#yuki's best friend conversation

[musicjegtanc]

Yuki: i think i go.

chapter 1

huri: i think you probably ask teacher.

Yuki: but what about Zero? He must know that i love him.

Shuri: still, you shouldn't go. I like Zero.

Yuki: okey, but then go yourself.

Shuri: i go, bye.

[hoshigray]

hmmmm, chosuki both "marking their territory" after one of reader's friends gets a little too touchy?

Love your work <3333333

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: when i tell you i was grinning once i saw this in my inbox, lol, finally chosuki yessss!! ty for loving my stuff ☆

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Choso + Yuki x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - threesome - oral (m! + f! receiving) - fingering (f! receiving) - anal (f! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - cowgirl 69 + missionary positions - breast fondling + nipple play + sucking - biting/marking - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - pet names (baby, cutie, honey, sweetie, sweet pea) - mild possessive behavior.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

“Damn, Y/n, you’re so lucky to have such eye-catchers fawning over you!”

“Pfffthaha, oh, stop it! You’re drunk; stop swinging around!”

There’s one thing in this world that both Yuki and Choso don’t play about — you.

You are the sweetest and most prized treasure they cherish with their very hands. Being in a poly relationship tends to be a hard thing to manage for Yuki and Choso. The two lovers were never in luck to find the right person who didn’t match their vibe or wanted to change the dynamic they were going for. But with every dark tunnel, there’s a light on the other side. And thanks to the blonde and dark brunette’s stars, you were their saving grace.

God, they adored you very much — the best partner they could ever have. The way you’d wake up to them and give them a kiss with a soft ‘good morning,’ how you make lunch for Choso before he goes on his way to work, or texting sweet messages to Yuki to check how she’s doing or telling her about this new place that opened around the area for all three of you to explore. Blind by your smile and caring charm, Yuki and Choso live in eternal bliss and happiness, knowing you have blessed them with your presence to return home to.

Their love for you is mutual and genuine, authentic in that they wish to spend their days — no, their entire lives! — being with you. They see you as their muse, as theirs. So, it’s predictable that they’d be secretly jealous when they’d have to share their piece of heaven with others.

Especially now when all three of you had been dragged by some of your old college buddies for a night out at the pub. Figuring this would be a perfect opportunity to introduce your friends to your lovers, Yuki and Choso were invited over to enjoy the merits of this occasion. What the two partners hadn’t expected was how close you all were — albeit a little too close for their liking. 

You all sat at one big round booth table, Yuki and Choso being separated from you as your friends wanted to have you by them for just the night. Again, it made the two lovers feel uneasy. Even when a girl friend grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers with hers enthusiastically, the blonde can’t fight the twitch of her ruby eyes. The friend goes on to say, “Nah, are you kidding? I think those two are the ones who are lucky to have Y/n! They’re such an angel; anyone would feel like they’ve won a million dollars if they got with someone like them.”

Then, a guy who was visibly buzzed joined the praise fest. “You’re so right! I’d do backflips every day if I scored someone so gracious and sweet as Y/n,” the drunk man brings a hand on your shoulder and nestles his cheek to your shoulder. Choso attempts to keep a neutral expression, but caramel eyes carry a tiny hostile aura. “I’d make sure to love on them every single day, kiss their feet when they walk, wash their hair when they ask—“

“Okay, lover boy,” you stop him before your drunken friend digs his foolish grave even further, and it’s hard to hide your giggles. “I think that’s enough Crowne and tequila for one night.”

You and your friends laugh and continue to strike up a conversation to catch up on material. However, you’re so engrossed in the others’ talk that you can’t sense the tension that’s brewing from the other side where your lovers sit. The two survey the scene with silent eyes, with Choso hitting his leg to stop the bounce of his knee and Yuki tapping her fingernails on the table surface.

All they could do was watch you, their treasured partner, share your attention with those who cherish you. Although, internally, they wanted you all to themselves. Yes, it was selfish; however, you can’t blame your lovers for being a little protective of you. Specifically when it seems your friends don’t appear to respect your boundaries when in their company.

So for that, it’s no surprise they instantly pull you into the bedroom once you three return home. Hungry kisses are exchanged between three pairs of lips, lustful hands stripping you of your clothes and throwing you onto the bed, where they meet in seconds to feast upon you.

“Hahhh, fuck…Hmmm, yeah, lick right there, honey.”

“Mmmm…Mmahh!! Choso, your tongue—Ohh! Feels so good…”

The brunette man is lying down on his back with you straddling above him, his face and mouth buried into our folds, licking around your labia and sucking your essence that seeps out from the pleasurable motions. His hands knead the flesh of your inner thighs as you hum along to the touch. Simultaneously, you use your tongue and mouth to give pleasure to Yuki’s slit, the blonde releasing shaky moans as she rides on Choso’s length with her ass.

The tall woman peers down to watch you orally please her. She strokes your head with a pleasant hand and sends praises. “There you go, cutie,” she bites her lip. “Lick it real good.”

Her commands egg you on to keep going, using the motion of her hips to your advantage to predict how far in you can keep lapping her chasm. Your hands crawl to her waist to massage, using the leverage to keep your lips on her at all times. And to your effort, she is sighing happily at the gratification you give her. It has her rock her hips ever harder, taking in Choso’s long shaft with hunger.

The man below you grunts at the motion, stuffing his face more into your cunt to suck harshly. And you can’t help but jolt, muffled squeals vibrating to Yuki’s core — and she relishes the feeling.

“Look at you, baby,” Choso slowly licks your chasm, sending shivers up to your shoulders. “You’re all wet and ready for us, huh? So good for us,” He kisses your clit and places lazy licks, and you fight to lose your balance.

“Hmmm, yeah, so good for us…Although—mmahh,” Yuki throws her head back at Choso’s dick scraping her insides at the right places. “Can’t say you were good when we were…Hohhh..at the pub.” You bat your eyes towards her in confusion, yet your tongue and lips remain busy. “Letting those people touch you in front of us; what were you thinking?”

You remove your mouth from Yuki to explain, her slick connected to your bottom lip. But before you could utter a word, your body jerked to the sharp instance of pain on your inner thigh. Choso had bit you, licking the place his teeth sank in before throwing in another nibble. You shriek, turning to plead to the man to be easy; however, the woman grabs your head and brings it back to where it’s supposed to be. “Don’t forget about me, sweet pea,” she chuckles at your feverish laps on her wet folds. “Give me my attention…”

She moans to your work, satisfying her with the flick of your tongue on her delicate clit. She rocks her hips even faster, prompting Choso to groan and buck his pelvis to her puckered hole, and his mouth remains glued to your chasm. He then sneaks a finger to toy around your asshole, and a sharp gasp erupts from your figure when he inserts the digit inside. 

“—Khhaaa, oooohmy fuckin’—Gaaahh!” Flicks to your clitoris tag along with the push of his finger inside your ass, playing with the texture by scraping the walls. And when his tongue goes inside your vagina, you clamp onto him with vigor. Fuck, I’m so close…! “Yukiiii, pleaseee, can I cumm?”

“Aww, why should I let you,” her sweet tone distracted you from the sneaking bit of the man’s teeth on your thigh once more. “Do you deserve to cum? After letting other people touch you like you forgot you had your lovers present?” 

“Hahhhnn, I’m sorry; I—shit… didn’t mean to upset you both…Ooof!” Choso switches his finger with his thumb, pushing it to and fro inside your tight entrance. Your eyes screw shut, “Please forgive me, you two are the only ones I love…”

“You swear on that, honey?” A glint shines in her magenta orbs. 

You nod hurriedly before placing kisses on Yuki’s thighs and trailing them back to her vagina, “Yessss, I love you both so much, no one knows how to love me as you do…” Your hips sway involuntarily — not a problem for Choso, who sticks to you no matter what. “Mmmm, only you two know my mind and body, and I wouldn’t want it any other way…”

Blonde brows eyebrows screw together; fuck, you knew what to say to make Yuki fall for you all over again. Her cunt clenching on nothing but the love your words carry. Jesus, you were too much. Without a word, she gently withdraws your body from her body so she can lift her body off of Choso. She then flips you over; now you’re the one lying on your back, with the tall woman stationed behind to snake her hands to your breasts.

Choso’s pigtails have long been drawn down for his hair to fall to his nape, and strands of his walnut-colored hair stick to his forehead. Maneuvering to his knees, he examines your anticipated expression, shaky wails coming out your puffy lips as Yuki places soft kisses on your neck. She also places bites wherever her mouth can reach, her hands busy cupping your mounds, groping the mounds, and tweezing your nipples. With how hard she was sucking your skin, you’re sure there’d be hickeys when you wake up in the morning. The man strokes his dick at the sight before him, inching closer to be between your legs.

“Choso…” The way you said his name made him feel warm; the mark across his nose exuded streaks of his blood that threatened to fall. His ears and shoulders get pinker, and your breath hitches when he slaps the tip onto your saliva-coated slit. 

“Who do you belong to, Y/n?” He says it low to your ear, and you chew on your lip when he licks your lobe. His mouth travels down, leaving harsh sucks on your neck and clavicle along with Yuki. Two mouths on your body have you whimpering like a fool, so sensitive to their touch that you could wither away. “Hmm? Who loves you most, sweetie?” He comes down to your chest that’s occupied by Yuki’s worshipping hands, popping a nipple into his mouth to suck with care.

“Hahhh, you, Choso, my darling…” you sigh into the sense of his mouth licking diligently around your bud. Your face turns in Yuki’s direction, smiling at the golden-haired woman before claiming her lips. “And Yuki, my love…”

The two of you kiss slowly yet maintain the same passion you have for each other, noses brushing against each other and tongues swirling before smacking lips together. The brunette lifts his head from your chest, straightening his posture to insert his cockhead inside your vagina. You mewl into Yuki at the insertion, and it doesn’t stop as the woman slithers a hand to your clit to swipe. You break the kiss in a huff, making the blonde snicker. 

“Mmmph…Jesus Christ,” Choso trembles at the warm snug of your cunt as it accepts his length, pushing in for every inch of him to be swallowed in. When his base meets your southern lips, you hiss at how full you feel from his size. “You know how much we love you, right, baby?”

You nod to him, Yuki placing another hickey-worth kiss on your shoulder. “Your love makes me full, honey…Ohooo…!”

“And don’t forget that…” Choso snaps his hips, drilling his long dick into you and making precise hits to the walls of your chasm. You squeak beneath him, the tip of his cock poking your sweet spots with ease, and you’re gripping the sheets to keep you steady along with Yuki’s hold on you.

The blonde woman flickers her ruby eyes to Choso and beams, “You know you’re hot as hell when you’re all possessive, right?”

“Shut up,” he shushes her with a kiss, humming to her lips that reciprocate his feelings as lovers. The only noise that fills the room is your whines and wails from the hands fondling your body and the shaft plunging so far inside you that you can’t contain the ecstatic screams originating from your inner being. Good God, this felt so fucking good; being wanted and loved by these two is a sensation incomparable to anything. You want to drown in it, be immersed within it, have your senses be robbed of their very being until you fall deep into sleep in their embrace. This feels so worth it, so satisfying…

…Until you look at yourself in the mirror and find so many fucking hickeys all over your body, all the way from your neck to the grave of your thighs. This was not a sight to see after waking up, especially on the morning your friends from last night invited you over for brunch. 

Needless to say, you pulled your lovers aside and gave them an earful. The two nodded to your words, saying “Sorry…” throughout your rant as you tried to find an adequate outfit to conceal their markings, feeling a little bad that they got carried away with you last night.

All is good, in any case. Because now they know that you are theirs both in mind and body.

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.

[23victoria]

motive

pairings: 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

word count: 𝟦𝗄

warnings: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 (𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍), 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗂-𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒/𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 (𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗇)

authors note: 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾!! 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖽, 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍,

𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌?! CLICK HERE

1k celebration f1 masterlist

The nightclub in Monaco was buzzing with energy. The pulsing music, vibrant lights, and the aroma of expensive perfumes created an atmosphere of glamour and excitement. It was the perfect setting for a night out with friends.

Lando, Charles, Carlos, Yuki, and Oscar were in high spirits, celebrating a rare weekend off from their hectic racing schedules. The club was packed with people, all eager to catch a glimpse of their favorite drivers. Lando, in particular, was drawing a lot of attention. His reputation as a playboy was well-known, and he had just finished making out with a stunning brunette on the dance floor.

As Lando returned to the VIP area, his friends greeted him with knowing smirks. "Playboy Lando strikes again," Charles teased, raising his glass in a mock toast.

"Never change, mate," Carlos added with a laugh. "I think you've made more conquests off the track than on it."

Yuki grinned mischievously. "Maybe they should start giving out trophies for that."

Lando rolled his eyes but couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, come on, guys. I'm just having fun."

Oscar, who had been scrolling through his phone, looked up with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, Playboy Lando, your fun might be interrupted. Lily and her friends are on their way."

Lando's playful demeanor faltered for a moment. "Lily? As in Lily, your girlfriend?"

Oscar nodded. "Yep, and she's bringing her best friend Y/N."

At the mention of Y/N, Lando's curiosity was piqued. He had heard Oscar talk about her before, but he had never met her. As the group settled back into their seats, Lando's mind wandered, wondering what she was like.

It wasn't long before Lily and her friends arrived. As they approached the VIP section, Lando's eyes were immediately drawn to Y/N. She was stunning, with a natural beauty that stood out even in the dimly lit club. Her confidence and grace were evident in the way she carried herself, and Lando felt an unexpected flutter in his chest.

He watched as Oscar greeted Lily with a kiss and then turned to introduce Y/N to the group. "Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are the boys."

Y/N smiled politely and exchanged greetings with everyone. When she finally turned to Lando, he felt like the air had been knocked out of him. He extended his hand, trying to hide his nervousness. "Hi, I'm Lando."

She shook his hand briefly, her expression neutral. "Nice to meet you, Lando."

Lando was taken aback by her lack of enthusiasm. He was used to girls fawning over him, but Y/N seemed completely uninterested. Determined to make a good impression, he flashed his most charming smile. "So, Y/N, what do you do?"

"I'm studying to be a nurse practitioner, and I also have my own makeup brand called Ethereal Beauty," she replied, her tone professional.

Lando raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. "Wow, that's incredible. You must be really busy."

Y/N nodded. "I am. But I love what I do."

Their conversation was cut short as the music picked up, and Y/N excused herself to join Lily on the dance floor. Lando watched her go, feeling a strange sense of longing. He turned to Oscar, who was now by his side. "Hey, Oscar, tell me more about Y/N."

Oscar chuckled. "Y/N, seriously bro, you can’t stick to any of the other girls in the cluIb. 

Lando rolled his eyes, “Just tell me about her.”

“She's been Lily's best friend since college. Shes a sweet and funny girl. She's very smart, driven, and not easily impressed. I also consider her one of my closest friends, so please don’t do anything stupid."

Lando frowned. "Not easily impressed? What do you mean?"

Oscar shrugged. "She's not the type to fall for charm and good looks. She's had guys chase after her before, but she's focused on her career and her goals. You’ll have a tough time getting her attention."

Lando's determination only grew. "We'll see about that."

.•☆.°.•.*₊ ♪ ♫ .• ☆.°.• .

Over the next few days, Lando couldn't stop thinking about Y/N. He decided to make his move and invited her to a casual lunch, hoping to get to know her better. To his delight, she agreed, though her demeanor remained cool and composed.

As Lando arrived at the charming café overlooking the harbor, he felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He was determined to make a good impression. But as he walked in, he was taken aback to see not just Y/N, but also Oscar and Lily already seated at the table.

"Hey, Lando," Oscar greeted him with a wide grin, barely containing his amusement. "Surprise!"

Lando forced a smile, trying to hide his disappointment. "Hi, Oscar. Lily. Didn't expect to see you here."

Y/N looked at Lando with a calm expression. "I thought it would be nice to have some company."

Oscar gave Lando a look that clearly said, "I told you so," and couldn't resist chuckling. "Yeah, mate. We thought we'd join in the fun."

Determined not to let this setback ruin his chance, Lando took a seat and focused on Y/N. "So, Y/N, how's Ethereal Beauty going? I heard you launched a new product recently."

Y/N smiled politely. "Yes, we just released a new line of organic skincare products. It's been a lot of work, but the response has been great."

Lando nodded, genuinely interested. "That's amazing. I'd love to hear more about it."

Y/N sipped her coffee before answering. "I've always been passionate about makeup and skincare. I started making my own products in college, and it just grew from there. Now, I have a medium, loyal customer base, that's growing."

Lando listened intently, genuinely interested. "That's amazing. It must be a lot of work balancing that with your studies."

"It is," Y/N admitted. "But I enjoy it."

Throughout the lunch, Lando tried his best to engage Y/N in conversation, asking her about her studies, her business, and her passions. Despite Oscar and Lily's presence, he remained focused, trying to show her that he was serious about getting to know her.

Oscar, meanwhile, enjoyed the spectacle, occasionally nudging Lily and whispering jokes about Lando's persistence. But Lando ignored him, determined to make the most of this opportunity.

As the lunch drew to a close, Lando turned to Y/N with a hopeful smile. "Maybe we could do this again sometime? Just the two of us?"

Y/N smiled politely but shook her head. "I appreciate the invitation, Lando, but I'm not looking for anything right now."

Lando's heart sank. "I understand. Thanks for coming out today."

As they parted ways, Lando couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. He had never met someone so immune to his charms, and it only made him want to try harder.

.•☆.°.•.*₊ ♪ ♫ .• ☆.°.• .

A few weeks later, Lando decided to take a different approach. He invited Y/N to one of his races, hoping to impress her with his skills on the track. To his surprise, she accepted the invitation.

On the day of the race, Lando was nervous but excited. He spotted Y/N in the paddock, looking effortlessly chic in a casual outfit. He approached her with a confident smile. "Hey, Y/N. Glad you could make it."

"Thanks for inviting me," she replied, her tone still reserved.

As they walked through the paddock, Lando introduced her to his team and showed her around. He hoped that seeing him in his element would spark some interest. During the race, he drove with extra determination, pushing himself to the limit.

After the race, Lando found Y/N waiting for him. "So, what did you think?" he asked, wiping sweat from his brow.

Y/N gave a small, appreciative smile. "It was really impressive, Lando. Congrats on second place."

Lando’s face lit up with genuine joy. "Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Maybe we could celebrate with dinner later?"

As they spoke, Lando noticed Lily chatting animatedly with Oscar nearby, their conversation punctuated with laughter. Oscar caught Lando’s eye and gave him a knowing look, clearly amused by the situation and subtly indicating, “Let’s see what she says.”

Y/N hesitated before shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Lando. I'm just not interested in dating right now."

Lando's shoulders slumped. "I understand. Thanks for coming, though."

As he watched her leave, Lando felt a mix of frustration and admiration. Y/N was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he couldn't get her out of his mind.

Determined not to give up, Lando decided to enlist the help of his friends. One evening, he gathered Charles, Carlos, Yuki, and Oscar at his apartment. "I need your help," he confessed. "I can't stop thinking about Y/N, and I don't know what to do."

Charles smirked. "Still hung up on her, huh?"

Carlos shook his head with a laugh. "Bro, she's not interested. Maybe it's time to move on."

Yuki nodded in agreement. "Yeah, there are plenty of other girls out there."

Oscar, however, looked thoughtful. "You know, Lando, Y/N is very independent. She values honesty and sincerity. Maybe you need to show her a different side of yourself."

Lando frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Be genuine," Oscar suggested. "Show her that you're more than just a playboy. Prove to her that you can be serious and committed."

Lando considered his friend's advice. "I'll give it a try."

The next time he saw Y/N, it was at a charity event organized by Lily. Lando took a deep breath and approached her, determined to be sincere. "Hi, Y/N. Can we talk?"

She looked at him curiously. "Sure, what's up?"

"I just wanted to apologize," Lando began. "I know I've been trying too hard, and I probably came off as annoying. But the truth is, I really like you. You're different from anyone I've ever met, and I respect your dedication to your career and goals. I just wanted you to know that."

Y/N seemed taken aback by his honesty. "Thank you, Lando. I appreciate that."

For the first time, Lando saw a hint of warmth in her eyes. "Maybe we can start over as friends?" he suggested.

Y/N smiled softly. "I'd like that."

Despite their new friendship, Lando's feelings for Y/N only grew stronger. He found himself thinking about her constantly, longing to be more than just friends. His friends noticed the change in him and couldn't help but tease him.

"Look at him," Charles said one day as they relaxed in the paddock. "Our playboy is turning into an obsessed puppy."

Carlos laughed. "He's delusional if he thinks she's going to change her mind."

Oscar, however, remained supportive. "Give him a break, guys. He's serious about her."

.•☆.°.•.*₊ ♪ ♫ .• ☆.°.• .

One evening, Lando received a call from Oscar. "Hey, man. I heard something you might want to know."

Lando's heart raced. "What is it?"

Oscar sighed. "Lily told me that Y/N went on a date last night. With some guy she met through mutual friends. Apparently, she had a great time and they're planning to see each other again."

Lando felt a surge of jealousy and frustration. "Who is this guy?"

"I don't know much about him, just that she met him at a coffee shop," Oscar replied. "Listen, it’s now or never. I’ve seen how much you've changed, you care about her. Go tell her."

Before Oscar could say anything else Lando hung up. 

That evening, Lando found himself outside Y/N's apartment building, his mind racing. He knew he was acting impulsively, but he couldn't help it. He needed to see her, to understand what was happening.

.•☆.°.•.*₊ ♪ ♫ .• ☆.°.• .

Y/n pov

Lando has been pursuing you for what feels like forever. Everyone in your shared social circle knows it, including you. Despite his relentless efforts, you've kept your distance. The undeniable charm and boyish good looks that make Lando irresistible to so many girls are the very reasons you've been wary. His reputation as a playboy precedes him, and you don't want to be another notch on his bedpost. But Lando isn't one to give up easily.

It's a cool Saturday evening, and you're holed up in your cozy apartment, attempting to focus on a book. The soft hum of the city outside your window provides a soothing backdrop, but your mind keeps wandering to Lando and his recent attempts to win your heart. The flowers delivered to your workplace, the spontaneous lunch dates, the lingering looks—each one chips away at your resolve, leaving you more confused than ever.

As you're sitting on the couch you hear a knock at your door. Opening it you see him. "Lando? What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you," he said, his voice tense.

You hesitate for a moment, then step aside, allowing him to enter. As he walks past you, the scent of his cologne fills the air, making your heart skip a beat. You close the door and follow him into the living room, where he collapses onto your couch like he owns the place.

"You can't keep doing this, Lando," you say, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive stance.

"Doing what?" he asks, feigning innocence.

"Showing up unannounced, sending me gifts, trying to win me over. It's not going to work."

Lando ran a hand through his hair, struggling to find the right words. "I heard you went on a date. With some guy. Is that true?"

Your eyes narrowed. "Yes, it is. But why does that matter to you?"

"Because I care about you," Lando blurted out. "I can't stop thinking about you, and the thought of you with someone else drives me crazy."

Your heart skipped a beat as your expression softened slightly, but you remained guarded. "Lando, I've told you before, I'm not looking for a relationship right now. I have my career to focus on."

"But why can't you give us a chance?" Lando pleaded. "I know I've been a playboy in the past, but that's not who I am with you. I want to be serious, to prove that I can be the man you deserve."

He looks at you, his blue eyes filled with a mix of frustration and determination. "Why not? What's so wrong with wanting to be with you?"

"Because I know your reputation," you snap, your voice rising. "You've been with so many girls, Lando. Why would I believe that I'm any different?"

He stands up, closing the distance between you in a few quick steps. "You are different, Y/N. Can't you see that?"

You shake your head, taking a step back. "I don't believe you. You can have any girl you want. Why me?"

His eyes soften, and he takes another step closer. "Because you're the one I can't stop thinking about. You're the one I want, Y/N."

"Why?" you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper. "What's your motive, Lando?"

He stares at you for a long moment, the air between you crackling with tension. "You really want to know?" he finally says, his voice low and intense.

"Yes," you whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.

Without another word, he grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you against him, his lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that's all heat and desperation. You gasp, your hands flying up to grip his shirt, your mind spinning from the intensity of it all.

The kiss deepens, and you find yourself melting into him, your resolve crumbling with each passing second. When he finally pulls back, you're both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

"That's my motive," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "I want you, Y/N. Not just for a night, not just as a fling. I want you."

You stare at him, your heart aching with a mixture of longing and fear. "But how do I know this is real?" you ask, your voice trembling.

He cups your face in his hands, his eyes locking onto yours. "Because I've never felt this way about anyone before. I can't imagine my life without you in it."

Tears fill your eyes, and you lean into his touch, your heart breaking and mending all at once. "I'm scared, Lando," you admit, your voice barely more than a whisper.

"I know," he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

He kisses you again, softer this time, but no less intense. His hands roam your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You respond in kind, your own hands exploring the contours of his body, memorizing every dip and curve.

Somehow, you make it to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. By the time you reach the bed, you're both naked, your bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and desire. Lando lowers you onto the bed, his eyes dark with lust as he takes in the sight of you beneath him.

"You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice filled with awe.

You reach up, pulling him down for another kiss. "Show me," you murmur against his lips.

He doesn't need any further encouragement. He kisses his way down your body, taking his time to worship every inch of you. His touch is both gentle and demanding, driving you wild with need. By the time he finally settles between your legs, you're trembling with anticipation.

He teases you with soft, feather-light kisses, his breath hot against your most sensitive flesh. When his tongue finally flicks out to taste you, you cry out, your hips lifting off the bed in a desperate plea for more.

He works you with a skill and precision that leaves you breathless, his tongue and fingers driving you to the brink of ecstasy. You can feel the tension building in your core, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it feels like you're going to explode.

And then you do, the orgasm crashing over you with a force that leaves you gasping for breath. Your body trembles beneath him, and he doesn't stop until you've ridden out every wave of pleasure.

When you finally come back to yourself, he's there, kissing his way back up your body, his lips soft and gentle against your flushed skin. He kisses you deeply, and you can taste yourself on his lips, a reminder of the pleasure he's just given you.

"You're amazing," you whisper, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your orgasm.

He smiles against your lips, his eyes shining with love and desire. "I'm not done with you yet," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

You feel his cock pressing against your thigh, and the need for him flares up again, hot and urgent. You reach down, wrapping your hand around him, and he groans, his hips thrusting into your touch.

"Please, Lando," you beg, your voice raw with need. "I need you inside me."

He doesn't make you wait. With a swift, practiced motion, he positions himself at your entrance and pushes inside you. The sensation is almost overwhelming, the feeling of him filling you completely, and you both moan at the same time.

He moves slowly at first, his thrusts deep and measured, each one sending a wave of pleasure through you. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, your nails digging into his back.

"Harder," you whisper, your voice barely more than a breath.

He complies, his pace quickening, each thrust more forceful than the last. The pleasure builds again, even more intense this time, and you cling to him, lost in the sensation of him moving inside you.

"Y/N," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "You're incredible."

You can feel the tension building again, the pleasure coiling tight in your core. You know you're close, and you can tell he is too. You reach down between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

The added stimulation sends you over the edge, your second orgasm crashing over you with even more force than the first. You cry out his name, your body trembling beneath him as he continues to thrust into you, driving you higher and higher.

With a final, shuddering thrust, he follows you over the edge, his release filling you with a warmth that leaves you breathless. He collapses onto the bed beside you, his arms wrapping around you as you both come down from the high.

For a few moments, you lie there together, your bodies tangled, your breaths slowly returning to normal. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice filled with tenderness and awe.

You smile, your heart swelling with love for him. "I love you too, Lando."

He holds you close, his arms a protective cocoon around you. You feel safe and cherished, the connection between you stronger than ever.

After a few minutes of basking in the afterglow, Lando props himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "How about a bath?" he suggests, his voice still husky.

You nod, feeling both excited and exhausted. "That sounds perfect."

He helps you up and leads you to the bathroom, where he starts running a hot bath. You watch as he adds some bath salts and a few drops of essential oil, the room filling with a soothing lavender scent. Once the tub is ready, he helps you in, then climbs in after you, settling behind you so you can lean back against his chest.

The warm water envelops you both, and you sigh in contentment, feeling the tension melt away. Lando wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you relax together.

"Thank you," you murmur, turning your head to press a soft kiss to his jaw.

"For what?"

"For being patient with me," you whisper, your voice soft and sincere. "For not giving up."

Lando tightens his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You're worth every second," he replies, his voice filled with conviction.

You both fall into a comfortable silence, the sound of the water lapping gently against the tub the only noise. The intimacy of the moment is almost overwhelming, and you feel a swell of emotions rising within you.

"Lando," you begin hesitantly, your heart pounding in your chest. "I need to tell you something."

He tilts his head to look at you, his eyes searching yours. "What is it?"

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "I've been scared," you confess. "Scared of getting hurt, scared of being just another girl to you. But tonight... tonight was different. You were different."

His gaze softens, and he reaches up to cup your face, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. "Y/N, you have no idea how much you mean to me. I know I've made mistakes in the past, but you're not just another girl. You're the girl."

Tears well up in your eyes, and you lean into his touch. "I have feelings for you, Lando," you admit, your voice trembling. "Real, deep feelings. But I'm scared. I'm scared of falling too hard, of getting hurt."

Lando's eyes shine with emotion as he listens to your confession. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. "I understand," he whispers. "But I want you to know that I'm all in. I want to be with you, Y/N. Not just for now, but for the long haul. I'll do whatever it takes to prove that to you."

You close your eyes, letting his words wash over you. It's everything you've wanted to hear, but the fear still lingers. "What if it doesn't work out?" you ask, your voice small and vulnerable.

Lando tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Then we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. But I'm not going to let fear dictate our future. We have something special, Y/N. Something worth fighting for."

You nod, feeling a sense of calm settle over you. His words give you hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness of your doubts. "Okay," you whisper. "Let's give this a try."

✿ .° • taglist • °. ✿: @ham1lton @ietss @animeandf1lover @nelly187 @heartsfromtaeyong @bloodyymaryyy @nor-4 @zacian117 @mel164 @uhhvictoria @hadidsworld @zabwlky1999 @sya-skies @lillysbigwilly @yoncesgroove @tellybearryyyy @exotic-iris13 @magixpracticality @eoduuung @eternoangel @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @avengers-assemble123456 @santanasaintmendes @km-23mr @hookhausenschips @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @minekarina @poppyflower-22

© 23victoria 2023-24 I all rights reserved. do not republish, steal repost, modify, translate or claim my work as your own

[cheriladycl01]

Third-Wheeling - Lance Stroll x MexicanOlympicGolfer! Reader

Plot: Your best friends with Lily Muni He, as your fellow Golfer. She tries to set you up with all of Alex’s friends, first it was Carlos, then it was Charles, then it was Lando and then it was Yuki, finally Lance comes along suddenly interested in his new hobby!

You participated in golf and met Lily at a young age. You’d been friends and rivals ever since.

Once Lily met Alex, and you got your first Olympic medal, going to the races was very very exciting for you as it was a chance to see Lily away from the golf course and meet lots of other athletes.

Eventually you, Alex and Lily became a sort of meme on the internet, Alex and Liky were funny enough on their own, joking around and making funny TikTok’s that the fans loved, but once you were added to the equation fans saw you three as a family.

You never really considered yourself to be third-wheeling however it did feel slightly like you were their adopted child.

You were a very anxious soul and weren’t a confident person when it came to speaking out or anything, unless it was on a course when you were competing. As a result you didn’t go out much, and when you did you stuck to Alex and Lily like Glue and Lily could see the pondering looks you gave some of Alex’s friends so that’s when the operation started.

SET Y/N UP

You didn’t know it was going on at first as Alex and Lily were incredibly subtle about it, not ever giving away that they could possibly be the ones behind the increase in boys messaging you. Particularly F1 drivers.

The first boy to reach out was Carlos Sainz, he had sent you a really sweet text, in Spanish which you were very thankful for as your English still wasn’t as good.

You guys went out on a lovely date, walking along the Spanish beach you were smitten. But there was issues that came with it. You were 22 and he was 29 and there’s was clear differences in maturity, and both of you were not looking for that. It was an easy conversation really, both agreeing that it wasn’t in the best intentions to move forward.

Months later and he had a picture up with Scottish Model Rebecca Donaldson and you couldn’t be happier for him.

But you were still single and Alex and Lily wouldn’t give up.

When they tried to set you up with Charles you were immediately shut down, he was in a relationship with new partner Alexandra Saint Mluex and once you met her you both got on so well. Being similar ages and now you could say you had another friend within the wags on the grid.

Charles and you also became good friends and you got a lot of hate at first because Alex wasn’t in the eye of the media unlike you were and not many people knew that her and Charles were dating and they thought it was you, calling you a homie hopper or a grid hopper.

You guys addressed it immediately, and that was that.

The next person was Lando, and this was half your own flirtatious self working and half Alex and Lily whispering about you in Lando’s ear.

You guys had fun, like lots of fun. You were spotted golfing with him. You were spotted in clubs with him, and then spotted going home with him where you guys … well.

But when you thought it was about time you had a conversation with Lando about becoming serious he was ready to tell you he was happy to keep things strictly as friends with benefits and he just wanted to fuck about.

Lots of fans were confused when you had stopped being sighted with Lando as they actually thought you guys would be the perfect pair after his last good relationship.

But when he was spotted out with Magui, it was clear you’d been fucked over. You’d posted a lot of self-help and self-improvement quotes on your twitter feed furthering the fans thoughts that Lando hadn’t been as loyal or something.

Thankfully Lily was there for the backlash when you cried to her about not knowing what you did and if there was anything you should have done differently.

After Lando, they tried to set you up with Yuki, but you were so so different. Communication was pretty difficult, the common language being English with you both, meaning you did struggle.

Yuki was also very shy around you, and it just … didn’t work which was really unfortunate as you absolutely adored Yuki.

Alex and Lily were on the verge of giving up, not many of the other drivers being age appropriate in their eyes or they weren’t single.

Lance had of course noticed you. How couldn’t he, you were incredibly beautiful and so smart and accomplished in life.

So he picked up golfing, he tried to find local courses whenever there was a race on that you’d be going to attend with Alex and Lily.

You hadn’t noticed Lance and his new golf obsession.

That was until you were golfing alone at a range just practicing your swing and Lance Stroll was there with Fernando and his father.

They immediately recognised you, as a pretty notable golfer, having two gold medals under your belt now and many LPGA championships.

And after that you got Lance’s number. Without the help of Alex and Lily who had not even considered that you and Lance would get alone as friends let’s alone date.

“Golfing today?” He asked as you were polishing and cleaning up your clubs.

“Mmmmm, would you like to come with me?” You asked, Lance loved coming with you, even after you’d noticed him and got together.

“You know I’d love to mi amor” he smiles pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Lance’s favourite days with you were going out to the local golf club, spending the morning golfing having a nice fancy club lunch before you both trained in the gym. It meant that you were both doing stuff you needed to do for training but you were able to do it together as a couple.

You would never trade these days in either. You loved paralleling with him and feeling like you were working together as a couple to reach both your goals.

You also loved going to family dinners with him and Chloe. They came to your family home where your mum made them typical Mexican cuisine and then you’d go to the Stroll family home for your favourite breakfasts with Canadian Maple Syrup.

Life couldn’t get any better and Lily and Alex when they found out, couldn’t be happier for you.

y/user

Liked by alex_albon, lilymhe and lance_stroll

y/user: life lately with my fave duo 📸

Tagged 2 people

View all 298 comments

williamsracing: when will you next be in the paddock :(

-> lilymhe: she’s been cheating on us I fear admin

-> williamsracing: WHAT DO YOU KNOW

-> user1: admin panicking fr

->astonmartinf1: 👈🏼👀

-> user2: TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW ASTON

alex_albon: why do you never get candid pics of me, but always get candid pic of Lily…

-> y/user: she’s always camera ready … unlike Mr. EyesShut

-> lilymhe: I slay always 💕

lilymhe: you are so beautiful 🤩

-> y/user: says the literal princess 🌸

lance_stroll: Woah hermosa 🥰

Instagram Story Caption:

Lily ditched me, so I had to find a new golfing buddy @ LanceStroll 👋🏼👀

Taglist:

@littlebitchsposts @hockey-racing-fubol @laura-naruto-fan1998 @22yuki @simxican @sinofwriting @lewisroscoelove @cmleitora @daemyratwst @lauralarsen @the-untamed-soul @thewulf @itsjustkhaos @purplephantomwolf @chasing-liberosis @summissss @gulphulp @starfusionsworld @jspitwall @sierruhhhh @georgeparisole @youcannotcancelquidditch @tallbrownhairsarcastic @ourteenagetragedy @peachiicherries @formulas-bitch @cherry-piee @spilled-coffee-cup @mehrmonga @eiraethh @curseofhecate @alliwantisadonut @dark-night-sky-99 @i-wish-this-was-me @tallrock35 @butterfly-lover @barnestatic @landossainz @darleneslane @barcelonaloverf1life @r0nnsblog @ilove-tswizzle @laneyspaulding19 @malynn @viennakarma @landosgirlxoxo @marie0v @yourbane @teamnovalak @nikfigueiredo @fionaschicken @0picels0 @tinydeskwriter @ironmaiden1313 @splaterparty0-0 @formula1mount

[whorekneecentral]

Ok Anj hear me out: Yuki x Gasly!reader

Context:

*they’re in a secret relationship and have rlly loud sex in the next door room

*Pierre’s pissed cuz he can’t sleep but ends up traumatised seeing them in bed (he’s happy for them but still… HIS BEST FRIEND’S POUNDING HIS SISTER😭🫣)

- Nando Anon

bye I swear I wrote a version of this but with schumacher!reader lmaooo - what is with y'all and having everyone's sister with yuki??

the france gp was nothing if not an extravaganza event. at least for your family. your brother had brought everyone to the race; your older brothers and their families, you and your parents.

you find yourself tucked away in the corner of the garage, it was swelteringly hot that weekend, everyone and their mums had been avoiding the heat as best as they can.

your parents and brothers headed home post race but you stayed back, having dinner with your brother and his teammate. pierre put you up in the hotel with them for the evening before the two of you drove home tomorrow.

pierre decided to go out with charles and a few other friends after dinner and you were exhausted, calling it a night. your brother left you with yuki, the two of you having what seemed like an innocent conversation as he left.

you two wasted no time once he was gone, headed up to yuki's room for the evening.

see, your brother had invited you two join him for quite a few race weekends over the course of the season, the first one being japan. his teammate, who you had met for the first time in japan, was a native to the beautiful country and took you around, showing you two his favourite spots prior to the race.

one evening, pierre decided to stay in and you and yuki went out for dinner. dinner turned to dessert and then drinks and karaoke and next thing you know, the two of you are in bed.

that was the beginning of something special.

you and yuki had been seeing each other quietly, sneaking off together when you come to spend the weekend with your brother.

it was late, the two of you were certain your brother wasn't back yet - as his room shared a wall with yuki's - so your loudness wasn't exactly the biggest concern at the moment.

yuki's hands all over you, your legs wrapped around his waist, his lips on yours - there's a knock on the door, interrupting the two of you.

"mate!" you hear the voice from the other side of the door, the two of you freeze - pierre.

your eyes widen, yuki untangling himself from you as you pull the comforter over your body. "yuki open the door!" pierre knocked again, you could hear him chuckling.

your boyfriend looks at you wide eyed and you give him the same look.

yuki pulls his shorts on and goes to open the door, just enough for pierre to see him but not enough for him to see the bed that you were on. "what's up?"

"you're so loud, well whoever you have in there was loud. good on you, mate." pierre laughed, patting his friend's shoulder. "but I'm trying to see, so be a little quieter- is that y/n's purse?"

yuki doesn't have to look back to know it is your purse hanging off the side of the chair, clearly visible to pierre outside of the room. "wait why is y/n's purse in your - oh dude ew oh my god! ew! my sister? what the fuck!"

it seems he connected the dots.

"gross. can you guys shut up before I throw up?" he says, gagging as he turns to walk away. yuki tries not to laugh, shutting the door as his teammate leaves.

[maxvkisser]

Hi! I was thinking of a F1 request (male reader preferably) where 2 drivers (or more) like the reader and are kinda fighting for attention, flirting and generally being sweet (like bringing reader his favorite drink etc) but reader is too oblivious to realize it happening. Eventually readers best friend (I was thinking Yuki or Danny) tells him but he stays in denial, despite liking the idea. Eventually one of the others confesses and pushes the other/s to do it as well and reader gets stressed about disappointing them, but they agree they can all date him (alternate ending: he picks one and the others deal with it lmao) and it’s just a happy and fluffy ending. I was thinking maybe Max and Charles, or maybe Lando and Oscar but honestly it kinda works with any combination. Like I said it can be 2 or more drivers, and I understand if you aren’t comfortable writing because everyone isn’t always cool with this type of stuff so ofc I’ll respect it if that’s the case. Have a good day!

BOTH? BOTH! ᴸᴺ⁴ ⁺ ᴼᴾ⁸¹

summery - you are the McLaren media manager and take care of the McLaren tiktok and instagram (filming,posting etc) , so you find yourself working quite a lot with Lando and Oscar, your bff is Yuki :)

reader - male

warnings - use of y/n?

a/n- ty for the req! I decided to actually try to write a poly relationship this time so sorry if it's bad, also I chose Lando and Oscar because I wrote so many max things soz

requests are open! reblogs are very appreciated :)

You are McLaren's social media manager, you film all their tiktoks,instagram posts and whatnot, so you're quite close to both drivers Lando and Oscar, some (your best friend Yuki) would say too close, but you never understand what he's talking about. Right now you're hanging out with Yuki in his place, you're sitting across him on the couch, he groaned and rolled his eyes at you as you put another +2 card on the table, drawing 4 cards from the deck "hey Y/N, how's the job at McLaren going?" he suddenly asked with underlying intentions you couldn't tell "it's fine,why you ask?" you answered Yuki with a raised eyebrow "oh no reasonn... you seem to get along well with the Lando and Oscar" he said while putting another card "isn't that a good thing,it's kind of my job, i don't want them to hate me" you said also placing a card down, you answer earned a shrug from Yuki "they seem to really like you" he said, you shook your head "impossible, but I'm not opposed to that" you answered while chuckling, after that Yuki dropped the subject and continued losing to you in UNO. A few minutes later Yuki decided to bring up the subject once again "So let's say you could date one of them,which one?" he asked, you rubbed your chin while thinking "hmm..can I say both?" you said, raising an eyebrow, you response earned a chuckle from Yuki "you can, but I don't think they'll like that" he said, and with that the conversation ended

You were sitting with the two drivers, scrolling on your phone trying to think about some ideas for the next tiktok video, you felt thirsty "I'm gonna go grab a glass of water" you said and stood up from the couch so it wouldn't seem like you're just walking away out of nowhere, you felt a hand force you to sit down,actually two hands, Lando's and Oscar's, you looked at them confused "I'll get you a glass of water" Lando said with a heroic voice before getting up, Oscar slightly elbowed the brit but Lando ignored that and walked to the kitchen area to get you a glass of water and returning shortly after and looking smugly at Oscar who rolled his eyes at Lando, making you think about what you and Yuki talked about earlier. Small things like that kept happening for the next few weeks, you saying you'll get something,ask for something etc, and the two boys jumping at the opportunity to provide it to you.

One day after doing some shootings for an Instagram post you were standing by yourself in a room, it was empty besides yourself, suddenly you were cornered by Lando, a determined look on the brits face "Hello, Y/N" he said, trying to make his voice deeper, you made a face and raised an eyebrow "Hello, Lando.." you said and put your phone in your pocket "I've got something to tell you!" he semi-yelled, you could tell he was kind of nervous "shoot" you said and waited for an answer from Lando "actually, Oscar also has something to tell you" he said and left, adding to your confusion as you stood there, moments later Lando came back,dragging poor Oscar with him "you go first, I'll tell him after you do" Oscar said and Lando nodded "but you are telling him, deal?" Lando said and Oscar nodded "tell me what? what's going on with you two" you asked in a confused tone "well...I think I like you,no, I know I like you, in a romantic way" Lando said first, without letting you even think, let alone open your mouth, Oscar started to speak too "Yeah, Me too, we both like you" the aussie said, leaving you shocked as you looked at them with your eyes widened "uhm...what..? you finally asked after a few seconds, you didn't know what to say, you thought about your conversation with Yuki, and how he said that the two would not want to date you at the same time, you felt a bit stressed, you didn't want to accept one and reject the other especially since you liked both of them, you train of thoughts was cut but Oscar starting to talk again "It's okay if you don't like us back, or only like one of us, but just tell us the truth,please" he said and Lando nodded,waiting for you answer "Well" you began "I like both of you, if that's fine, I just don't really know if you two would like to be in a relationship together, the three of us" you finished talking "we are more than okay with that!" Lando said enthusiastically, grabbing your shoulders and hugging you tightly, urging Oscar to join the hug. The three of you ended all cuddled up in one of their driver rooms.

[777bae]

F1 FEMALE DRIVER HEADCANONS

PAIRING… f1!drivers x fem!driver | WC… 0.4k | Masterlist

➭ Having basically all of the older drivers as your parents (mainly Lewis, Seb and Daniel).

➭ Being slightly younger than Oscar.

➭ Karaoke sessions with the drivers and it always just ends up in you singing beautifully whilst the latter almost lose their voice.

➭ Being besties with Carlos and Lando and either you gang up on either or both gang up on you.

➭ Always being picked as a partner in grid challenges, no matter the topic and somehow your team always seems to win, leading you to be known as the ‘most cultured’ driver.

➭ Being known as the ‘model’ of the paddock as you always turn up in the best outfits during race week.

➭ Having many fans either want to be you or be with you.

➭ Being an absolute idiot with Charles wherever whenever with Daniel or Seb having to marshall your stupidness.

➭ Every driver believing that you and Oscar are a thing, no matter how many times you both try to deny the speculations.

➭ Having gossip sessions with whichever driver you can get a hold of, mainly those being Daniel, Lando, Carlos and Charles. Also having them eavesdrop on conversations you have with your other friends and immediately asking you about it once the call ends.

➭ All of the drivers just ganging up on George and joining in on George’s intro meme, with you winning of course.

➭ Lando and Daniel bullying you into having one of those jpg accounts after multiple fans point out how their own accounts are basically just fan accounts for you (mainly Lando’s). Your first post includes a dramatic and over the top photoshoot by the two before being followed by a few mugshots of the drivers.

➭ Each driver being given a nickname after certain crashes, yours being the torpedo after you infamously charged straight into Carlos’ car (the nickname given as Carlos had, very exaggeratedly, described what you looked like). Other drivers nicknames being: Beyoncé belonging to Lando after the radio recording of him screaming (hitting a high note) after losing control of his car was released.

➭ You basically trying to bully Lance into giving you a few extra notes in cash at any chance you can, whenever Lawrence is not around of course.

➭ Having Yuki take you and Pierre to his house whenever you’re in the country after begging him to let his mother make some food for the two of you. This idea spiralling off the one time Yuki let you try one of his homemade meals, the recipe, he said, belonging to his mother.

➭ ‘Michael Jackson’ being another one of your nicknames as you performed one of the artists dances for a challenge… whilst being dressed up like him. And of course having Daniel record the whole thing and posting it online, leading to the whole f1 world calling you that nickname.

➭ Never ending rivalry between you and Lando (basically you two just acting like kids all the time).

If you would like to be added to the taglist please fill out this form !

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 6

Propaganda:

Kiriwo -

"Seems innocent at first and he's just a guy with a special interest in magic items, but watch out."

Arjuna -

"MASKING KING!!!!!! ok joke aside one of his biggest things is that he's super scared that if anyone gets too close to him they'll notice he's not perfect/has a 'secret darkness' (that's literally just a guy) and overall a lot of his storyline is a strong parallel for being neurodivergent and becoming more comfortable with accepting it. he's also super strict and hard on himself for any sort of failure that isn't in line with what's socially appropriate but at the same time he doesn't always have a good grasp on what that is which is how you get stuff like him blowing up a forest to try and impress someone. it also runs in his family bc his brother is autistic as hell too."

Sherlock -

"God, where do I start? I mean what Holmes adaptation, even if he's not the main character, would this be if he were not autistic coded? And our combo of autism and ADHD is absolute perfection, all tied up with a pretty, excitable face. Hit him with the crime hyperfixation and do not make him wear socks."

Apollo -

"Not canonically autistic but he has ZERO volume control plus he scripts/repeats stuff (“I’M FINE!!!”), sometimes mimics other people’s speech patterns (like replying “ja” to Klavier), sensitive to loud noises (stayed backstage at a concert cuz it was too loud) and bright lights (complained about the stage lights being too bright at the same concert + screamed when opening the hatch to the bright stage at magic show), and has been really into space since he was a kid, which could definitely be a hyperfixation (not to mention how he read every single one of Phoenix’s old case files back when he admired him). Plus he’s a little TOO normal, to the point where it circles back around to making him the odd one out, which is absolutely what masking feels like for me. Even when he tries to be fun and weird he gets strange looks/made fun of for not being weird in the right way. The list of autism symptoms is just a checklist for him at this point."

Heiji -

"90% of the cast in detective conan is autistic but heiji is the most autistic of them all."

Urara -

"Another alien who is so excited to dance with everyone that he does not understand that his intended purpose of inviting people to dance via water communication is brainwashing them into dancing and is causing extreme chaos. He nearly causes an apocalypse by being so excited about dancing but he apologizes and tries to make friends with Yuki at the end of the story. He is extremely soft spoken and try, finding it difficult to begin conversations and fidgeting."

Shu -

"speaking specifically about the first season but he was the "explains everything so the audience knows whats happening" guy. he was pretty antisocial (not sure if thats just how he was or if he lived alone [which was fucked up cause he was 11]) . im trying to think of more but my brain goes hghghhhggggh im just a big fan of him."

Vash -

"ain’t no way i’m the only one who’s submitted him. go look at the gif of him crawling in the dirt like a bug while he dodges bullets and get back to me."

Hyakkimaru -

"Due to a terrible curse he has lived his whole life without several body parts including his eyes and ears. Because of this he is often overstimulated and awkward in new situations (when he doesn't do what he does best, killing monsters and samurai with his sword arms) He can't say or express much, and often comes off as strange and creepy, but he is actually a cutie patootie full of emotions, has a big heart, a keen brain, endless inner strength and loves the people close to him! This adorable, cursed, demon slaying boy deserves everything!"

Kei -

"He has the tbh face. Also he canonically has sensory issues and gets sensory overload. He constantly wears earbuds. He has an extremely rigid sense of morality and considers himself a savior figure. He has a hard time relating to other people and is a bit awkward in his interactions."

[bryngmemoney]

✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

⭑story masterlist link

tw: none

Writing in between messages!!

🪡Chapter Twelve: Reminded me of You

You leaned against the table, watching a few other people walk in and out of the room. Although it was after class hours, there had more people in the studio than usual, though thankfully nothing too overcrowded.

“Hey, here’s your stuff, i’m sorry we had to meet up kinda late again,” Ino spoke as he handed you the folded shirt and pants. “Thanks, and don’t worry about it, I was gonna come in to work on Yuki’s dress anyway.” You fixed the outfit into your bag, and began walking off, Ino following behind. “Good luck on your project Ino, from what you’ve showed me I think it’s going really well.” From the short time you’ve been around him, you could tell Ino was very optimistic and social. When you met with him he’d usually go off talking about whatever to keep the conversation going, and it always seemed to work.

“Thanks y/n, I really hope so, though I think i’m just gonna go get something from the shop outside my dorm building and sleep. I’m done for today. What about you?” You two continued making your way out as you talked. “I’m visiting my friend, the one that’s helping out Yuji with his project.” From past conversations you had found out that Ino knew Yuji, and apparently Megumi too.

“Oh cool, you gonna go help them too?” “No, just bringing them some stuff from the store, Nobara sent me the location.” “Oh nice, well if we’re heading the same way I don’t mind walking around with you.” “Sure that’s fine.”

Unlucky for you, once you bought everything you wanted, two large bottle sodas and a couple bags of chips and candies, the cashier had told you they had just run out of bags. You tried your best to carry it, putting a couple in your bag, but not much could fit and the sodas were becoming uncomfortable to carry. You started considering just leaving some of it behind. “Need help?” You turned your head to see Ino, who only had a bag of chips in his hand. “If we’re going to the same building I can help you drop it off.” “um well.. that would be helpful, yeah.”

Yuji opened the door, only to find you and Ino, both with hands full. “Hey Yuji, surprise!”

“Y/n, Ino what are you guys doing here?” “I’m just helping out, but it’s nice to see you man!”

“Who is it?” you heard an all too familiar voice ask from behind Yuji. He whipped his head around to face Megumi who had shown up beside him. “Hey Megumi, long time no see!” Ino announced.

“Hey Megumi!”

Megumi got up from the small living area and walked to the kitchen island in the shared dorm between Junpei and his roommate, who was currently out somewhere. He saw Yuji excitedly grab a bag of chips and rip it open. Junpei leaning against the counter laughing at his behaviour.

“Megumi, I got you something, I remember you said you liked things that pair with ginger, and I saw these and thought of you, I don’t know if you’ll like it but there’s other chips if you don’t want them.” You held up a bag of some type of Lay’s flavored chips with ginger, he had never really seen them before, but just the fact that you had bought them with him in mind was enough for him to give them a try. “Thanks, these are actually my favorite.” A white lie never hurt anyone. Yuji spoke up, “Really I thought that-” “These are my favorite.”

Author’s Note: when i was writing the chip part i had lays wasabi and ginger chips in mind, they’re low key good ngl i recommend if anyone likes those flavors

hope you guys enjoyed!

Taglist below, feel free to comment or dm me to be added!!

TAGLIST

@iridescentrays @gumimegz @maya-maya-56 @mamafly @lunavixia @swissy23 @coltsgf @m00nglad3-mp3 @etsukis @xosren @qtnfer @oengleli @harek89 @y-sabell-a @morgyyyyyyy @getolvr @liliumaraneae @k3lbade @aiieera @dancedancey @get0sfav @chuyasthighs0 @hyssoplampflickers @kpopanimen @sad-darksoul @vivi-loves-penguins @kasumitenbaz @talkingsperm @nymphsdomain @inlovewithlondonn @rzcnlb @enchantingkitty @fuyuzemi @lysaray @ni-ki-ismyluv

[jenchan-writingmultis]

Twisted Wonderland x Obey Me Crossover

Part Three ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⊱⊰⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯

Part Two

A/n: I had fun writing this one! Please enjoy! A few reminders: - Yuki is the default name in Obey Me! - NO pairing yet, It will be implied, but not explicitly displayed. - this will be divided into chapters, It will be considered a one-shot/non-series since I'm not doing different Points of view like how I do series. - Updates will be a bit slow - Credits: The line breakers are from Kaomoji dividers and Official Obey Me and Twisted Wonderland art. Masterlist

⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⊱⊰⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯

His brothers, however…

“Ack!” A grunt can be heard from behind them, the man with indigo-colored hair glared at the other with white hair. The box with fragile necessities on the floor. “Hey! Careful!” one student said to the two guys who were basically hovering over him. “I—I’m sorry!” Leviathan squeaked, smacking Mammon, who was laughing at him. “It’s your fault!” he screeched. Mammon, grunting from the smack, retaliated with a smack to Leviathan’s head. “You were the one blockin the way!” he protested, sparking a pointless fight between the two of them.

Trey feels an odd sense of Déjà vu when he also heard arguing from outside, most likely Deuce and Ace.

"Why are there students slacking?" a commanding voice thundered, cutting through the air like a whip. Lucifer was about to scold his brothers, but it seemed whoever spoke had already silenced them.

“What’s going on? Why are there suddenly so many students?” Riddle asked, displeasure clear in his glare directed at the four brothers. “Riddle,” Trey called out, glancing over as he finished preparing the cake mold and placed it in the oven. “These are new transfer students from another dorm.”

“I don’t see why they’re here,” he says, crossing his arms, noticing the gray color of the uniform, similar to yours. “Are you prefect’s dorm mates?” he asked.

Lucifer nods. “Greetings, we apologize for the intrusion, We’re still currently navigating how the usage of the mirrors is, and accidentally stumbled inside.” He briefly, Riddle's anger dissipated, impressed by the man's articulate speech—a rarity among freshmen and even senior students. “My brother had thrashed around the kitchen and we’re trying to keep everything in order and back in place” Lucifer added, an apron draped on his shoulder since he was tasked to knead the dough.

Riddle hums in approval, "As long as everything is wrapped up before the event begins, you may stay for the unbirthday party."

“Thank you” Lucifer nods as he barks orders to the two who were just standing stupidly. “What are your names?” Riddle asked, these new students didn’t even look like students, they looked rather mature for their ages.

"You can call me Lucifer," he said, gesturing to the two figures behind him. "These are Mammon and Leviathan." He then placed a hand on Beelzebub, who was sitting on the floor due to the counter being too small for him. "And this is Beelzebub."

"What peculiar names," he remarked, noting the names that seemed to echo those of demons. His eyes narrowed suspiciously at Lucifer, but he chose not to press further. "Riddle Rosehearts," he introduced himself, extending his hand. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lucifer. I trust that the Prefect is managing well with the influx of new transferees?"

Lucifer smiles uncharacteristically soft as he takes the hand, shaking it firmly “They’re doing their best, I appreciate their efforts in making us feel at home here” he adds, adding a good word for you since you are Yuki’s friend. Meanwhile, Trey’s brows furrow in concern as he gazes at the charred remnants of the cookies, his frustration evident. Unaware of the looming figure behind him, he remains focused on the mishap, oblivious to the conversation unfolding between Riddle and Lucifer.

“I can eat those,” Beelzebub speaks causing Trey to jump back, “you scared me!” he says, placing the trey back down. “No, it’s not good for you to eat something almost looking like a charcoal.” “It’s okay” Beelzebub ignored the concern and plucked a burnt cookie from the tray. With a satisfied hum, he bit into it, clearly enjoying the taste. “Even if it’s burnt, it’s surprisingly good,” he said, savoring the flavor. Trey’s eyes widened in disbelief however a small smile formed on his lips. “You’re weird,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Just hope you don’t get a stomachache for what you’re doing, you can eat the failed batches then,” he says, turning around as Beelzebub cheers slightly at the approval for him to inhale whatever is left.

The faint scent of metal and ethanol filled the laboratory. Crewel’s class had never been this interesting before, that student, Satan, was it? is impressively adept, seamlessly applying the concepts he’d been taught. As the class progressed to potion creation, Satan stood out. Among all the students, he was the only one who managed to create a perfectly balanced intermediate-level potion.

“You’re good” he compliments him, currently, Satan was paired with you, the prefect, and you were starting to get confused while you mixed the cauldron, Grim who was banned temporarily from the laboratory was outside, banging the door screaming that he wants in!

"Thank you," Satan said with a smile, dropping another ingredient into the cauldron. The liquid inside shifted from a deep purple to a bright, shimmering yellow. Crewel's eyes sparkled with delight as he observed the transformation, his gaze fixed on the potion’s vibrant hue. “Would you consider staying on as my assistant?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. Satan lifted the stirring stick, examining the potion’s consistency with a nod.

“I don’t think I could have such a title,” Satan says, “I appreciate the offer though” he says as he stares at the cauldron before looking back to Crewel,  “Although can I try a few more experiments after classes?” he asks, and crewel can see it, the hunger for knowledge, he smiles “Certainly, if you’d like that” You, who have been quietly observing, look visibly shocked. “Wait, are you sure, Satan?” you ask, a hint of dread in your voice. The thought of spending more hours with the sadistic professor feels overwhelming.

“Why not?” Satan responds with a grin, “we got a few weeks to see everything after all”

“You’re temporary students?” Crewel asked, sitting down on the teacher’s table who was still fairly close to where Satan and you were working on the laboratory experiment. “Yes, it’s a bit confidential to speak about our predicament currently.”  Satan adds which Crewel almost rolled his eyes for. “Crowley is certainly unprofessional, never giving a heads up on extra students.” Making Satan chuckle. “I can’t speak for the other students, but I do agree. A proper introduction to the professors would have been appreciated.”

“Yuki!” Asmodeus squealed as the cauldron erupted, sending a cloud of steam and debris into the air. Satan whipped his head towards the direction of the screech, eyes widening in alarm. you look back as the other students’ murmur, after the fog dissipates, leaving nothing but a pink sheep.

“Students out now” Crewel instructed as he covers his nose. Despite your reluctance to leave, the other students quickly gathered around you, pulling you away from the scene, leaving Yuki, Satan and Asmodeus inside with Crewel.

Asmodeus clung to the fully transformed Yuki with tears glistening in his eyes. Yuki emitted a soft baas in response. “Get away for a second pup" he murmured, gently cupping Yuki's fluffy cheeks. Yuki nuzzled into his hand, seemingly content with the touch. “Satan, can you create a concoction to revert this pup back?” Satan who already was checking the textbook, flipping furiously on the book, “I’m on it” “You, pup,” he snapped, pointing his whip at Asmodeus. “You’re fortunate this potion is harmless and temporary.” His glare was sharp as he addressed the pretty boy, who merely pouted in response.

“I’m sorry!” Asmodeus protested. “I didn’t anticipate that adding more mandrake roots would make the whole thing explode!”

“Enough,” he cut him off. “Just keep an eye on them until Satan and I can reverse the effects.” Ignoring any further protests from Asmodeus, he turned away, leaving the pretty boy to follow his orders.

Yuki despite getting turned into a sheep noticed that a certain brother was missing, they looked Yuki, now transformed into a sheep, noticed the absence of one of their brothers. With a distressed baa and energetic leaps, Yuki attempted to signal Asmodeus, who was gently holding them.

Asmodeus, puzzled by the continuous baaing, rubbed Yuki’s head in an effort to soothe them. "What’s wrong, sweetie?" he asked, his confusion growing as he tried to decipher the frantic bleats. While he could use his magic to understand their message, doing so in the presence of the two individuals working on their concoction might cause disruption. Instead, he hoped that he could make sense of Yuki’s urgent baaing without drawing unwanted attention.

“Belphegor?” he blurts out, the way they looked at him usually means trouble.  “Oh yeah” Asmodeus looks around, “Where is Belphegor?”

At that moment, Belphegor was walking, rubbing his eyes as he yawned, it was starting to get harder to stop his sleepiness when he’s not in Devildom, the protection that Diavolo had given the brothers so that their sins don’t intensify wavered when the barrier is nonexistent here. “I can’t just sleep here…” he murmured to himself. Although he was confident in his ability to fend off any potential threats, allowing himself to drift off in such an unfamiliar place would be reckless.

 As he wandered through the serene, beautifully landscaped botanical garden, he noticed a peculiar sight. An enigmatic figure lounged beneath a parasol, seemingly out of place in the midst of the garden’s natural splendor. Belphegor couldn’t help but wonder why anyone would choose to rest under a parasol when surrounded by lush greenery and protection from the rays of the sun? The scene struck him as oddly serene, an incongruity that only added to his sense of disorientation.

Well… whatever, Belphegor strides gentle steps toward the figure before he feels his sin take over him as he passes out.

  “Urgh” Leona jolts, feeling an equally hard body slam on his chest. “What the hell?” he stirs up, scratching his head. “Hey what the hell do you think you’re doing” Leona glared down at the figure, who was sleeping like a log the moment he flopped on him. Leona gripped his shoulders, trying to shake the man awake “Hey” he called him out but to no avail, the man was not stirring, he tried to push him off but he realized that the guy was heavy, but how? Leona was sure he was not weak so he's not sure how this man could crush his weight down without Leona flinging him away. Deciding it’s not worth wasting his energy for, he sighs before using the man as a blanket instead, slowly drifting into sleep. “…eona” “Leona!”

Leona jolted awake; his glare sharp as he registered yet another interruption to his rest. As expected, it was Ruggie. “What is it?” he grunted, adjusting his position. Without realizing it, he instinctively pulled Belphegor up from his abdomen to rest against his chest. This unexpected move left Ruggie looking utterly bewildered.

“What is that? Or who is that” He asked immediately, leaning down to see if it really was a man and not a blanket. “I didn’t know you had a lover, Leona” Ruggie said, pleasantly surprised. “But did you really need to have them cut a class or something?” he says, feigning disappointment, the glare intensified as he closes his eyes, “Stop messing around and get this herbivore off me already” he says, trying to push the man once again but Belphegor remains still like a rock.

“You can’t even push him off you” Ruggie sighed as he grabbed the pillow instead, “Do you think I’d stand a chance?” the moment the pillow moved Belphegor stirs awake, causing Ruggie to jump back.

“Oh” Belphegor stared up to whoever’s chest he was sleeping at only to see a displeased lion, “Get off” Leona ordered sternly, Belphegor who didn’t catch on the anger that the lion showed, slowly moved off, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry, I was just so sleepy,” he says almost as if he wasn’t asking for a death wish for sleeping on Leona. “You’re quite bold Hervibore” he remarks, annoyed by it as he relaxes on the couch “Leave, go rest somewhere else this spot is taken” Leona goes back to sleep as Belphegor nods, eyes drifting down to Ruggie who seemed to be cautious of him. “Don’t you have your own sleeping quarters?” he asked

“Why would we have those? This is a university” he remarks, unless this stranger was talking about dormitories, which should have been explained to them already, he stares at the half-buttoned uniform, Ruggie sighs as he buttons Belphegor’s shirt properly, noticing the grayish color of his uniform. “This is new, what color is this dormitory from?” “Ramshackle,” Belphegor asked monotonely, “Oh?” Ruggie’s interest was piqued as he laughed “That’s interesting, is Prefect the housewarden?” he teased but didn’t expect Belphegor to actually be serious.

“I guess you can say that,” he says almost nonchalantly as Ruggie freezes. “You were serious?” Leona growls, turning away from the noisy herbivores, “You two talk somewhere else,” he growls out, annoyed, “Someone’s tryna sleep here”

“Has that guy always been like that?” Belphegor says, thinking of dragging the guy off to the floor cause of how bossy he was, it reminds him of a certain eldest brother. “Don’t mind him, that’s his usual demeanor” Ruggie shakes his head, “well since you’re a junior at Ramshackle, I’ll show you hospitality” he says, as he walks towards the white table that was just a few feet away from Leona, Belphegor moved slowly, sitting down on the chair as Ruggie sits on the opposite side. “I’ve got some extra grub from the cafeteria,” Ruggie says, sliding a freshly made steamed taco across the table, Belphegor who stares at it at first then hears his stomach grumbling as he grabs it. “Thank you” he says as he already starts munching on it.

You might be wondering what made Ruggie so unusually nice right now? Well, the moment he touched the pillows, he felt how godly soft it was, the fabric was obviously not cheap. This guy was new, but he didn’t care whatever story he had, he just knows that he’s loaded, with how he handles himself, someone as careless as him wouldn’t be poor.

“No problem! It’s always nice to help a junior out” he quips as he sits down, relaxing immediately after a long day of work, Leona runs him ragged, but the compensation was pretty good as itself. He’s lucky to befriend the second prince.

“Why do you serve that guy?” Belphegor questions as he finishes eating the tacos fast, a little hum comes out of Ruggie as he stops eating midway through. “Leona helps me with stuff” he answers rather vaguely, he’s not the type to randomly just tell a stranger what his life was.

“It’s a give-and-take relationship then?” He tilts his head, he’s never heard of such a thing unless you call Yuki and his relationship like that from the first, Ruggie hums only, indicating that their conversation about his situation with Leona is over. “What about you?” Ruggie asked back, leaning closer to the guy as he boredly placed his chin on his palm, resting on it while he stared curiously at Belphegor.

“I doubt that out of nowhere the headmaster decided to just let students transfer in Night Raven College,” he adds “What makes you an exception?”

“I’m not the only one” he admits, yawning as he feels his sin causing him to feel sleepier than normal. “Is the one you speak of the bird man?” he tilts his head as he places his pillow on the table, fluffing it up as he nuzzles his pillow, while one of the reasons why he falls asleep everywhere, it also helps with him prolonging his time of wake. Hearing Ruggie snort at the unusual nickname he composes himself a bit before nodding. “Yeah, that’s the headmaster” he confirms, noticing that the other was starting to sleep again “You really are a perpetual napper” Belphegor who tried to blink his sleepiness away yawns, “Well, all I know is that my brothers…” His voice begins to trail off as his eyelids grow heavier. “They’re the ones you should ask about these things,” he murmurs before drifting off into slumber.

Ruggie stares at him for a second before standing up, unconsciously not making a sound as he walks towards Leona. “Leona” he calls out to him as he pokes the guy, causing him to growl. “What?” he didn’t bother prying his eyes open. “What is it?” he grumbled, barely bothering to acknowledge Ruggie's presence.

“I’m curious about these guys,” Ruggie said, his arms crossed and his voice a hushed whisper, as though Belphegor, who lay sprawled beneath the sun like a cat taking a nap, might somehow overhear.

Leona turned away with a scowl. “How is that my problem?” he grumbled.

Ruggie hummed thoughtfully. “Well, if Ramshackle's dorm has enough players, they might actually participate in the spell drive competition.”

“So?” he huffs, still not relenting “We can beat them up as usual, plus, the herbivore could barely support any of their teammates that time,”

“The guy’s strong isn’t he?” he points out, grinning mischievously, “You couldn’t even push him off with all your strength,” he continues to poke at Leona’s pride “Who said his brothers aren’t as strong as he is?”

“You little…” he sighs, opening his eyes as he sits up, “You really know how to rile others up huh?” he grumbles, yawning “Fine, I’ll bite,” he relents, Ruggie’s face lights up with a grin, thrilled by Leona’s reluctant agreement. If Leona’s backing him up, he’s bound to uncover more about those wealthy brothers—more ka-ching for him!

He won’t admit that he’s also curious about what kind of students you’ll be taking in though.

Bonus:

Lucius jumped on Asmodeus’ arms the moment he used his sin on the little kitty, it was accidental! Especially when Satan ordered him to get a particular ingredient that was in the book called enchanter’s blossom, Crewel then said that it’ll be especially hard to attain it since while the Science Club had it, they never were able to harvest it due to it’s and Asmodeus quote “It only likes extremely gorgeous beings” and he thinks you know who fits the category. And so Asmodeus happily went to the botanical garden where they usually make such ingredients for any freakish potions the humans wanted to do. Asmodeus was especially admiring Crewel because not only was he handsome, but he’s also smart as well! Totally someone Asmodeus wanted to be acquainted with, such a shame that the guy seemed to be more curious about Satan than him. Talk about nerd-to-nerd interactions.

Back to the kitten in his arms, he didn’t expect it to jump to him when he was making his way inside. “Hi kitty” he coos, rubbing the feline’s chin who readily purred upon contact, a smile breaks into Asmodeus’ expression, while he wasn’t fond of cats because he didn’t like how they carry plenty of bacteria on them, he didn’t mind such a well-groomed, chubby kitty. “What’s your name hm?”

Before Lucius could even meow a response, an old man’s voice can be heard, sounding worried, “Lucius! Where are you, Lucius!” Trein called out worriedly, Asmodeus’ eyes darting back to the old man who went inside, seeing Lucius in the student’s arms. “Oh, thank the sevens” he sighs, walking close to Asmodeus as the cat jumps back into Trein’s arm. “Thank you so much for keeping Lucius,” he bows his head, causing Asmodeus to bow instinctively, the man gives off fatherly vibes that made Asmodeus not want to cause any disrespect to the guy. “You’re welcome!” he chirps, although it was a more restrained one.

“I have never seen you around here… what is your name young man?” Trein questions as Lucuis fixes his position, Asmodeus smiles rather charmingly which makes Trein realize how ethereal the young man is, he almost looks like another model. “My name’s Asmodeus, sir” he said, causing Trein’s eyes to widen, frozen in the spot as the grip on Lucius got tighter. “Asmodeus?” he choked out.

[icequeenbae]

Boy Next Door (m) Ch.1 | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

Warnings [whole story]: Baek being the neighbor we’re all dreaming of, harassment (nothing graphic), a bit of body image/ insecurity, MC sucks at relationships, explicit content, unprotected sex

Word Count: ~18.5k (total), 4.5k (pt.1)

Summary: Your neighbor Baekhyun has been a pleasant acquaintance since you moved into your current apartment almost a year ago. Could he also be… a perfect match?

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Chapter Masterlist: Pt. 1 > Pt. 2 > Pt. 3 > Pt. 4 (fin)

Author’s note: This has taken me so, SO long to write and edit that I cannot believe the time has come to post it lmao I just wanted to write something simple with the classic boy-next-door vibe but as usual, the story ended up being much longer than planned and I am going to post it as a mini-series. Please keep in mind that your feedback is what motivates me to write and post more <3 And biiig thanks to the lovely @beomcoups for taking on the beta duties on this whole story~

Network Tags: @bbh-net  @k-vanity  @ksmutsociety

PART 1

In the lobby or on your floor – those were the two locations where you’d been bumping into Baekhyun most often. Which wasn’t that strange, considering that you were neighbors. But it somehow always caught you off guard and left you flustered.

Just like the first time.

It happened almost a year ago when you were waiting for the elevator on the first floor of your building with your best friend Yuki, who came early to help you with preparations. A guy in a loose white dress shirt and jeans stepped into the elevator with you, politely greeting you before pressing his floor number.

‘Oh, you live on the 13th as well? So, you and our Y/N are neighbors!’ Yuki exclaimed.

‘Nice to meet you,’ you muttered and bowed, shy from the sudden introduction. He reciprocated, chocolate hair falling into his eyes charmingly.

‘You should come to her housewarming party! It’s in a couple hours,’ Yuki chimed in again. ‘You don’t need to bring anything, it’s just a small thing with a couple friends and neighbors. We’re making sure Y/N-ie settles in nicely here. So please come, we have tons of food!’

If anyone could ever say no to your friend… Well, you had never met such a person. You guessed that Baekhyun was simply too stunned by her enthusiasm, so he said he’d swing by for sure. In a way, you were thankful that she’d asked him – you’d have never had the guts to invite someone like that; especially not anyone as good-looking and cool as Baekhyun.

You regretted letting your bestie invite him the following evening when your party was in full swing for several hours. Most of the food was devoured, so now you were all drinking, crunching on snacks, and conversing; or trying to while jumping from one topic to another.

‘I wish we could gather more often. We all like to hang out with you, you know?’

As always, Yuki nagged at you for being too ‘stay-at-home’ of a friend.

‘I like to hang out too. But home is home. You know parties aren’t really my… favorite pastime.’

‘What is your favorite pastime, lying in bed cuddling your blanket?’ Chanyeol joked insensitively.

He should’ve known better since you were the most troubled in your group of friends regarding relationships. It was super tough for you to find a match, even when you made an effort to get out of the house and meet new people, mostly because of your history of failed relationships where your partners gained interest in someone else. It seemed like you were too plain to hold someone’s attention for long. So, you’d been ‘that single friend’ for several lonely years now. And at this time, you were actually in the very beginning of a new, promising relationship. You were still pretty insecure about it; thus, Yeol’s comment really did make you flinch. He was drunk, so that was understandable, but you still sulked at his words, mainly because they were true.

‘Hey, it doesn’t have to be a blanket.’ You frowned, pressing the straw to your lips in frustration.

‘I’m kinda sad that guy you’ve been talking to couldn’t come,’ Yuki interjected. ‘I wanted to find out what he’s like.’

‘Minho had work-related travel, so he’s resting up.’ You shrugged, sipping your drink timidly.

‘I’m sure the guy made this excuse just to avoid meeting your friends. How long have you known him for, like, two days?’ Chanyeol interjected.

‘It’s been a few weeks, actually,’ you corrected, and Hoseok, Yuki’s boyfriend, muttered a reproaching ‘hyung’ in his direction.

‘Gosh, you’re really this stupid while drunk,’ Yuki shook her head disapprovingly at your friend, who simply shrugged.

Baekhyun was pretty silent during the latest exchange, so when you briefly made eye contact, it reminded you that he could also hear all of that chatter. Which made you want to choke on your drink from humiliation. Thankfully, one of your friends still had some tact left that night, so they quickly changed the direction of the conversation. Still… you’d been mortified for weeks after the event, doing your best to avoid bumping into Baekhyun when leaving for work.

***

The next time you met, Baekhyun was also in the lobby of your apartment building. And once again, before a gathering at your place. Just days prior you had lost it and left your resignation letter at your boss's desk. Working such long hours under the constant pressure of absolutely unrealistic deadlines was taking its toll on you for sure. But when you found out they promoted a person, who was obviously less experienced and capable than you in working (but more capable in flirting with your manager), instead of you… It became the last straw.

Baekhyun appeared right on time as you struggled to push the elevator button with a whole case of beer in your hands.

‘Y/N,’ you heard his velvety voice call. ‘Nice to see you.’

‘Oh- Hi, Baekhyun.’ You greeted awkwardly, puffing from the weight you had to balance.

‘Let me help you with that?’ His suggestion sounded like a question, yet he instantly scooped the case from your hands.

‘You don’t need- thank you,’ you said, and he shook his head to indicate that it wasn’t a big deal.

‘So… having a party again?’ He asked as the elevator doors closed.

‘I wouldn’t call it a party,’ you hummed, looking at your feet. ‘I kinda had to quit my horrible job of 4 years, so my friends are making me celebrate it. Not that becoming unemployed calls for a celebration…’

You trailed off, not wanting to be a nuisance to your neighbor. He was just making small talk.

‘I’m sorry to hear that. Are you taking a break now or looking for something else?’

‘I’ll start looking next week. It’s Friday, my friends are coming… So I’ll try to just clear my mind and rest for one full weekend before I start stressing about a new job. Hopefully, my friends wouldn’t talk my ear off about it – that’s what the beer’s for. My little trick,’ you chuckled sheepishly.

‘Aren’t your friends supposed to treat you in this situation?’ Baekhyun huffed, shaking his head to rearrange his hair and better see you.

‘They should… bring more alcohol with them, I think. I couldn’t have them over for nothing, though.’

The doors opened after a robotic voice announced your floor.

‘Well, anyhow. Thanks a lot for your help!’ You tried taking the beer from Baekhyun, but he didn’t let you.

‘Open the door first; you can’t do it while holding this.’

‘Right. Thanks,’ you fussed, pressing your password in.

Baekhyun quickly placed the case on the floor of your hallway.

‘You should come!’ You blurted out, instantly getting flustered. ‘If you want.’

‘I might drop by if I’m free,’ he smiled softly. ‘My family wanted to have a video call later. That may take long.’

‘Of course. Have fun!’ You nodded, beating yourself up in your mind for being so weird suddenly.

‘You have fun,’ he chuckled, stepping towards his apartment. ‘Oh, and Y/N?’

Looking up at him as he called your name, you were met with his warm yet serious eyes.

‘If you need anything… You know where to find me.’

That made you strangely sentimental.

‘T-thank you.’

He sent you a message later on and let you know he couldn’t make it to your party. But in a way, he was there – on your mind.

***

It was about three weeks after you’d broken things off with Minho. If you could even consider it one, the relationship wasn’t long, only a couple months. At first, you thought it could be something, realizing later that it was only wishful thinking. There was no way the two of you could make it work; you were just not compatible with each other. The more you got to know him, the more you were reassured of that. Your life goals were different, your outlook on relationships was different… even your ideas of quality time with a significant other didn’t match. This time, the initial infatuation wore off rather quickly – probably because you didn’t go out of your way to appease him. You knew it was probably for the better. Pretty much all of your relationships ended the same way, with your boyfriends telling you they found someone else. Someone… more exciting.

This was the case for your first relationship halfway in your first year of university.

‘I’m sorry, Y/N. I just don’t feel the spark, you know? You’re so… domestic,’ your then-boyfriend said in his breakup speech. ‘I’m young, I want to experience stuff, be bold, and have fun. And there are people that I can do this with, who’ll also enjoy it.’

It repeated less than two years later when you’d barely worked up the courage to try and start something with another person. When it happened the third time, you decided you weren’t really made for relationships. It was ironic since you always wanted to be in one. You were very affectionate and were keen on taking care of people. Yes, you weren’t that into big gatherings and parties, and maybe it was a little too difficult to drag you anywhere when you were stressing about the upcoming tests and stuff… But you weren’t completely closed off! Even with those limitations, you were very sociable and had many friends. Was it so bad that you didn’t say yes to every suggestion? Did your inclination to stay at home and have cozy dates instead of outdoorsy stuff make you a non-relationship material? It seemed like every time someone else appeared, your boyfriends easily decided to move on.

And even though you weren’t in love with Minho, this breakup still made you sour. What made this particular day suck was that you’d found out that he was already in a new relationship; happily broadcasting it everywhere.

You weren’t jealous of him for being with someone else. You envied him for being able to find another partner in mere days after you parted ways, while for you, it felt like you’d never find or be able to retain anyone. Ever. Never ever.

‘Earth to Y/N!’ You jumped from someone’s voice ringing in your ears.

Looking up, you saw that the elevator doors were held open by your dashing neighbor, who was staring directly at you.

‘Sorry, I spaced out,’ you quickly entered. ‘Hi.’

‘Hey,’ Baekhyun smiled, pressing the button for your floor. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘Um, yeah. No. I mean-’ You sighed. ‘I’m just a bit out of sorts.’

‘Trouble at work?’

‘No, my new job is great. A huge improvement on the previous one. It’s just… everything else is not nearly as great?’

Yeah, because you pushed yourself to get back on the market to finally not be alone, and here you were. Back to square one.The sniffling you produced startled even your own self.

‘Oh god, I’m sorry.’

‘It’s okay. There’s nothing to be sorry about,’ he replied, his voice gentle. ‘Do you want to talk?’

‘Oh no, I wouldn’t dream about boring you with my stupid problems.’

‘I’m sure they aren’t stupid,’ he said. ‘And I have ice cream. Almost any flavor you could think of.’

You looked at him silently, and he smiled again reassuringly.

‘It’s not mandatory for you to tell me anything. But I can treat my favorite neighbor with some ice cream, can I not?’

‘Am I your favorite just because you don’t know anyone else?’ You snickered gawkily.

‘No. Not just-’

He was interrupted by the usual announcement of your floor.

‘So, what do you think? You can change first and then come, no hurry. I’m free tonight.’

You puckered your lips, genuinely intrigued by his offer. Ice cream sounded perfect right about now. Although agreeing just because of the promised treats was pretty childish, you couldn’t help but be seduced by his suggestion. So, you gave him a shy nod.

‘Okay. Throw on something comfy and come over.’

You entered your respective apartments, and only after the door behind you locked… you realized that your heart was racing.

‘Damn you, Y/N, why did you agree to do this??’ You whined, catching a glimpse of your scrunched-up face in the mirror.

Fishing your phone out of your handbag quickly, you messaged Yuki.

You | I fucked up, Yu!!

You | Idk what to do now…. ㅠㅠ

Ki-yaah | What happened?? Did you like a pic on Minho’s new gf’s SNS??

Ki-yaah | I’m so dumb for telling you about this… I’m so sorry Y/N ㅠㅠ

You | No, not that

You | Who cares about Minho and his girlfriend??

You | I mean, I was a bit salty about this… But I met Baekhyun again!

Ki-yaah | Baekhyun? Your cute as fuck neighbor Baekhyun??

You | No

You | Yes?

You | My neighbor Baekhyun. I blurted out that I wasn’t in the greatest mood, and he invited me to his place for ice cream!

Ki-yaah | WHAT

Ki-yaah | YAH

Ki-yaah | THAT SLEEK BASTARD

Ki-yaah | I hope you’re texting me from his couch

Ki-yaah | Or kitchen counter

Ki-yaah | Or wherever you kids decide to do it

A bunch of obscene emojis appeared on your screen, making you blush on the spot.

You | Do it?? We’re not doing anything. I’m home!

Ki-yaah | So, you’ve already done it?? HOW WAS IT??

Ki-yaah | Waaah, you’re quick these days, Y/N-ah! Finally, you’re learning your lessons

Ki-yaah | I hope you wrapped it up though

Ki-yaah | I wouldn’t blame you if you skipped it, though, I can imagine how starved you are on good sex.. Still, safety first!

Ki-yaah | Wait, so was he?? Any good??

Ki-yaah | You’re silent!

She typed so fast that you didn’t even have a second to write back, mostly from shock – your friend wasn’t always this shameless, actually.

Then she started calling.

‘Yah, why aren’t you spilling the beans?? Too worn out to type, bestie?’ She smirked on the phone, making you cringe.

‘Because there’s nothing to spill! I haven’t even gone over yet.’

There was a second of silence.

‘… What?!’

‘I have to change; I just came from work, you know? My makeup needs fixing too…’

Your phone instantly started vibrating as a video call request came in, which you begrudgingly accepted.

‘Damn, you can’t go like this. It’s not seductive at all!’ She exclaimed.

‘I’m not going over to seduce anyone! And he told me to wear something comfy…’

‘What?? Hm, actually…’ She tapped her index finger on her chin, deep in thought. ‘He does look like the type to be into that.’

‘I-into what?’

‘Cute girls! I told you already, he was probably crushing on you since the time he came to your housewarming party!’

‘Pfft, that’s ridiculous. And don’t bring up him allegedly glaring at Yeol for his stupid comments again, I beg of you!’

‘Alright. But he’s always so nice to you! Oh-Em-Gee, you’d look so cute together,’ she squealed.

‘I don’t have time for this. I can’t have him waiting for much longer, and I need to shower…’

‘Yes! And remove your makeup while you’re at it.’

‘Huh?? If I redo my makeup… isn’t it gonna look strange? Like I’m trying too hard?’

‘You won’t have to redo it. You’ll have only very basic nude makeup on. Looking all natural and cute.’

‘I swear, if you say ‘cute’ one more time-’

‘Can’t a girl dream?? I can already imagine how cute your children would be…’ Your friend kept musing.

‘I’m hanging up.’

‘Yah, take this seriously. Clean up nicely, and let your hair down. Also, shave your-’

‘Yuki!!’

‘You never know!! One second, he’s licking ice cream off his spoon; the other, he’s l-’

Quickly tapping on your phone screen, you canceled this embarrassing call. The vivid images didn’t leave your mind as fast, though, so you shivered, shaking your head to get rid of the obscenities.

‘She’s a bad influence, for sure,’ you muttered, still ashamed of yourself for imagining your neighbor in such a context.

The time was ticking, so you decided that Yuki was somewhat right and needed to clean up. You also needed to hurry the heck up; you didn’t want to make Baekhyun wait too long. Thirty minutes later, you were in front of his door.

‘Come in, come in,’ he ushered you inside, having you change your footwear for the pink house slippers.

Why did he have those again?

‘Cute, right? I ordered them for my niece and got the size completely wrong, but they fit you perfectly. I guess I wasn’t wrong after all.’

He looked at your feet for another second before blinking and clearing his throat.

‘Let’s not waste any more time, everything’s ready. Come on!’

Everything? Did he prepare a whole reception?

You took a good look at the back of his head as he walked you to his kitchen, noticing that his hair was slightly wet. Did he also shower? You swallowed at the thought. He probably didn’t invest as much time into the preparations as you did, though. You blamed your best friend for the inappropriate thought she planted in your head!

‘Here, take a look.’

He opened his freezer, and you gasped.

There was an entire collection of ice cream. Cones, popsicles, buckets… All different flavors and manufacturers.

‘I see you’re impressed,’ he smirked. ‘I have a niece and a nephew, you know? Kids aren’t easy to please these days.’

‘Can’t deny that I am. How many do you have here?’

‘No idea… I just keep buying them. Which one’s to your liking? You can try different ones. I’m in the mood for mint choco and lemon.’

‘Those are my favorites!’ You jumped up like a kid.

‘Really? Both?’

‘Yeah! I haven’t seen a lemon ice cream anywhere, only sorbets! Where did you find it?’ You closed the freezer as he got the two buckets out.

Baekhyun suddenly seemed pleased with himself.

‘You think I give away trade secrets just like that…’ He replied mysteriously.

‘I wanna buy some too,’ you pouted, circling around him while he took the lids off. ‘If you don’t tell me… I’ll eat all of yours!’

‘Ha, go ahead. There’s more where that came from,’ he teased right back, hovering slightly over you.

Lowering your gaze to avoid staring directly at him, you noticed something.

‘What’s this?’

Baekhyun turned back to the counter.

‘Ah, this old thing? You know how ice cream scoops are sold in paper cups or cones? This thing,’ he picked it up. ‘Is to make those. Watch.’

He dipped the instrument in water and shook it slightly, then scooped the mint ice cream, creating a smooth green ball with tiny pieces of chocolate adding to its hue.

‘Cool,’ you muttered, genuinely finding that fascinating.

‘Right? It’s awesome!’

‘Let me guess: the kids don’t appreciate it enough?’ You asked.

‘Those little- Here, you try with lemon.’ He pressed on a small lever and dropped the green globe into a bowl.

You shook your head.

‘I’ll mess it up; you do it.’

‘Come on, Y/N. You can’t mess it up; it’s just ice cream.’

‘Just ice cream? You don’t deserve to know the secret selling spots for this!’

He snorted, moving to the side to give you more space to try and repeat his previous actions.

You dipped it in water like he did and shook it before moving the lemon ice cream bucket closer. Spending about twenty seconds taking aim, you huffed.

‘I can’t do it! Yours is so round and pretty; I am not that professional.’

‘I’ll help,’ he chuckled at your meltdown, holding your wrist and softly pressing down on your hand to guide it. ‘Scoop it this way to make it full and round.’

You did as you were told, yet your mind was far away from the scooping technique. The entire focus of your being was now set on the unprecedented proximity you were in. He held your hand, his chest so close to your shoulder that you could feel the heat radiating off him. When you dropped a yellow ball of lemon ice cream into the bowl, you could only pray that he didn’t notice the goosebumps littering your arms.

‘See? Yours is even better-shaped than mine,’ he hummed close to your ear.

‘Y-yeah.’

As if sensing your perturbation, Baekhyun suddenly stepped back.

‘Trying just two flavors is a waste of an evening. Let’s get more.’

Ten minutes later, you were sitting in his living room at the small table in front of his couch. The bowl with at least a dozen different ice creams sat atop another one, which was filled with ice.

‘No one likes melted goo, right?’ Baekhyun chuckled while constructing this mobile freezer.

You tried all of them one by one, gushing about each flavor.

‘The grape one isn’t tickling my fancy,’ he said, nudging the oddly-colored glob away.

‘Really?’ You reached for it with your spoon.

‘Don’t even try it. That’s bad,’ he scrunched his nose. ‘I can taste every chemical they used to make this grape flavor.’

You laughed, trying it despite his protests.

‘It tastes like… very cheap jelly,’ you said.

‘Exactly! Such a strange texture. Hmm, I shall look for a better option then. My nephew Siwoo loves grapes.’

You smiled at his concern for his youngest family member’s preferences.

‘Your nephews must be the happiest kids in town with an uncle like that,’ you murmured, stealing a bite from the rest of the lemon ball that he subtly nudged your way earlier.

‘They’re pretty lucky, aren’t they?’ He agreed easily, earning a snicker from you.

As you savored the last of the lemon flavor on your tongue, he leaned in, eyes focused on your lips.

‘You eat just like Siwoo,’ he instinctively wiped your lower lip with his thumb.

Looking up at him, you caught the moment he realized what he was doing and retreated.

‘Sorry,’ he muttered awkwardly. ‘It’s a habit.’

Pressing your finger to your lower lip, which was now burning, you shook your head neutrally.

‘It’s okay. You must spend a lot of time with them,’ you scooped more in your spoon to somehow soothe the burn on your lips.

‘Not as much as I’d like. Most of the time, our schedules don’t match up, especially with them living in a different city. I try to have them over or visit them as much as possible.’

Baekhyun’s voice became warmer as he reminisced.

‘I get scolded by hyung a lot for spoiling them. But what can I do? At least they’ll have those pleasant memories and presents to remember me by while we’re apart.’

‘Are they close in age?’

‘About four years apart. Seoyul is pretty grown already; I can’t believe her little brother is going to school soon as well.’ He smiled, remembering something. ‘When she started her first grade, he was so upset. He cried every time she left the house.’

‘Aw, that’s so cute,’ you cooed. ‘So they’re getting along well?’

‘Yeah, apart from the occasional bickering. Siwoo is… a boy.’

‘A little daredevil?’

‘He’s driving his noona insane sometimes. To be honest, I was exactly the same at his age. We’re both lucky to have siblings several years older.’

‘Ah, so your hyung is much older than you?’

‘Seven years. He was almost like a father,’ Baekhyun chuckled. ‘But had he been even a couple of years younger… Pretty sure he would’ve given me a piece of his mind back then.’

‘I wouldn’t ever imagine that you were a maknae of your family.’

‘Why? I had so much aegyo as a child! Yes, my mom had to exercise lots of patience, but I was cute as hell.’

‘I’m sure that’s how it was,’ you hummed.

‘I’m still in the top-3 cutest of our family list. Might even be cuter than Seoyul at times; she’s way too serious these days.’

‘Wow, going over your nephews’ heads after the title… How mature of you.’

‘Hey, don’t blame me for being extremely cute.’

‘Show me some aegyo then,’ you challenged him with a smile.

‘Huh, you wish. You’re not ready for my aegyo, Y/N-ie.’ He responded sassily.

‘Is that so?’ You smirked, holding his gaze up until the chime of your phone provided an interruption.

Your bestie found a great time to pry into your business, which was evident from the message previews on the screen.

Ki-yaah | You’re not texting me back…

Ki-yaah | Which either means that you chickened out…

Ki-yaah | …or his stamina is REALLY freaking impressive

Ki-yaah | Which one is it??? I hope it’s the latter!

You inhaled sharply and started coughing, barely managing to swipe those messages off the screen before Baekhyun could see them.

‘Are you okay?’ He patted you on the back to help you overcome your coughing fit.

‘Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t realize it was so late… It was so rude of me to keep you up. Let me help you clean this up.’

‘Leave it,’ he shook his head, catching you by the wrist. ‘I’ll put this away later.’

‘I’ll… get going then,’ you stood so abruptly that your legs couldn’t keep up with you, completely numb from being in the same position for so long.

‘Y/N!’ Baekhyun rose to catch you by the arms. ‘Take a second, sit on the couch. Your legs must’ve fallen asleep.’

You swatted at your legs with your palms, urging the blood flow to restore quicker.

‘Sorry…’

‘Why are you sorry? I’m not in a hurry to get rid of you.’ He stated simply.

‘It’s just so late… and… you must have stuff to do.’

‘Nope. I actually had fun. I rarely get to sit around at home munching on ice cream and enjoying another grownup’s company.’

You bit your lip shyly at his words, and he suddenly tsked.

‘Although I feel like we were mostly talking about me. That’s a shame. I want to hear about you as well,’ Baekhyun mused, walking you to the door. ‘Well, let’s save it for next time.’

Next time, he said.

Next time??

You turned your back on him to conceal the shade of your cheeks and pretended to fidget with the doorknob.

‘Let me,’ he reached over you, pressing his warm chest to your back for a second to unlock the door.

But before you could step outside, his fingers wrapped around your forearm in a lax hold.

‘And Y/N… If you ever find yourself craving some lemon ice cream… I’m ready to provide it.’

With that, he pushed the door open and allowed you to leave his apartment.

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you for reading! Another BBH mini-series started 💫 I hope you enjoyed part 1~ Pls let me know what you think via comments, asks and reblogs, my darlings 💜 Also, I am very curious if you are picturing anyone in particular as Hoseok hehe 🙃

[thatsdemko]

jealousy, jealousy - p.gasly

masterlist

requested: y

pairings: pierre gasly x fem!reader

warnings: swearing + established relationship + jealousy + angst + teasing + hints of nsfw ideas

a/n: love me some Pierre 😌 feedback is always appreciated xx my requests are currently not open at this time.

he hates feeling the way he does right now. he sees all the drivers heads turn when you walked into the gala, it was his own fault for not protesting the short dress you’re wearing, so now he has to deal with his own consequences.

he doesn’t let you out of his sight— let alone grip. he’s afraid if any of the guys see you alone, they’ll make a move. he watches you laugh at something Charles was saying, he’s across the room with yuki but his eyes don’t leave you. he watches the way your hand rests above your cleavage while you laugh, it’s like you’re practically asking for him to stare there.

Pierre huffs out an annoyed sigh that you could practically hear from across the room, but you’re too wrapped into the conversation with Charles to care. your boyfriend could spend some time sulking in the corner, you didn’t need him attached at your hip. you knew the dress you had picked out would wow him, but you didn’t expect it to mean he would get jealous when others noticed how well dressed you were.

“I swear it was funny you just had to have been there— right Carlos?” Charles catches the Spaniard before he makes his way to lando, he nods along while Charles retells the story, he laughs at each line and adds his own two cents. the duo was always hilarious to be around.

Pierre’s eyes narrow in on Carlos, he watches the Spaniards eyes slip away from your face and to your chest, he nearly rises out of his seat to go over there, but he hears yuki scoff from beside him, “so protective learn to let her be.”

“next time you’ll have to include me in pranking pierre, I need to get back at him.” you say, head turning slightly in his direction catching his blue eyes glued to you. his fingers tips tapping the arms of the chair he’s sitting in, you notice something’s up with him.

“I better go attend to him before he blows up.” you bid your goodbye to the Ferrari drivers before waltzing your way over to your boyfriend who’s sitting up in his chair, legs spread he pats his thigh for you to take a seat on.

“why so sulky?” you collapse against his body feeling his hand rest against your ass as you press a kiss to his cheek, you hear yuki fake gag from beside him, getting up to leave you two alone.

“nothing, amour. you enjoy talking to Charles?” his hand squeezes your ass hearing a small gasp escape your lips at his gesture. considering the elegance of the event, you wouldn’t have expected him to be so touchy.

“Oui toujours.” you brush your lips against his cheek before getting up from his lap and adjust the dress further down your thighs in front of him. you know he’s watching you can practically feel the smirk against his lips, “not so jealous are you now huh?” you turn around, pressing your hands against each arm of the chair hovering over him.

“just got the best show of my life, how could I be?” his eyes flicker down to your chest, he can see the depth of your cleavage and just how close your breasts are against each other, “don’t bend like that in front of anybody else but me.” his eyes move upwards connecting with yours, a little smile spreading across your face, but his is far more serious.

“I think I’m going to go show lando a little something, I heard he’s single—“

“you kill me.” he groans watching you slip out of his sight. he decides to get up from the chair and refresh his drink, he’s going to need it with the way you’re acting.

“you act like anybody in this room is going to take her home.” Charles chuckles into his drink watching his friend glare at lando from across the bar awaiting his drink.

“the way she’s dressed people might forget.” he hisses at his friend taking the drink from the bartender and nearly downs all the contents in the glass, but Charles is there to stop him.

Charles snorts patting Pierre on the back, “can’t believe I’m saying this then go show her who she goes home to.” he didn’t need much convincing after that, he just marches around the bar until he gets to you. his hand slips around your waist and you don’t need to look to know who it is.

the whiff of his cologne is intoxicating, you knew it could only have been his. he sits in the bar chair, knee pressed against your ass while his hand that’s against your waist starts playing with the zipper of your dress. you’re trying your best to listen to lando, but the childish man beside you is making it damn near impossible.

“I’m sure Oscar will be a great mate to have with you this year. I’m always rooting for mclaren.” you feel the heat spread across your face feeling his hand slip from your back.

lando laughs pointing to Pierre’s shocked expression, you just turn to him with a sheepish smile, “what? I look good in orange.” you shrug turning to lando, he nods in agreement with you.

“you should be rooting for alpine, amour.” he hisses in your ear, but it’s loud enough for lando to hear as well. the Brit laughs making up an excuse to leave you two alone now.

“so jealous aren’t you?” you turn to face him, arms crossed over your chest pushing your breast closer together he can’t stand the sight of it.

“so needy for you, amour.” he takes your hand in his pushing you against the edge of the chair in between his legs, “you want to get out of here? I think I need to remind you who you belong to.”

“show me, gasly.”

[cheriladycl01]

My love, is mine all mine - Max Verstappen x Norris! Reader x Charles Leclerc Part 3

Plot: Norris' Twin sister is also a driver in the 2021 line up and is in her rookie era. Not only do the commentators struggle to now talk about the pair in the race, but they also struggle to talk about talent. What happens when two drivers find her eye-catching.

After the Charles incident you didn’t really know what to do. The next weeks to come you continued straight on from France into 2 rounds at the Red Bull Ring. Of course everyone was looking to Max for the wins as this was the home for the team.

Practice hadn’t gone well, and it was completely your fault.

You’d gone 12th fastest in FP1, however when your best friend from home surprised you at the track you had the time to confide in her.

You told her all about what had happened with your twin and with Charles and Max. She was just as shocked as you were.

You showed her everywhere while you guys went to get some snacks to bring back to your drivers room.

You ended up bumping into some of the drivers, but the one you stuck around the most was Max, he asked you how you were after the post France fiasco and you’d asked him to drop it.

He ended up changing the conversation to your friend asking who she was and you guys all spoke about that instead which as a delight for you.

Eventually Max needed to go for some kind of Red Bull test, and he left you two to get back to the McLaren Paddock.

You guys gossiped like two little girls until Zac and Nico your race engineer came into your drivers room telling you it was time for FP2.

After having that pep talk from Y/BF/N you went 2nd fastest only 0.3 of a second behind Max himself. You were glowing when you came out the car. Everyone was congratulating you and the McLaren admins were taking pictures and videos of you happily getting out of the car!

However, when you turned your head looking towards the garage entrance you couldn’t see Y/BF/N anywhere. You finished up your media duties, talking about the pace of the car and how your head was clear on the flyers you did in FP2.

You spent ages looking for you friend, you assumed she’d stay in your hotel room with you so you were looking for her all around the track.

You eventually gave up sending her a text instead asking where she was to which she sent a short reply explaining she was back at her own hotel.

You went back to yours, laying awake thinking of qualifying and how tomorrow would go.

You thought you’d have a really good day today, you woke up extra early having a nice hotel breakfast and going to the paddock in a really nice outfit from one of your clothing sponsors Versace.

But when you got the the paddock seeing Y/BF/N kissing Max Verstappen’s cheek you were confused. He handed her the jacket she’d been wearing yesterday and you couldn’t help but think the worst.

You wanted to confront him, but with FP3 coming up you knew it was about time you’d have to get ready so you try to ignore it as much as possible. However it was the only thing on your mind.

Max had been so nice to you in your first season. And you always fell for the nice guys, who turned out to be twats. But you didn’t think he was a twat.

If anything you were more upset at the fact that Y/BF/N had potentially lied to you about where she was, and you didn’t know why she would feel the need to do that.

FP3 was awful, and you went 17th fastest a stark contrast from yesterday. Mick in the Haas was faster than you and if that wasn’t a wake up call you don’t know what was. The only comfort was that your brother was P19, so it wasn’t just a you thing the car wasn’t at peak performance.

Come qualifying your cars performed better, especially Landos where he went all the way to Q3 taking second row in P4. You on the other hand only made it to Q2 and was left starting next to Sebastian Vettel behind Yuki Tsunoda and Carlos Sainz. You were hoping the Ferrari could give you a slip stream and you’d be able to move up to go for an overtake on George.

You started off really well, doing exactly as you said. You dived in between Carlos and Yuki, both distracted attacking and defending each other you managed to get ahead.

You stormed through the field overtaking Lance and George consecutively, your gotten yourself to P9, left to take over the Alpine and then make a move on Charles. However, Lance came up too close behind you going into turn 4 your car spinning out because of how he hit you in the side.

The car went straight into the barriers not stopped by the gravel and the car was buried. There was no way for recovery.

"Are you okay Y/N?" Nico asks and where you are so winded you don't reply for a second.

"Y/N are you okay?" Nico asks again, you have a little shake of your head now that you breath is back and not caught before you reply.

"Yes. I'm okay. I don't know what happened i was turning on the inside line and Lance was just in the side of my car and I spun out" you say, looking at your hands waiting for Nico to reply.

"Stewards are reviewing footage now, come back to the garage and we'll see you in medical" Nico says.

You switch everything off chucking the wheel out the car onto the gravel before pulling yourself up over the halo. Lance had managed to continue his race but would need to put for wing damage. You came back with a Marshall to the McLaren garage profusely apologizing to Zac who had come to see you from where he had been sat on the pit wall.

"It's okay Y/N! This is your first DNF, there's no need to worry okay? This wasn't your fault at all!" he tells you rubbing your shoulder. You nod and watch as he shows you the decision made by the stewards. Lance was being made to do a stop and go 10 second penalty.

The race ended with your brother up high in the points making up for your unfortunate end to the race and getting the team the much needed points.

All the post race interviews you were asked about the incident with Lance and whether you were happy with the decision made by the Stewards. You kindly explained that you trusted the FIA in their decision making and the penalty clearly paid off as Lance was kept out of the points.

As Lando had done really well, you agreed to take him out to dinner that night. You'd asked Y/BF/N if she wanted to come but she said she'd be staying at the hotel because something in the McLaren hospitality hade made her sick so she'd be having plain toast at the hotel.

You and Lando dressed up really nice as you were taking him to a fancy restaurant so you didn't have to deal with the agg of the media or fans as the crash had really taken a lot of your energy.

You were seated at a central table one where you both had a view of the whole restaurant which was perfect as you could both people watch and comment on all the funny things people were doing. It was a little past time you and Lando had since you were kids.

Where it was one of the nicest restaurants in Austria, you guys saw some of the other drivers. Lewis, Sebastian and Valterri came in, and sat 4 tables down from you both, then Charles and Pierre came in together and sat in the seats behind you.

You were just served your starter when you looked up to thank the waitress, when your eyes locked on Max Verstappen walking in with Y/BF/N.

“Y/BF/N?” You ask in shock, where you ask loud enough for them to hear both their attention is now on you and the rest of the people sitting in your vicinity also look up.

“I thought you said you were to sick to come celebrate with Lando and I?” You ask offended that she’d ditched your for someone else and not told you, you wouldn’t have had a problem if she’d told you.

Not only that but it irked you she was with Max and you didn’t know why.

Did this mean that she had in fact been with Max when she said she was in her own hotel room? Did she even have a room?

“What are you guys doing here?” She laughs awkwardly before looking up at Max who now looks like a deer caught in headlights.

“I told me Lando and I were going out for dinner, to celebrate?” You say as if trying to jog her memory.

“Yeah but let’s be for real it’s you and Lando, I would expect your celebratory meal to be McDonalds and class it as cheat day for your insane diet!” She exclaims making you recoil a little.

“Is that why you said no? Because you didn’t think we’d take you someone nice, so you went with the person that had the better offer?” You ask looking up at Max who was trying to avoid all eye contact by looking everywhere but you.

You couldn’t believe it, was your childhood best friend about to admit she was only your friend for the money?

“Y/N that came out wrong. Looks let’s just enjoy our nights out, and we can talk about this on the plane home tomorrow!” She offers reaching a hand out to you.

“Im not going home tomorrow, I have another race here next weekend. Me and Lando are staying here because it’s cheaper. I told you that the other day” you voice before going back to sit down with Lando and enjoy your meal.

The hostess guides them to the other side of the restaurant, as they didn’t want any more disturbances so both Max and Y/BF/N are out of sight.

“Hey are you okay?” You hear from behind you making you turn round to see Charles turned round on his booth seat looking at you, Pierre also sending you a kind smile.

“Im fine, why wouldn’t I be” you smile but it really is the furthest thing from the truth.

You try to enjoy your night, but it’s constantly playing on the back of your mind.

Taglist:

@littlesatanicassholebitch @hockey-racing-fubol @laura-naruto-fan1998 @22yuki @simxican @sinofwriting @lewisroscoelove @cmleitora @stupidandunnecessary @clayra-g @daemyratwst @honey-belden @moonypixel @lauralarsen @vader-is-hot @ironcowboycopnickel @itsjustkhaos @the-untamed-soul @beebo86 @happylittlereader @ziejustme @lou-larcher5 @thewulf @purplephantomwolf @chasing-liberosis @chillyleclerc @chanthereader @annoyingmoonballoon @summissss @evieepepi08 @havaneseoger08 @celesteblack08 @gulphulp @fandom1ruined2me @celebstories @starfusionsworld @jspitwall @sierruhh @georgeparisole @dakotatankbig @youcannotcancelquidditch @zzonsbeek @tallbrownhairsarcastic @mellowarcadefun @ourteenagetragedy @otako5811 @countingstacksandpanicattacks @peachiicherries @formulas-bitch @cherry-piee @hopexcroc @mirrorball-6 @spilled-coffee-cup @mehrmonga @bigsimperika @blueberry64857959 @eiraethh @lilypadlover @curseofhecate @alliwantisadonut @the-fem1n1ne-urge @21stcenturytaegi @dark-night-sky-99 @spideybv28 @i-wish-this-was-me @tallrock35 @butterfly-lover @barnestatic @landossainz @darleneslane @barcelonaloverf1life @r0nnsblog @ilove-tswizzle @kapsylia @laneyspaulding19 @lazybot @malynn @cassielikereading @viennakarma @teamnovalak @landosgirlxoxo @marie0v @jlb20416 @yourbane @teamnovalak @nikfigueiredo @fionaschicken @0picels0 @seomako @urdad-hot

[yu-gi-poll]

FINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monster Stats & Propaganda Under the Cut:

Winged Kuriboh is used by Judai Yuki (Jaden Yuki in the dub). Its stats are the following:

Attribute: LIGHT

Level: 1

Type: FAIRY / EFFECT

Effect Type: TRIGGER

Effect (according to the anime): “During the turn this card is destroyed, you take no Battle Damage.”

ATK / DEF: 300 / 200

Propaganda:

bruhhh that thing is so cute

You all thought Kuriboh was great??!!? Winged Kuriboh is even better. It's got all the things you love about Kuriboh (small, fluffy, adorable). The color palette is very slightly adjusted to be Better, and he's got cute lil wings. Also the card is foil. In terms of gameplay mechanics, OG Kuriboh gets you out of damage from ONE(1) fight, and only if it's still in your hand to discard. Winged Kuriboh has to be summoned, but ends battle damage for the whole turn. Narratively, Winged Kuriboh is with Jaden more than OG was ever with the Yugis, and they have conversations and are true friends.

hes just a kuriboh with wings, but is literally jadens little buddy at the start of the series… pls vote for the cutie here

I love Kuriboh!!

Rescue Cat is used by Momoe Hamaguichi (Mindy in the English dub). Its stats are the following:

Attribute: EARTH

Level: 4

Type: BEAST / EFFECT

Effect Type: IGNITION / CONDITION

Effect (according to the anime): “By sending this face-up card to the Graveyard, Special Summon 2 Level 3 or lower Beast-Type monsters from your Deck. The monsters Special Summoned this way are destroyed at the end of this turn.”

ATK / DEF: 300 / 100

Propaganda:

BABY MEOW MEOW!!!!

OBJECTIVELY THE BEST BECAUSE LOOK AT IT. This cat saves lives.

[silverstonesainz]

“ taking advantage of the fact that they're walking through a crowded place and holding their hand so that they "don't get lost"

for the frat au with jack :)

just in case, just because

hand holding & first kisses frat!jack x reader 1.2k words warnings: n/a

d rambles. . . again, took way to long n this was kinda lame. but i hope u liked it. thanks for requesting lovely!!

“i dunno…” you look back over at the house, the never ending flow of people walking in and out. it was packed— filled to the absolute brim with drunk college students and it didn’t quite look like your scene. 

“this can’t be new to you,” your roommate looks over at you in disbelief, already starting to take slow steps to the front of the frat house. 

it wasn’t. you had your fair share of parties, attended the best and the worst of them during your brief stint in college. but there was something different— something more intimidating about the double doors of the house. it was just different. 

but you would never admit that, not even to your roommate who knows you a little better than most. 

a girl manages to squeeze past the people pushing into the house, a sheen of sweat over her skin and her mascara smudged under her eyes. she looked worse for wear, but she wears an almost euphoric smile as she looked back into the house. 

“look at her,” you mumble to your friend, “the house just spit her up like that. it must be hell in there.” 

“oh stop looking for excuses, you’ve come home looking worse.” 

you roll your eyes, half amused. she isn’t exactly wrong. your roommate loops her arm through yours, laughing as she tugs you into the house. she’s a force, thank god, pushing through sturdy fraternity men and drunk girls, leading the two of you all the way to the bar. the air is thick, humid, you can already feel the sweat begin to form on your back. 

one poorly mixed drink and another push to the dance floor later, you were thoroughly soaked. you couldn’t enjoy the music, couldn’t enjoy the alcohol, couldn’t enjoy a damn thing. you leaned into your roommate, let her know you’d be back and that you needed a bit of air. she didn’t hear, and you took her lack of a response as an okay to go. 

you push past the heavy crowd, mumbling unheard sorries and ignored excuse-me’s. it felt like miles before you hit the clearing, before a rush of semi-cool air hits you in the face and puts your fiery skin at ease. you huff a breath of a relief, fanning yourself with your hand as you move deeper in the house. 

the kitchen is still full, but not nearly as bad as the dance floor. you make it back to the bar, smiling over at yuki as you yell for another drink over the music. 

and then you see him, snapback sitting backward on top of his head, laughing at his fraternity brother’s probable misfortune. his cheeks are rosy, an effect of the alcohol. he’s tipsy, happy, and completely unaware of the way you gawk at him. 

but he does turn his head eventually, catches you staring and makes you blush. he excuses himself from the conversation, squeezes past party-goers to get all the way over to you. and that’s when the air shifts— thick and filled with nerves. he’s what makes the difference. 

“hey sugar,” jack grins, slinging his arm over you. 

“hi jack.” 

he leans down, presses a wet kiss against your cheek, laughs when he sees the grimace on your face. you grumble complaints, none of which he can hear as he looks around the room. jack pulls you into his side, body heat radiating off him like it always done. and what is usually something comforting is now annoying. you feel yourself begin to overheat, irritation rising with your discomfort. you pull away from him, shrug off his hold as you take a step back. he pouts down at you, but the expression falls as soon as it comes. 

“what’s wrong?” 

“it’s so hot in here,” you yell, fanning yourself with your hand. 

the boy adjusts his hat on his head, revealing the beads of sweat that line where the brim of his hat lay. he looks around the room, “wanna go take a walk? cool off a bit?”

you nod. just about anything sounds better than being in that house at that point. anything. 

“lead the way.” jack holds his palm out, gestures you to step ahead of him. you don’t question why he doesn’t lead the way instead, considering his taller built. you allow your irritation lead the two of you through the heavy crowd, but it only takes you so far. even with jack’s hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you through, it only takes you so far. 

a couple blocks your way. and to the left another pairing and to the right very drunk sorority women who lack the concept of personal space. you were stuck, trapped in the center of the humid mosh pit of the frat house. you turn your head, pouting up at jack like a silent plea. 

you see the way he smiles knowingly, reads your expression with no trouble. he slides ahead of you, fingers intertwining with yours without a thought. you can feel you heart speed up, breath hitched in your throat. suddenly the hot air didn’t bother you as much, the sweat sliding down your back wasn’t as uncomfortable, and the lack of personal space as jack leads you through the crowd really wasn’t all that bad. 

jack squeezes past people with ease, pulls you along with him. with jack in the lead, it isn’t long until he’s yanked you out the door and into the cold air. you sigh in relief, head thrown back as you accept the cold fall air to kiss your skin. you hear jack chuckle, and you look up to catch his boyish smile as he watches your repose. his fingers are still interlocked with yours, curved so that you don’t slip away from him so easily. he lets you walk as far as both your hands would allow, before he’s pulling you back to him. you bump into his chest, hair over your face from the wind. he smiles, uses his friend to push the stray hairs to get a clearer view of you. 

“you look happy.” he comments. 

“i am,” you mumble, squeezing his hand. “you’re holding my hand.” 

he chuckles, squeezing your hand back, “i am. didn’t wanna lose you.” 

“and what’s your excuse now?” you tease, standing on your tip toes so that your noses brush. 

“just in case,” he mumbles, leaning forward ever so slightly. 

your heart speeds up as you catch his gaze fall from your eyes to your lips for split second. you catch a glimpse of his smile, feel it ghost over you lips before he presses into you. his lips are warm, taste like cherry and vodka. soft, sensual, jack kisses you like he has all the time of in the world. his kiss dims the world around you, renders the cold ineffective as his touch heats your skin. 

but he pulls away before you get too hot, panting softly as his eyes search yours for a bit of emotion. maybe regret, or discomfort— anything that might tell him that he just made a big mistake. but instead he sees your shy smile, you flushed cheeks as he leans in to press one more peck against your lips.  

“and what was that for?” you ask, nose still brushing against his. 

jack smiles, shrugs. “just because.” 

[jesswritesthat]

Iwaizumi Hajime: Brothers’ Best Friend

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: 2.5k, fluff

• It can be hard when you catch feelings for your brother best friend, but the least you can do is be mature about it and turn it into a game.

Warnings: a few insults

>>>>——————————>

Iwaizumi Hajime had been 5 things to you over the years, some you'd regretted, many you'd denied, but there's 1 he'd finally accept.

———

He was your ‘brothers’ best friend.

Even from a young age, Iwaizumi Hajime had always captured your interest - most would often sway towards Oikawa but considering he was your older brother figure as your families were quite close, you saw quite enough of him already.

To anyone, your favouritism was evident, including to Oikawas' parents who regularly took you to collect Tōru from his Volleyball club practices.

Gingerly you walked past the child players who varied in height but were all taller than you, some recognising you and side stepping so you could locate your targets faster.

All while Tōrus older sister filmed the humorous ritual. You strolled toward the familiar pair, Oikawa immediely breaking into a blinding smile and picking you up with a prideful greeting. Iwaizumi halted beside his partner whilst he lifted you (there was only 2 years between you but at this age you'd yet to grow).

However, it was not your brother you wanted - no, he held you in his arms only for you pout and kick in his grasp.

Adhering to his childish personality, the cute Setter scoffed whilst mumbling curses as he passed you to his best friend who had his arms open already, used to this familiar favouritism behaviour - a smug look sent to his partner as you settled immediately with a content grin.

Happily you allowed Hajime to manoeuvre you to a piggy back position and carry you over to your amused family.

"This'll be good blackmail in the future y'know, I think for all of you~" Tōrus sister finally pressing stop on the recording, you supposed that at her age she had it out for her 'siblings'.

———

He was a crush.

A phase you'd told yourself, just some ridiculous school girl crush that'd pass eventually because above all else, he was a good friend.

"Hi (Y/n), Iwaizumi is here y'know." Oikawas sister said it with a playful mirth to her silky tone, knowing smirk situated on her face upon seeing you light up.

"Iwa?! Really~"

"That's the guy you talk about, on the high school team with your 'brother' right?"

"Yes! You have to me him -them- c'mon." Eagerly you dragged your friend into the kitchen where the two volleyball players were conversing.

"Hey guys."

"Awh! Chibi-chan, did you miss me? I know I'm amaz—"

Fluently you ducked under his open arms, flying straight into the unsuspecting but easily prepared Iwaizumi who only groaned in reply.

"Tch, not as amazing as Iwa-chan apparently."

"You've grown (Y/n), and who’s your friend?"

"Yeah, that's how life generally works Iwaizumi, oh and this Yuki."

"Nice to meet you. Oi, careful, you sound like Crappykawa and one of those is enough thanks." Iwaizumi chided after introductions, leaving you shaking your head but excited to ask your next question.

"How was the game? God I can't wait to start Aobajohsai next year! I'll finally be able to watch you guys for real."

"We won 2-0. Next year you can come to our practices too. We still need a manager and since Crappykawa is going to be Captain, he might put in a good word."

"Not likely, especially since you'll take Iwas' side in everything." Oikawa sneakily replied, giving you a childish face which you naturally returned.

"That's because he's usually right Tōru."

Once finishing your conversation, you left for your own home like originally planned with Yuki, also glad she’d finally met the two most important people in your life.

“Wow, you’re big brother figure is really good looking~”

“Ew no, did you even meet Iwaizumi? He’s so cool, he’s the arm wrestling champion at Aobajohsai.”

“You know we don’t stand a chance, they’ll be thirds years whilst we’re first years.” She’d awkwardly added, but you remained charismatically confident.

“You’re not thinking ahead, I’ll have a chance one day but until then there’s a bunch of cute guys in our year.”

“Yes, speaking of, I finally got the courage to speak to Tadashi-kun today~”

———

He was a protector.

"Back. Off." Every word was deadly punctuated, standing as a warning all on their own without needed the back up of Iwaizumis dangerous glare.

"Who are you?!" The pestered had glowered, having followed you from your friends’ party that night.

"Take another step and you'll find out."

"Iwaizumi, it's fine— I can handle this." You had every intention to, but Iwaizumi stood protectively in front of you and fingers twitching to punch this scoundrel if he dared make a move to touch you, it was best to leave it.

"Whatever.” Then he was gone, storming off in the other direction much to your joint relief.

“(Y/n) you need to be more careful.”

“I was careful! That’s why I messaged Oikawa the second I noticed him following me.” Hold on, why the hell was Iwaizumi here then?

“Creeps will target students walking alone, especially ones like you.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’m not and idiot an— what do you mean ‘like me’?”

“What? You’re, y’know— you’re ours!” He seemed stifled by his response but he couldn’t exactly tell you it’s because you were considered attractive.

"You can stop treating me like a baby, I'm 16 Hajime! I can take care of myself, besides..." There was brief hesitation but your emotions were too strong. "I need to get used to you and Tōru not being around, don't I?"

It was a low blow, you knew that, but had every right to be angry at both the world and him, especially with that bubbling feeling of betrayal being so fresh.

"What? So protecting you suddenly means I'm treating you like a child?"

"What else would it be?" You bit back again, knowing by this point you were only being hurtful.

"That I—" A pause.

"That I care about you dumbass, is that so hard to believe? I know you're growing up but that doesn't mean me -or Tōru- are gonna stop looking out for you just because we're on the other side of the world."

"Sure it doesn’t, I'm going home." Despite his words being full of honesty, you turned your back on him and started walking.

"I'll walk you."

"No, I'll walk myself thanks."

"It wasn't a request."

Eventually you arrived at Oikawas’ house, storming in and ditching your shoes in his porch - the pretty brunette heaving a knowing sigh. Oikawa would give you a minute, Iwa having now walked into the house moments after without a word, and that’s when Oikawa followed your path and hesitantly knocked on his own bedroom door for entry.

"Don't be mad at Iwa-chan."

"Yeah yeah 'he's only trying to look out for you' and 'Hajime is protective over people close to him', heard it all before Tōru." Came your muffled reply, face hidden in your arms on the setters bed.

"...Guess you have but uh, this is different."

"Tch."

"It's because he's going to miss you, our Ace won't ever admit that but it's true. Not seeing you and dealing with our chaos all the time will be weird for him. You were near the top of his list to tell once he’d made his decision about California y'know?" Tōru sat tentatively beside you, a reassuring hand patting your back in aid of comforting you.

"Doesn't make it hurt any less, finding out I'm not only losing my big brother but his best friend too."

"You're more upset about me though right?" There was a preganant pause, quite honestly you weren't exactly listening but it was enough for Oikawa to sit abruptly from the bed. "Right?!"

"Tōru!"

"Fine fine, I'm taking that as a yes, but anyway, Iwa-chan just wants to make sure you're gonna be okay in life before he leaves (Y/n)."

There was another silence, a quiet sob escaping you that you’d desperately tried to cover up.

"…Where were you? I needed you Tōru and you weren’t there…"

You felt him cease up, the pain laced your voice and he knew it was partly because it’ll be this way for the foreseeable future, but this time wasn’t his fault.

“Iwa-chan was here when I got your message, he was out the house before I could even put my shoes on. So I waited here for when you came back.” They really were the best team. “Anyway, I’ll prepare my sisters old room for you to stay tonight.”

Awkwardly you shuffled into the kitchen, finding the Ace situated at the table, already changed into a t-shirt and joggers he had here and tiredly brooding over some freshly made tea.

"Hey..." The quietened whisper from your lips surprised even you, let alone Hajime who looked up from his cup with a softening frown.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, I um, I wanted to apologise. You were only trying to help and you even walked me home after I was a crappy friend so..."

"Anytime." There was a hanging silence again, hugging yourself a bit before the brunette awkwardly cleared his throat. "I uh, I understand you were upset, and butting in on the situation probably wasn't necessary so I'm sorry too. It just pissed me off."

"We're good then?"

"Yeah, we're good."

Pausing at the entrance, you sighed quietly - bare feet quickly tapping on the floor and before Hajime could check the origin you'd engulfed him from behind, arms wrapped around his chest and nose buried in the nape of his neck.

"I'll miss you too Hajime."

You heard his breath hitch, muscles tensing under your touch and tentative fingers gracing your own with a gently sigh.

Then you pulled away slightly, the same moment he'd looked back to you, gazes meeting for only a few sacred seconds like sharing a thousand words. Softly you smiled, both of you laughing as your fingers slipped from his figure and you'd walked back to the guest room. Only to find Oikawa sat expectantly on the bed waiting for you.

"You tell him?"

"Not quite. But I said enough."

———

He was a traitor.

Not a phase. It must be a familiarity thing then, Hajime had always been present in your life since you could remember. There wasn't a prolonged period of time when he hadn't been involved - at school, at home, with Oikawa, even on vacations, or via social media.

Maybe once he'd left, once he was no longer around, the constant familiarity wouldn't influence your feelings anymore.

For now though, when you were gifted a moment alone with him that’d likely be your last, you decided it couldn’t hurt to express your feelings. Calmly and nonchalantly.

"I like you Hajime."

"I like you too (Y/n)." He paused, soft and sentimental smile gracing his lips briefly as if resenting his next words. "But you know there's the age thing."

"I know, but I'm in it for the long game."

You could tell your confident statement caught him off guard, yes Iwaizumi knew the topic of conversation was to be handled with care but that didn’t mean he wasn’t perplexed by you.

"I don't want you to wait for me or anything, considering I'm heading to California."

"I had no intention of waiting, our paths will cross again. It's nice knowing you're out there, I'm out there, and we both know. That's enough." You shrugged, leaning back far too casually for the situation.

"Knowing we're both out in the world, I can play along with that."

"Besides, I'll win in the end Hajime."

"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure."

There was a playful smirk on your lips as you sat up a little straighter, hands clasped and head tilted in curiosity. "Well, date me now?"

"No way."

"Okay, then date me later?"

"..." Despite his snapping reply earlier, he now furrowed his brows in thought. "You don't even know what we'll being doing in the future."

"You're not saying no."

"..." A flicker of realisation when meeting your competitive gaze.

"See." You smirked. "That's what makes so sure."

"The long game huh?" Iwaizumi smiled "Count me in."

Oikawa joined you both then, stepping out onto the field and standing before your sitting figures.

"I'm still going to hate you though." A playful punch hitting Iwaizumis’ shoulder as you rose to your feet. "For leaving. I can't hide those feelings very well."

"I know, and it's okay. Hate me for as long as you need to."

“You two done? Let’s go~”

However it was the text later that night which left you more confused than ever.

[ Iwa: Finally. ]

[ (Y/n): Huh? ]

[ Iwa: I didn't give you an answer earlier, so that's it. ]

[ Iwa: Date you finally. ]

[ (Y/n): What does that mean? Eventually??? Later??? Iwaaaaa!!!! 😭 ]

[ Iwa: You're playing the long game remember?  So you'll just have to wait I guess. Anyways tell Shittykawa he better be up early tomorrow, night (Y/n) x ]

[ (Y/n): Tōrus' right, you are mean! 💀 ]

———

He was a friend.

"Someone grew up good." Iwaizumi nodded to you in greeting when you’d shown up to Oikawas’ family home, yourself gladly embracing the former traitor.

"Iwa-chan! That's my little chibi-chan!" Oikawa was quick to chastise, even at your expense.

"Tōru I'm not so little anymore, I'm a grown assed human with a job and rent for crying out loud!"

"With a petty attitude to boot." Oikawa mocked, sticking his tongue at you like you were children again.

"Wonder who they got that from Crappykawa?"

"How dare you compare me to him Iwaizumi?! That's it, we're enemies now - prepare to lose."

"I just got back from California, can't we do things normally for once? Like unpack, then celebrate my graduation by going out for dinner together like old times?"

Yourself and Oikawa looked at each other with offended expressions, mirroring smirks etching onto your lips once you'd set your attention back on an irritated Iwa.

"Nope!" You devilishly grinned, Oikawa already holding up Mario Kart controllers as he finished off.

"We're going to my place to have a tournament, loser buys dinner!"

"Idiots."

“Woah, us ‘idiots’ threw you a graduation party. We’re the best friends ever, you should be thanking rather than insulting us y’know.” Oikawa pointedly corrected referring to the destination later tonight.

“Yeah, when Tōru got back from the airport, we even tried making you a cake!”

“Guys… thanks so much…”

“Iwa-chan, congratulations on your graduation.” Tōru proudly cemented, next you gladly followed. “And welcome home.”

———

He was the love of your life.

It was a beautiful summers night in Tokyo, and you'd come to congratulate Iwaizumi on his recent job offer as the Japanese Olympic Volleyball Teams fitness trainer.

You didn't think you'd be sitting beside him staring up at the stars though, a blissful warm breeze allowing you to truly feel the moment.

It seemed Iwaizumi was the same, content smile upon his face.

"It's nice to see you (Y/n), I'm glad you made it."

"Well it's easier when you don't have to catch a flight from the other side of the world." It was evident to whom you’d referred, his absence always being felt in some way.

"Heh, yeah I got to speak to him over video chat though."

"Ugh that means he didn't get the slaps he deserves." Was your witty reply, Iwaizumi laughing alongside you.

"Nah, but don't worry I managed to scold him for anything ridiculous he came out with."

"Like beating everyone?"

"Exactly. With the team I'm gonna train, I'll kick his ass." It amazed you, that even as best friends their rivalry continued into adulthood.

"I hope you both do well Hajime."

"Hm, I hope Japan and Argentina get to face one another most of all."

"You miss him."

"Yeah." A sentimental smile and Iwa turned to you. "And I miss you too."

The atmosphere once again settled into that of comfortable tranquility. You supposed there was only one last thing to say then.

"Well Iwaizumi Hajime, I have one last question for you tonight."

"I know, you've been waiting. So go ahead." It was a challenge, the brunette facing you with an expectant smirk that matched your own.

"Date me now?"

"Don't you remember? I said date you, finally."

"Finally?" You mimicked again, still not knowing what he’d meant by that phrase.

"Guess the long game is over now huh?" Iwaizumi shrugged nonchalantly, despite his mocking tone which only left you sarcastically retorting.

"Shut up asshole."

"It meant, I may not have been your first love (Y/n), but I have every intention of being your last." His sentiment surprised you, especially if this is the thought he had when typing that text all those years ago. "If that's okay with you obviously."

"It is Hajime, then it's your call."

"(Y/n), will you finally go on a date with me?"

"No." You'd said it proudly, Hajime only knowingly smirking. "You don't get to take the victory lap now. This is my game, and I asked you first. You owe me an answer."

"Ah man, it was worth a shot but the only true loss here is missing the chance to be with you so yeah."

"Don't get all sappy on me Hajime! It doesn't suit you."

"Hey! I said I'd date you (Y/n), aren't I supposed to be a little sentimental with that." Though he seemed confident, Iwaizumi hadn’t hidden his blush very well.

"You might want to make another call to Oikawa, I'm sure dating his 'Chibi-chan' will have him back here in no time. Don't you need his permission huh?"

"Already got it." Iwaizumi seemed smug about it, no doubt probably asking prior to this encounter since he already knew what you wanted to ask - but you had your own surprises.

"Funny, I did too."

"You asked his permission to date me?!"

"Duh, you're his best friend. I got permission before you even left for California~"Not explicitly, but you assumed Oikawa had always known how you felt.

"You really had me from the start didn't you?"

"Yeah, but you had me too Iwa.”

Iwaizumi Hajime was (and had been) your everything. But you were always his everything too.

<——————————<<<<

[ Masterlist ]