Damn, ig people rlly like my recent Blade fic like đ§đ§
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yeah sure that's how i'll [re]come out
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The most I've wrote of Reticent in the past couple of days is some Mikey and Raph banter I wrote whilst at the cinema which I only stopped writing cause some kids around my age sat behind me and I got scared
Being a writer is so great!!!!
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I Want You to Stay (Series Masterlist) | JJK
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags:Â boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels (Whatâs Wrong with Secretary Kim-inspired); angst, drama, fluff, smut
Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk thatâs probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)
Word count:Â TBD
Status:Â Ongoing
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isnât the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesnât smile, he doesnât appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
Inspiration: Stay by Mikky Ekko
A/N: Hiii I am BAAACK! đ«Ą This story is finally seeing the light of day after 3 years. I feel a little rusty, especially this being my first new JK series in 1.5 years! But it's also been a bit rough getting back into writing (and in Tumblr) after so long and after the year that was, so there won't be a schedule for chapter releases and I'll probably be a lot slower than usual. I wasn't sure if I was gonna go back to writing but I realized that I've missed interacting with you guys and screaming about stories so I do hope you give this some love. Fair warning that it's a really slow burn and some scenes are reminiscent of k-dramas. There are also sensitive and triggering topics so please proceed with caution!
And lastly, my biggest love and deepest gratitude to @wonwoonlight who's been the sweetest and loveliest person to talk to about everything, including this story. đ«¶đŒ I give her credit for her amazing photos of Seoul (check moodboard) and for being the playlist manager. Please send her love as well!đ
Season 1 -> Playlist đ¶: on the way home
Episode 1 (wc: 12k)
Episode 2 (wc: 11.9k)
Episode 3 (wc: 14.8k)
Episode 4 (wc: 11.4k)
Episode 5 (wc: 14.8k)
Episode 6 (wc: 14.6k)
Episode 7 (wc: 15.4k)
Episode 8 (wc: 17.4k)
Episode 9 (wc: 18.4k)
Episode 10 (wc: 20.6k)
Episode 11 (wc: 23.5k)
Episode 12 (wc: 24.7k)
Episode 13 (wc: 29k)
Episode 14 - End
Season 2 (??)
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Endless Summer || j.jk
~ Pairing: jock!Jungkook x nerd!reader
~ Genre: academic rivals to lovers , fluff, angst, smut, college au, slowburn
~ Summary: Summer vacation was right around the corner. Being in a program that required you at the beach every day was a big pro. After seeing Jeon Jungkook at the same beach as you everything was ruined. Jungkook was the schoolâs heartthrob. Girls throwing themselves at him left and right, going to parties every other day, and coming in and out of those parties with different girls. Not to mention heâs the biggest dick youâve ever met. Avoiding him was in your best interest. His being there threw avoiding him out the window. Summer canât be that bad. Right?
~ word count: 13.4k
~ Warnings: golden era!jk (yes this is a warning) oral (m & f receiving), doggy, dom!jk, sub!reader, dirty talk, unprotected sex (be smart), aftercare, so much fluff!
~ A/n: God, this is my first time writing ever!! I really hope this finds the right audience and readers please enjoy. i pray this doesnât come off as a boring story pls pls show some support, itâd be soooo appreciated đ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ! Happy reading!
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For the past thirty minutes you sat staring at your suitcase still trying to figure out what the hell to pack for the next months. The program that you joined had asked everyone if they wanted to go on a trip for extra credit to work for the beach down by Busan for junior year. Not that you needed it, you had zero plans made for this summer.
Nikiâs out of town visiting her family for the summer and Soheeâs out doing what Sohee does, probably out exploring abandoned places or getting high somewhere. Who knows? You decided to get up and start packing. You walked over to your closet to skim over your outfits and carefully picked out a few outfits for the next few months. After two hours of packing, your phone dings with a notification from Niki
Niki: omg canât believe itâs summer already! have fun on your little trip down to Busan. If anything happens call or text me right away! Luv ya!
You smile down at your phone. You and Niki have been friends for years, you first met in your freshman year of high school. She taught you everything, from how to do your make-up and style your clothes and all that fun stuff. Funny how you both got into the same college and ended up sharing the same dorm. Sheâs gone around the campus having different guys in and out. You would say you guys are complete opposites. You would rather stay in and watch a movie or something instead of going out and partying with drunk college students and grinding my body against sweaty skin.
After finishing up the last of your packing you respond.
Me: heyyy, omg I know! The school year went by so fast, say hi to your mom n dad for me and give Nani kisses for me! And of course, youâll always be the first to know everything! Luv u too! Enjoy your summer âĄ
Putting your phone down, you check when you are supposed to leave and meet everyone at the train station. The ticket said 8:00 am. You set your alarm for tomorrow and get ready for bed. Checking your phone for the last time you turn the lights off and drift off to dreamland.
~
Waking up to your alarm clock blaring in your ear. Itâs near 6:00 am, you get up and start getting ready. Walking into the bathroom you bring out your skin care routine. After finishing up and brushing your teeth, you go back to where your vanity is and start with your makeup.
Choosing what to wear was easy, you chose a simple outfit. An oversized black hoodie, black parachute cargos, and white gamma forces. You come out of your room to the living room and take your bag off the counter and get the rest of the bags for the trip. The drive to the train station took longer than expected. Traffic was horrible. The ride was said to be only about 30 minutes, you ended up getting there about an hour later.
After blasting music on the way there you had finally arrived, you see a few of your classmates from previous classes and walk up to say hi. âYunjin!â You shouted her name, catching her attention.
She waves at you and starts making her way over. âOh my god hey girl!â She goes in for a hug and starts talking about the next two months. âThis is so exciting! Iâve been waiting for this trip for so long, I hope we get free time because Iâm too exhausted from all those tests.â She says with low shoulders. Out of nowhere she gasps and turns to you âYouâll never fucking guess who I just sawâ You look at her with a curious face âWho?â she leans in closer âJeon Jungkookâ. Your face had gone red. Hearing Jungkookâs name coming out of her mouth left you shocked. Not forgetting the history, you and the boy had.
It all started in junior high in the 7th grade. You had finished your final tests of the year, and the scores were finally out for everyone to see. As you walked up to the board, expecting to read your name first as it always is on top of the board. Standing behind a tall boy with dark raven hair you moved to the side to peek at the score you had got.
Before you could even take a glance at the highest score the boy yells close to your ear. He jumps in the air and says âLETS FUCKING GOâ he turns around and notices you, he looks you in the eye before walking away. You go up to the board and look for your name. Right above your name is Jeon Jungkook.
You couldnât believe your eyes that he out of all people managed to score above you. You glare at him and say âHey! Did you cheat?! Thereâs no way you have the highest score after me when you couldnât even place last year!â He scoffs at you and looks at you with narrowed eyes âIâve earned that spot being last doesnât feel good right? Stop being such a conceited bitch and learn how to share the board. Accept you're not the smartest in the schoolâ he snares and walks away. You had felt a surge of anger towards that day and couldnât stand to be around him for the rest of your life. You promised yourself to avoid any contact with Jeon Jungkook and to make sure he never topped you again.
After staring at him for atleast five minutes you snap out of your thoughts. Looking over at Yunjin you say âWhat is he doing here? Iâve never seen him attend any of the meetings or give any interest in the programâ she looks back at you after looking at him âYeah, he and Yuno are close friends. I guess he brought it up to him and took it upon himself to ask Jungkook to the tripâ she shrugs. You glance over at him again and see him talking to Yuno. You never noticed his pretty features. You hadn't seen him since you bumped into him at the cafĂ© all those months ago. His hair got longer, he has more piercings, and a lot more tattoos on his right arm. Has he always looked this good?
No, thinking like this is wrong. You needed to remember all the cruel names he called you. You decided to look away after hearing the announcements on the speaker. âTrain number 7 now boarding.â is heard. Going to grab your things a hand is placed on top of one of yours. You look up and you're met with those same eyes that looked at you with hate.
âYou need help with that?â he smiles at you âNo thanks I got itâ. You quickly take the bag from his hand and board the train. Luckily, you had moved quickly enough so you could get a shared booth with Yunjin. You place your bags in the overhead compartment and get settled. It would take you about 3 hours to get there. Now settled in your seat you lay back with your head resting on the head rest and blast your music. Just as you became relaxed you felt your hoodie become wet with liquid.
âOh shit, my badâ he says
You look up at the voice. Of course, itâs him. Jungkook looks up at you and rolls his eyes.
âNice going dumbassâ you say under your breath.
Yunjin grabs tissue from her purse to help and says âGod, what the hell is his problem? He really had the audacity to walk away and not even apologies.â she said.
After heading to the washroom and putting on an extra T-shirt you had in your bag you walk back to your seat but not before you look up to see Jungkook, watching as you walk past him, you turn your head forward and sit back into your seat. This is going to be a long ride.
~
Arriving at the dorms was a hassle. Taking everyone's stuff off the train was a breeze but sorting everybody into two buses was more difficult than it should have been. Surprisingly enough you and Yunjin ended up sharing a bigger dorm with two other girls, Irene and Jini. You and Irene shared the same economics class and Jini had recently signed up for this program.
You walked around the building and noticed a pool and a hot tub placed in the back. The kitchen area was big enough for atleast fifteen people. Walking back to the common area, everyone went their own ways into their rooms and decided to meet up around one for lunch. After opening the door to your home for the next two months, you were met with the most beautiful window view. Looking out to the beach you could see the waves crashing against the shore and people enjoying their time with their families and loved ones.
After taking in the view, you walked over to your bag to pick an outfit out for lunch. You lift up one of the outfits you had picked out while packing. Touching up your makeup and getting your shoes on, you all leave to head down to meet everyone in the common area. As you walked out of your dorm, you were (yet again) met with the sight of Jungkook as you looked at each other. His dorm is right across from yours. Great! You had thought, this summer couldnât get any worse. He looks at you up and down, smirks and walks away.
~
You walk down the stairs to see a few people waiting. As you were waiting, you met up with Irene and Jini, Yunjin was still getting ready as were a few other people. Looking around the room you catch Jungkook taking a glimpse of you with his hands in his pockets. He wore a fitted T-shirt with his arm full of tattoos on display along with cargo pants. You make eye contact with him for several seconds before looking away to find Yunjin.
Finally, everyone in count went into separate cars and explored what the city had in store for them. Busan was a big city; there was so much to do. An option you had was to look around for places you could eat at while you spent your time there. You decided to walk around and look at the stores. A small old lady had her hand out waving you over to her stand. âI have a beautiful bracelet that has your name written all over it,â she said.
âItâs really pretty but I'm not looking to buy anything right nowâ you kindly declined her offer
âPlease have it for free, it compliments you so wellâ she raises her hand with the bracelet
It was decorated in white shells and blue starfish charms. You took the bracelet from her hand, and you thanked her. Finished figuring out where to settle you chose a restaurant that wasnât far from where the car was parked.
Finding a table wasnât difficult. The place wasnât packed besides a few of the other students that chose the same spot were empty. The empty space was filled with the noise of the bell at the top of the door, you look up to see where the noise had come from and thatâs when you see Jungkook. He stood there with Yuno and the rest of his other friends. He goes to sit at a table near yours.
You made eye contact, and he scoffed. You roll your eyes at him, and he speaks up
âAre you following me or something? You seem to be everywhere I am.â
You glare at him âAre you sure it's not the opposite? Every time I look up you happen to be where I am every single timeâ
He looks at you like you're mental âI think someoneâs a little stalker we chose this place before you guys walked inâ he sneered at you.
You look up to him and cross your arms, âI think the one obsessed is you, every damn time I look up there you are literally staring into my soul, what the fuck is your problem.â
âNo problem here like you said I just happen to be here when you areâ he shrugs
âAssholeâ you mumble
Walking back to your table you feel his stare burning into the back of your head.
When you excuse yourself to the bathroom you couldnât help but look up at Jungkook. He was laughing with his friends with his hands on his lap; manspreading. âGod, damn it does he have to be so fineâ You mumble under your breath
After freshening up you walk back to the table, and you see a girl next to him. Sheâs touching on his tattooed arm and giggling at what he said. You felt this weird sensation in your stomach. Was it jealousy? No way, but he canât possibly be that funny sheâs holding her stomach.
Walking back to the girls and sitting back down. Irene notices something off about your mood.
âHey, are you okay?â Irene placed a hand on your back.
âYou look a little redâ You take your phone out to check your face. You needed to calm down.
âOh, itâs just getting a little hot in here is all.â She gives you a soft smile and nods her head
After lunch was over, you decided to take a walk around the city to look around and find something to do to pass the time. Jini had found a photo booth near one of the stands selling handmade pictures âGuys!â she exclaimed âLetâs take some pictures!â Ten poses later, Yunjin found a bakery and got something to snack on while you looked around. After waiting for Yunjin and Jini you all decided to hang out and look at the scenery.
~
Walking back to the dorms it was sunset hour. The walk back to the dorms was breathtaking. The sun was setting low over the horizon, and the sounds of the waves crashing were soothing. When you got back to the dorms everyone filed to their rooms to relax and figure out the plan for what to do for dinner. You ended up texting Niki and telling her about today.
Me: Omg Niki, today was our first day of the beach program. We went out and explored Busan. Itâs so beautiful over here I wish you could see for yourself.
Me: But youâll never guess who Iâm spending the next two months with
I wait for her to respond. It only takes a couple seconds until I see the three grey dots pop up on my screen.
Niki: Aww I miss you so much we should take a girl's trip soon! But pleaseeee tell me itâs not who I think it is
Me: Jeon Jungkook
Niki: NO YOURE LYING
You chuckle at her response
Me: Iâm being serious
Niki: I thought he was stupid and didnât show up to the meetings how did he know about this trip?
Me: Supposedly heâs friends with Yunoâs group and Yuno told him about the trip.
Waiting another few seconds until the three dots appear again.
Niki: Of course, heâs friends with them they all fuck around especially Jungkook
Me: Youâre right, I shouldâve known they were friends. Anyways I gotta get ready for dinner soon, Iâll update you if anything else happens.
This time she takes a few minutes
Niki: Alrighty! Enjoy your dinner and you BETTER tell me everything! I love you and stay safe!
You smile at her last text. Putting your phone down you start to get ready for tonight. The mentor wanted everyone to have dinner together so they could discuss the plans for tomorrow. Deciding to take a shower to wash off the sweat from todayâs adventures and redo your makeup in a different style. You curled your hair and chose different shoes, deciding to go with low pumps to make walking around easier. The dress you had picked out was a simple little summer dress with small flowers decorated all over.
~
Walking downstairs you see Jungkook with Eunwoo talking. Heâs cladded with a black blazer with a white shirt underneath paired with black dress pants and white shoes. In all honesty he looked handsome tonight. His hair is slicked back and he's wearing a chain around his neck with rings on his fingers.
As you make your way down the stairs, he looks up from Eunwoo to you. He looks back down and finishes his conversation with a smile.
âHe looks like heâs about to eat you alive. I donât blame him; you look so goodâ Yunjin says
You smile at her and compliment her back âOh my God, are you kidding? You took my breath away the second you walked out of the room; I love your makeupâ you say giggling. The mentor comes up and introduces himself when everyone seems to be present.
âHello everyone, my name is Mr. Kwan I will be in charge of everything that goes on around here and I will be announcing our activities for the next month or so.â
You look around and your eyes land on Jungkook. Heâs standing next to Yuno now with his arms crossed. He must have felt your stare because he turned his head towards you and then to the floor. You can make out a faint smirk on his lip. You look away with a confused expression and take your phone out to check if you have something on your face. Not seeing anything you shake it off and turn your attention to Mr. Kwan
âTomorrow is when we start your tasks. I will assign each of you to a job and thatâs the task you must do for that week, every other week each group will switch tasks. You will get to have a day off as a break. Do I make myself clear?â Mr. Kwan says.
There's a mix of yeses and head shakes. He takes out a clip board and tells us what to do next. âOkay, I have two boards with the list of names, please take turns finding your name on either one of theseâ He places them down on a table and asks, âAny questions?â One of the many students, Vernon, raised his hand and asked, âCan we go out after hours?â
âNo, everyone should be in their rooms with lights off, no sneaking out or bringing outside guestâ As you walk over to the beach cleanup board and find your name nowhere to be seen. Finally walking to lifeguard duty, there your name was. But right under it say. Jeon Jungkook.
This means youâd have to spend the next two months in the presence of Jungkook. Shaking your head, you turn around back to Yunjin to figure out what she had gotten. But instead, you're met with a firm chest. Looking up to meet the face of the person you see him; he has his hands on your elbows to stabilize me.
âWatch where youâre going.â he says with furrowed brows.
He lets go of you and walks over to the clip boards. You hear him chuckle.
âWhatâs so funny?â You asked him.
He turns around to face me and says, âI have to spend my days at the beach with you? For two months? Iâm going to die if I even spend another minute with you.â he shakes his head pinching the bridge of his nose.
âYeah, well Iâm not so fond of you either Jeon. So, stop bitching about it, Iâm not excited about it eitherâ with that I roll my eyes and walk away.
~
At the restaurant everyone picked their own tables. You see Jungkook a few more tables down from where youâre sat, thank God. You took your seat next to Yunjin and talked about the events for the upcoming week.
âWhat did you get for this week?â I asked her.
âI have clean up duty. I heard the weatherâs supposed to be nice so Iâm not too worriedâ You clear your throat and sit up in your seat. âI have lifeguard duty and guess who Iâm with.â You look over to Jungkook and he has a grin on his face with his arms crossed and his head tilted down.
âOh no.â she says placing a hand on your arm
âI have to spend the next two months with him every single day. I donât know how Iâll surviveâ you say rubbing your head.
~
Nearing the end of the dinner everyone gets up to leave and go back to the dorms. The restaurant was only a few minutes away, so some decided to walk. Those âsomeâ being you and your group, Jungkook and his, and a couple of other students. As youâre walking, you see Jungkook walking aside Yuno.
He has his hands in his pocket and heâs looking out at the beach. It looked beautiful tonight, the moon lit up the sand and the stars were beaming. Not looking at where you were stepping, you had tripped over your feet and waited to hit the floor. But you never made contact.
Instead, you feel a strong set of arms around your waist, and when you open your eyes; you see Jungkook looking down at you. You stayed still for a few seconds before he lifted you back up. His hold tight around you tight
âBe careful, idiotâ he said before letting go
I stared at him. You had question why he didnât just stand there and let you fall. He turned around to catch up with his friends and continued to walk back to the dorms like nothing happened
~
Back at the dorms everyone goes to their respected rooms and gets ready for bed. As Irene went to turn off the light, she heard a knock on the door. You get up from the bed and check to see who it is. When you open the door and youâre met with Jungkook and Yuno. Yuno speaks up and says, âWere going out, if you wanna join us you can.â Irene and Jini walk up to me
âWhoâs at the doorâ Irene and Yuno meet eyes. He smiles at her.
âUm, were just gonna go out and hang, I was just saying that guys can come and join us if you want.â
âUh yeah sureâ she says.
âAlright, cool meet you guys down there in a fewâ You go to look up at him, but Jungkook had already had his eyes on you looking you up and down smiling. Thatâs when you realized youâre in a Hello Kitty pajama set. Looking down you quickly push past Irene and Jini.
Yunjin was fast asleep already, quietly making your way to the bathroom to get the stuff you need and change out of your clothes. You end up wearing a plain gray T-shirt with black baggy sweats
Finally done putting makeup on, only putting on some light foundation and lip gloss, you put on some white sneakers and start to head out with the girls. Closing the door softly, you walk out and see Jungkook with his arms crossed and back against the wall next to his door. He looks up and says, âWhere are your Hello Kitty pajamas?â he chuckles. you stopped to glare at him and walk away. Before you could reach the first step, you felt his grip on my arm.
âArenât you scared were gonna get caught little miss goody two shoesâ he raised his eyebrows.
âGo away, Iâm only going out because YOUR friend invited us, and all my other friends are going out with you guys. I donât want to be stuck in the dorm not doing anything.â
âAnd donât judge my Hello Kitty pjâs I saw the big ass plush sitting on your bed when I went to go downstairs earlierâ
He stops for a minute as he watches you ascend down the stairs. Hearing his loud footsteps following close behind you. Reaching the bottom of the stairs you see your friends waiting for you.
âWhat took you so long?â Jini asked
âAsk himâ you point at Jungkook
âSo where are we going?â you asked
âThereâs a bonfire my friend is hosting. Thereâs gonna be so much we can do, I canât stay in that tiny ass dorm all dayâ Yuno exclaimed. As youâre walking to the beach you feel someone walking next to you. Jungkook looks straight ahead as you make your way down to the bonfire. His hair is still damp from the shower he took, heâs wearing a gray crewneck with black shorts. His hands in his pocket he speaks up âWhy are you on this trip?â
âI could be asking you the same thing. I havenât seen you at a single meeting yet now all of a sudden, youâre interested?â
âOh? So you pay attention to me now?â he looks down smiling
âNo, itâs just that you never cared or even bothered listening to what anyone said about this program so now do you feel the need to participate in it?â
He looks everywhere but you.
âI donât know, I heard someone was going to be here and decided fuck it and signed up.â he shrugs with his hands behind his back. You look up at him with a curious look on your face. As you were about to speak up you hear Yunoâs voice
âYo, JK we could use a little help over hereâ
Jungkook looks back at you and says ïżœïżœGotta go, donât go tripping when Iâm not here to catch youâ he winks at you
He runs down to help the guys and youâre left confused.
~
Everyone was surrounded by the fire, drinking, and having a good time. Jungkook is across from where youâre sitting and heâs laughing about something his friend said. He looks up and meets your eyes and you quickly turn your head to look away. From the corner of your eye, Jungkook stands up to walk to the cooler next to him. He picks up a cool beer and makes his way over to you. He hands you the beer and sits next to you.
âHow do you like it so far?â he asked
âWhy are you being nice to me? You acted like you hated me the whole dayâ your eyebrows furrowed
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou know what itâs getting late, and I donât have time to deal with you right nowâ
He stands up as the same time as you and grabs your arm âWaitâ, you stop and look at him
âAt least let me walk you back to the dormsâ
Hesitantly agreeing, he lets go of your arm and you both make your way back to the rooms.
~
Itâs the first day of your tasks. Everybody separates into different cars. The beach youâre working at is only a 30-minute drive. All the seats are taken except for the one next to the person you prayed you wouldnât have to see until you got to the beach. Jungkook looked at you and looked down on his lap. You finally went to sit down next to him. You put your earphones in and blast your music so you wouldnât have to hear him talk.
You wake up with your head heavy against something. When you open your eyes and feel Jungkookâs head on top of yours and your cheek against his shoulder. Immediately you raise your head âwaking him up in the process- and hop out of the car.
Taking in a deep breath you walk over to the ledge of the hill the cars parked at and look over the edge. You close your eyes for a moment to take in the salty air of the sea. The wind is blowing your hair out of your face. Little did you know Jungkook was staring at you; admiring the way you looked so relaxed. After a few more seconds you turn your head and walk over to the car to grab your stuff
You already had your swimsuit on under an oversized T-shirt and some shorts. It was an open back black one piece you had bought the day prior to coming on the trip. You carry your bag down the sand but feel it lift off your shoulder. You look up and see Jungkook carry it all the way down to your stations.
âOkay everyone, listen upâ Mr. Kwan yelled
âI have assigned everyone a partner to work with for the next week, please come up to me and tell me your nameâ
As you walk up to Mr. Kim you tell him your name and he tells you who he paired you with. Surprise again youâre with Jungkook. He calls him over and tells him what he told you. Jungkook looks down at you and you look up at him. He smirks and walks back to where he set your things. Following behind him you unpack your things.
You grab your sunscreen, squeeze a dollop into your hand, and you rub it all over your body; starting on your front. Jungkook stands next to you as he takes his shirt off, showing off his body. You stare up at him and admire him for just a second. He looks down and catches your eyes
âAre you staring at me?â he chuckled
Looking away quickly you say âNo, I wasnâtâ
âSure, whatever you say, you need help with that?â he says as he points to you struggling to get your back.
âYes, pleaseâ going to hand him the bottle he squeezed some on to his hand and moves your hair to the side. He glides his hand across the span of your back. He starts at your shoulders and works his way down to the middle of your back. His hands moving slowly, getting closer to your lower back.
You clear your throat, and his hands are to himself now. You lay your hair in itâs original spot and you stand to look at the beach full of people. It was only 9:00 in the morning yet the beach was packed. Walking over to your stand you climb the steps and take a seat. Jungkook walks over next to the stand, and he has a floaty in his hand. A couple of minutes pass by in silence before he speaks up.
âWhen do you want to switch spots?â
âWhen we see someone drowningâ
He sighs and sits down.
~
After nearly an hour later a group of girls walk up to him, and they giggle as loud as they can staring at him. He looks up at the noise and stares at them. âExcuse me?â one of the girls says âYes?â she extends her arm out âDo you mind taking a picture of us?â Jungkook grabs her phone and angles it. âOne, two, threeâ he takes the picture. The girl reaches for her phone and pauses to look at him.
âHey, are you free tonight?â she asked him
Watching the interaction between the two you roll your eyes. What you donât notice is that Jungkook looks up at you and back down to the girl
âUhm, no actually, I do have plans for tonight sorry.â He rejects her offers and hands her phone back to her.
She has a disappointed look on her face and a sad smile plastered on her face. âItâs okay, I hope you have a good rest of your dayâ. With that she walks away.
Now at the end of the day and the sun getting lower, you and Jungkook switched spots through half of it. Taking turns every so often. He would try to make small talk, but you always managed to find a way around it. He looks up at you and calls your name
âYou wanna jump into the water real quickâ he says as he watches you make your down from the booth.
âNo thanks, I wasnât planning on getting wet unless I needed to.â
âOh câmon just real fast. The weather is nice around this timeâ he begged
âJungkook I sai-â
Before you can finish your sentence, your body is being carried over his shoulders. You throw soft punches at his back and yell at him.
âJungkook put me down! Iâm not playing with you right now!â you screamed in his ear.
He ignores you and laughs loudly. His feet meet the water, once he's deep enough into the ocean he plunges you till you're soaked.
Emerging from the water you pull your hands back over your hair. Jungkook stops and stares at you. Admiring your beauty, when you catch him staring, he doesnât look away this time. This time he stares into your eyes. Itâs that has to look away.
âWhat?â you said
âNothingâ he clears his throat and looks down at the water
âWe should probably head back to the car. The sun is starting to setâ
You nod quietly and make your way to the shore. After one last glance at Jungkook, you walk over your things.
The walk back to the car was silent. He offered to carry your bags for you. You had rejected his offers repeatedly, but he insisted on carrying them up the steep hill back up. The way back was anything but smooth. The road was bumpy which ended with you and Jungkook bumping arms after every bump, it was summer which meant humid air. Your skin is slick with sweat. Wishing you were back to the dorms so you could soak in the hot tub.
~
When everyone got back to the hotel Mr. Kwan let everyone roam freely. You decided to head upstairs to your room to relax before going to the backyard spot of the building. When you open the room, youâre met with Yunjin and Irene.
âGod, the sun has me so exhausted I could crash right now.â you said as you lay on your bed, body spread into a star fish.
âI know, who knew the beach would be full of that much trashâ Yunjin complained
âAtleast we get to switch off, so we feel as equally as drainedâ you told her
âYeah, lifeguarding was so easy. All we did was sat there in the sun and waited for someone who needed help in the waterâ Irene added
âWell lucky you guys, I literally took laps around the whole beach and still managed to find a piece of trash in the place I was already in.â Yunjin rolled her eyes playfully
âWell if you guys arenât tired, you wanna join me in the backyard area?â
âNo, you guys go ahead. I think Iâm just gonna crash after I clean myself up. My bodyâs gonna be so sore tomorrowâ she complained
âYeah, I was planning on walking into the city and look for more things we can do while were hereâ Irene said
Looks like it was just you tonight.
~
When you woke up from your nap you looked at the clock and it read 8:00 pm. It was much later than you anticipated it to be. You get up from your bed and walk over to the bathroom. Turning on the sink you splash some water onto your face to wake yourself up a little more. You walk over to your drawer and pick out one of the bikinis you have packed.
It was a simple black two piece with bows on both sides of the hip. Covering your body up with only a T-shirt you make your way downstairs with a towel in hand and slippers on your feet. You open the gate and walk past the pool area to get to the hot tub. Before you left you grabbed a small speaker you planned on bringing and placed it next to the table near you. Playing calm music, you sink down into the water and relax your muscles.
Itâs not a few minutes later you hear the gate crack open. You open your eyes and your met with the sight of Jungkook. He hadnât put a shirt on before coming down there. His abs were out for display, his tattoos pretty as ever in the moonlight. His biceps are so visible that you almost faint. He looks to see where the music was coming from and catches sight of you in your bikini. Shirt thrown over the table with the speaker close to you. He walks over to you.
âHiâ he says lowly he stands behind you and his arms are leaning against the edge of the hot tub. His face hovering over yours. Your breath hitches as you realize how close he is.
âHiâ you say quietly.
He moves so he can climb into the pool with you. Jungkook sits on the opposite side of you and relaxes in the water as you did. After a beat of silence, he speaks up
âI havenât properly talked to you sinceâ he pauses
âEver actuallyâ
You scoff and turn your head to the side in disbelief
âYeah, I wonder whyâ
âDo you really hate me that much? All of that happened years ago, why canât you just let it go?â
âJungkook you called me names and you made me miserable. Not having those top grades; I would be punished so harshly because I wasnât smart enough for my parents. I still hate you to this day because you never realized how much hurt you put me through?! There were so many times I've overheard you talk so lowly about me. Jungkook we didn't even know each other!"
"So, to answer your question, yes, I do hate you. Stop trying to talk to me out of the blue and act like we're friends because we're not. Leave me alone" Before you can get up to leave you feel his grasp tight around your wrist.
"Hey, look, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry I did all of that. But cut me some slack, I was failing and I finally got my shit together until you came in with your perfect grades and knocked me down. But like I just said this is all in the past. Can you please forget it?" he pleads
You pause for a moment, were you overreacting? Possibly. But you will never forget the cruel words he spoke about you. One last look over at him and you retreat back to your dorm.
~
Itâs been a week since your last encounter with Jungkook. He hasnât made any moves to try and talk to you. Your group was now doing trash pick-up around the beach. It was supposed to be hotter than the week before now that itâs getting later into the summer.
As you were walking around the beach to do your task you had a slight feeling of dizziness, but you decided to ignore it. You brushed it off as a headache due to skipping lunch and only having water. It was then that you realized that wasnât the case because before you could lean back up from picking up a piece of trash you stumble back. Jungkook notices this and quickly runs over to you.
He stood behind you support you with his arm wrapped around your neck.
âAre you okay? You look pale, do you need water? Or I brought a few snacks in my bag before we left, do you want me to grab one for you?â he said quickly laying you down on the sand.
âWater is fine, thank youâ
He walks over to his bag to give you his water bottle he drank from earlier. You quickly took a few gulps and retracted it from your lips. Jungkook looks down at you with a worried look.
âLook, Iâm fine just give me a few minutes and Iâll be up good as new.â
âNo, just stay here there isnât that much left to be picked up. Stay in the shade until I come back. I wonât be too longâ He walks away to finish your tasks with gloves over his hands also with a bag, and a trash scoop.
Itâs minutes later that heâs back kneeling in front of you check how you were feeling.
âYou donât look so pale anymore. We should be done for today; the sun is already starting to set, and we should be heading back now.â he says as he looks at you.
He turns his back still in a kneeling position and you look at him confused.
âWhat are you doing?â
âGet on my back. Youâre too tired to walk up the hill, I donât want you passing out.â
âIâm not gonna pass out Jungkook. Stop being so dramaticâ you say in an annoyed voice.
âJust get on my backâ he demands.
You sigh and hop on his back like he asked. He had his bag swung around to the front of his body. He stands up and carries you like you weigh nothing. After reaching the top of the hill he sets you down and you thank him quietly. You both walk back to the car where everyone else is and drive back to the dorms.
~
As you and Jini were done putting on your face masks you hear and sudden knock on the door. When you open the door, youâre face to face with Jungkook. He looks up to see your bare face. It takes him a minute to get his words out
âMy friends and I were gonna head out to get some drinks if you wanna join usâ
You look at him with astonishment. Thinking back to your conversation from a week ago. Before you could decide against it Jini walks up to the door.
âHey, Jungkook. Why are you over here so late? Shouldnât you be in your dorm?â she asked
âUh, yeah, I am but I was just asking if you guys wanted to come out with us tonight. Were just going out for drinks at this club I found not too far from here.â
âOh sure! Weâd love to go!â she says as she looks at you
You sigh and smile at her.
âOkay great come down whenever you're ready and meet us in the common area.â he says before walking away back into his room.
After you close the door, you walk over to the other girls and ask them if they wanted to go out with you.
âOh yeah! Sure, we havenât been out drinking in a while. And itâs nice to get out and away from the program and the dorms for a little bit.â Irene replied
âYesss, I need to get out. Iâve been couped up in this building for far too long.â
Now with everyoneâs agreement you all get dressed pretty for your night out. Grabbing a dress, you took out a SKIMS black dress that fitted you perfectly. You threw a cropped leather jacket with it and black heels. Your neck was decorated with a small chain, and you put your hoops on. The makeup look you went for was light. It consisted of eyeliner, mascara, and natural colored lipstick.
Once everyone was dressed you all headed downstairs to meet up with the guys. As you landed on the last step you look up at everyone. More specifically Jungkook. He had on a black jacket with black cargo pants. He also had chucky sneakers to go along with it. His ears were clad with multiple earrings, and you look down to his lip and see his lip piercing. He looked extremely good for tonight. He makes his way over to you.
âAre you guys ready?â he asked everyone, but his eyes stayed on you.
Yuno had ordered an Uber to drive to the club everyone jumped into the car and that left you sitting next to Yunjin. Jungkook was sitting by the window with Jini in between him and Eunwoo. Yuno and Irene had to order a seperate car because they wouldnât fit into the car you were all in.
~
At the club there seemed to be a long line. Eunwoo knew a quicker way in and you followed behind him. You entered from the back way, where no one else could see you.
âWhy donât you guys go find a seat. Weâll get the drinks for youâ Jungkook yelled over the music so you could hear better.
âOkayâ you yelled back as you looked around for a big table.
The room was filled with strobing lights and heavy-based music. The dance floor was full of sweaty bodies. The air around you was humid "I feel so suffocated in here" you said aloud
" You wanna go outside for a minute" Jungkook came up beside you and placed a hand on your back.
"No, it's fine I'll get used to it" you smile at him.
The boys came back with your drinks and set them down in front of you. They had bought multiple shots and took them one by one.
Once you all had a decent amount of alcohol in your system you moved to the dance floor. Irene led everyone as they all followed behind. Jungkook was closest to you. He tried his hardest to keep his hands to himself, but you were making it difficult.
Your hips move to the beat of the song. He watched as you dance like you didnât give a damn about anything. He smiled as he watched you in your own world. Jungkook starts to dance along with you, and you turn around and move with him. His hands now on your waist as you put your hands around his neck. His hands moved down to clasp around your lower back. He leans his head forward so itâs now resting against yours. You look up into his eyes and then down to his lips. You lean in closer, and then you're interrupted.
âYou mind if I cut in?â a random man from the crowd asks
You now feel uncomfortable as you let go of him. He walks in front of you and stands protectively with one hand on your arm. Jungkook looks at the guy and his jaw clenches.
âLook man were just trying to relax and have fun. Leave us aloneâ he defends. You look down and see his hands clutched into a fist.
âI came out to have some fun too.â You turn your head towards the man
âAnd it looks like sheâs getting a little boredâ he laughs
âSheâs fine, look if you donât get the fuck out of here there gonna be a fucking problemâ Jungkook yells.
The man starts to walk closer and extends his hands up to you. You clutch the back of Jungkookâs jacket tightly. He moves forward and swings at the man.
âWhat did I tell you. Get the hell out before I knock the shit out of you.â he yelled.
âJungkook stop, letâs goâ you grab his arm and try to pull him away.
Before you can move him away the man stands back up and tries to hit him before he can dodge it. He moves a little too slow and gets punched. He looks down to his hand and sees red cover his fingertips. Jungkook goes in for another swing and knocks him to the floor.
âJungkook!! Stop it, just leave it alone so we can goâ He looks up at you and turns away. You walk back to the table to collect your things so you can leave the club. You reminded yourself to text the others to let them know that you left. Jungkook sits on the curb, and you kneel in front of him. You pull out a tissue from your purse and put it up to his nose. After a beat of silence, you were the first to speak up.
âYou know, I think I hate you a little less nowâ you say with a smile
He looks up at you and chuckles
âThank you, for doing that. I donât know what I wouldâve done. And Iâm sorry you got hitâ
âDonât mention it. As long as youâre okay, then Iâm goodâ he says.
You smile to the floor and decide to order an uber so you could go back to the dorms
As youâre about to walk into your door you turn around and stop Jungkook before he could enter his room
âJungkook, thank you again. I had fun tonight, minus the fightâ you giggle
âIâm glad you did, goodnightâ he smiles
âGoodnight Jungkookâ
~
Youâre back on lifeguard duty this week. Itâs a bunch more calm than the first week of lifeguarding. Instead of sitting and switching spots for hours and not doing anything, you were able to roam around. As you were sitting on the chair you spoke up
âHey, are you thirsty? I was gonna walk over to that hut to get something to drinkâ you point into the diretion of the stall.
âNah, Iâm good, thank you.â
Standing to walk away, Jungkook canât stop thinking about that night as he watches you make your way. He couldnât stop thinking about the way you had your arms around. And how you trusted him to protect you. How close your lips were before that guy interrupted. He shakes his head from his thoughts and thinks about something else.
When you walk up to the stall you order a lemonade. You pay the man and wait for your drink. Looking around to see if anybody else was around, you see a guy. Heâs about your age and much taller than you. He notices you looking at him and you turn your head back to the bar. From the corner of your eye you see him make his way towards you.
âHeyâ he said as he tries to catch your attention. You turn your head towards him and greet him back.
âHiâ you smile at him
âAre you around here? Iâve never seen you beforeâ
âAh no, Iâm not, Iâm here for a program I volunteered for. Iâm a lifeguard.â you told him
âOh really? That seems like fun, Iâm Kai by the wayâ
You tell him your name âIt may seem like fun, but really all I do is sit and watch the people enjoy their time as I bake in the sun.â
He laughs at that. He clears his throat and speaks again
âUm, my friends and I are playing volleyball further down the beach. If you want to you can join us?â
Before you could answer Jungkook comes behind you and puts a hand around your waist. You look down to his hand up to him. Heâs wearing his sunglasses over his head.
âActually we have to get back to our dorm after our shift. Weâre a bit busy at the moment.â he says with a smile on his face.
Kai looks at him with a surprised expression on his face. He looks down to you, you aswell have a look of confusion plastered across your face. Kai looks down and chuckles.
âAlright, sorry for asking.â with that he walks away his ego a little bruised.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you look up at Jungkook.
âI was getting thirsty. And you were taking forever so I wanted to check on you.â he shrugs.
âYou didnât need to check up on me. I was fineâ you roll your eyes at him
âPlus he was cute. I was so close to getting his numberâ
After hearing you say that Jungkookâs jaw clenches. He absolutely hates that he feels this way right now. Deciding to brush it off you both make your way back to your spot. Getting closer to the end of your shift. You start to pack your things as the beach dies down.
~
Back at the dorms Mr. Kwan decided to gather everyone for dinner to celebrate your hard work for the past month. Once you and Jungkook make it back he helps you take your things out of the car and follows you up to your room.
When you turn your back to him he waits for you to unlock the door; âThank youâ you say to him. He hands you your bags and stops for a minute.
The air is stuffy around you. You wait for him to speak up and say something. But his lips never move.
Before you know it, his face is leaned over yours, and your lips are over his.
The kiss is soft. Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you need to stop to catch your breath. Parting from his lips you look up into his eyes, noses touching; he takes a deep breath before walking away to his room, leaving you dazed and speechless; not knowing what to do you stand there and try to comprehend what had just happened.
Yunjin is on the other side of the door when you walk in. She looks up at you. âWhat happened?â she asked. You unintentionally ignore her and walk to the bathroom. Your face is burning with rosy cheeks. You replay the kiss in your head. It was completely out of the blue and caught you off guard. How were you supposed to act normal the next time you saw him. The dinner was in less than 3 hours. With all the extra time you decide to get ready and drift your mind elsewhere.
~
After everyone had finished getting ready. When you and Irene make it down the stairs Irene heads straight to Yuno. The night of the club you never heard her come back to the dorm. You suspected she had spent the night with him. She had her arms around his waist looking at him with hearts in her eyes.
Now by yourself you look around for any of your friends. You see Jungkook; he looks at you, but he doesnât do anything. He meets you eye and looks away to his friend. The feeling you felt in your chest was confusion, anger, and a little hurt. How could he kiss you like that and act like it didnât happened? Turning your body to find Yunjin; she walks down the stairs and her face lights up when she spots you.
âOkay, are you ever gonna tell me what the hell happened before you walked through our door or what. Your face was so red.â she asked curiously
âIâll tell you later, I donât want to think about it right nowâ
She looks at you with a worried look and shakes her head. Everyone gets into a car and the driver drives to the restaurant.
~
Once all the students were seated, Mr. Kwan raises his glass and clinks it with the back of a butter knife. âI would like to praise you all for working so hard for this past monthâ he says enthusiastically. He raises his voice an octave higher âWith all your hard work I would like to give you the last 3 weeks of this month free, please relax, enjoy yourseleves, and have fun. You all earned itâ he announces. A bunch of chattering is heard all around. âNow, please enjoy your dinnersâ
From across the room you see Jungkook laughing and chatting with his friends. Looking at him made you feel this sense of anger. Why are you mad at him when you hate his guts? Why are you did you feel that way when he had his soft lips over yours? Why were you feeling those emotions when you saw that girl flirt with him down at the beach? Why are you feeling all these things about him now?
Why
Why
Why?
All of these questions spiraling through your head like a mantra. Not taking the overthinking you walk out the resturaunt to get some fresh air. When you walk past his table he sees you walk to the exit. Jungkook excuse himself from his friends; he stands and walks into the direction you took.
He looks through the glass door and sees you pacing with your hands on your hip and a hand in your hair. You turn to the sound of the door opening. Jungkook stood there and walked closer to you. But, you take a step back.
âWhat was thatâ you ask him.
âWhat was what?â he has a confused look on his face
âWhy are you playing dumb?! Youâre just gonna act like you never kissed me and... and I wouldnât do anything about it?â you exclaimed at him. Your emotions were all over the place. You had no idea how to handle them
He says your name quietly âIt was just a stupid kiss, no big dealâ
Suddenly, you felt a burning sensation in the back of your eyes. You didnât know for sure how you felt. But you were sure there was something there.
âOkayâ quietly
âI was just being stupid and thought something different but I guess I was wrongâ you nod your head and make your way back into the resturaunt.
The tears dropping down onto your cheek made you feel pathetic. Pathetic for making you think that Jeon Jungkook had changed over the years. For thinking that Jeon Jungkook had real feelings for you. Before you walk back to the table you check yourself one last time to make sure your eyes werenât puffy and your nose wasnât red. Right now you werenât in the mood for questions.
Sitting back down at your table and you see Jungkook come back from where you left him. He has his head down with a look of sadness on his face. He sits down next to his friends; less content than how he was before you left to go outside.
~
On the way back to the dorm Yunjin notices that your mood has dropped significantly since you came back into the resturaunt. When you finally settle into your dorm she asks you again, âOkay, for real this time, what the hell is up with you. Youâve been acting so different latelyâ
And thatâs when you explain everything to her. From the kiss and to your conflicted feelings. In all honesty you donât even know where you stand with Jungkook anymore. Youâre between hating him and possibly having the fatest crush on him.
Itâs then when itâs later into to the night you decide to call Niki. You missed talking to your best friend. Itâd been a while since you last spoke to her.
After three rings she picks up the phone
âHey babe! Howâs the trip been so far? I havenât spoke to you in so long is everything okay?â she speaks in a soft voice. Thatâs what you loved about her. She was there for you anytime of the day. You would be okay even if you hadnât spoke to each other for days at a time. That's the type of friendship you had with her.
âUgh Niki, I miss you so much. So much has happened and I need to tell you.â
âOh no, what happened? Did something bad happen?! Did you get hurt?!â she says panicked.
âNo no, Iâm okay but something did happen.â you reassure her.
âOkay please tell me, youâre scaring meâ
âJungkook kissed meâ the line is silent for a moment before itâs not.
âHE WHAT?â she yells into your ear
You have to pull the phone away because of how loud she was.
âHe kissed me after one of shifts today. I confronted him about and I feel so stupid for thinking that he liked me because right after I asked him about it he said âit wasnât a big dealâ.â you tell her in a sullen tone.
âGod is he dumb? Why would you kiss someone randomly and admit that it was nothing?â she sounded irritated.
âExactly my thoughts. Iâm so confused Niki one moment I donât care about him and the next some girl is giggling next to him touching his arm and I feel so annoyedâ
She sighs and calls your name calmly âI may be wrong but it sounds like you have feelings for himâ
You pause and register what she just said. You? Had feelings for Jeon Jungkook? Everything is starting to come together in your head. You finally speak up
âYeah, I think I doâ
~
Itâs been about a week since the dinner. You hadnât seen Jungkook. The only few times youâd seen him was when you went downstairs to eat breakfast or when he left his room to go elsewhere. But tonight was different. With the free time you were given you spent it at the beach. You hadnât gone swimming in the ocean for quite some time so you decided to put on a bikini, threw on some clothes you had laying in your drawer, and grabbed a towel from one of the cabinets in the hall.
You made your way down to the beach by yourself and brought your mini speaker with you. The playlist you had put on was a slow playlist. You watched the sun set while the song My Love is All Mine by Mitski played in the background. While the sun was still out you decided to take off your clothes and go into the water
From afar Jungkook spots you standing near the water; the waves are calm; he admires you from where heâs standing. You, completely unaware of his presence you dip your body into the water until it touches your waist. Your hair flowing in the soft wind. Behind you, you hear the water moving. When you turn your body to the sound; there he is. Heâs standing with his shirt off arms out to see and his abs for show.
Completely in awe you snap out of it and turn back around.
âWhat do you wantâ you ask quietly.
âWhat? Itâs a public beach. Itâs not like you reserved this spotâ he retorts back
âNo, Jungkook. What do you want.â You hear him sigh. He takes a deep breath and finally says
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry that I kissed you so suddenly, Iâm sorry I made you feel the way you did after I said that kiss was nothing, Iâm sorry because that kiss made me feel so much.â he pleads. He places his arms on your waist and continues. âIâve wanted to give you that kiss since I first saw you at the train station. I havenât stopped thinking about you since we bumped into each other at the cafĂ©â
It had been several months since that incident.
You walked in on a cool spring day. The bell chimed at the top of the door as you made your way over to the counter. After you had made your order, you turned to walk over to a table. But before you can take a step you bump into something âor more something- you look up and see Jeon Jungkook. You hadnât seen him since the beginning of sophomore year. He looks down at you with an irritated look; but when he sees your face his expression drops. You looked so cute with your double layers on; making you look so soft and hugable; your hair was up in a clip and your cheeks were rosy from the cold.
âSorryâ you had told him quickly and made your way over to your table. Jungkook was surprised it was you. You had grown into such a beautiful woman. He couldnât take his eyes off you. From then on, he couldnât get you to escape his mind.
âI heard from Yuno about this trip and figured youâd go, I thought this would be my chance to make things right between us. Iâm so sorry I said all those things to you while we were growing up, I was stupid and let my ego get in the way. So, when I first saw you itâs like I couldnât see anything else but you.â he confesses.
All of this new information being thrown at you, you donât know what to do with it. You had thought for all those years and all this time the hate between you two was mutual. You couldnât have been more wrong.
âI want you to understand my feelings for you. I want to try and make it w-â before he can even finish his sentence you pull him by his hair and connect your lips. He raises his eyebrows and sinks into the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth. He places his hands under your jaw and his other on your waist. Without breaking the kiss, he picks you up; you wrap your legs around his waist. The sun has set by now and itâs starting to get cold. He letâs go of your lips and look into your eyes. You move your lips closer to his ear and whisper âYou wanna go warm up somewhere else?â
Quickly, he drags you out of the water while you giggle into the air. He places you down and hurriedly picks your things up. He grabs your hand, and you make your way back to his dorm. His roommates are supposed to be out tonight; you had the whole room to yourselves.
~
Pushing you against the door he smacks his lips against yours. You sneak your hands under his shirt and feel his abs flex against your fingertips. You move to lift his shirt off his body. He kisses down your neck; he lifts your shirt over your head and your left with your bikini top and your shorts. He lifts you off the floor and manhandles you onto his bed. You lay on your back and look up at him. Your legs are spread with him standing between them. He glides his hand up your thighs and he drags your shorts down your leg.
Youâre left with just your bikini on now. He kisses you on your inner thighs close to where you need him the most. Jungkook grabs the bow that ties your bikini together and undoes it. Your heat is exposed to the cold air. He kisses your hip getting closer to your pussy; his hot breath touches your lips, and you gasp quietly. Finally, he makes contact; he glides his tongue through your folds, and you make small sounds of pleasure. His tongue makes figure eights over your clit; he moves his hand under your thighs to pull you closer to his mouth. His strong grip has you breathless.
Jungkook squeezes your inner thigh and gives small kisses around your cunt. He dives back in and the only thing in the air is the sound of him slurping and licking up your slick. You moan his name out loud and place your hands in his hair.
âJungkookâ you moan out loud
âSay that again, baby. Let me hear youâ he says
âUgh, Jungkook please, please donât stop.â you plead desperately
âYeah, thatâs it. Whoâs making you feel good?â
âYou! You are Jungkook!â you shout
You start to feel the pressure in your lower tummy. You tightly close your eyes, and you see stars. He pushes you through your orgasm and finally pulls away after you pull on his hair so heâs hovering over your face. You bring him down to kiss you. He slips his tongue in and kisses you softly. You can taste yourself on his lips. Jungkook pulls away and scans your face. Your fucked out gaze looking up at him. He places his hand over your cheek and stares at you.
âYouâre so God damn beautiful. So pretty like the stars. I can look at you forever.â he says to you lowly. You look up into his boba eyes, you can see the galaxy in them. He looked so pretty up closely.
He leans in and kisses you next to your cheek. He kisses your neck and then, he pushes himself up. Heâs on his knees in front of you. You can see his outline through his shorts. You go to sit up and place a hand over him. He looks down at you and you place soft pecks over his covered cock. He groans loudly; you then start to play with the waistband of his shorts; slowly you pull them. Heâs left bare in front of you. You move your hand to stroke him. Feeling his prominent veins; you thumb at his throbbing tip and place soft kisses over it.
âBaby, what are you doing to me.â He looks down at you and strokes your hair.
âCan you take me in your mouth? Or am I too big for youâ he teases
You laugh at that âI donât know, why donât we find outâ
You like a stripe down his length and stop at his tip. Looking up into his eyes; his lips are parted and he breathless. His hand is placed on the back of your head. Finally, you take him into your mouth, starting slow. He moans and tilts his head back, his grip on your hair tightens. You bob your head back and forth, using your tongue and swirling it around his tip. Your hand moves to fondle his balls, and this makes his cock twitch. Hips moving to the rhythm of your mouth and his hand guiding you to his dick.
âCan I fuck your mouth baby?â You look up at him and nod.
âTell him if Iâm hurting you. Tap on my thigh if you want me to stopâ With that he slams his cock to the back of your throat. You take deep breaths as you gag on him. Your nose hitting his pelvis he speeds up his thrusts.
âFuck yeah, thatâs it sweetheart. Doing so good for meâ he praises you.
When you reach down to your pussy you can feel youâve gotten wetter. He looks down to your where your hand was and pulls you away for a second
âNuh uh, who said you could touch yourself? Only good girls get what they want if they behaveâ he reprimands
He pulls you back onto him and starts at the pace he was at before.
Before he can finish in your mouth, he pulls you away.
âFuck I need to finish inside you. Can I do that, baby?â he asks you for reassurance
You nod up to him.
âI need you to say it, honeyâ
âYes, pleaseâ you moan
âTurn around, ass up face downâ he demands
He looks down between your ass and his cock. He then looks up between your shoulders. Your hair thrown over your shoulder and your top still on. Jungkook moves his hand along your back and unties whatâs left of your bikini.
âFuckâ he says under his breath. Finally, he takes hold of his length and drags it along your folds. You whimper silently patiently waiting for him to enter you.
He strokes himself a few more times; you feel him enter you. Gasping loudly, he groans into your ear and moves at a slow pace.
âMore, Jungkook, pleaseâ you beg
âSince you asked nicelyâ Suddenly he pounds into your hips. You can feel him in your stomach. His pace is rapid; hard.
âYouâre so deep Jungkook, fuck!â you moan.
Repeating his name repeatedly like a song. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you. You can feel every vein that around him. Every thrust you feel them against your walls. He lifts your body until your back hits his chest. His hands over your tits squeezing. Rolling your nipples between his fingers. He kisses your neck, and he places his hand over your abdomen. âGod, I can feel myself inside of you, babyâ you whimper into his neck. And thatâs when you finally snap. You tighten around him.
âGod! Jungkook! You make me feel so good, babyâ you cry.
With three final thrusts he finishes inside you. Breath heavy he slowly moves, milking himself in your tight cunt.
He places you down on his pillow and slowly removes himself from you. You whimper quietly from the loss of the feeling of him inside.
âI need to clean you up and you need to go peeâ he says
Picking up his shirt that you threw across the room he wipes you down and you twitch from sensitivity. When heâs done, he looks over your face and giggles.
âCome on, honey. Iâll help you shower when youâre done.â
âOkayâ you say softly.
~
After your shower you and Jungkook lay in his bed. Heâs not expecting his roommates to comeback; they had gone out clubbing and he assumed theyâd be out all night in someone elseâs bed. Your head placed over Jungkookâs naked chest you draw shapes over his chest. Jungkook grabs your wrist and notices one of the bracelets you're wearing. Â
âYou never thanked me for thisâ he says holding your wrist still Â
âWhat are you talking about? This old lady gave it to me for free a few weeks ago when we first got hereâÂ
He chuckles at you âThat was me, I paid for it and asked her to play a part. Apparently she played her part well because you had no idea.â he boops your nose. You scrunch your face; you look up at him in disbelief. Â
âI canât believe you do that, what if she talked to the wrong girl, huh?â you said amusinglyÂ
âThen some random girl wouldâve gotten a free braceletâ he shrugs. Â
You laugh at him. âWell, thank you for thisâ you look up at him and peck his lips. Â
He digs his face into your neck and mumbles a small âOf courseâ Â
Then, you feel his lips press small kisses into the juncture of your neck, you start laughing. All of a sudden, he stops. He lifts his head so heâs looking at you. Â
âWhat are we?â he asks Â
Realizing you never really told him how you felt. Isnât it obvious though? Â
âI could ask you the same thing Jeonâ Â
Whispering your name, he says âI really like you; I want to make up for my behavior throughout the years Iâve known you. I feel so guilty because of the way I treated you. Iâm sorry I ever said those mean things to you, babyâ he wraps he arms around you; cuddling you.Â
âI forgive youâ you hug him around his broad shoulders. âI like you too, Jungkook. Can we forget all of that? I want us to focus on the future only now.â Â
He nods at you and smiles. âSooo, does this make you, my girlfriend?â he asks with a cheeky smile. Â
Giggling at his silly smile you nod âYeah, I guess so, boyfriendâ Â
He buries his into your neck again and sighs contently. Itâs not long before you two are cuddling in the sheets and hes whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you drift off to sleep. Â
~Â
The next morning, you wake up to the other side of the bed empty. The sun is shining brightly in your face. You look down to your body and see the shirt Jungkook must have put on you while you were sleeping last night. You get up from the bed and walk over to the bathroom; but you donât register the already running water turning off. When you walk in you see Eunwoo naked walking out of the shower. âOh my god, Iâm so sorryâ you cover your eyes and quickly walk out. Picking up clothes that were thrown across the room from the previous night you manage your way back to your own room. Â
Thankfully, the girls are out doing their own thing. You walk to your own bathroom and clean yourself up a bit before walking downstairs to the kitchen. The air is filled with the smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Turning the corner you see Jungkook in a fitted sports t-shirt, over the stove cooking. Â
You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his torso. Â
âGood morningâ you say in a sleepy voiceÂ
âHi, sweetheartâ he turns his body so he facing you now. He leans down to peck your lips. His nose brushing against yours. You smile at him. Â
âHow did you sleep last night?â Looking up at him with an amusing lookÂ
âWell you put to sleep pretty damn good last night so Iâd say a ten out of tenâ you laugh as you get your coffee ready. He sneaks up behind you and puts his hands around your waist.Â
âI did, huh?â he lowly says into your ear. Â
He sways you side to side and digs his face into your neck. Â
âI was thinking maybe we can go out today and we can hang out in the city. We havenât been here in a while; I want to see if they changed anything.âÂ
This was Jungkookâs hometown. He basically knew everyone. When he finished cooking your breakfast you both sat together in comfortable silence and ate. Â
Finishing up your meals, you volunteered to clean up the dishes, but he was persistent in doing them himself. After fighting for about ten minutes, you give up and walk upstairs to get ready for the day. The outfit you chose was perfect for the weather. Your makeup was simple, and your hair was casting down your shoulders. When you finish putting on your shoes you hear a knock on your door.Â
Walking up to open it you see Jungkook wearing a big puffer jacket, white tank top, and light blue jeans. His hair slightly covers his eyes. The chain around his neck and his piercings does something to you. You look up at him and smile. Â
âHiâ looking at him with stars in your eyes. Â
You look so undeniably cute. With little bows in your hair and your soft cheeks looking at him. He looks down at you and leans in to peck you on the lips. Â
âCâmon, letâs goâ Â
~Â
The weather today wasnât as harsh as those other sunny bright days. Itâs a bit colder than the last few weeks. It was a good thing you brought an extra jacket just in case. You cand Jungkook walk down the streets hand in hand. Looking around for the places you used to hang out at with your friends when you were still in grade school.Â
When you found the ânow small- playground you and Niki used to play at, you let go of Jungkookâs hand and ran to it. Â
Gasping out loud you say âOh god, itâs so much small than I remember. I havenât been here in years.â amazed by how time flies by so quickly. Jungkook watches you with a fond smile as you reminisce on the old times. You sit down on the swings and gently swing your legs back and forth. Jungkook stands next to the swing as he watches you. The sun was shining on you and he looks at your eyes theyâre glowing as you look down the sand with a smile on your face. Â
He goes to stand in front of you and holds on to the chain and stops you from swinging. You look up at him when you see his shoes appear in front of you. His hands over yours and he leans in close to your face. Â
His lips locking with yours in a soft kiss. He pulls back and he says âYouâre so beautiful.â he places a hand on your cheek. Â
He looks into your eyes and he makes a promise. Â
Saying your name in a low voice he says âI promise you, I will to take care of you for as long as you let me. I promise I wonât hurt you. I promise to stayâÂ
You look up into his eyes with tears laying on your water line. Moving your head to lay on his forehead.Â
Then, you pull him into a kiss. Â
âI promise, I donât hate you Jeon JungkookâÂ
a/n: ahhh okay, i realllly hope you guys liked it, this idea came out of no where and I kinda made the plot up as I wrote, please show some support by reblogging, liking, commenting, and giving some feedback! I'd appreciate it so much
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YOU WERE LIKE AN ANGEL TO ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader
Request: my DARLING @avis-writeshq says- iâm a menace but i ADORED the spencer fic u posted đ„č UGH THEYRE SO CUTE YOUR HONOURRRR đčif itâs okay, may i request another fic with the same couple đ perhaps one day reader is not as sweet or chirpy as she usually is, or she gets injured or threatened in the field? much love and lots of kisses xoxo đ«¶
Description: Spencer swore he wanted to hate her. She was too happy, too chirpy, too much for a guy who spent months rotting in prison. But how could he ever hate her when she cried in his chest like that?
Length: 5k (I'm feral for these two)
warnings: post prison reid. Angst. depiction of suicide from the Unsub. gory language used. guns mentioned. mention of $nuff video and other murders. Nothing that hasn't been done on CM already.
authors note: if y'all want to see more with these two just SAY because I am all ears I would die on this ship
There were a lot of times in his time at the BAU that Spencer had wished he could have changed the outcome of their bad guy, surprisingly enough. There was the time they found their UnSub a few minutes too late, and one of the victims fathers decided to take him out then and there with a shotgun to the head. He was just a kid. There was the entire time he was with Tobias Hankel, and he lived in a state of both fear and sympathy for the boy trapped in his own body after years of abuse. There was Nathan Harris, the kid who had stopped him at the subway station and practically begged him for help to stop his urges to murder, only to slit his own wrists before Spencer could get to him because he thought he was tainted.Â
He could see how it was easy in their job to get wrapped up in saving the day, in saving everyone they could. He just had hoped, on some stupid grace of a god he didnât even believe in, that she would have at least remained untouched by the bad luck.Â
Spencer had always thought, since the first day he had arrived back into the office after his stint in prison, that she seemed to just waltz through life easier than anyone else. He knew the concept of luck was not quantifiable, that it was just a coincidence that good things happened to some people, and bad things happened to others. He always grouped himself in with the latter, because what was his entire life if not one bad hand of cards after another?
Part of him had been seething with vitriol jealousy when he first met her. He hated how the elevator doors seemed to open without hesitation for her, no waiting required. He hated how her hair never seemed to fall out of place, while his required primping and preening to upkeep. He hated how she was always so happy, whether it had been sheâd been given an extra cookie at the bakery for free, or her coffee had just tasted super delicious that morning, or the road works clogging the city had been put on hold the one day she needed to drive into the office. She was one of those people, he had decided, that life just seemed to smile down upon, and she beamed back in that dazzling grin.Â
He felt sick to his stomach for ever wishing it gone, especially when she looked like she might never smile again.Â
They never liked to say that they had easy cases and hard ones, all of their cases were difficult to process. But this one had been a handful above the rest.Â
âUnSub has been killed on site, all units stand down,â Luke said into the radio, and the entire squadron took a sigh of relief, all of them except him.Â
Because he saw that look in her eye, the way everything sparkly about her seemed to have vanished.
They had been following Bobbie Wrids for a week. Five bodies in, five men shot between the eyes execution style, almost six by the time theyâd arrived on the scene.Â
Sheâd gone with Tara around the front of the abandoned building; Penelope tracked their newest victim, Henry Frond, through his phone pinging off the nearest satellite towers, and it had been straight forward from there. Or at least it should have been.Â
Because by the time Spencer and Luke arrived in their own SUV, Penelope had time to access the rest of Henryâs phone, and it was clear to see the victimology behind all six men.Â
They were distributing snuff videos of women, some between themselves, some to other usernames on the darkweb, and Bobbie Wridsâ daughter had been one of them.
Bobbie had become somewhat of a vigilante, but he was a grieving father above all. He was a wounded animal chomping at the bit to soothe the ripping pain of his daughter's murder, the same one those men were getting off to.Â
Tara and her exchanged a glance as Penelope relayed the information over their headsets, her once serious expression falling into something sombre and sorrowful. How could she arrest a man she couldnât help but feel sorry for, one she couldnât help but think wasnât entirely wrong in his actions.Â
âBobbie Wrids,â Taraâs voice was stern, cutting through the silence of the desolate building. Their footsteps were careful as they made their way through the hallway, down to what had once been a rec-room, or perhaps a staff room, where they knew Bobbie had Henry, âThis is the FBI, weâd like to talk,âÂ
They heard nothing, and she looked up to the older woman hesitantly, her finger hovering over the trigger the way Spencer had taught her. Tara took a minute, knowing she was leading the charge here with the girl being so inexperienced, before she nodded to the door knob and the rookie twisted the handle, pushing the peeling wood open gently.Â
Bobbie Wrids stood in the centre of the room, moth eaten couches either side of the damp rug, the ceiling tiles half caved in from wear and tear. Henry Frond was already a pulp in the UnSubâs arms, and yet it was Bobbie that her eyes shot to first, sympathy shooting through every fibre of her being when she saw the distraught look on the fatherâs face.Â
He was grieving. He was grieving his little girlâs death. He was looking for a solution, and this seemed to be his best bet.Â
âBobbie,â Her voice was shaky, her and Tara frozen in the doorway as the man brought the pistol to Henryâs beaten face, cocking it towards his temple before they could even explain themselves. âWeâre going to come in, is that okay? We just want to talk, just let us talk-â
They had only edged closer by three paces between them as she was speaking before his knuckles turned white and he squeezed the gun tighter to Henryâs skin, the barrel contorting the flesh, âDonât come any closer, this pig isnât worth your mercy,â
âWe know,â She said, her and Tara slowly stepping over a fallen ceiling tile, cracking under her boot as she met his desolate gaze for the first time, his head snapping to her. âWe know what he did, Bobbie. What they all did.â
His throat bobbed, his bottom lip quivering and the sight of it, a man so broken, forced a frog into her oesophagus, and she willed herself not to cry.Â
âThey hurt my little girl,â Bobbie choked out, his face turning mauve as the tears began to build behind his eyes, âShe was my girl. She was only eighteen.âÂ
She nodded, his wetted hues seemingly permissive when she stepped closer to where he held Henry hostage.Â
âI know, Iâm so sorry for what happened to her,â She said, her voice croaky, unstable as she wrenched it into something audible, âIâm so sorry,âÂ
âHe doesnât deserve mercy, none of them did,â Bobbie spat, his forearm crushing against Henryâs trachea in a vice-like grip. The man floundered, a wheeze coming from his lungs, not that she felt much sympathy for him.Â
She sprung into action, flicking her gun onto safety and holstering it, Tara doing the same as she lowered her weapon to her side. He profiled as a vigilante; he had no reason to hurt them.Â
âBobbie, listen, I know they didnât deserve to walk free, okay?â She said, taking the smallest step towards where the men stood, âBut she wouldnât want this for you, would she?â
The man flinched, his jaw hard as a rock with how he clenched his teeth together, as if holding back a sob.Â
âCome on, Bobbie. Let him go, we have enough evidence to get him sentenced. We can get you a plea deal, I know a good lawyer,â She begged, because she wasnât beneath it, because she knew he was a good man backed into a corner, âPlease,â
Maybe it was the way her eyes were soft when she looked at him, or the fact two more agents burst into the room from the hallway, Spencerâs eye immediately falling to where she was stood so close to their UnSub, her gun out of hand. Tara stood by, but that wasnât good enough for him. He edged with light footsteps until he was behind her, his gaze cautious, never leaving the gun in Bobbieâs hand.Â
âPlease,â She repeated, and Spencer saw Bobbieâs shoulders drop, every sliver of resolve draining from his body at her gentle tone, a deer approaching a hunter.Â
Henry was thrown to the floor, the man practically dead weight as he gasped, almost retching at the feeling of air sucking back into his chest frantically, and Luke and Tara were quick to wrestle him into cuffs, the woman reading him his Miranda rights.Â
Spencer almost made a grab for her then, because she was still creeping forward towards the man who had a loaded gun still live in his hand. He didnât care for one second that the statistics said Bobbie wouldnât lay a hand on her since she wasnât part of his list. He didnât care that every sign pointed to their UnSub being benevolent towards women, especially younger ones, that she fit his daughterâs description. Spencer didnât care, he wanted her as far away from that gun as possible.Â
His heart lurched into his throat when Bobbie did in fact make a lunge for her, just not the way heâd feared. Because she had grabbed him. Sheâd pulled him into an embrace, a hug, kind and sweet as she always was.Â
Spencer cursed her for being so soft. It was going to get her killed.Â
âAgent,â His voice was terse, worried if you dug a little deeper than the sharp surface, but she didnât listen to him. She held Bobbie tight as the man unravelled on her shoulder, falling into heart breaking sobs and it was then Spencer realised she was crying with him.Â
âItâs going to be okay, youâre okay,â She was shushing him, the killer, reassuring him he was safe, as if the killing thing wasnât still between his fingers that clutched at her back with rough hands.Â
âThey killed my girl, they took her from me, and then they laughed about it,â He wailed, and she nodded, squeezing him even tighter if that was so possible, âNo one would listen, the police didnât listen, I had to do something,â
âI know, I know, Iâm so sorry,â This was wrong. She wasnât supposed to be sympathising with the criminals. But she couldnât help it, she couldnât help the gasping urge to comfort the man who had lost his whole world, âIâm listening. Tell me about her,âÂ
âShe was so beautiful,â Bobbie whimpered, sniffling into her shoulder. Spencer felt his chest twinge at the scene. He hated that she was so soft. âShe never hurt a soul,â
She cried with him, though hers were choked down as much as she could get them, her wet cheeks the only proof she had ever let them slip.Â
âIâm sorry,â She said again, because no matter how many times she repeated those two little words, it would never bring his daughter back, âI can help you,â
He pulled away from her shoulder, and it was only then that Bobbie Wrids even noticed Spencer, his face taut in anxiety as he watched the manâs hands still holding onto her body as if she was the only thing that kept him upright, which Spencer wouldnât be surprised if it were true.Â
He fished the cuffs out of his back pocket, his finger never leaving the trigger as he stared down at their UnSub cautiously. He knew he may be being cruel, knew that ten years ago he would be just as caring as her. But that Spencer was long gone. And what remained was screaming in terror that she was in the line of danger, that she was holding the danger in her bare hands like she didnât see the jeopardy she was putting herself in.Â
Bobbie pulled away to look at her, the creases around his eyes deep chasms, and even with the smattering of grey hair, the stubble, the cold, empty look of someone with nothing left, she thought he might have been a handsome man once. He looked at her with a ghost of a smile, and one of his callused hands came up to tuck her hair behind her ear as if it had been second nature to him for eighteen years.Â
âYouâre a sweet girl,â He murmured, and she blinked at him, her chest easing at the way his wails had subsided into something quiet. She could help him, she swore she would help him. He was a good man beneath it all. âBut no one can help me anymore, sweet girl,â
And with that he lifted the pistol beneath his chin and pulled the trigger.
â
She heard someone scream before she realised it was coming from her own throat, but her ears were ringing and she couldnât open her eyes. Her face was wet and hot, and for a second she thought it was tears, but she was beyond crying now. She felt arms pulling her back into a strong chest, and someone was murmuring to her, or perhaps they were speaking normally and the sound of the gunshot had knocked her hearing. Either way, it was like someone had pulled a bag over her head as she brought her shaking hands up to her eyes to wipe.Â
She managed to crack her lids then when the sludge was gone, only to see the room still a blurry mess. She could make out, in the haze of blobs and crimson tint, Bobbieâs body slumped to the floor, a dark puddle seeping into the rug as those long arms tugged her out of the room. She only then looked down to her hands where she had rubbed her face and she caught the same claret plasma coating her fingers, her white shirt, her pants, her arms. It covered her head to toe.Â
It was in her eyes, she realised when she saw the ichor coating her fingertips. It was blocking her vision, turning the world a vivid wine colour, and she thinks she whimpered, or perhaps it was a moan of horror seeing the puddle beneath Bobbieâs body growing larger by the second.Â
âI donât understand,â She said out loud, her head spinning, and she brought her fingertips up to her eyes again, maybe to get the blood out, god there was so much blood on her face, or maybe because she hoped to everything out there that she would clear her sight and find it all a terrible hallucination, the product of one too many nights of sleepless tossing.Â
But when she rubbed her lids again, this time seeing the scene a little better, Bobbie was still dead. She had still been too late.Â
âYouâre in shock, you need to breathe,â A voice instructed her over her shoulder, and it was from the same person who had their hands around her waist, pulling her away from the crime scene, as CSI filed in from behind them.Â
She tried pushing the arms off her, weak because she couldnât feel anything that wasnât the horror in her stomach, and it took her a second before she listened to their words and realised she was holding a breath in her chest, the way a toddler does when theyâre overwhelmed.Â
âI donât-â She gasped, the air rushing through her lungs, so fast it made her cough, âI donât understand, I was going to help him- I donât understand- why?â
âI know, just breathe for me, sweetheart,â Spencer. She only just realised it was Spencer speaking, because he had never called her that and the gentle tone heâd taken was nothing like his usual, civil cadence. He had been dropping a few jokes the past few weeks since sheâd driven him home, had been more touchy feely with correcting her form when she was at the shooting range, had delicately touched the small of her back when they were navigating a crowd together. He was slowly cracking from his statuesque expression that hadnât left his face since heâd gotten out of prison, but the softness with which he held her waist was entirely new.Â
âSpencer, I donât- I donât get it,â She said, her voice bubbling into a sob as she allowed herself to be pulled away with no fight left in her. He took her into the hallway, turning her body from the sight of his hand lifeless on the floor with little to no effort. She was damn near limp in his arms, âSpencer, I donât under-understand, I was going to h-help him, why would h-he do that-â
âShhh, you need to breathe,â He murmured into her hair, trying to lead her out the front of the building and far away from where sheâd just been front row seats to a messy suicide, âCome on, just breathe for me, baby, and then we can talk,â
But she wasnât listening, and he wasnât offended. Spencer knew it was the shock. He knew the symptoms by how her respiratory system had picked up in a matter of seconds and it was like she had gone from zero to a hundred. She let out a long whine, tears collecting the blood on her lash line and her chest seized into action, gulping down air, too short to do anything for her lungs, and her legs began to buckle beneath the two of them.Â
Spencer stopped in the hallway, realising she was in more shock than he must have thought. He knew she was sensitive, hell it was one of his favourite things about her. He knew she felt everything so deeply, burned too easily, like a daisy wilting in a dry heat, or candyfloss melting in his mouth. Spencer knew, as awful as watching death up close was for any agent, it would hit her hardest of all of them.Â
He moved around to her front, his hands migrating from her waist up to her shoulders, brushing over her upper arms soothingly. But her body felt numb, her head felt heavy, and her eyes were glazed over, down a rabbit hole entirely away from him, even when one of his hands cupped her wetted cheek gently.Â
âJust breathe, hey, look at me,â He tried a firmer tone, and she bent to his will too easily. It was a punch in the gut seeing everything shining and pretty leached out of her eyes, as if she had become soulless in a matter of minutes, as if she had lost all hope in the world the second Bobbie pulled that trigger. She looked like hell, blood still fresh on her cheeks, in her hair, smeared around her eye sockets where she had scrubbed so hard to get it off her skin, âYou need to calm down, youâre going to faint if you donât breathe,â
She nodded, or something close to it, her eyes falling down to the floor, and she seemed to wrestle for control over her chest then. But what came after was worse, Spencer thought. Her brows screwed together, her eyes welling up with more of those fat tears, and her lips dropping into a devastated pout, her eyes trailing over the mess on her uniform, on her hands.Â
âSpencer, I donât understand, I tried to help him, I wanted to help him,â She sobbed, sniffling to herself miserably, and he barely even thought about it when he pulled her into his chest, not caring that her skin would dirty his shirt.Â
His hand wound into her hair, stroking her sweetly as she buried her wails into his vest. He used his other arm to pull her close to him, which she seemed to have zero qualms about as she clawed at his back to keep him close, as if she didnât want to face what was going to happen when they left that building.Â
Spencer regretted ever thinking her sunshine was too bright for him.Â
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She hadnât smiled in a whole week. Well, that wasnât entirely true. She had given Penny a very forced smile when she had fussed over the younger woman the first day she got back, had said thankyou with downcast eyes and a fragile grin when the blonde presented her with a framed picture of a puppy to keep on her desk âincase she needed something nice to think about,â
She hadnât looked at it once, because they both knew it wouldnât do anything, no matter how much she pretended for Penelopeâs sake that she would put it to good use.Â
He had taken her out for coffee on him that first day, but by the time they had got to the front of the queue, he had been doing almost all of the talking, which had become rare nowadays since he had come home from Mexico. Usually, it had been her filling the silences, because he knew in her right mind she hated the sound of static nothingness, she found it awkward and unnecessary when she could talk to anyone without thinking about it too hard.Â
They had got to the desk, the barista smiling up at him as he ordered his usual, before he turned to look at her as the woman serving asked her what she would like. But she wasnât listening, she was watching out the window, nothing particularly invigorating beside a bird cleaning its feathers on top of a stop sign.Â
He said her name, putting his hand on her back and her head whipped around, her eyes empty as they looked up at him expectantly, âWhat do you want to drink?âÂ
She blinked, waking herself from a stupor, and looked at the barista with an embarrassed expression, âHot chocolate, please,âÂ
And that was all she really had to say until lunch rolled around, and she excused herself to head home early. Emily smiled at her reassuringly, her eyes wary as she watched their happy-go-lucky rookie head for the elevators with a desolate look in her eyes.Â
Spencer hoped she would come around on her own, or maybe even be brave enough to talk to someone about the thoughts rattling around that head of hers, but she just didnât. She stayed as silent as possible, only ever speaking when spoken to, asking Emily if she could finish off her reports at home, to which the Prentiss woman never protested.Â
But Spencer had had enough. Heâd worried himself sick over her, and where all thoughts of how endearing and lovely and charming she was had sat in his head before, now it was all just ways he could think to make her smile again.Â
It was the following Tuesday by the time he braved action. She had gone home after their midday briefing, apologising to Emily with tired eyes that seemed to be growing more and more heavy by the day, like she hadnât slept a wink in a fortnight. Which Spencer thought was entirely possible.Â
He pulled up to the house Penelope had not so discreetly told him was hers, definitely not because heâd asked, and definitely, definitely not breaching any human resource policies about distributing fellow workers information (meaning Spencer had almost certainly not begged Penelope for the address with those puppy eyes of his he knew could bag him anything).Â
The peonies in the window bays were wilting but her house was something out of a fairytale. He wasnât sure why he was really so surprised. It screamed her, everything about it, from the toadstool post box to the little green, cast iron bench that sat in the garden, the metal forged to look like florets of ivy holding the sitter upright.Â
He rapped the brass knocker, the metal cold under his long fingers. Brushing invisible dirt off his shirt, he hoped she would answer as the present squirmed at his feet.Â
âJust a second,â He hushed, and as if she heard him, the front door swung open to reveal her bare face he hadnât seen since heâd helped her wipe the blood from her skin in the back of the ambulance.Â
She looked at him with furrowed brows, before they quickly shot to the floor, to her cobbled pathway that had clicked under his shoes, and her face washed with a shock.Â
âOh my god, Spencer!â She crouched to her knees, a slobbery lick immediately meeting her cheek as the Spaniel rubbed his wet nose up to her ear, sniffing her unique smell, as if it was a bag of Class Aâs, âI never knew you had a dog,âÂ
âI donât,â He replied, kneeling with her to ruffle the soft fur behind the canineâs ear, âThis is Ace. He retired from the Bomb Unit a month ago and Penelope sent me his handlerâs number. They said heâs the happiest dog in the world,âÂ
 âI would be too if I stopped so many people from blowing up,â She said, but before he could ask what she meant exactly by that, Ace had jumped up and attacked her entire face with kisses as if he too thought that statement was worth silencing.Â
And she laughed. She laughed louder than she had in days, weeks, her eyes crinkling in joy as the little pink tongue stole away her sorrow, tickled away the traces of the blood that had tainted her skin.Â
Spencer smiled, his eyes watching her face scrunch in a squeal, hands eventually coming up to the elderly dogâs jowls to gently push him down.Â
âOh, you are the sweetest guy,â She said, and the words had him tugging at the leash to lick her all over again, âYes you are, youâre the sweetest little guy around, huh?âÂ
She chuckled, scratching down the muttâs neck, and her eyes flicked back up to Spencer, who watched her with more intent than sheâd realised.Â
âPetting and receiving affection from pets causes spikes in serotonin in our brain and reduces anxiety, did you know that?â Spencer said, Ace pushing his muzzle into the palm of her hand to prove a point.Â
Her smile wavered slightly, and she looked at his hazel hues that seemed to see right through her, âLook, Iâm sorry Iâve been so off lately, I just canât sleep at the moment-â
 âDonât apologise,â He cut in, though his tone was kind, and the two of them stood back up to their full height, âWhat happened was horrifying, even some of the longest serving agents I know would struggle seeing that,âÂ
She scoffed, unusually pessimistic coming out of her mouth, âYou wouldnât,â
His head tilted, not quite understanding what she meant, because she hadnât sounded cruel when she said it. Then again, he didnât think she was actually capable of that emotion.Â
She looked at him, a flash of something vulnerable in her eyes, something like that day heâd held her in the hallway; too fast he almost missed it.
âYouâre so brave, Spencer, youâre like invincible. I mean, you survived prison and your mom getting kidnapped and you bounced straight back to work like it was nothing. I canât even watch a murderer die without spiralling out of control,â She huffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and before he could respond on just how wrong she was, before he could tell her that that was exactly the opposite of what had happened because he had damn near changed every inch of himself in prison to stop himself from breaking, he caught her murmuring and he thought he might just have been punched all over again, âI wish I was like you,â
His jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stepped towards her, and her head shot to him, worried she may have said the wrong thing by mentioning everything that had happened, everything Pen had specifically said was a touchy subject, and she opened her mouth to apologise.Â
âDo you know how unbelievably glad I am that you are nothing like me?â Spencer said, his voice bordering on furious and her fumbled for a reply, worried she had truly pissed him off.Â
She wouldnât blame him for hating her. Sheâd always worried, until perhaps that day theyâd gotten into her car and sheâd driven him home, that her very essence annoyed him.Â
âIâm sorry-â She started, but he shook his head.
âStop apologising,â He said, his hand reaching up to grab where her fingers tugged together nervously, his hold featherlike, his face softening when he saw her expression, âI donât want you to be anything like me. I like you just how you are,âÂ
She sighed, eyes doe like with emotion as she looked at him, âReally?â
He smiled, a rare and genuine smile as she seemed to glow under his words, âYes, really.â Spencer allowed himself to enjoy the way that the twinkle returned to her expression when he smiled at her with something almost like the old Spencer in him, before he cleared his throat, âWe all like you. Everyone on the team likes how you are,â
She paused, nodding to herself as if knocking herself out of a silly daze, and Ace bounced on his hind legs trying to get her attention again.Â
âYou donât think Iâm too sensitive?â She asked, holding her palm out for the dog to nuzzle at with that wet nose of his.Â
Spencer shook his head, âSensitive is good. It means you feel something. Means you feel the good things deeper too,âÂ
Her smile was blinding, because sheâd never thought of it that way before, and she looked like her old self again. Spencer wasnât stupid enough to think she was never going to think about Bobbie again, he still thought about that first UnSub heâd tried to save. He still thought about Tobias Hankel. He thought about them all.Â
But he was going to make sure she never turned into him. He didnât think heâd ever forgive himself if she did. Heâd protect her sunlight even if it burned him to know he could never have her the way he wanted. Because she was everything good, and he was him.Â
She looked down at Ace, the life returning to her as she stood aside for the two of them to enter her house, âTea?â
Yep. Spencer felt something run hot knowing she would always be out of reach. Didnât stop him from thinking about it, though.Â
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Rockabye Baby
Oscar Piastri x Reader
Summary: you and Oscar take the next step in building your family ⊠just not in the way that anyone expected
Note: I really wanted to get something silly and cute posted for Motherâs Day â and so this was born! I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it đ«¶
You snuggle closer to Oscar in bed, resting your head on his chest as his fingers lazily trail up and down your arm. Itâs been an exhausting few weeks on the road, with races back-to-back, but these quiet moments together make it all worth it.
âOsc?â You murmur sleepily. âCan I ask you something?â
âOf course, babe.â He presses a kiss to the top of your head. âAnything.â
You hesitate, not sure if you should broach the subject. But youâve been together for years now, surely heâs thought about it too? âHave you ever, you know ⊠thought about having kids?â
Oscar tenses slightly, his fingers stilling on your skin. âKids?â
âYeah.â You prop yourself up on one elbow to study his face. âWeâre not getting any younger. And I know racing is your whole life, but ⊠I donât know, I think youâd make an amazing dad.â
A small smile plays at the corners of his mouth. âYou do, huh?â His fingers resume their gentle stroking along your arm. âI canât lie, the idea terrifies me. All the responsibility, the pressure ...â He blows out a long breath. âBut with you by my side? I think we could make it work.â
Hope blooms in your chest and you lean in to kiss him, long and lingering. âReally? You mean that?â
âWell, not right this second.â He chuckles, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. âBut someday? Definitely.â
You beam at him, buzzing with a childlike excitement you havenât felt in years. âOscar Piastri, future father. I canât wait.â
He pulls you close, tucking you under his chin. âMe neither. Now get some rest, yeah? Big day tomorrow.â
You hum contentedly, letting his steady heartbeat lull you toward sleep. Kids with Oscar ⊠you canât imagine anything better.
A few days later, youâre curled up on the sofa after a long day of work, idly scrolling through your phone while Oscar pads around the flat. Heâs been oddly restless and fidgety all evening, but youâve learned not to question his little quirks. Heâll open up when heâs ready.
âSo,â he begins, sinking onto the couch beside you with an adorably nervous expression. âYou know how the other night you mentioned, um ⊠wanting to be a mum someday?â
You perk up instantly, setting your phone aside as your pulse kicks up a notch. âYeah?â
âWell.â He ducks his head shyly, then pulls something from behind his back â a small, smooth rock, painted in garish shades of papaya. âI got you this.â
You blink at him. âA ⊠rock?â
âItâs our baby!â He thrusts it toward you proudly. âSee, Iâm the dad now. Taking those first steps.â
A startled laugh bubbles up from your chest. âOscar, you dork. Thatâs the cutest, most ridiculous thing Iâve ever heard.â
âToo much?â He grimaces, though his eyes are twinkling with barely contained mirth. âI just thought, you know, we could start small. Get used to the idea before, uh, before anything bigger.â
âOh my god, I love you.â You take the rock from his hand, cradling it tenderly as you peck his cheek. âHi there, little guy. Hope you donât mind a slightly non-traditional family.â
âNot at all.â Oscar drapes his arm around your shoulders as you lean into his side. âWeâll just raise him to be open-minded and accepting. Like his mum.â
âHis mum who gave birth to him in pebble form, you mean?â
Oscar shrugs unapologetically. âHeâll be the talk of the playground.â
You dissolve into helpless giggles, nestling even closer. âThis is certifiably insane, you know that? I canât believe weâre grown adults playing house with a pet rock.â
âHey, donât knock it till you try it.â Oscar nuzzles into the crook of your neck, warm and solid against you. âWeâre new parents. We can do whatever we want.â
Over the next few days, Rocky, as youâve lovingly dubbed him, becomes a constant presence. You bring him along when you travel to the next race, introducing him proudly to the team. Lando takes one look and bursts out laughing.
âWhat the bloody hell is that thing?â
âOur son,â Oscar says with a straight face. âWould you like to meet your nephew?â
âYou two are properly mental.â But thereâs an unmistakable fondness in Landoâs smile as he gently pokes at Rocky. âSâpose he takes after his dad, eh?â
You crack up at the offended look on Oscarâs face. âOh, trust me, Iâll be handling most of the heavy lifting around here.â
From there, it only escalates. Rocky gets his own tiny race suit, his own seat in Oscarâs car (firmly buckled in, of course â safety first). You find yourself referring to him with increasingly outlandish endearments.
âHere, let me get the handsomest stone in the whole wide world a bottle before we try tummy time.â
âHowâs my little pebble today? Did you sleep okay in your bassinet?â
Logan nearly falls over laughing the first time he sees Rocky strapped into a miniature car seat on the plane between races.
âYou guys are too much, man.â He shakes his head in bewildered amusement. âWhere do you even find stuff like that?â
Oscar smirks. âParents have their ways.â
The joke takes on a life of its own, morphing from a silly gag into a full-blown inside joke, an ever-present reminder that someday, when youâre both ready, you really will have a baby of your own to dote on. For now, though, raising Rocky together is more than enough.
It really hits you one evening as the team celebrates Oscarâs latest podium finish. Youâre sitting with a small group, letting the lively chatter of friends and team members wash over you, when you become aware of Oscar sitting across from you. Heâs got Rocky nestled in the crook of his elbow, cooing nonsense as he gently jostles him.
âWhoâs a good little guy? You are, thatâs who. Gonna grow up big and strong like your dad, yeah?â His expression is so tender, so achingly soft, that you feel your heart swell fit to burst.
Heâs going to be an incredible father someday, you realize with a jolt of startling clarity. Look at how natural it comes to him, how happy and content he seems, just cradling that silly rock.
Later that night, you find yourself curled around Oscar in bed, trailing feather-light kisses along the line of his throat. He hums deep in his chest, tangling one hand in your hair to tug you closer.
âMmm, what was that for?â
âNothing.â You prop your chin on his chest, drinking in the achingly handsome lines of his face. âYou just ⊠youâre gonna be such an amazing dad, you know that?â
A bashful smile tugs at his lips as his free hand smooths along the curve of your hip. âYeah? You really think so?â
âI know so.â You reach out to trace the sharp line of his jaw with one fingertip. âAny kid would be lucky to have you.â
Oscarâs gaze softens to molten gold in the dim light. âNot nearly as lucky as we are to have you. Youâre the best mum Rocky couldâve asked for.â
He kisses you then, deep and searing, pulling you flush against him as the world around you falls away. And when he finally breaks away, breathless but beaming, you know without a shadow of a doubt:
Whenever the time comes, whenever you meet your real baby ⊠everything is going to be okay. More than okay.
Because youâll have Oscar by your side, just like always. Your partner, your best friend, and the love of your life.
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Five Years Later
You cradle your newborn daughter to your chest, gazing down at her perfect little face in pure wonderment. Itâs only been a few hours since she made her entrance into the world, but youâre already hopelessly in love.
âSheâs beautiful,â Oscar murmurs, voice thick with unshed tears as he brushes one reverent fingertip along her downy cheek. âJust like her mum.â
You lean into him, overcome. This right here â the two of you and your brand new baby girl â is everything youâve ever wanted. All those years of loving Oscar, of dreaming about starting a family together ⊠it was all leading to this shining moment.
A soft knock at the door breaks the tranquil silence. Oscar shoots you a quizzical look as a familiar face pokes his head in.
âThis a bad time?â Lando grins crookedly. âI come bearing gifts for the little one.â
âLando!â You canât help but beam at the sight of your friend. âGet in here, you muppet.â
He slips inside, toeing off his shoes with a cheeky wink in your direction. âWell someoneâs in a good mood. Canât imagine why.â
âAre you kidding? Iâm amazing. Completely knackered, but amazing.â You gesture for him to come closer with your free hand. âHere, come meet Oscarâs little co-driver.â
Landoâs expression melts into something unbearably soft as he peers down at the tiny bundle in your arms. âAww, mate ⊠sheâs perfect. Well done, you two.â
âDo you, uh ...â Oscar clears his throat gruffly. âDâyou want to hold her?â
For a moment, Lando looks almost scared, like a deer caught in the headlights. Then he nods jerkily, settling into the bedside chair with surprising care as you transfer your daughter into his arms. He cradles her close with the utmost tenderness, rocking her ever so slightly as she lets out the faintest sigh.
âLook at you,â he breathes, sounding utterly besotted already. âJust a teeny little thing, arenât you?â
Itâs like seeing an entirely different side of him, one you never could have anticipated. Not the cheeky, irreverent joker youâve known for years, but a man, a friend, wholly disarmed by new life and possibility. You exchange a look with Oscar, heart fit to bursting.
âSo,â Lando continues, still totally entranced by the baby. âI know we ribbed you mercilessly for a while there about the whole rock baby thing ...â
Your mouth falls open in recollection. âLando, please donât-â
But heâs already reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a familiar splash of textured papaya. âBut thereâs no way Iâd let my favorite nephew miss out on this.â
Rocky, battered and faded but unmistakable, sits nestled in Landoâs palm. You nearly choke on a startled laugh.
âAre you kidding me right now?â
âHold up, thereâs more.â Lando somehow manages to keep cradling the baby with one arm as he bends down with the other, hauling a plastic bucket onto the bed. You gape at the contents â dozens upon dozens of smooth pebbles, each one lovingly decorated in bright shades of orange.
âHad to get the whole family involved, didnât I?â Lando says with a shameless grin. âSheâs got loads of brothers and sisters to look after her now.â
You swat at him in a flood of exasperated affection. âYou absolute prick. Look at you, being all sentimental.â
âMe? Never.â But the shine of unshed tears in his eyes contradicts the words. He transfers the baby back to you with exaggerated care, then takes a moment to stroke one gentle finger along her tiny cheek. âYouâve got one hell of a village behind you, little one.â
Over the next short while, Lando pulls up a chair and regales you all with outrageous stories and anecdotes, all while Rocky and his âsiblingsâ make the rounds, passed from person to person like favorite old friends. At one point, Oscarâs cradling your human baby in one arm and your original baby rock in the other, murmuring nonsense to them both as you blink back tears for what feels like the thousandth time that day.
âLook at you,â you say in awe, drinking in the sight. âMy little family.â
Oscar meets your gaze over the top of your daughterâs head, his own eyes shining. âOur family,â he corrects softly.
Youâre still reveling in that realization when a quiet knock sounds at the door. A nurse bustles in with an apologetic smile. âIâm so sorry, but weâre going to need to move the baby to the nursery soon. Just for a little while to let mum rest.â
Oh. You clutch your daughter closer on instinct, chest caving with an aching reluctance you werenât expecting. How can you possibly bear to let her go already?
But then Lando slips an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a warm embrace. âOi, itâs alright. Weâll keep an eye on her for you, yeah? Give Uncle Lando and Mini Piastri some quality time.â
Rocky sits nestled in his other palm, as stalwart and patient as ever even after all these years. You nod quickly, swiping at your damp cheeks as you kiss your daughterâs downy head one last time before relinquishing her to the nurse.
âIâll be right back, sweet girl. Donât go growing too much while Iâm gone.â
Watching her get wheeled away is harder than you could have imagined, like a physical ache in your chest. Oscar wraps you up in his arms from behind, steadying you with his usual quiet strength.
âSheâs okay, babe,â he murmurs, lips brushing your hairline. âSheâs just down the hall. Weâre not going anywhere.â
You let his soothing words wash over you, turning into his embrace until your breathing evens out again. First lesson of parenthood learned â this partâs not easy. But youâll get through it, just like everything else, with Oscar by your side.
Rocky sits on the bedside table, bold colors slightly faded but message as bright and clear as ever. A reminder that sometimes, the smallest, silliest things can take on the biggest meaning when it comes to family.
âAlright lovebirds,â Lando pipes up, slinging an arm around each of your shoulders. âWhat dâyou say we bring the whole crew down to see the little miss soon, eh? Give her many uncles a chance to swoon all over her?â
You manage a watery chuckle, leaning into Landoâs side as Oscar tucks himself against your other side. Because this? This little patchwork family youâve built around yourselves, kept close through all the chaos and the years? This is what itâs all about. The fierce loyalty, the bond forged by adversity and triumph and teamwork. The family youâve chosen over and over again, year after year, through all of lifeâs twists and turns.
Your eyes drift to Rocky, resting quietly on the nightstand by your hospital bed. Once an inside joke, a silly gift from your husband to make you smile. Now a treasured heirloom, a precious mascot for the latest member of your ever-expanding clan.
Maybe youâll hold onto that little rock for another few decades, you muse, draping one arm around Oscarâs trim waist. Long enough for your daughter â and any other little ones who may eventually join her â to grow up passing him between chubby baby fists. Long enough for your grandchildren to gather around and listen to stories about.
âCome on then,â youâll say with an indulgent smile. âLet Granny tell you the story of Rocky. How he was the very first baby in our little family ...â
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u/NumberOneRockHater · 9h
My parents and entire family are convinced a ROCK is my older brother!
Okay, I have to get this off my chest because itâs been driving me crazy for years. My parents and extended family are all obsessed with this rock that they insist is my older brother âRockyâ (ugh, I know).
Iâm talking full-on delusion levels here. Ever since before I was born, my dad got my mom this painted rock as a joke âbabyâ. Well, the joke escalated to the point where they started taking this rock everywhere, dressing it up in little outfits, calling it âhimâ, the whole nine yards.
At first I thought it was just a weird little quirk, you know? Silly but harmless. Except it never stopped. Iâm 16 years old now and my PARENTS STILL REFER TO THIS ROCK AS MY SIBLING.
Itâs always âWhereâs your brother?â and âDid you pack Rockyâs bag for our trip?â and âDonât forget to wish your brother a happy birthday!â My uncle (who is the WORST enabler) will show up to every family event pulling more painted rocks out of his pockets like âLook, more kids for you guys!â
Meanwhile Iâm just standing there like a crazy person. How is nobody else concerned that my entire family has deluded themselves into believing a literal inanimate object is a sentient being?
And the real kicker? This dumb rock has been passed around and adored more than me, an actual human child. I have clear memories of being like 6 years old and my parents getting legitimately UPSET at me for dropping Rocky on the ground. While Iâm standing right there!
My dad loves telling this stupid story about the day I was born, how my uncle showed up at the hospital like âI brought the babyâs siblings!â and pulled out an entire bucket of painted pebbles. PEBBLES, PEOPLE. As my âbrothers and sistersâ?
Iâm honestly losing my mind here. No matter how much I protest or roll my eyes, they always play it off as a silly inside joke. Like yeah, Iâm sure getting your knickers in a twist over my lack of acknowledgment for THE ROCK YOU NAMED AND CLAIM IS MY SIBLING is a totally normal thing to do! My mum actually teared up the last time I put my foot down, saying she could never abandon her âfirstborn.â Um, hello? I was the firstborn, you weirdos!
At this point, I have to assume that either A) My parents and family are all certifiable and living in a shared psychosis, or B) This is some sort of Truman Show situational prank that Iâm not in on.
Is it too late to be adopted by a normal family? Or do I need to be the one committed for dealing with this nonsense?
Please tell me Iâm not actually going insane here. Anybody else have a family this completely deluded?
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u/NosyAndProud · 8h
LOL no way, your family sounds hilarious! Iâm dying at the image of your poor teen self dealing with this ongoing rocky sibling chronicle. But in their defense, youâve gotta admit itâs a pretty creative way to memorialize a dumb inside joke, right?
My advice? Lean into it. Get your big brother an outfit for the next family gathering. Play fight with âhimâ in front of your friends and horrify them. TP the house and blame it on Rockyâs delinquent behavior. The possibilities for messing with everyone are endless!
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Reply from u/NumberOneRockHater · 6h
Iâm honestly crying, your suggestions have me wheezing! Although if I DID embrace this, Iâm pretty sure my uncle would lose his mind. Heâs already brought enough ârock siblingsâ for an entire pebble daycare at this point.
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u/JudgingLoudly · 7h
This is sending me! Iâm just imagining you as a little kid, trying to argue with your parents about why inanimate objects canât actually be siblings. And them being full-on âWell ackshually, this is Rocky your brotherâ đ€âïž
But also lowkey itâs kinda sweet? I mean objectifying nonliving things is usually a bad idea (see every Disney movie ever). But if itâs just a quirky tradition that brings your family joy and makes them feel special, who are we to judge? You only get one weird childhood!
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Reply from u/NumberOneRockHater · 5h
Yes, exactly! It was always âBut Rocky will be so disappointed if you donât share your toys with him!â Like ⊠what?
And donât get me wrong, theyâre wonderful parents and weâre a very close, loving family. Thatâs what makes this particular shared psychosis so baffling! Just a big olâ collective break from reality to obsess over this stupid rock, I guess.
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u/LiveForDrama · 4h
Ok but real talk, I would give ANYTHING to have been a fly on the wall when your uncle first unveiled the âsiblingsâ đ Iâm picturing this grown man deadass pulling pebbles out of his pockets and ceremoniously announcing âHereâs baby Pumice, and little Granite, and this one is called Basalt ...â
And your parents were just like âWhy, HELLO THERE LITTLE ONES! WHAT DELIGHTFUL NEW ADDITIONS TO OUR BROOD!â Just ⊠no questions asked. No commentary on the total insanity. God, I love families.
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Reply from u/NumberOneRockHater · 3h
You have NO idea. I still have flashbulb memories of being like 10 years old, walking into the living room to find my GROWN-ASS UNCLE lying on the floor, lining up those idiotic pebbles and introducing them one by one.
Meanwhile my dad is on the couch COOING at them and having full-on conversations like âIsnât that right, little fella? Your uncle just loves to spoil you, doesnât he?â MY BRAIN COULD NOT COMPUTE.
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u/GlassHalfFull · 2h
Ok, gotta say ⊠as someone raised by very boring, no-nonsense parents, Iâm just a lil bit jealous of the sheer unrestrained WHIMSY your family has cultivated here.
Like, youâll always have this hilarious shared experience to look back on! Sure itâs a rock, but itâs THEIR rock, you know? Thatâs beautiful in a weird way. At least your childhood wasnât mind-numbing evenings full of tax documents and khaki pantsuits?
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Reply from u/NumberOneRockHater · 1h
Haha, you make a good point! I definitely canât say my childhood was dull, thatâs for sure. Although I do have traumatic memories of losing Rocky at a rest stop when I was 5, and my parents freaking out for hours until we found him under a vending machine. Totally normal.
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here are some preliminary sketches I had done in my sketchbook for the peepaw chilchuck comic.
I wanted to follow it up with some worldbuilding thoughts I had while working on it, if that sort of thing is interesting to anyone:
- itâd take place 5ish years post-canon
- I changed almost everyoneâs hair to show time had passed. Chilchuck and Kabru were the most drastic (I COULDNT STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT LONG HAIR KABRU THAT KUI DREW), Marcille grew out her bangs, Senshiâs beard is slightly shorter, and Izutsumiâs hair is mildly longer. Laios and Falin give me the impression that theyâre the brand of neurodivergent thatâd pick one haircut and stick to it for the rest of their lives. I almost gave Laios facial hair but idk heâs gotten over his daddy issue enough for that.
- Emertim Chils: I tried to follow both the half-foot and dwarven naming conventions for the baby, so Emer- comes from âemeraldâ (dwarven names are often gemstones or ore) and -tim because Chilchuckâs fatherâs first name was Tim :) Dwarves donât have family names, so Emertim would take Chils, same as Flertom. Usually theyâre named after their father but I didnât wanna name a random dwarf man. thank you Chel for helping name him đ«¶đ
- Initially the idea that Chilchuck would keep an entire grandchild a secret was just a joke, but it made sense when I thought about it. I wonder,, would dwarf/half-foot couples have trouble conceiving? Because if so, Iâd imagine Flertom may have lost a couple pregnancies. Chilchuck is already such a private person, and I donât think heâd feel comfortable airing his daughterâs grief like that. They wouldnât wanna tell anyone until they were sure this baby was gonna make it.
- For the above reason, Chilchuck would absolutely spoil this kid. Not that he wouldnât have spoiled his grandkids anyway, but I think after all that stress, heâd be extra extra doting. Heâd be letting him do things heâd never DREAM of letting his own daughters do. Completely different parenting style.
- I think heâs still too prideful to take advantage of Laios being King (sidenote: is Laios even wealthy??? does a kingdom that sprung up from a previously-sunken continent even have money?? what the fuck is their economy), but like,,, if Laios offered any gifts he wouldnât exactly say no.
- Izutsumi surprisingly really likes the baby :3 sheâd like to take naps with him and heâd like her purrs and sheâd have a lot of fun playing with him.
- SENSHI. meemaw mode. That kid would grow up not realizing Senshi isnât technically one of his grandads. He is FEEEEEDING this kid.
- LAIOS DOES GET TO HOLD THE BABY!!!!!! just. eventually. They donât actually expect a Tarrare situation LMAO they just wait until the kid is a little less fragile and a little more mobile. I think Laios would be really good with toddlers.
- Chilchuck is very thankful Emertimâs half-foot genes kick in sooner than later because he was getting too big for him to carry.
- Emertim would probably get the extended lifespan. He and Marcille would get to stay friends for a very very long time :â)
- my personal headcanon is that Chilchuck and his wife decide to split. He still loves her and itâs probably still a bit mutual, but after four years of almost no-contact, they decide their communication issues arenât working well for their relationship. Plus, the Adventurerâs Bible says Chilchuck is renting their old house out to family, and heâd feel bad kicking them out so he and wife could move back in. Theyâd still be on good terms, and would be good at coordinating when to babysit.
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good girls finish last âą e. jaeger
your best friend was always adamant that heâd have you and he follows through on it in a huge way.
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black fem!reader, heavy dom!eren (heâs yandere if you squint), PWOP, overstimulation, back licking, squirting, reader calls him daddy, calls reader princess, growling/marking, orgasm denial. he speaks German/Italian, many other themes I donât feel like listing
in case you all were wondering what inspired this: enjoy! đ«¶đŸ
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âMmmm!âŠplease..â
âShhh, keep your voice down, baby. I wonât say it again..â
the deep vibrato rang out in your ear in almost a growl like tone..his voice tantalizing and almost honey like as it deeper into your brain. He was trouble..that you had always known since the day you met him. Your best friend of several years, even when everyone else told you otherwise. However, that was of no consequence. Especially when you were certain that he was the only man for you. Someone who saw your flaws as perfections, who thought the world of you even when you seemed insignificant. It was more than what could be said of the man who had you before..hence why he was now there to pick up the pieces.
â..donât talk, just breathe..thatâs all you need to do right now. Just focus on my voice..â the command simultaneous with the sounds and sensation of his thick, warm fingertips fluidly moving in and out of your warmth. Your slick building up on the hilt of his knuckles as he flexed his wrist. His tattooed digits and arm were already decorated in the remnants of your previous orgasms and he was looking to add more to the collection. âIâI just..this isnât right..we shouldnât be doing this.â A statement only followed by that same maniacal laughter you had heard many times before and a soft clutch around your throat. âAnd why is that? Hmm..scared that heâs gonna walk in here? Good, let him see what a real man is supposed to do.â Even so, your chest couldnât help but to heave with every delicate, calculated movement he made. Working your cunt over with the most intricate of strokes. He occasionally uses his free hand to squeeze your throat or grope your tits that were pulled from your tank top. That thong dangling at your ankles and your plaid skirt flipped up to expose your lower half..he was enjoying this! All of it far more than he shouldâve but he couldnât help himself, really. Eren had been in love with you since the two of you first became acquainted. Those beautiful lips, those thighs and pretty dark skin he found so perfect..the best part was? It was all his!âŠregardless of how many losers you allowed into your life. You were his lady, forever and always. And heâd make certain that everyone knew it. Removing that hand from your throat, heâd quickly replace it with a trail of gentle kisses. As well as the slight drudge of his teeth up the sensitive skin.
âDonât you get it? We were always supposed to be together. Just me and you against the world, princess. Thatâs what you told me, right?â Your answer seemingly coming a moment too late for him, as he snatched your head around to meet his gaze. âRight?!â âAh!âyes! Yes, daddy..â the name inciting more of a fire in him than before. Truth be told, he knew you liked it. You loved it, in fact. That much apparent by the subtle smirk on your face. âLook at you fucking smiling..admit it, mama. You never loved him. You were only pretending. You always were such a people pleaser..my good girl.â His voice dropped even lower as his fingers elevated to your g-spot once more. Pressing on the fleshy pad and making you writhe in his grasp. You were as good as stuck..you wouldnât leave this spot. This bed where you and your ex had consummated your relationship several times. And not once did it ever bring you the thrill and rush that fucking Eren did. The way he spoke to you, held you close and made you feel as if he existed solely for you.
âBut thatâs why Iâm hereâŠyou donât have to appease anyone. You can be selfish with me, baby. Give in to what you really wantâŠso tell me..what is that? Tell me what you want me to doâŠâ all the while, his movements became sped up and you were clawing at his tattooed forearm; mere seconds from climaxing whilst he coaxed you through it. âCâmon, closed mouths donât get fed, princess. Talk to me..â just as smooth as ever and devilish as well. He always had such a way with words and knew exactly how to articulate them to get his wishes. Maybe thatâs why so many people despised the cocky brunette. Because he was the total package, head to toe. But an asshole to his core. Still, that didnât mean shit to him..or you! Through your lens, he was picture perfect and nothing could change that. Working those digits in and out, youâd finally screech and yelp, unable to keep your voice lowered and in response, all he could do was laugh. Knowing that you were trying so hard to spare the feelings of someone you shouldnât have. Youâd quickly cup your hand over your mouth but to no avail.
âAww, whatâs the matter? Donât want your âmanâ to hear us? Hear me playing with this lilâ pussy? Afraid it might break his little heart? Youâre so considerate..â sarcastically stroking the side of your face with a lilt in his tone. But there was simply no need for you to be so courteous. âIâll let you in on a little secret. Heâs with another bitch right now. Somewhere laid up with a girl who couldnât even think of competing with you. So why hold back, baby? Why are you trying to fight whatâs meant to be for his sake?â
in a moment of haste, Eren retracted his fingers and used them momentarily to pacify your cries. Heâd work them in between your jaws and meanwhile, usher you onto all fours. Prompting you to arch your back. Just as quickly, heâd tug those sweatpants down and remove his shirt in the process. He could feel you teeming right on the edge of climatic bliss but he was selfish. He needed to reach that point with youâŠto feel every bit and part of you as you made it to that point. Once he freed his stiff cock from those boxers, heâd align himself with your slit and immediately begin slapping it against your folds. Leaning down, heâd lace your shoulder blades with those same markings on your neck; biting gently into your flesh like a predator claiming its sweet little prey. Grunting and moaning into your ear how gorgeous you were and how he couldnât wait to beat your pussy up. You were so delicate, soft and pretty. But he couldnât help but to defile you..to make you a product of his sick perversions. Heâd dreamed of the nights that he could pound this little pussy into oblivion. Making you cream on his shaft until you left him an utter mess..going deep until he forced you to squirt all over him and then shortly after, breed you so that he was with you in more ways than one. Having vivid daydreams of your belly swollen with his kid..it was the ultimate sign of possession!
âFuck me, Eren! I canât take itâŠâ â..now whereâs those manners you love so much? Say please..â there was that slick mouth. You always loved it when you werenât the one on the receiving end but seeing as you were about to combust, you were feeding into it. âPlease, daddy. I need it so bad..need you to make me come, right now..â
grasping at the sheets beneath you, youâd feel a sharp sting when his palm collided with your asscheek before those same fingers laced your throat. Eren never did like being told what to do but for you?âŠhe could possibly overlook it.
âShhhh! pazienza, amore mio..â pushing a finger to your lips.
the switch in dialect sending a pang to your stomach. You were always so fond of the fact that he was trilingual, being the son of immigrants. Heâd tested it out on you earlier in the night as his tongue drudged between your folds and lapped at your clit. Heâd begin complimenting your flavor and scent in his native languages; letting the words ooze like honey.
âWeâll get there when I say so..â suddenly, youâd feel yourself become full as he impaled you on his cock. Shoving that girthy, long member into that swollen heat. It was no time before you acclimated, despite his massive size. It was almost as if you designed just for him. âAhhâŠso fucking tight. Just like old times..when youâd sneak out of class or practice, just to come fuck me. Ooh..that pussy felt so good..â Referring to your high school days when you were just alike. Delinquents and deviants only caring about each other. Fast forward and you were trying to get your act together. In college, new job, and supposedly a new man. However, old habits die hard and he was a hell of a one to crack. âYou used to be such a slut fâr me. Letâs see if you still have it in you..â mocking whilst he smacked your ass repeatedly, telling you to meet his thrusts. The collision of that plump backside driving him crazy, especially when you reached back voluntarily and spread yourself open; glancing back with a smirk on your face. âMmm..like that?â âFuuuck..yeah, thereâs my nasty lilâ bitch. Here..open up.â In one fell swoop, Eren tugged your head back and your jaw would fall slack; opening your enough for him to fill it with spit which made you giggle in return.
âMmm, thank you, daddy..â he couldnât help but to twitch each time you uttered the moniker. It always did sound so much sexier when you said. âYouâre so welcome, princess..thank you for being so patient. I know you wanna come so bad. I want you to..â as he persisted with his speech, his strokes became a bit more sped up. The sounds of clapping flesh growing louder as well as your moans.
â âRennnâŠoh my God..â â..thatâs right, baby. Pray to me, worship this fucking dick like you used to.â Commanding that you take it. Tightening his grip on the back of your neck, heâd force (y/n) face down, flat on the mattress in a prone position. Now, he could go as fast as he pleased without you faltering. âIâm the only one that can make you feel this good. The fuck were you thinking give my pussy to these fuck ass little boys? Are you crazy?â Seemingly switching his demeanor midway. That side of him always did scare you. But heâd never even so much as entertain the thought of hurting his princess. The only pain he wanted to cause you was consensual and pleasure filled. The kind youâd beg for.
âNnngh, Iâm so sorry, daddy. Iâm so fucking sorry..â your voice high pitched and wailing as he pounded you mercilessly. You couldnât take another minute of this. Your bladder felt as if it were going up burst, your eyes rolling back and tears staining your cheek. But he was inconsolable, thinking about another man in this bed with you. Being inside of you without a clue of how to make you happy. That was his job and his alone.
âItâs okay, itâs okayâŠdonât cry. Iâm not mad at you..Iâm just so disappointed that youâd settle like this..â breaking into yet another chuckle whilst his strokes became sporadic. âPlease!..Iâm so close..â âI know, I know you are..â leaning down to mark your spine with kisses as he lifted you back up and to also rattle off in your ear. â..so letâs get you there, pretty girl..â just then, those strokes would reach maximum speed and youâd find yourself trying to brace but you were coming undone! You could barely keep a grasp on those sheets and he was drilling you like no oneâs business. Tugging you back to his chest with that same grasp on your throat, Eren kept talking; coaching you through your orgasm. Telling you when you squeeze and hold your muscles. To not release until he gave you explicit permission. Meanwhile, heâd stroke your clit repeatedly until you were nearly convulsing, trying to hold back. You had always trusted him but this teasing was too much to bear. You had to let go right now! And luckily, he wouldnât keep you waiting for much longer
âCome for me, princess! Come for me..squirt on my dick! Spritz auf meinen Schwanz..â repeating the phrase a couple times more with a heavy growl and with that accent peeking through, youâd fall apart right there in his grasp, releasing a puddle onto his cock and the linen. You were finished; completely spent and on the brink of collapse. But he was quick to hold you in place and steal one last peck from those pretty lips.
âI love you..I love you so fucking much..you hear me? Donât you ever leave me again..â his voice faint through his seemingly overwhelming amounts of emotions. He was so happy that you were back where you belonged. In his arms, in his life. Maybe being a goody two shoes got you nowhere and youâd gotten your heart broken trying to do the right thingâŠ
âI love you more, baby..Iâm right here..â
and hell, maybe good girls did finish last but if this was what was waiting at the end of the line?
âIâll never leave you again, Eren. I promise.â
youâd fall behind every time!
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it's got to be time travel | charles leclerc social media au
pairing: charles leclerc x fem footballer!reader
face claim: jessie fleming (i'm a chelsea fan and i'm sad she left :()
they've got all the time in the world for each other, don't ask them where they got that time from though
note: we're also gonna pretend that the women's football and f1 seasons line up here lol
MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | MY SMALL BUSINESS
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charles_leclerc: last sunday lunch before we both have to go back to work :(
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user1: ffs why do their ACTUAL jobs have to get in the way of my regularly scheduled charles x y/n content???
user2: i personally think that the fia should just give charles the championship and y/n the WSL title so they can just chill together :)
maxverstappen1: not on my watch
charles_leclerc: you don't even follow me? get out of my comments
maxverstappen1: you can't just get given the championship because you have attachment issues WE ALL HAVE ATTACHMENT ISSUES
charles_leclerc: me i get, but y/n doesn't deserve to win?
maxverstappen1: i never said that. y/n is girlboss slay queen
yourusername: too right i am
charles_leclerc: why are you peace and love with her and not me?
maxverstappen1: she's cool, you aren't
yourusername: can't disagree with that babe soz
user3: i have a feeling that these spats might get worse the longer charles is separated from y/n
user4: waa waa we're all sad their being separated but all i'm thinking is UP THE CHELS
user5: i need the treble right fucking now, a charles championship would be a bonus i guess
lewishamilton: will i get a formal introduction to y/n before we're teammates?
yourusername: YES, YES YOU WILL
charles_leclerc: i guess that answers that
lewishamilton: don't hate the player, hate the game
yourusername: i better see your ass at kingsmeadow at some point, it's fun, even if others think they're too good for it
lewishamilton: i'll be there đ«Ą
user7: can 2025 come quick.... PLEASE
user8: lol does this mean that charles has offered to take carlos to a game but he didn't go?
user9: ugh what a bore
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yourusername: excited for the new season back with the girlypops :))))))
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user10: treble or nothing I BEG
user11: it's their year for the champions league i've seen the script
alexalbon: no seatbelt ? way to set dangerous examples to your young audience
yourusername: if you're not careful i'm gonna teach my audience how to put their foot up the ass of those annoying her
alexalbon: ugh i hope you lose :P
yourusername: i don't have to hope, i know your ass ain't gonna be in q3
alexalbon: that's TOO far @charles_leclerc does our years of friendship mean nothing?
charles_leclerc: sorry buddy, i am y/n stan first, human being second
yourusername: as he should.
user12: so like... will we see charles in a y/n jersey again in the paddock?
user13: @ferrari stop being so annoying and let him wear what he wants
user14: i think i tasted paradise when they actually let him wear a y/n canada jersey in montreal
charles_leclerc: never seen someone make blue look so good
maxverstappen1: i'm right here?
sebastianvettel: did the homoeroticism of our challenge videos mean nothing?
danielricciardo: do not lie to yourself
yourusername: sorry sluts, you wish you looked this good
charles_leclerc: they'll never be you đ«¶đ»
user15: i know the cfcw admin and pr department have a heart attack every time y/n posts
user16: the way she's out here calling three f1 drivers sluts with no repercussions
yourusername: can't be told off for telling the TRUTH
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f1: couple goals! charles leclerc takes pole in bahrain while his girlfriend, y/n y/ln, scored the winner for chelsea women!
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user19: okay but i've never been in a relationship and am currently rotting on my couch... so who is the real winner here x
yourusername: my handsome boy is so talented :3
charles_leclerc: not as talented as you, pretty girl
yourusername: nuh uh at least my team is competent
charles_leclerc: errrrr
samkerr20: i think you broke him lol
yourusername: sometimes i think he's more loyal to ferrari than me
charles_leclerc: no!
scuderiaferrari: huh?
charles_leclerc: wait...
yourusername: i see :(
charles_leclerc: i'm LOGGING OUT
user20: charles is so lover boy stuck in his tortured poets department (ferrari formula one team)
user21: the way he's probably yelling down the phone to y/n about how much he loves her right now
samkerr20: he is and it's so loud the whole locker room can hear it
yourusername: but he's so sweet isn't he
niamhcharles17: i guess?
alexalbon: we heard it from his side... barf
yourusername: @lilymunhe are you being starved of romance?
lilymunhe: compared to you and charles YES
alexalbon: ummmm get out of my business y/ln
yourusername: you're ALWAYS in my business buster đ€š
alexalbon: NO! i am just passing down the ancient skill of communication?
yourusername: you're such a gossip girl alex
user21: i know they bicker like siblings, but i know deep down that there have been double dates
charles_leclerc: yes, but y/n and i are much better (no offence lily)
yourusername: did you log back in to restart the argument with alex
charles_leclerc: yes!
alexalbon: boo you whore
yourusername: don't talk to him like that đ€š
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samkerr20: forced to hang out with the straights... they're actually kind of cute
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user22: you know the couple has to be real cute when even the gays think they're cute
user23: no one can resist the charms of y/n and charles
yourusername: these photos make me think that we are cuter
samkerr20: we are but i didn't want to hurt charles' feelings
charles_leclerc: consider them hurt
samkerr20: boo hoo
yourusername: noooooo i love you xxx
charles_leclerc: hehehehehehehe i love you too xxx
yourusername: i miss you, hurry up and win and come home to me
charles_leclerc: i'm doing my best :(
yourusername: you are the bestest boy
samkerr20: STOP THAT MAKES HIM SOUND LIKE A DOG
oscarpiastri: when will australians stop being victims of this relationship
danielricciardo: this is your first season dealing with them properly, buckle up
oscarpiastri: i'm in a relationship but they make me feel so lonely
maxverstappen1: you get used to it after a while
yourusername: we're right here
landonorris: let us commiserate in peace
charles_leclerc: ??? do you or do you not get free football tickets out of it?
landonorris: yeha but when we go we just have to watch you cry when y/n inevitably wins another trophy
charles_leclerc: I'M PROUD OF HER AND YOU WON'T SHAME ME FOR THAT
user24: chelsea women players must be so confused when these grown men start arguments in the comments of THEIR posts
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yourusername: weekend off... you know what that means
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user25: i know there's over 1.5 million likes but how can i gatekeep y/n?
user26: for real
charles_leclerc: the best weekends are with you here
yourusername: i may have a love/hate relationship with this team, but the catering is banging (i may have to move to italy)
chelseafcw: NO MENTIONS OF LEAVING CHELSEA, NOT EVEN A JOKE - NOTHING!
yourusername: okay, sorry guys (the pasta was so good though)
charles_leclerc: not even for me?
chelseafcw: DEFINITELY NOT FOR YOU, WATCH OUT OR WE'LL BLACKLIST YOU FROM KINGSMEADOW
yourusername: okay, let's pedal this back. i'm not leaving london and we all still love charles, right admin?
chelseafcw: .... yes
user27: when you're in a who has attachment issues with y/n y/ln and your competition is the chelseafcw admin and charles leclerc
user28: no point even showing up
maxverstappen1: i for one am glad when y/n is in the paddock because it means i can sneak in without the cameras seeing me
yourusername: i am a woman of the people
charles_leclerc: she's such a star, everyone wants to see her
maxverstappen1: yeah i'll give you that
yourusername: we're also hot
charles_leclerc: don't you dare respond to that one max
maxverstappen1: đ«Ąđ«Ąđ«Ą
user29: patiently waiting for the hq photos of them đ
user30: gonna print them out and put them in my heart locket
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charles_leclerc: babe is top of the league (and top scorer)
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user33: get yourself a guy who flexes your achievements as much as charles does
user34: setting the example tbf
yourusername: my lucky charm, that hat-trick was for you xx
charles_leclerc: would mean more if you didn't score them every week đ
yourusername: they hate to see a girlboss winning
charles_leclerc: wanna share some wins with me?
yourusername: you're doing great this season babe, not your fault that nasa decided to rebrand to red bull racing
redbullracing: adrian says thanks đ
charles_leclerc: DON'T SAY IT Y/N
yourusername: you don't even know what i was going to say
charles_leclerc: ....
yourusername: @redbullracing you got a seat???
charles_leclerc: Y/N!!!!!!!!!!
yourusername: whoops
user35: y/n really out here trying to get charles that damn seat
yourusername: i'll stop when the horse team makes a championship worthy car that they don't break halfway through the season...
user36: add ferrari to the group of people who shudder in fear when y/n posts
chelseafcw: fine... we hope you enjoyed (no more italy jokes)
charles_leclerc: i had a great time, i always do when i watch y/n do what she loves (slay)
yourusername: awwwwwwwwww i love you charlie
chelseafcw: okay no need to make admin feel that lonely, damn
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yourusername: finishing my best ever season with a big trophy haul :) now time to support my trophy husband in his day job
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user41: she really be out here doing it all
user42: i need her to win the Ballon d'Or FĂ©minin PLEASE IT IS TIME
user43: with charles in attendance, first couples red carpet appearance YES, YES RUN IT TO ME PLEASE
charles_leclerc: unbelievably proud of you, mon amour, constantly inspired by you
yourusername: i love you so much, thank you for being there to support me through it all
charles_leclerc: it's the biggest pleasure in the world
yourusername: i'm all out of winning this season, your turn next weekend?
charles_leclerc: for you, i'll do anything
user44: PLEASE I NEED HIM TO WIN GOOD PLEASE
alexalbon: congrats i guess, you're pretty good
yourusername: thanks, since my boyf is so supportive, it's only natural that you have to try and humble me at every turn
alexalbon: you're more famous than us now, we need to keep you grounded
lilymunhe: don't worry y/n he cried nearly just as much as charles when you won the WSL
yourusername: I KNEW IT
charles_leclerc: i still cried more
alexalbon: it's not a competition bro, we all know you're both helplessly in love
yourusername: that we are
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charles_leclerc: happiest when i'm with you (and whoever has decided to tag along), oh and winning a race helps as well i guess
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user45: CHARLES WIN I REPEAT A CHARLES WIN WE WON?
user46: the way y/n went just as mental as us, her and zecira jumping around the garage (and starting the champagne shower after the podium)
user47: really proving that y/n and charles really are each other's biggest fans
user48: thank the lord the WSL season finished when it did so y/n could be there for this win
user49: y/n would've ran to austria to be there i'm sure
yourusername: you know it đ«Ą
maxverstappen1: had to let you win so you could look cool in front of your infinitely cooler girlfriend
charles_leclerc: not even gonna bite, i'm too happy to care
yourusername: i'll bite - HIS TALENTED BEHIND SCHOOLED YOUR ASS
maxverstappen1: but i called you cool?
yourusername: i'll accept the compliment now, i had to defend charles' honour first
charles_leclerc: heheheehe i'm blushing
maxverstappen1: gross
user50: i need y/n to permanently be in the ferrari garage, they were on it today (i think out of fear)
landonorris: damn i thought i thirdwheeling lestappen was bad, but y/n and charles is a different beast
yourusername: we're both athletes, need to savour the time we have together when we can
charles_leclerc: sorry not sorry you'll get it when you're in love
landonorris: .... i guess i'll die then
fin.
note: i hope you enjoyed !!!! one last WIP to go and good lord the writers block is kicking my ass. but f1 being back should help!!! + f1 academy, much enjoyed it so far.
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vicious pt two I ln4
pairing: ex!lando norris x reader, charles leclerc x reader
summary: you are trying to move on from lando but he refuses to
notes: more dramaaa and asshole lando sorry, this is short cause i kind of got busyđ§ââïž
part one, masterlist
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yourusername emails i cant send is officially yoursđ
it has been a long and emotional process writing this album but i loved and enjoyed every bit of it<3 im so excited to share this piece of my life with you and officially close this chapter and move on
thank you for the support, ill see you all soonâ€ïž
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user OMGG IM ALREADY CRYING ITS SO AMAZING
user stfu is that charles in the fifth pic?!?
user it is!! he was credited in a few songs for instrumentsđ„čđ„č
user because i liked a boy hits so different when u know what she went through :(
maxfewtrell running on stream to listen to it
yourusername pls dont hate im still sensitive
user omg noo i cant watch whats he saying about it??
user he loves every song, hes being so supportive and said hes team y/nđ
user her friendship with charles is so cute omg
user âfriendshipâ righttttđ
user lost lando but got charles, a win is a win
francisca.cgomes love love loveđ
user omg i know charles introduced them
user âill see you soonâ ARE YOU TOURING???
pietra.pilao so incredibly proud of youâ€ïž such an amazing album
yourusername p ily and miss u smđ„čâ€ïž
pietra.pilao i miss you more we need to get together soon!
yourusername otw to text u so make plans rnđââïžđââïž
user the fact that landos friends are still supportive despite the breakup tells me everything i need to know
user âofficially close this chapterâ new era frđ«¶
charles_leclerc so honored you even asked me to be apart of thisâ€ïžso proud of you ma cherie
yourusername so grateful for youâ€ïž
user JUST DATEEEE
user now kiss!!!
Lando
so you and y/n huh?
Charles
she's my friend
is that a problem?
Lando
i dont remember ever introducing you two?
Charles
not that its any of your concern but i introduced myself last year on the paddock while you were too busy ignoring her
Lando
so when i had back turned, you took the chance to steal my girlfriend?
Charles
dont try turning this into something its not
she's trying to move on so i think its time you do the same lando
dont ask about her again.
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f1gossip Following Y/n Y/l/n's album release, Lando and Charles have unfollowed each other on instagram! It is not confirmed if Y/n is the reason why, but it is heavily speculated. It seems Lando was the first to unfollow and Charles quickly followed suit.
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user all too much for little lando norris
user y/n breaking up a friendship nowđ
user she didnt do anything except release an album on how she felt, if lando gets offended by that then hes clearly the problem here
user 16 4 fans lost today but then again lando started itđ€·ââïž
user karma works in funny ways @landonorris
user lando has every right to be mad imo
user not at all, he treated her like shit then cheated and now hes mad she has friends in f1? make it make sense
user why watch soap operas when you can watch f1
user 2024 season is gonna HIT
user charles is going to have the motivation for wdc now, ferrari fans wonđ
user even though im a lando fan, i have to be team charles and y/n on this one sorry
user yup, after listening to her album i definitely support y/n
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yourusername first time performing my new album at my one night show was the best time ever!! thank you for all that showed up you were an amazing crowdâ€ïž
and just in case you missed my little announcement, bet u wanna is my next single of this album...this one's a little funny when you know the contextđ
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user wish i was able to go :(
user WHATS THE CONTEXT??
user listen to the lyrics, lando definetly wanted her back after his side girl cheated AHAH
user i need to know if charles was there
francisca.cgomes such a wonderful nightđ
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user your stage presence is so amazing
luisinhaoliveira99 so great seeing youđ€
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user SHE WAS THERE?!?
user pls tell me you guys took pictures together
user bet u wanna is so good omg
user are you opening for eras tour in europe
user it is rumored, i hope its trueđ
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f1gossip Charles, Pierre, Kika and Luisa leaving Y/n Y/l/n's concert in LA tonight! Thoughts on the singer's new friendship with the drivers and girls?
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user i love themđâ€ïž
user i was there and saw charles with pierre and kika singing along to every songđ„č
user SHUT UPPPP
user stop theyre so cute
user luisa and y/n mean everything to me
user them supporting y/n despite the drama with lando shows a lot about him
user ive never wanted to part of a gc so bad
user charles is so supportive, yk who wouldnt be....
user i need them to date, he would treat y/n so good
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scuderiaferrari Special guest for the first qualification of the season! Thanks for coming to the our garageâ€ïž
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user OMFGGG
user i need pics of her and charles NOW
user charles got p1 cause bae was watchingđ
user is she staying all weekend!?!
user her and charles supporting each other omg
user are they finally dating??
user he was asked about it in an interview and he said they were just friends!
user ugh can charles make a move already? i dont want another lando situation..
user i wonder if she bumped into landođł
Lando
was y/n really in ferrari garage?
Carlos
yeah...
are you okay mate?
Lando
how can i be?
he stole my girlfriend and is now parading her around the paddock
its fucked up
Carlos
he did say they were just friends
and i didnt see them acting like a couple or anything
Lando
there's gotta be something more
i just need y/n to see who he really is
Carlos
i dont know, maybe its time you move on mate
Lando
no, i cant give up now
do you have an extra paddock pass?
Carlos
why...
Lando
remember charles' crazy ex girlfriend who was obsessed with him?
i heard shes in town to see him
what if we send her the paddock pass so she can show y/n how charles treated her
Carlos
this seems a little crazy lando
why dont you just talk to y/n?
Lando
she wont even let me get near her
just please carlos? and then i wont ever bring it up again if it doesnt work
Carlos
fine but dont tell anybody about this
Lando
thank you mate, i owe you
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Childs play (Miguel OâHara x fem! Reader [ex-Childhood best friend turned Fwb AU]) Part 1
Hiiiii! Iâm so freaking excited for yâall to read this Iâm literally shaking! This will only be 1 part. (Edit: Iâve changed my mind it will get a second part but it wonât be put right away) Shout out to @chickenshit03 for beta reading the one shot. Absolute sweetheart đ«¶đŒ. Not proofread, enjoy!!
(Y/N)-Your name.
NSFW!! SMUT!! MDNI!! Cursing, light choking during the deed , protecting PinV, Miguel being a big meanie near the end, Comfort/Hurt, lmk if I canât think of anymore
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Part 2
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Knock knockâŠ
âHello, Iâm sorry if Iâm intruding but I wanted to introduce myself, me and my family just moved in next door and I wanted to introduce ourselves.â Your mother said as she stood at her neighbors door, you hid timidly behind her leg as she spoke to a Hispanic woman with curly dark hair. Your eyes wandered around her living room, or at least as much as you could catch from your spot. Not paying any mind to the conversation they were having when your eyes spotted a young boy around your age, about five or so walking past with a few legos in hand.
Your shyness was quickly overtaken with curiosity as you went to pull on your motherâs hand, she must have been watching you stare at the brunette, because before you could even turn up to ask her if you could go play, she was already shooing you in the direction of him as her and the other lady went to go talk over coffee in the kitchen.
He didnât glance up at you as you sat down in front of his spot on the living room floor, being too preoccupied on the Star Wars set he was working on.
âHi.â
âHi.â
âMy nameâs (Y/N).â
âCool.â
âWhatâs your name?â
âMiguel.â
You paused, shifting to sit down better before speaking again.
âCan I help? I love legos.â
He stayed quiet, and for a second you think heâll say no, until he shrugged and moved the instruction book so you both could read it, making your lips come up in a smile.
âSure.â
â
âYou can teach me to play street fighter a million times and I will never understand it.â You huffed as you dropped the controller on your lap and leaned back on the couch, the tv in his living room sounded out a âfinish herâ as Miguelâs character killed yours, you couldnât even be bothered to remember the names, peeved off thatâd he beat you for the upteenth time, him not even having the courtesy to let you win one round.
âIâm not gonna be sorry for you being bad.â He retorted in a teasing tone, sticking out his tongue at you, and blew a raspberry. Your arms quickly crossover your chest as you puff your cheeks out with a pout.
âYouâre so mean to me Miguel, I hate you.â You mumbled the half-lie to the other ten year old, looking away as you felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment, you didnât even notice his movements until you felt him grab for your hand, turning your head to realize he was now standing in front of your spot on the couch.
âYou donât hate me, Iâm your best friend.â He states, making you nod your head in confirmation after a beat, âGood. Because youâre my best friend too.â You smiled.
âCan we play something else then?â
âNope.â
âUghhh.â
â
â(Y/N), itâs your turn to spin the bottle.â Mjâs voice snapped you out of your head, suddenly aware of all the other fourteen years olds turning to stare at you. Was it a bit embarrassing you were about to lose your first kiss in a game of spin the bottle?
Half-dried nail-polished fingers gently grabbed the base of the empty Coke bottle, praying to god no one saw the way your hand trembled slightly, as you gave it a good twist. As your eyes tracked the blur of clear glass, you got your lower lip, silently hoping it was someone who you wouldnât fluster up in embarrassment when you had to tell them who was your first kiss in the four walls of the lunch room. Like Kyle, or Ben or-
âOooo- you got Miguel!â One of the other girls giggled as your eyes shot up to where the tip was pointing and surely, there he sat in front of you. Miguel was goodâŠyeah, great even! You trusted him, he was your best friend since you were practically in dippersâŠSo with a fine silent look of confirmation, you crossed the circle, closing your eyes as your lips connected for the first time.
Is it normal for your heart to skip a beat during a kiss? God how red is my face right now? Have I been holding it for too long? I wonder if heâs enjoying it, he hasnât pulled away so thatâs a good sign right? I should probably stop now. It's been like four seconds.
You finally pull away, sitting down on your knees as you bring a hand up to wipe some excess saliva away from the cover of your mouth. The sound of the next person going to spin the bottle muffles out around you as you focus on the weird flutter in your stomach.
â
âSLOW DOWN MIG-YOUâRE DRIVING LIKE A MANIAC!â You yelled as your left hand flew to grab at your seat belt, right hand gripping the overhead handle so hard your knuckles were turning white, pushing yourself as much as you could into the passenger seat at you could while he just let out an eye roll and chuckle as you were being dramatic (you werenât).
âIâm not taking driving advice from someone who doesnât have their license yet.â
âYou got your license yesterday! I donât turn sixteen for another four months!â
âDonât care, you could ever shut up or take the bus.â
You couldnât respond right away because another scream came from your throat as he turned a corner.
âIf I die in this stupid car, Iâm going to haunt the shit out of you OâHara!â
âIâm not gonna let you die, stop being dramatic.â He scoffed, finally pulling up to the school parking lot, finally slowing down as he looked for a place to park. His arm comes around the back of your car seat as he goes to backwards park in an empty spot. âSee I didnât let you die.â
âIâm actually traumatizedâŠâ You muttered, eyes still wide as you kept still in your seat. Miguel let out a huff and he goes to take your seatbelt off once the car was shut off.
âIf I buy you some subway during lunch will you stop complaining?â
ââŠyes.â
â
âMaybe I could just take a gap year-or-or go to the community college nearby, just until I can transfer, then I can try for Columbia again?â You kept fumbling your words, looking at the rejection letter in your hands. If you tried to focus on it enough, youâd be able to hear the paper shaking lightly in your hands. Glossy eyes trying to rapidly blink away tears before they fell on the paper. Miguel quickly shook his head as he placed his coffee cup down on the table of the cafe you two would frequent.
âNo. Not happening, Iâll just reject my application and we can go to Stanford together in California.â He told you, making you copy his actions as you placed the paper down next to your other University letters.
âAre you crazy? Thatâs your dream school! I am not letting you do that for me. Iâd never forgive myself for that.â You admitted, looking at him in those familiar brown eyes, praying to god yours werenât growing bloodshot from the emotional moment between you both. Miguel letting out a heavy sigh, his hand going to run through his pushed back brown locks as he looked down at his letters again. The silence that grew over you two was almost suffocating, a thing it never felt like around him. It made your heart ache, trying to keep back a whine and some tears as you closed your eyes and took in a shaky breath before opening them again and finally breaking the silence between you both. âI meanâŠFaceTime is a thing right?â Miguel raised a brow at your sentence, before it clicked in his mind what you were implying. Quickly shaking his head, his hand coming up to stop you.
âNo. No. I canât even go a week without seeing you, Iâve lived next door to you for thirteen years and you expect me to be okay with us being two thousand miles away from each other!?â You glanced around you when Miguel raised his voice slightly, luckily other than you and the owner the place was practically barren.
âMig, weâll figure it out! Weâll call and text, FaceTime, and Iâll come back for breaks! And besides, you donât strike me as a type to enjoy California.â You attempted to lighten the mood, thankfully being met with an amused grunt and his lip twitching up slightly.
âFine⊠just, promise we arenât going to end up like all those friends who stop talking because weâre going to separate collegeâs alright?â
Your smile grew. âI promise.â
â
RingâŠ
RingâŠ
Rin- âHey itâs Miguel,â your ears perked up, quickly scrambling up from your position on your bunk bed, where you were laying on your stomach, âI canât come to the phone right now, leave me a message.â Beep.
âHey Miguel⊠just wanted to see how you were, I finished my exams for the semester, and Iâm going back to Neuva York tomorrow. I wanted to see if youâd want to hang out during the break, let me know⊠byeâŠâ You mumbled before you hung up the call, tossing your phone on the other side of your bed. Running your hands through your head, letting out a heavy sigh. Closing your eyes to keep any forming tears of frustration from spilling out.
You and Miguel werenât as close as youâd like to be anymore. How did a few months apart completely unwind the tight knit threat that had kept you both close for years? It had started out well, you did good at keeping your side of the promise and he did as well. Texting every hour, FaceTiming him every weekend, calling every night while you both studied, it almost felt like nothing had changed.
Then, classes became harder, youâd both start to develop new friends, new routines. The text became less frequent, now lagging to every few days, FaceTime sessions were now non-existent and your daily calls now became monthly, never lasting more than half an hour. You hated how you two were growing apart, and it hurt to see that Miguel didnât seem to care. You didnât have to see him in person to notice his new friend group was starting to change his personality. He was starting to seem more stoic, dry, it almost seemed like he was constantly agitated or something of the sort when you finally would get a hold of him. Still⊠despite the gradual change he seemed to be going through you still had hope that deep down he was still the same old Miguel you had grown to love and cherish. And that spark of hope only grew when you heard the faint buzz of your phone from the foot of your bed, quickly grabbing it to read a new message.
Text me when you get in tomorrow.
â
This was not what you had in mind.
Somehow Miguel had convinced you to go to some random bar that didnât ID with him and his college buddies. âIâll be funâ he said, âyouâll love themâ he said. Now here you were forced to listen to some snobby trust fund kid bitch and moan about how he had to inherit his fatherâs company and blah blah blah. You werenât even paying attention anyways, his words were going into one ear and flying out the other, opting to sip on your mixed drink to help keep you from banging your head into the bar counter. Tonight had simply e been the worst. Not to mention Miguel had been acting⊠different.
Maybe he just wasnât good with distance, but it still struck you as odd how the second you were both finally in close proximity it was almost as if nothing had happened, like your friendship with each other wasnt badly strained for weeks on end. It didnât stop there though, no no no. Because now that you were with him in front of his new friends and all dolled up he had been more⊠touchy, and not in a way he had been before.
A hand on your thigh, an arm around your waist, a finger idly twisting and twirling your hair. It was so⊠intimate⊠like he wanted them to think there was something there that was more than just a childhood friend. You couldnât say that you hated it, it was just unexpected.
âHey⊠letâs get out of here?â Miguelâs whisper snapped you out from your thoughts. The way his voice murmured lowly against your shoulder as he all but rubbed against it like a cat making your cheeks flare up and a shiver ran down your back. Quickly ignoring the feeling of the spike in your heart rate and the wetness growing in your panties, nodding as you go to stand up, not wanting to be in the over cramped bar any longer and just waiting to head back to Miguelâs place since you were staying there for a week. Feeling like your knees were going to give out from underneath you when he slid his large hand from between your shoulder blades and upwards to squeeze your right shoulder.
Not sure if your hazy mind was from the alcohol or from his actions anymore. Not sure if things would go back to how they were before youâd left when he went to leave sloppy wet kisses on your neck as soon as his apartment door was closed and locked. Not sure if you could look at him the same way after he made you see stars from the comfort of his sheets. Still you couldnât stop. It felt too good, he felt too good.
âFuck- felt so fucking goodâŠâ He hissed as he pulled out from between your legs, taking a moment to let himself to catch his breath before rolling the condom off and tossing it in the trash can. You didnât respond, still out of it from the aftermath of experiencing nirvana in the form of drunk sex. Letting out a sigh as you turned to your side and closed your eyes as drowsiness starts to seep into your bones. Feeling the other side of the bed dip before a strong arm came around to hug your waist.
ââŠMiguel?â
âYeah?â
âThis⊠was a one time thing right?â
A pause, a heavy sigh before you felt his soft lips kiss the nape of your neck.
â⊠of course.â
â
A flash of light shined through the darkness of your studio apartment. You didnât even need to check the notification screen in order to know who it was. Only one person would text you at two in the morning.
Come over?
If you told your high school self that the only time you ever saw Miguel was in the deeps of night while you were tangled in his sheets, she would have thought you were lying. The most fucked up part was that it was starting to affect you mentally, how your best friend had turned into a booty call because of one night from a drunk fuck seven years ago, it was painfully obvious youâd never get to the point where youâd be able to go back to the way you both once were. You couldnât help but cling to the last broken bits he was willing to give you though. So every time he calls or texts you at random hours of the night since youâve moved back to Nueva York, youâd show up at his doorstep like you are now.
âI know itâs late, I'm sorry, these Master exams are kicking my ass.â He apologized while letting you in after a few seconds. Closing and locking the front door before gently pushing you against it, his lips already finding their usual spot against the crook of your neck. Calloused hands began to slip underneath the baggy material of your hoodie, his large fingers gently grazing the exposed skin, youâve learned to stop wearing shirts to these sessions a long time ago. âNeed to blow off some steamâŠâ
âMiguelâŠâThe way youâd breathe out his name always made him feel like he had died and gone to heaven, your hands wandering upwards against the black fabric of his tank top. His lips separated from the blossoming red and purple mark they left in their wake so he can pull your jacket off before stripping off his own shirt. Your arms quickly wrap around his neck, any guilt that had been lingering in your mind quickly melted away when his hands ran down to your hips underneath your waistband, thumb fidgeting with the thin fabric of your panties. âNeed you-â
âNeed you too Cariño.â He muttered before going to place a gentle peck against the edge of your lips, you couldnât help but let out a small whimper at the movement. Youâve noticed he never kisses you directly on your lips, always on the edge, on your neck or cheek. You would have felt your heart ache if the feeling of your core throbbing when his hand dragged your bottoms down to squeeze your ass wasnât more overwhelming, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist.
Half of the time you two didnât even make it to the bedroom, finding a spot on the hallway wall or against the kitchen counter. This was one of those times, he stumbled over to the couch, too distracted on leaving hickies all over your chest and dipping his fingers into your wet cunt. You let out a gasp when you landed on the brown leather rather harshly, making the couch move a few inches from its original spot due to the weight of both of your bodies hastily climbing on top of it. He made quick work to strip the rest of your clothes from both of your bodies once he made sure you hadnât accidentally hit your head. Quickly slipping a condom before lining himself up.
âFuuuuck-fuckâŠâ He groaned, as he pushed the tip of his cock between your folds. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream from the deliciously painful stretch that he always provides. Giving you a second to adjust to his length and girth before pulling out and slamming his hips against yours, each thrust making your silent whimpers and whines turn into pornographic moans and incoherent babblings. âLove filling you up. You love this cock donât you?â He taunts, it was so cruel the way the words fell from his mouth but you loved it nonetheless. Nodding rapidly as you gushed around him for the first time tonight.
âNah uh⊠need to heard you say it. Use your words.â He smirks, enjoying the plop plop sound that started to quietly reverberate off the walls of his living room. Glancing down momentarily to watch a thin layer of cum that was forming a ring around the base of his cock. âTell me how much you love it.â He urged.
âFuck-fuck⊠love it so much.â You moaned, overstimulated from your orgasm, squirming underneath him just the way he liked. He couldnât help the way his ego swells at the way you feel apart for him.
âDonât know what Iâd do without you.â He cooed as he propped your leg over his shoulder to get a better angle, his sweet words always messed with your foggy mind. âSuch a sweet little thing, all for me.â
âDonât-donât say that Mig.â You whined, head turning to the side, as your hand dropped from his chest to drop off the couch. His right hand quickly leaves your hip and runs up to your neck, keeping his grip light as he props your head back to face him with his index finger.
âAww poor baby, canât handle when I talk all sweet to her, huh?â He let out an airy half chuckle. Despite the honey-like toned heâd use, the underlying taunt was always present. âLet me make it up to you baby.â
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he thrust deeper into your core, making your hips subconsciously jump up to meet his.
âMig-Miguel, Iâm so-so close.â You whimpered and whined, clenching around his length, his hips stuttering slightly as you felt the heat building in your lower belly start to grow with each thrust.
âCum with me baby⊠Cum all over this cock.â He groaned.
âFuck-Fuck.â With one final thrust, you finally came undone around him, his name falling from your lips over and over like a mantra. Miguel followed suit, stopping his thrust while fully inside your cunt, letting out a deep groan as he came.
âShit⊠You okay?â He asked once he was able to collect himself enough, climbing off top of you before rolling the used condom off his softing member, picking up his forgotten boxers and placing them back on.
âMhmâŠâ You nodded, trying to stabilize yourself on shaky arms and legs. Miguel seemed to have noticed, picking up your clothes from the floor and making his way over to hand them to you.
âLet me get you some water.â He said before retreating to his kitchen. The only sound in the air now was the faint noises of him rustling around his cabinets, and the quiet shuffling of clothes. Hating the feeling of putting your legging and hoodie back on due to the thin layer of sweat still on your skin. Once you were decent enough Miguel came back with a glass of water and handed it to you. Mumbling a âthank youâ before taking a sip. Miguel cleared his throat as he sat down on the other edge of the couch, eyes cast down, hands rubbing anxiously together, finally deciding to break the steadily growing awkward silence. âLook, (Y/N), I wanted to talk to you about something⊠something kinda important.â
You raised a brow, noticing the sudden change in his behavior, taking another quick sip before placing the half empty glass on his coffee table. âWhatâs up?â
He released a heavy sigh as he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck, still not making eye contact as he continued. âIâm not sure how to say this, so Iâll just put it out thereâŠâ He finally brought his gaze up to meet yours, âWe need to stop seeing each other.â
Huh?
âIâm sorry what?â The words came out of your mouth before you could stop, your face quickly filling up with confusion and a bit of disbelief as you stood up. Miguel follows your actions as he puts his hands up in defense, but you continue before he could try explaining. âYou canât just fuck me on your couch then tell me afterwards we need to stop. You know how much of an asshole you sound?â
âI know, I know it makes me sound like an asshole.â He tried to reason with you, going to finally put on his shorts and tank top that were still on the floor. Not feeling like being half-naked during this conversation. âLook, thereâs this girl Iâve been seeing and itâs getting pretty serious-â
âA girl youâve been seeing?â You repeated in disbelief. âYou canât be for real.â
âWell, we never agreed to be exclusive. Itâs not like we were going to start dating or anything.â
Ouch.
You had to turn away so they didnât see the tears building in the corner of your eyes, but even with your face hidden your body language gave you away.
âI know we werenât exclusive but fuck Miguel.â You shake your head, going to make your way to the door. âIâve known you since we were five and youâre just gonna throw me away like some old toy?!â
âHey-no. Thatâs not-thatâs not what I mean, you know that.â He takes a step forward, grabbing your arm before you could get too far. âWe canât sleep together anymore, but we can still be friends.â You couldnât help the scoff that left your lips, finally gathering yourself enough to pull your arm away and face him again, not caring if he saw the tears cascading down your cheeks. Heâs made you cry one too many times, itâs about time he saw what he did to you. âWe can still be friends! Youâre still my best friend (Y/N)!â He couldnât help but let his voice come out in more of a panic, a bit more rushed. You quickly shook your head.
âNo. No, we arenât best friends anymore Miguel, we havenât been in a long, long time. I know that, you know that. So donât pretend like we are just because your afraid of losing your emotional support fuck buddy.â You finally head toward the door and towards your car in the driveway, not turning to face him as you hear him call your name. âDonât call me, donât text me. If you're as serious about this girl as you say you are, youâd do the right thing and block me. Because Iâm so tired of waiting around and pretending like one day youâll wake up and realize Iâm in love with you.â
You froze once the words came out, hand still on the car door handle as you came to the realization you finally admitted the secret youâve been holding for the past ten years. Your free hand going to cover your mouth as you finally turn to look at Miguel, the look of shock from the confession was evident. You shook your head as you attempted to back track.
âWait, Miguel I didnât mean to tell you that-it just happened-â
â⊠You should leave.â His voice suddenly became stoic, his face hardening so it was hard to read his emotions. âThis is just helping my case. Leave.â The tears flowed harder down your face as he slammed the front door shut. Leaving you to sob into the emptiness of the night as you finally let all the pain from the last seven years catch up to you.
You werenât surprised to see your text bubbles turn green the next morning.
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âI really think this one is it.â
âMe too!â
âHeâll love you in that dress.â
âAww I can already see the waterworks.â
All you could do was smile, your hands repeatedly smooth non-existent wrinkles as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you looked like a real life princess. After what felt like hours you finally found the wedding dress. You couldnât be happier.
âAlright Miss future Osborn.â Your maid of honor squealed, finally getting your attention, âYou need to get out of that dress, you need to meet up Harry to look over the venue.â
You sighed, as you turned back to admire the white wedding dress one more time. âYouâre right, I donât wanna keep him waiting just cause I canât stop staring at myself.â You giggled, before heaving to the back.
You and Harry have been dating for four years now, and he had proposed last month during your anniversary. You couldnât be happier, he treats you like a queen, better than any other Man youâve ever been in romantic contact with.
Once you had finally finished changing out of your regular clothes, you grabbed your phone out of your purse. Sending a quick text telling him that you found a dress, before doing a quick check on insta, wanting to look at the engagement pictures you posted on your page last week. But the soft smile on your face quickly dropped, like your heart did to your stomach when you checked your activity page.
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HIII i am begging can you write a Peter Parker x reader one shot where peter and reader are married and have a toddler and maybe the avengers team find out PLISSSS ANS TYYYY đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
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pairing âł peter parker x reader
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âwhat is he doing on the ceiling?!â kate yelled as soon as you entered the lobby, searching for your little toddler ben. you rubbed your eyes as you approached a very baffled kate, âyour child is on the ceiling! how are you so calm?!â
âitâs 7 in the morning.â you winced as you looked at ben, him giving you an excited look and extended his arm towards you, making you do the same, âcome on, benny, come to mama.â
and he did so as, un-sticking himself from the wall as he perfectly landed in your arms.
your two year old was way better at this than peter when he had started out as spider-man. his hand kept getting stuck to different places and after a bunch of ripped t-shirts and a couple of haircuts, you bought him rubber gloves. however, that didnât work either.
as your little boy nestled against your chest, you looked over to kate who still had surprise written all over her face, âheâs spider-manâs child.â you explained simply.
âbut- what if he fell down?â
âoh, he wouldnât. heâs way too smart for that, arenât you, benny?â you booped his nose and he gave you a grin.
âyes, mommy.â
you and peter had kept your relationship secret for a couple of years, at least from peterâs superhero gang. so it didnât come off as a surprise when the avengers found out that you two had a one year old. they were very disappointed in you two for not telling this big a thing but the second they saw benâs cute little face and his smile, you were forgiven and everyone was happy.
when you agreed to move into the avengerâs tower, tony was more than excited. he added a bunch of toys to the huge playroom that was originally built for morgan.
you were surprised to see that thor was the most attached to your baby. he spent time with him and thursdays were reserved to thor and ben taking a tour of the city. you trusted thor, however you had only allowed this after ben turned two, which was only a few weeks ago.
whenever natasha was around, she would tell ben all kinds of stories about how she kicked bad peopleâs butts so that little kids could sleep peacefully at night and ben would adore those âtalesâ even though they were real.
ânext time you find him on a ceiling, just show him a cookie, heâll come right down.â you told kate as you patted benâs back, gently lulling him back to sleep.
âif you say so.â kate replied, chuckling as she watched you for a minute, âyou should get some more sleep too, you look tired.â
âhe refused to sleep last night because tony let him have extra ice-cream.â you rolled your eyes.
you noticed ben had fallen asleep, already drooling over the material of your t-shirt as you carried him back to his crib, placing him securely under his blanket before you made your way to your own bed. your husband, peter was still fast asleep. you laid down on the bed, peter already pulling you closer as if it was a reflex. you felt his arm relax against you, his head resting close to your shoulder and soon you felt the soft caress of sleep take over.
the bedside clock showed 10:34 as time when your eyes opened again. the room was empty, peter and ben both gone. you quickly freshened up before making your way out of the room and into the main gathering area once again.
only this time you were greeted with everyone sitting around and laughing as steve held his shield on his lap with ben sitting on top of it.
âhey, babe.â peter was the first one they greeted you as he placed a kiss on your cheek and dragged you in the middle of whatever was happening.
âuh, whatâs happening?â you asked, looking around.
âyour child is stuck to capâs shield.â tony said, an almost proud smile spread over his face to which steve gave him a glare.
âguess who inspired it.â natasha rolled her eyes at her two friends, however a small smile remained on her face at the little banter going on.
just then kate ran into the room, holding a cookie in her hand as she handed it to steve, âgot it!â
âcome on, kid.â steve said, waving around the cookie in the air in front of him. benâs eyes lit up and steve smiled, âitâs yours if you leave the shield.â
however, capâs efforts failed as ben reached out one hand to grab the sweet but didnât move a bit to release his shield.
âi bribed him good.â tony shrugged as he sipped on his black coffee.
you watched the whole scene unfold, amused to say the least. you noticed peter snickering as he stood beside you. you smacked his chest lightly, âyou think this is funny? go get your child.â
âand forget the spider-bike mr stark promised me? never.â
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can I request a Lando x reader where the readerâs weakness is when people stroke her hair? Her mind goes completely blank and she falls silent immediately when people stroke her hair and Lando uses it at his advantage.
Fluffy pls and tyđ«¶đ»
omg, i love this prompt so much - thank you and hope you like it!!
This is one is dripping with sweetness a little too much, don't say I did not warn you. No other warning.
Lando was born a tease, oscillating between clueless and shy, to unapologetic and bordeline dickish. It all depended on the setting, his relationship to the person and how much sleep he got the night before. Sometimes your boyfriend was the sweetest little thing, giggling shyly about everything instead of coming up with an actual response, and the other times he was a walking menace actively seeking every opportunity how to get you into a flustered state.
You and Lando were full on deep in the beginning of your relationship, the sweetest part of the honeymoon phase. To put it bluntly - fucking almost non stop. And the desire was never-ending. Blinding sunshine kissed good morning to every day you two got to wake up next to each other. Problems seem to be non existent. Bliss.
It was the way his hair curled when he got a little bit sweaty, his toned body what you were desperate to explore from every angle and the need to know every little secret trick that worked on him. It became some sort of a game, who would get better at knowing the other. Which one of you found all the buttons to push.
Lando rose up that morning and chose violence. Metaphorical one, of course. Snuggling up to you in order to wake you up as well for some morning work out, as he like to call it. Whispering sweet nothings to your ear and touching you all over your body. But you were just incredibly sore from the past few days, physically unable to keep up.
"Why don't you love me anymore," he pleaded jokingly as you murmured another weak appeal for your sleep.
"Lando, you know I love you more than anything," you replied, still half asleep. But it was hard to distinguish as reality resembled a sweet dream everyday lately.
"I remember when you used to want me, physically," he kept going.
"We literally had sex few hours ago, stop whining," you kissed him between your words. He looked at you with his incredible eyes, little devil dancing in each one of them.
"Exactly, too long ago. Wish I could go back in time when you were not sore and get inside you all over again."
You simply laughed, absolutely smitten with this lovey dovey side of him. His words made you melt like butter sitting under direct sun. You brushed your noses together and then he kissed you.
The best part of romantic relationships is the one that you cannot absolutely share with other people, the almost embarrassing pleas, desire and gross goofiness, simping at each other all the time.
"Fine, if you play by these rules, I'll come back with my own revenge," he said finally as you inevitably had to start getting ready to go to the paddock with him.
Today was the big day. You'd been spotted in public countless of times, the "girlfriend" title officially sitting on your head for weeks now. But this was the first time you were to join him in the paddock as a wag. You were trying to hide your nervousness, but he saw right through you. Before you exited the apartment, he made you stop and took your face in his hands. "I'm happy I get to do this with you. I love parading you around, for everyone to see that we're a team." You smiled, his words hitting like first snowflakes of the year. "Poor Oscar, I can't wait to finally trauma dump the shared misery you bring to our lives," you jokes and locked lips with him once again. "God, it's terrifying how much I like you," you said automatically, without having to think about it.
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It actually wasn't as bad as you'd expected. It was definitely weird and strange, but not necessarily bad. Having Lando by your side as you passed the gates definitely helped. The photographers were lined up as people at a shooting range would and it did feel like that at first. But as quickly as you were initially overwhelmed, fatigue took over you and you blocked their ever-presence out. Trying to chat up those Lando introduce you to and memorizing the names. You knew how much some of these people meant to Lando, so you were trying to be at your best behavior. The thought that his friends would hate you in the same way as some of his fans haunted you.
In the middle of all the rush, you parted for a moment. To be honest, little peace of quiet and chill was something you appreciated. But remember, Lando woke up and chose violence this morning. And his plan was quite simple, yet bulletproof.
"Y/N! There you are, my love," you heard from coming from behind you. "I have someone to introduce to you! I'm very much sure you'll appreciate meeting him." As you turned, you saw Daniel Ricciardo walking your way with your Lando. You were a little perplexed as to why Lando was so cheerful about that. You clearly remembered him getting very upset when you admitted to him that at some point in the past, when formula 1 was a world far away from you, that you had a minor crush on Daniel. Which obviously went out of the window once you met Lando. That did not mean that Lando was 100% ok with it.
"Y/N, as I'm sure you know, this is Daniel, hell of a driver and good friend of mine," Lando continued and you knew him well enough to know he had ulterior motives. Not sure what to do, you smiles shyly and shook Daniel's hand.
"Hi, Daniel," you said, eyes flinching between him and Lando. You were full on preparing for anything. Lando's smirk almost had a life of his own at that point.
"Nice to finally meet you, Y/N. I've heard quite a lot things about you!" Daniel opened, life of the party as per usual.
You chuckled. "All good things, I hope!" And with that, Lando stepped behind you and put his arm around you.
"Only the best," he said, leaned closed and inconspicuously started to stroke you hair gently. Oh, he did not just go this low.
It was slow, yet like tidal wave. You stopped breathing for a moment. Your body relaxing, as if you'd just taken the world's best sedatives. The way his hands made you feel was etherial. It was the same sensation the luckier ones experienced when listening to ASMR and the less fortunate ones sometimes called an orgasm. Shivers slowly traveling around your whole body, every part becoming sensitive out of nowhere. You weren't able to look at Daniel, let alone continue speaking. Lando was more than aware of what touching your hair did to you. He'd discovered this trick quite early on. And it was his favorite one.
"So, where are you from?" Daniel attempted at small talk. But how could you possibly give a fuck at that moment. Not that your body would even allowed you to respond. The only thing you were able to take in from the outside world were the soft slow movements Lando's fingers were doing, blocking everything out instanteniously.
Daniel stared at you, waiting. From his perspective, this was a very awkward meeting.
Lando answered for you, with a smirk you did not see, but could feel from the tone of his voice. "You have to excuse her, she is bit shy in front of new people."
You could not give less of a fuck at that moment of what these two were saying. Your lips were starting to shiver from getting so sensitive. You took a short breath and someone who would be standing close and knew you well would know, that what escaped your mouth was not a nervous laugh, but something very close to a moan.
Lando and Daniel were saying words, but none of that was important, while Lando's fingers were working his magic. He would only leave your hair alone once he saw Daniel leaving.
You wanted to be mad at him. But you were still sort of high from all the sensation bomb Lando dropped on you. You slowly turned around to face him, coming down from your own personal nirvana.
You took a deep breath while he watched you without a blink and biting hims smile away.
"You promised," you let out air that got stuck in your lungs somewhere along the way. "You promised you would not do this in public." Your brain was slowly wiring up to normal again.
"I told you I'd punish you for the morning," he said as if it was the most amusing thing ever. "Also, if Daniel is my competition, I'm going to use all the advantage I have."
Lando had a way of looking at you that made you unravel instantaneously and there was no way of stopping it. There was just something about his smile that did it for you. As anyone who is properly in love, you could not imagine somebody being able tor resist that. In your love soaked mind, he was irresistible. To a normal mind, he was probably just a regular guy, but that idea was unfathomable to you.
"I'm pretty sure that after what I just pulled, you will not have to worry about Daniel liking me," you chuckled, having to accept that Lando won this one.
"I would never let my guard down...But yeah, I think this one is pretty safe," he chuckled once more. You kissed his overly proud face and promised to yourself to get back at him later, in the privacy of his bedroom.
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adeyemi locs set đ„
ever since i made my âfor the cultureâ post, i always wanted to have more very unique afrocentric hairstyles in my game that were huge and just seemed perfect for editorial stuff. and i finally got the chance to create some myself with these dreadlock twist hairstyles as my last hairstyle of the year! i really wanted the hair to have different sizes and styles (because some of too big for cas without height mods) so i created 5 versions for a little variety and flexibility. im also so excited to say that these hairs work for both feminine and masculine frames!! im 70% sure that the inspo hairs for this set (here, here, and here) are of yoruba origin and/or west african influence so i chose the yoruba name, adeyemi or adĂ©yáșčmĂ for the hair. in yoruba, adĂ© means âcrownâ and yáșčmĂ means âit befits meâ so together, it means âthe crown suits meâ. i thought it was an absolutely perfect name for this hair especially since @invisiblequeen also mentioned crown/royalty when i first showed them the hairs too!! tysm to my lovely testers and to really anyone who actually reads my (rambling) intro paragraphsâŠhappy new year!đđđ«¶đŸ
base game compatible (bgc)
maxis palette (24 swatches)
teen-elder
both frames (if itâs weird somehow, pls lemme know!)
not hat compatible (some accessories can fit!)
custom thumbnails
disallowed for random
slightly high poly warning for v5 (10k)
all lods
please tag me if you do use my cc! i would absolutely love to see it! also, please let me know if you encounter any issues with my cc! hereâs my tou. i hope yâall enjoy it <3
download via simsharefile (sfs) or on patreon - ALWAYS FREE!
tysm to cc rebloggers! @public-ccfinds @sssvitlanz
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