need these other men in their lives to provide more? Even when several men express their interest in dating and having a relationship beyond sex, Young seems largely disinterested. All other needs - security, trust, support, to name a few - are already provided for in his relationship with Jaehee.

Even the narration of certain scenes describes them as a couple and could be directly used for a romantic couple at times; take, for example, Jaehee returning from Australia. Young is there to pick her up at the airport. She drops her bag and rushes over to throw her arms around him and he says “we were finally back together”. Towards the end, when Jaehee gets married, the narrator says “Jaehee, you’re really leaving me behind.” I also find it interesting that Young and the husband-to-be are described as loving Jaehee for the same reason: her ability to make them laugh.

So, Jaehee and Young are in a relationship, a QPR, and they break up when Jaehee gets married. Not, I’d like to note, when Jaehee starts dating her husband-to-be. At that point, her relationship with him is based on sex, which is separate from their QPR. See it, if you will, as an open relationship. Jaehee’s relationship with the husband only becomes an issue when it directly affects her relationship with Young, such as when they have to lie about “Jieun”, when Jaehee outs Young and when she, in the end, leaves him for married life.

In my eyes, the only thing keeping their relationship from being an unquestionable QPR is the fact that they don’t name it as such.

Why, then, is their relationship not named as a relationship? Because it doesn’t tick the boxes of traditional, normative relationships: romance and sex. Without it, society at large doesn't seem to consider a relationship “valid”, and Jaehee and Young, being part of that society, subconsciously seem to share that view. They simply do not seem to realise that what they have is a relationship.

For the most part, this does not seem to bother them. Though their lives are not very healthy or stable, their relationship is a happy one. They only seem to reflect on the “strangeness” of it when confronted with the views of the people around them; such as the fiance being upset that Jaehee is living with a man and dropping the comment “That’s not the same thing! He’s a man, a man is living with a woman” later followed by “You do know that this situation [of Jaehee living with a man] would be unacceptable to anyone else.” These comments are deeply rooted in the assumption that man+woman = sex = babies.

What puts an end to their relationship is, in the end, Jaehee’s choice to conform to the norm. She choses a socially acceptable marriage over her relationship with Young. For all that she has seemed flippant about norms and expectations before, she is the one preparing and planning this wedding that her husband-to-be proposed - because she is the woman, and such is tradition. All the while, the one who stands beside her throughout the wedding preparations as her equal and supportive partner - is Young.

We’re not clearly told why Jaehee choses to get married - she simply says that she wants to try it out, but I can’t help but suspect that there is pressure (perhaps from family) that pushes her into the choice. What is interesting here is that she has that choice, while Young does not. Being a gay man in Korea, he does not have the option of marriage. Many rituals typically connected to the validation of a relationship are denied him. And so he gets left behind.

Maybe I’m reading too much into things. Maybe I’m reading this through the very coloured lens of not wanting a traditional, normative relationship for myself. I loved reading about Jaehee and Young being happy together. I find it so very refreshing to read about their QPR, even if they don’t actively acknowledge it as such, even if it comes to an end. Because QRPs are relationships. They are beautiful, fulfilling, loving relationships full of support and care. They are found families and life partners and people choosing each other because they want one another in their lives.

And it’s so, so very unfortunate that they are seldom viewed as holding the same importance as relationships that include sex and romance.

I feel as if we lost Jaehee to the expectations of society, as if she was pushed to conform.

In the future, I hope we get more representation for QPRs, more exposure, more acceptance and validation. That way, more people might realise that the relationships they already have or wish to have are valid, are more than enough, and that they can stop looking for something else simply because it is expected of them.

“That’s when I realized that my time with Jaehee, which I thought would last forever, was over.”

It’s been almost 10 years since I studied English at university and wrote literary analysis. I hope my ramblings make any sense - if not, be kind <3

Also, shit, this was not meant to be this long. TLDR: they’re in a QPR and Jaehee leaves him because of outside expectations, which sucks. Give me more QPR representation, dammit.

#litbc book club

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