#thank you mark for all the great stuff you put… it pushes me to want to tell my stories too

[bubblesbinxs]

it’s currently 2am where i am so technically 4th of april.. Happy 2 Years ISWM !!!!!!!

#it’s not the Smoothest running cycle by all means but!!!! wanted to do a little something to celebrate:> #i don’t think i was there to celebrate its first year so here i am not messing it up this time>:) #what is college hw when you want to make an hommage to one of the biggest person who’s inspired you overall amarite fellas? #thank you mark for all the great stuff you put… it pushes me to want to tell my stories too #:) #drawing #my art #digital art #markiplier #fanart #animation #wilford warfstache #wilford motherloving warfstache #murderiplier #actor mark #engineer mark #iswm #in space with markiplier

[gottaluvharry]

Long Day

Charles Leclerc x Female Nurse Reader

Summary: After a long shift Charles is there for you to lean on.

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It wasn’t often that you had to work a 24 hour shift, but when you did it was rough. You hadn’t had one since you and Charles started dating, so he had no idea what to expect. When you were finally done with your gruesome 7pm-7pm shift, you were covered in interesting fluids, your feet and back ached in an unexplainable way, your head was pounding from all of the caffeine, and you just needed to fall asleep in Charles’ embrace. You texted Charles that you had only one more patient to visit and then you’d be done, and he clambered into his pista to pick you up as soon as he read it. You finish up with your final patient, mark off your last chart, clock out, and head towards the door looking like a zombie. When Charles sees you he quickly gets out of the drivers seat and runs around the car to open your door. All you want to do is hug him, but the state of your scrubs doesn’t allow you too. “Don’t hug me Char, I’ve got gross stuff all over my scrubs” you say with a sigh as you finally sit down. Charles just pouts at you and closes your door, making his way around to the drivers side. “Let’s get you home then, amour, so you can change and I can hug you” he says, leaning over to give you a kiss. You close your eyes and hum, letting yourself slump against the door when he pulls away and puts the car in drive.

The car ride is silent, and the second you get in the door your bag falls to the floor and your shoes come straight off. You groan and rub your eyes, too tired to move or do anything. “Do you want me to run you a bath chérie?” All you can do is nod as Charles grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom. He pushes you gently to sit on the toilet, and turns to fill the bath. While you wait, you try to take your shirt off but the exhaustion hits you too hard. You eyes fall shut and your limbs feel like they’re concrete. “Do you need help” Charles asks when he sees your defeat. “Yes please” you mumble, already feeling better being in his presence. “Arms up” he says as he lifts your scrub top and long sleeve up off your head at the same time. He then unclips your bra, throwing it over into the pile he’s made. He moves down to undo the string of your scrub bottoms, tapping your hip to silently tell you to lift them up a little. He pulls your bottoms and your underwear off at once, accumulating the pile of clothes yet again. He takes your sucks off last, and leads you over to the bath tub, holding onto your hand as you step in. Once you’re sitting, he takes the ponytail out of your hair and runs his nails across your scalp. You sigh at the feeling, leaning to the side that he stands on. “You’re not getting in” you ask, looking up at him with his favorite pair of big eyes. “I can if you want, amour” You nod your head and smile as he starts to remove his clothes. You scoot up a bit so that he can get in behind you, leaning back when you feel his hands on your shoulders pulling you into him. He litters kisses across your neck and shoulder, and you smile and lean farther into him. “I missed you while you were at work” he says between kisses. “You are the most hardworking person I know” he continues. “You do great things for the world, amour. I am so proud of you” he says, causing your eyes to water. You spin around and wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss filled with as much love as you can muster up. “Thank you” you whisper as you lean your for head on his. “I love you” you say. “Je t’aime aussi” i love you too

Charles washes your hair and your body, and dries you off with a fluffy towel when you’re done. He dresses you in one of his shirts and your favorite pair of sweatpants. He leads you over into your shared bed and tucks you in on your side before he moves to put a pair of boxers on and join you in bed. The second he gets into bed you move towards him and he pulls you in, as if you’re magnetic. You breathe in the sent of him as you bury your head into the space between his head and his neck. You marvel at the feeling of being in bed with your favorite person after an extremely long 24 hours. You fall asleep to the feeling of Charles slowly raking his hand up and down your back, and the sound of him telling you he loves you.

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#imagine #fluff #scenarios #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 fic #formula 1 imagine #formula one #charles lechair #charles lecrelc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc imagine #ferrari #ferrari boys #nurse

[turcott3]

first strike

mark estapa x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, one kiss, fluff

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you sat anxiously at your vanity, teasing and touching your hair every minute until the hockey player texted you that he was in your driveway. when your phone lit up with the text your heart sank into your stomach.

“this is gonna be good.” you said to yourself, grabbing you wallet and heading out the front door. you opened the car door and got settled while you were greeted by the smiling brunette.

“you look great.” he smiles at you.

“thank you mark, you too.” you replied, his smile warming your heart. you and mark had been texting for a while. flirting, small talk, the whole shabang, but the two of you had never once hung out in real life, at least not alone. you’ve liked the boy for months and you’re finally on your first date with him.

“just so you know, i’m a great bowler.” he says, sparking an idea in your head. you had always loved to bowl with your family, and even won tournaments with them, so what if you could get this going a little quicker?

“oh i wish i was, i honestly suck.” you confess, totally lying out of your ass.

“hey no worries, i got you.” he says, ego booming through the roof of the car. the rest of the short drive was filled with your usual conversations, nothing out of the normal. you two walk into the bowling alley and make your way over to the counter.

“what’s your shoe size?” the woman asks the two of you.

“13 and she’s a?”

“6.” you smile.

“perfect, now let me ring you in,” she pauses, “your total is 24 even, are you splitting it?”

“no maam, im paying for it.” mark speaks up causing you to blush.

“thank you.” you whisper to him, his only reply being a smile. once you get to your lane you grab a 7 pound ball and he grabs a 12 pound.

“oh big and strong are we?” you laugh.

“what? oh this ball? if i had a 7 pound it would end up in the ceiling.” he laughs.

“woah okay mr macho.” you reply, giggling.

“okay i’m putting you as first, let me see what i’m working with here.” he says backing away and watching you bowl, purposefully shitty of course, but he has no idea. miraculously, you hit the two pins in the end.

“how’d i do?” you ask and he laughs.

“let me help you.” he says handing you the ball once it returned. you pick it up and you walk over to the lane, mark standing flush against your back. he grabs onto your wrist and lands his other hand on your waist.

“okay now bend your knees and lean forward. and don’t throw the ball, push it.” he say and you move together, picking up a spare.

“oh my gosh.” you say jumping and turning around as he smiles brightly at you.

“see it’s not so hard.” he says as you go sit down for his turn. he knocks 9 pins.

“damn look who’s winning.” you laugh and pick up your ball. it was show time. you walk up to the lane and send the ball effortlessly down the lane, knocking over 6 pins.

“see, i knew you could do it.”

“first to get a strike gets what?”

“a kiss.” he raises his brow.

“deal.” you reply and your heart sinks into your stomach. you couldn’t lie and say being around him didn’t make you nervous. a good nervous of course. you send the ball one more time hitting 2 more pins.

“your turn hot stuff.” you say patting him on the back.

“hot stuff?” he asks.

“mark im not blind, now go.” you laugh. much to your surprise he gets two gutter balls.

“you threw me off my game y/n.” he laughs sitting down next to you.

“i did no such thing.” you say getting up for your turn. as much as you wanted a strike, the idea made you nervous. you took a deep breath before walking up to the lane and sending the ball as fast as you could, knocking over all 10 pins. you turn around with wide eyes and jump for joy as he stands up and walks over to you, opening his arms to hug you.

“that was fucking awesome dude.” he says putting you down.

“it was pretty epic.” you laugh. once you’ve come back down you lock eyes with the tall boy.

“i was the first strike.” you say looking down at your feet.

“yep.” he replies, the building now feeling empty like it was no one but you two.

“hey look at me.” he says lifting your chin delicately with his hand.

“sorry i’m nervous.”

“why are you nervous?” he asks gently running his fingers down my arm.

“because you’re you. you’re tall, handsome….. let me not inflate your ego too much.” you laugh nervously.

“and you’re beautiful, smart, kind. i’ll inflate your ego any day.” he smiles, which you return as he finally closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours. your stomach filled with butterflies as you melted into the feeling of his hands around your waist onto the small of your back. once you separate all you can do is smile at him.

“let’s finish this game yeah?” he says.

“yeah.” you say quietly. you go sit down in your seat, over the moon about what just happened, realizing you’re gonna have to tell him you lied about being a bad bowler sooner or later. once you finished the game that you had barely won, you exit the bowling alley and walk back out to his car.

“mark, i have to tell you something.” you say.

“what’s up? everything alright?” he asks buckling his seatbelt.

“oh yes of course. i just had to tell you that i lied about being a bad bowler,” you sigh.

“why?”

“because i wanted you to show me how to bowl, i wanted to get the ball rolling, figuratively, between you and i.” you say embarrassing yourself, “i also didn’t wanna hurt your ego too quickly.”

“y/n it’s okay, you’ve hurt my ego a tiny bit now, but i like you anyway. i was fully planning on kissing you regardless of if you were good at bowling or not. at least you getting the first strike makes way more sense now.” he laughs, reassuring you.

“thank you mark, i like you too….. and i have for a while honestly, and besides all that, you’re a good bowling teacher.”

“am i actually?”

“yes, you did perfectly.” you laugh.

“ego has been boosted again.” he states, placing his hand lightly on your leg as you pulled out of the parking lot. once you arrive back at your house he pulls into your driveway and puts the car in park.

“thank you for tonight.” he says turning toward you.

“you too, i had so much fun.” you smile.

“see you tomorrow? lunch?”

“yeah sure, what time?”

“don’t know yet but i’ll text you when im on the way.”

“perfect.” you smile as he leans over to kiss you one more time.

“bye mark,” you smile placing a hand on his cheek once he backs away a few inches.

“bye y/n.”

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#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa fluff #umich imagine #umich hockey #turcs’ talk #i love him

[skzhua]

Hi! Sorry to bother again lol. I’m the Han obsessed girl lol. At it again with another request story cause my mind spirals but anyways I was thinking a forbidden love and sorta enemies to lovers so basically Han really wants to be with y/n but can’t cause of there differences and family issues etc and y/n pushes Han away cause she knows she likes him and all and basically angst and some fluff at the end? If that makes sense! - Sorry for the long request anyways Luv your work <3 (That’s why I keep coming back lol)

He's Not What He Seems to Be

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Pairing: New CEO!Han Jisung x Rival!Female Reader, brief Lee Felix x Reader.

Genre: CEO!AU, forbidden love!AU, rivals-to-lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn.

Word Count: 19,435

Warnings: Swearing, insults, drinking, suggestive, mentions of sex but nothing too explicit, one mention of cheating. (proofread-ish)

A/N: I've been wanting to do a forbidden love kind of thing for a while, thank you! This is basically what I was already working on, but I changed it a bit so it could work for your request.

A/N 2: My longest fic so far! I love this story so much and put so much into it! I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did when writing it.

one. - now -

"Has Miss L/N signed the papers yet?" the man asked your father, as if you weren't in the room already.

"She has not yet. We are to discuss our agreement before we commit to anything." your father answered politely.

"I see." the man, also known as Mr. Bang, breathed out. "I expect an answer until tomorrow night. We have our big announcement ceremony. I will be delighted to know you there."

Your father nodded politely before leaving the room while you stayed behind. As the door closed, you sent a glare to Mr. Bang. Upon seeing your reaction, he lets out a laugh.

"Chan, stop it." you rolled your eyes.

"Please, your father is so serious." he kept on laughing.

"If only he saw how you are out of office..." you mumbled in exasperation. "I think you becoming a CEO has only worsen your IQ."

He huffed in response. "Your company is nothing without mine, watch how you talk to me."

"Bruh..."

"Y/N, this is serious business!" he exclaimed.

"I know that, but I also know you are, first and foremost, my best friend. Plus, how did you talk about me just now? As if I'm some puppet who only gets to sign stupid papers."

He shook his head as he turned on his computer. "I was only joking."

"Yeah, well, my father didn't get that." you scoffed.

You went around his desk and leaned forward to see the statistics marked on his screen. You frowned when one number caught your attention. The Han technologies had risen significantly.

"I thought you said our new line of intelligent watches helped us beat the Han company." you commented.

"It did. For like a week." he sighed. "Your company is not doing so good, let me tell you."

The Bang family was a renowned one in the industry. Their ideas were always original and fresh, the public loved it. The Han were more traditional, but they managed to keep a great image since they kept on releasing new stuff all the time. Plus, their promoting team was a hard one to beat. And then, there was the L/N. You used to lead the technology brands with the Bang. However, with time, your ideas were not as impressive as they used to be. The Han family sued you for plagiarism a few years ago and this was a huge step back for your improvement. Luckily, Chan had recently taken his father's place as the CEO of Bang inc. and agreed on helping your company to increase your legitimacy. That was only because you two had studied together in college and grew to support one another.

"Isn't Han Jisung supposed to take the spot as their new chairman?" you asked when your eyes spotted his name on the screen.

"He gets promoted tomorrow morning."

You groaned in annoyance. "Does it mean he is going to be there at your night event?"

"Yes." he gave you a weak smile. "If it helps you to feel any better, he is only there to discuss business with us. You don't even have to address him a single word."

You scoffed again. "Trust me, I'll stay away from this guy. Why do you have business with him. anyway? I thought you were helping me!" you acted offended.

"Stop whining, Y/N. You're becoming CEO next year as well. See the following months as an opportunity to learn more about the industry." he patted your back.

You deadpanned at him, arms crossed. "You're so annoying."

"And that is why you love me." he faked a smile. "You should join your father before he asks me to marry you again."

Although your father thought the ideal solution to save the company was to marry you off to Chan, the latter had refused multiple times. You were his best friend, he would never take away such a big part of your life from you.

"Fair enough." you shrugged. "Don't forget to send me the papers, I'll sign them tonight."

"Yeah, yeah." he motioned his hand at you while his eyes were stuck on his computer. "See you tomorrow."

You joined your father outside, and there were already journalists surrounding him, asking him questions about your downfall and how he planned to save his company. You came to his rescue by telling them off and dragging your father behind to the car. Once in the vehicle, you asked the driver to bring you home.

"I really think you should marry Mr. Bang for our sake." he shot at you as the car started to move. "This would do great publicity and help us rise our sells."

"Well, it's a shame he doesn't want to propose to me." you sighed with a hint of playfulness in your voice.

"Y/N, be serious for once!" he nagged at you. "You've known the man for years and he is very respectful. I see no issue in a marriage."

You rolled your eyes at him. "I don't want to marry him, neither does he. He is already helping us a lot, it should be enough for now."

"And look at the results. This only made us beat the Han family for a week or so."

Not wanting to argue, you simply sighed loudly and looked out the window. You passed in front of the Han building and caught a slight glimpse of Han Jisung. Another thing you hated about the man was how good-looking he was. This was surely going to help him raise their numbers after he gets promoted.

Finally getting home, you rushed to your room to go wash up. Your day had been a hassle with the meetings with Chan, trying to act as if you haven't seen each other at your worst back in college. The moment you stepped in the shower, your phone went off. Glancing at the contact, you shrugged it off and declined. A few minutes into washing your hair, it went off again. With a groan, you hurried to rinse off the shampoo and soap that remained on your body.

Still damped, you answered rudely. "What?"

"Uh... Is this a bad timing? I thought you told me you'd be off work by now..." the voice on the other side spoke with uncertainty.

"I am at home, but couldn't you have waited five minutes?" you groaned.

"Jeez, my bad, L/N." Jisung chuckled. "Call me when you can?"

"No, I'm done already." you sighed as you started to dry yourself with the towel. "What do you want?"

"I'm nervous."

Yeah, you and Jisung weren't exactly as hateful towards one another as people thought you were. You hated him, yes, but only because he was an annoying child who would be constantly calling you to talk about anything. Other than that, he was a good friend of yours.

"You've been preparing for a whole ass year, you'll be fine." you softly reassured him.

"I still believe I need more time."

"If you want my opinion, you'll never feel ready. I can assure you that you are more than well-prepared for this position." you said before going back to your room.

"Are you going to be there tomorrow?"

You sighed heavily as you let yourself fall on your bed. "Yeah, but don't expect me to talk to you."

"I know." he said sadly.

There was a pause in the conversation. You took it as an opportunity to change into a more comfortable outfit since you wouldn't be going out until the morning after.

"You still there?" you heard through your phone.

You picked it up again and placed it on your ear. "Yeah."

"I- Do you think it's weird for me to want things to be different?" he breathed out.

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You hated me before, right?"

"Yeah..." you trailed off, even more confused. "I still do, honestly."

"Yeah, well not like you used to. And I hated you too."

"Just get to the point." you complained.

"Right." he coughed. "I wish we could have continued what happened last year."

two. - a year ago -

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." you cursed under your breath.

From afar, you saw your sworn enemy, Han Jisung, walk towards the baggage reclaim area, looking around for his own. You put on your sunglasses in hopes he wouldn't notice you. To your luck, he didn't as he seemed more preoccupied with finding his luggage.

You turned on your heels and walked away as fast as you could. In all of the places in the world, he had to be exactly where you were at for your little solo escapade. Add to that it was at the same time. You couldn't go back, this trip had cost you too much already.

"Well, well." you heard from behind. "If this isn't Miss L/N." he said in a cocky voice.

You shut your eyes closed before turning around, coming face to face with the man. "And if this isn't Mr. Too-Much-Ego-For-His-Own-Good." you faked a smile.

"I appreciate your worry about my ego, L/N, but I don't think it is necessary." he smirked at you. "Unless you actually have feelings under that pretty façade of yours."

It was your turn to send him a smirk. "I understand from what you said that you think I am pretty?"

His smile dropped. "You wish, princess."

With that, he left you in the middle of the airport as he headed towards the exit. Calling for a cab, he disappeared moments later. You could finally breathe a little. After making sure he wasn't around anymore, you went ahead yourself to get in a cab. You told the driver the location of the hotel you had reserved at, and it took him no time to drive away from the airport.

When you arrived, he was kind enough to help you with your bags before the valet took you in charge and brought them to your room. He led the way to the suite you had booked and made sure it was to your comfort before leaving. The sunlight was refreshing and the view as well compared to your house in the middle of the city back home. You walked to your balcony to take in the fresh air, letting yourself feel the warm breeze.

"Enjoying the view, L/N?"

Turning your head to your left, your eyes grew wider. This had to be a joke. There was no way he was in the room next to yours.

"Han." you muttered.

"I'm starting to think you are stalking me." he let out a laugh.

Even from his balcony that was a bit afar from yours, you could see the smug look plastered on his face. He was one hell of a jerk to be accusing you of such things, especially considering how much your families were against each other.

"I could say the same about you." you snorted.

"Don't expect this much from me, princess. If I wanted to pay attention to you, I would have done so way before."

How much you hated this pretty face of his. "Sure. Just don't bother my vacation." you huffed.

"You already ruined mine." he shot at you before walking back inside.

You soon did the same and rushed to get your phone, although you had promised yourself to not use it for the next two months of your getaway. In a hurry, you searched up Chan's contact and called him.

"I told you! You didn't even last an hour without your phone." he laughed as he answered.

"Han is here."

Chan said nothing, you could only hear his breath.

"Do you want to know the best?" you continued. "He's in the same fucking hotel in the room next to fucking mine."

"Oh." was all what came out of his mouth.

You grunted. "Thank you for the support, Bang."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but this is kind of a lot to process." he chuckled awkwardly.

"Yeah, no shit..."

"Look, it can't be that bad! Just ignore him and he'll do the same. You two don't even look at each other during events, you can do the same now."

In a way, Chan was right. How bad could it be if the only thing you would do is go out in the sun and enjoy the beach? Sure, you were staying at the same hotel, but it didn't mean you were going to bump into each other every two seconds.

"Alright, I suppose it could have been worse. He just gets on my nerves so much."

"Ignore him and enjoy your trip, okay? I have to go now, but call me anytime."

"Thank you, Chan."

That night, you opted for having dinner at the restaurant in the lobby. From what you have heard, they served the best beef on Earth and there was no way you would miss your chance to taste it. You dressed in a casual attire, in contrary of your usual blazer you'd wear for work, and didn't even bother to look presentable. On this island in the middle of nowhere, who was going to recognize you anyway? Your cropped top with the skirt you picked definitely weren't going to be much of a problem.

The server offered for you to sit at their bar to taste their cocktails they offered along with the meat. You denied kindly and he assigned you to a single table near the window. From there, you had a perfect view of the sea and the sunset which were simply breathtaking. For the first time since your arrival, you finally felt at ease, which was exactly what you were going for. No stress, no pressure, just calmness.

"I'll have the flank steak with the potatoes, please." you ordered to the waiter, who took your menu after he noted it down.

The meal arrived not too long after. Taking a bite, you hummed from the taste, satisfied with the flavours. This was a perfect scenario; alone in the middle of nowhere eating the best food without anyone to bother you.

"Sorry ma'am." the waiter said, bringing a red drink in his hand. "The gentleman at the bar ordered this for you."

He left it on the table, making you almost blush. Not only was your night already perfect, but you could have your summer love at this instant. Your gaze moved to the counter with anticipation, until your smile was replaced by a glare.

"Are you being for real?" you scoffed, almost not believing what was happening.

"This is the most I have seen you in an entire day, Miss L/N." Han grinned, having the same drink as yours in his hand.

He left some money next to his plate before getting up and taking place on the seat in front of you. Your eyes followed his movements, daggers through them. He looked extremely handsome, more than usual. There was something about him wearing his shirt with a few buttons undone and neat jeans that had some sort of effect on you.

"What do you think you are doing?" you questioned, crossing your arms.

"I paid a beautiful lady a drink, what is so wrong with that?" he smirked.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you chuckled at him. "Are you seriously trying to flirt with someone you cursed at in public for the last month or so?"

He shrugged his shoulders as he took a sip of the red liquor. "This is in no way a professional setting, I'm allowing myself to let it loose. It might be something you should consider doing as well, princess."

"As if." you let out a laugh.

"I'm serious. Other than work, I don't see a reason for hating you at this moment. When you think about it, right now, we are two respectably office workers who are simply on a break on this beautiful island."

A playful smiled appeared on your face slowly. "You are right, Han. Maybe we could put our work aside for the following weeks."

You took this as a way to avoid awkward interactions, but mostly, it would avoid him shooting insults at you for the time being. If you were going to be seeing him regularly, might as well make a truce to be able to enjoy your stay.

"I didn't expect you to be agreeing with me." he tilted his head to the side. "How long are you staying anyway?"

"Two months."

He let out a hum. "Same as me."

"Great." you muttered.

Finally feeling the need of a drink, you took a sip of the one Han bought you. Your stare stayed cold as he observed your gestures. His eyes were almond round, but there was this intimating hint in them that you couldn't quite put a finger on. You were visibly both still on the edge. However, it was somehow more tolerable than usual.

He raised his glass towards you and you copied his move. "What are we toasting for?" you raised an eyebrow.

He grinned at you. "To us, two known rivals who bury the hatchet for two months."

"To us."

Cling.

three. - eleven months and three weeks ago -

The first week had passed by so fast. Although you had planned to do so many things, you had barely gone outside. Unlike what you originally thought, you were not able to get away from work as easily. With a couple of calls here and there, signing documents to confirm shipments and others, you had little time to go out and enjoy the weather.

"What did I tell you?" Chan sighed, video calling you from his office. "I thought this was to forget about work."

"I know, I know." you groaned while rummaging through the clothes you packed. "I promise, today, I'll do nothing else but go to the beach and take a dip in the sea."

"Yeah, if you can find your bathing suit." he held in a laugh as he watched you struggle. "I'd offer to help, but I am eight hours away from you."

"Oh, wow, Channie." you turned to look at your phone. "I didn't know, I'm so glad to know you wanted to help still."

"Drop the attitude." he rolled his eyes. "You should be enjoying the sun instead of talking to me."

"You're my only source of entertainment since I got here, my bad." you held your hands up in defense. "Though I'm sure you have a lot of work right now, so I'll leave you be."

"Good plan. Have a good first day of vacation!" he waved before hanging up, not letting you say it back.

"This asshole." you mumbled to yourself.

Finally getting a hold of your bikini, you changed into it and wore a long summer dress over it so you could easily remove it once at the beach. You packed a tube of sunscreen, sunglasses, sandals, a bottle of water, and a book to spend the time.

You got there in a matter of minutes since your hotel was so close to the shore. There were already a lot of people, but you managed to find a spot a bit further where you could have some peace. There was a long chair installed with a parasol and a small table, so you placed your things, laying them out neatly, before you removed your dress. You were about to put on your sunscreen, until you heard a whistle from your left. Looking for the source of the sound, your eyes laid on a man. He wasn't so old, but he was visibly way older than you.

"Hi, Miss." he presented himself politely. "My name is Ko Sangwook."

"Okay." you said nonchalantly.

"And you are?"

"Annoyed you came here to bother me." you snapped at him. "If your way of flirting is whistling at a woman because you saw her at the beach in a bathing suit, I can understand why you are still looking for someone at your age."

"I-" he started, but you raised your hand up to stop him.

"I came here to relax and enjoy the view, so if you don't mind, it'll be very appreciated if you leave me alone."

"I didn't mean to-"

"I know what you meant." you cut him off again. "But like I said, I'd like to be left alone, thank you."

His shoulders dropped in defeat before he turned on his heels and walked back to where he previously was. Satisfied, you went back to putting on the cream on your arms. As you thought you had finally some tranquility, you heard someone clapping their hands slowly as they approached you. You immediately knew who it was.

"I almost interfered but I might say, you are rather good at handling such situations, L/N." he commented as he continued to clap.

You gave him a polite smile. "I'd usually tell you to fuck off, but in the context of the vacation, I'll gladly thank you."

Han snickered as he approached you. "You are very welcome."

He, himself, was in his swimming shorts with a loose white t-shirt and sunglasses that were pushing his hair back. This was a much different look from what you had seen him wear before and it was surely the first time you noticed the muscles he had through the fabric.

"Did you get here early?" you asked, now rubbing your legs with the cream.

He was checking you out, there was no doubt. However, the attention you were receiving was the least of your worries. Instead, you tried to focus on smoothing the white of the sunscreen.

"No, I got here about fifteen minutes ago. If I'm being honest, Miss L/N, I expected to be crossing your way sooner than today."

"I had issues to attend to." you responded, keeping it brief.

He dared to sit next to you as he saw you struggle to do your shoulders. Taking the tube from your hands, he squirted a certain amount and gave you a look as to ask for your permission. You nodded slowly and he started to rub your back gently, applying where you couldn't reach.

"Let me guess." he continued the conversation. "Work?"

"Precisely." you answered, suddenly not so focused as you felt his hands massage your shoulders. "I couldn't leave the paperwork to the staff, they would have messed it up."

"I see." he hummed.

To your disappointment, he was already done with putting on your sunscreen and he got up, rubbing his hands together with the remaining of it.

"Enjoy your day, princess." he said before he walked the opposite way from you.

You let out a huff, your brain trying to process the last couple of minutes. You shook it off. This was Han being polite, nothing more. Thus, you picked up your book and started to read, a way to change your mind. It didn't work. Your eyes kept drifting to where the blond-haired man was. Now totally shirtless, it was way harder to ignore his figure. One hell of a man he was.

four. - now -

You coughed, not knowing what to respond to him. He seemed to notice your discomfort as he immediately tried to justify himself, although you already knew what he was referring to.

"I mean, back when we could be casual with each other without worrying about... Well, not casual, but at ease?"

"I get it, Jisung." you said, pinching in-between your eyes. "Listen, I'm sure tomorrow will go wonderful for you. This is what you've been working for all of these years, no?"

There was hesitation in his voice as he answered. "It is, you are right."

"Alright... I have to go now, I have a big day tomorrow, and so do you."

"Yeah..." he mumbled. "Thank you, Y/N."

"Good night, Han." you hung up.

Burying your face in your hands, you recalled the previous year. So much had happened since then, you didn't know why you kept secretly befriending the enemy. This was wrong, in all aspects.

"Miss L/N." you heard from your door. "I have your laundry. What do you want me to do with it?"

You opened the door to meet eyes with the sweet Jeongin, your assistant slash butler. "Innie, be casual with me." you chuckled.

"I would but your dad is, like, staring at me." he whispered to you, which made you laugh.

"I'll just take these from you." You then noticed another piece of clothing that did not belong to you while you took the pile of clean shirts from him. "What is this?"

"Ah." he exclaimed before holding it higher for you to see. "Mr. Bang told me about tomorrow, so I thought I could shop something for you. Don't be mad, I just thought you wouldn't have the time."

Analyzing the gown, you grinned from ear to ear. It was a beautiful silk red dress with a long skirt that seemed to be flowing even though the man holding it was barely moving. You noticed it had pockets and it only made you love it even more. If anything, Jeongin had the best taste in terms of clothing.

"It's okay, Jeongin. I love it."

"I knew you would." he smiled with you and gave it to you. "Sleep well." he waved.

"You too."

The next day, you woke up with the worst headache. You would have taken the day off, if it wasn't for the agreement you still had to sign with Chan. The guy forgot to send you the papers, and so had you forgotten to remind him. Both of you were so smart, but when put together, it was a disaster.

You walked in his office, a coffee in hand and eyebags taking half of your face, and then slumped on the chair in front of his desk. He gave you a suspicious look, but didn't bother questioning you when he spotted the box of doughnuts in your other hand.

"Is this for me?" he asked excitedly.

You yawned loudly while nodding your head, dropping the box in front of him. "I got the caramel thingy you love so much."

"You're the best." he smiled at you. "I can't eat them yet, though. We have some stuff to sign, my dear."

With a groan, you grabbed a pen laying on his agenda and straightened your posture, ready to sign. He took out a document out of a file and started to read out the conditions. There were basic ones, such as the percentage of gain for each party and the duration of the contract.

"Yeah, yeah, I know all of this already, we wrote it together." you whined, growing impatient.

"Sorry for following proper protocol, Mrs. I-Am-Still-Asleep." he rolled his eyes at you.

"Headache." you answered. "Where do I sign?"

He pointed you a few places while turning the pages. "And here."

"This feels like I'm committing to a marriage." you grumbled.

He stopped his motion and sent you a glare. "Y/N, please focus."

"Sorry."

You eventually signed everything and Chan made a copy for you. He kept his in a folder before putting it away in his drawer. Business was easy with him, you liked it.

You yawned once more as you put the paper in your briefcase. "My father will be happy this is finally done."

"I suggest you take a nap with some pills before tonight, you don't look too good." he pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

"Can I just crash on your couch?" you motioned the sofa in the corner of his office.

He shrugged. "Sure, but a heads up, Han is coming in a like thirty minutes."

Your eyes widened. "Uh?"

"We have a couple of things to get cleared up before tonight. It won't be long, I promise. You tolerated him for two months last year, you can handle an hour or so."

Did you handle the two months? You begged to differ.

five. - eleven months ago -

Avoiding Han was easier when going to a different beach, further away from the one next to the hotel. It required you more transport, but the episode of the sunscreen left you traumatized almost. It was primordial for it to not occur again.

However, there was so much you could do to not meet him again. Tonight, the hotel was organizing a night on the beach for dancing and partying. You were still a woman in your 20s, there was no way you would be missing out on this. That also meant Han wasn't going to skip it either.

The moment you stepped foot on the sand, you saw him. He was discussing with a lady at the bar. Dressed in a short-sleeved buttoned shirt that was clearly too loose for him, he matched it with ripped jeans shorts and a silver chain around his neck. The woman with him was the definition of a popular girl you would meet in high school. Blond hair that matched his, bralette that enhanced the forms of her breast and a skin way too perfect to be real.

You had dressed up for the occasion as well. Although you had more self-preservation than her, you had picked a V shaped top with yet another one of your skirts. This one was longer and the fabric flooded perfectly as you walked. You went close to where he was sitting, ordering a margarita for yourself.

"Excuse me for a moment." he said, bowing apologetically to the lady.

Slowly, he made his way to you. You wondered where in this mind of his he thought talking to you was more worth it than speaking with the hot chick he had just abandoned.

"I would have never thought of you as one for the margaritas." he stated when the drink was placed in front of you.

"And I would have never guessed you liked bimbos." you replied with a knowing smile. "Known to break hearts, Han?"

He chuckled as he shook his head. "I used to be a wild teenager, I have to admit that."

"Not a surprise." you shrugged and drank your cocktail.

"How were you?" To this, you frowned at him. "In high school, I mean."

Looking up, you started to roll your memories from then in your head. "More reasonable and responsible than you were, I'd say."

"There is no doubt." he let out a laugh. "You dated Mr. Bang, didn't you?"

You froze at his words. For an instant, he reminded why you hated his family. They would never mind their own business and were constantly asking around for the gossip. This came to their advantage, they were known to expose the fraud within the industry.

"Is this why he's saving your ass from when my father sued yours?"

"Weren't you the one who wanted to bury the hatchet?" you said in a challenging voice.

"My apologies, princess." he snickered. "Curiosity got the best of me."

You turned your attention back on the drink in your hands. "I never dated Chan. I didn't even know him back in high school."

"It doesn't look like your relationship is platonic. I'm sure you are aware of what is said in the medias about the two of you."

You instantly got what he meant by that. "There is no marriage arrangement." you simply replied. "Did it answer your questions?"

"It did." he affirmed, now taking a sip of his own alcoholic liquor.

You considered you'd had enough of the conversation. By then, you had drawn a good image of what the Han family were discussing among themselves, and to no surprise, it was pure bullshit. You chugged the rest of your margarita and the shot of tequila you ordered along with it. Wincing at the strong taste, you put the glass down before walking towards the dance floor. Han stopped you.

Sending him a roll of your eyes, you smacked his hand away from your arm. "Am I not allowed to go have fun? Do I need the permission of the great Han Jisung?"

"I was simply about to ask you to dance with me."

You scoffed. "After your stunt about my personal life? I don't think so."

You found yourself moving along the music alone, soon then joined by another young man. From afar, you saw that Han had gone back to flirting with the big boobed girl from earlier. Good for him, he seemed to be lacking some action. As for the boy dancing with you, he was rather attractive. You grew to learn that his name was Felix and that he came from Australia. He was also a young wealthy man who was looking for a getaway from the toxicity of the business. It seemed to be a common pattern for most people like you.

"I see you know my mate, Jisung." he told you when he brought you afar from the noise, walking along the water.

You glanced back to Han's direction as he was moving with the blondie, her ass grinding on him. "He's nothing more than a mere acquaintance."

"Oh." Felix nodded his head. "I apologize, it seemed like more from where I watched the two of you."

You huffed, not believing a word he was saying. "We're rivals. If anything, I despise him."

He laughed at your words. "Hard feelings?"

You shook your head. "Not him in particular, his family in general." you breathed out before stopping to look at the small waves. "This is beautiful."

"It truly is."

A slight smile crept its way on your mouth. "The stars look like the freckles on your face."

He let out a chuckle. "You're a romantic?"

"When the man who keeps me company is to my liking, yes." you flirted.

This was definitely the alcohol speaking, but Felix was good-looking. You were not going to beat yourself for having an interest in him.

"I take it as in you appreciate my presence." he said in a soft tone, taking a step closer to you.

As he was now hovering you, you felt your heart pounding. "Good assumption." you whispered.

Carefully, he leaned in to meet your lips with his. He was undeniably an excellent kisser and he knew what he was doing. He eventually poked your lips with his tongue, asking for permission to slide it in yours. You let your mouth agape and went on to make out sensually. He slowly moved his hands from your waist to your ass which made you gasp at the contact.

"Sorry." he mumbled.

"Don't be." you breathed out heavily.

You moved your lips down his throat, moving to the muscle in-between his neck and his shoulder. It was his turn to let out a groan, making him grasp tighter on your ass cheeks.

"You want to do this here?" he grunted, still in shock from your sucking on his skin.

"We can take this to my room, unless you can't wait." you said in a moan.

Without another word, he grabbed your hand and ran back to the hotel. On the way there, you exchanged glances with Han. He had the woman all over him, but he didn't seem to enjoy it as much as he should. Instead, his eyes were dark as he followed your figure running to the building. You would have questioned it, but Felix picking you up bridal style quickly shifted your thoughts elsewhere.

When the doors of the elevator closed, Felix's lips were back on yours and his hands were, again, fondling your butt. Too immersed in the moment, you didn't think twice as you removed his shirt. He was stunned by your action, especially because you were still in public technically, but he didn't fight back. Your eyes directly went to his abdominal muscles, leaving your mouth open.

"I think it was a good idea to work out again for my part." he chuckled.

"Definitely."

Next thing you know, you're in your room with an Australian cutie on top of you. It was good, excellent you dared to think, but that was it. A one-night stand, nothing more.

When waking up, you felt horrible for not seeing him more than that. He was even prettier in the sunlight, but it was just that. He slowly woke up, grunting while stretching his arms out.

"Hey." he waved at you cutely. "Good morning."

"Hey." you waved back as you sit up. "Last night was nice." you commented, and he nodded in agreement.

"It was." he said, but seemed hesitant. Lifting his body up to lean on his elbows, he looked at you. "I didn't... feel it, though."

You let out a groan of relief. "Thank God, because me neither."

He laughed. "It was really good, though." he trailed off.

He lifted his hand up to the back of your neck and pulled you close to his face. Kissing him was hot, he didn't leave room for it to be an innocent gesture. He moved slowly to press your body down on the bed as he turned to be on top of you.

"You're so fucking hot." he almost growled.

As you felt him suck in your neck, you moaned at the sensation from the contact. "Same for you." you managed to spill out.

He backed away a little and stared right back into your eyes. "I don't mind keeping contact as a friend, but I'd love if we can keep doing this."

"Agreed." you quickly answered before bringing him back to the crook of your neck, already in need of feeling him.

"Fuck, so eager." he rasped out, leaving a couple of sloppy kisses along your throat. "You're into morning sex, aren't you?

"You talk too much." you groaned, going back to kissing him.

His phone went off. It distracted you for a second, but you rapidly went back to business as Felix started to massage your thigh. He was about to go further, when the ringtone went off again. With a loud sigh, he separated his body from yours and went to pick up his device. Answering, he still kept touching you, leaving you vulnerable in all ways.

"Yes?"

"Felix, I get L/N is hot, but try to keep quiet?" you heard Han say through the phone.

Felix stopped touching you as a frown made its way on his face. "What do you mean?"

"My room is next to hers, I can hear you two fuck."

A blush crept on your cheeks, both from embarrassment and anger. Did he really have the guts to listen to you in such an intimate moment?

"Well, don't listen?" Felix replied in a small voice.

"Trust me, I would, but you two are loud as fuck and the walls are thin like paper."

That meant you would have heard him if he slept with the girl, but you didn't. You couldn't get why this reassured you.

"Alright, sorry." Felix breathed out, passing a hand through his silver locks. "Are you still up for shopping later?"

"Yeah, for sure. Meet me there at 11?"

You looked at the clock and it was already 9.

"Yes. See you there, mate." He hung up and gave you an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry."

You shrugged. "I'm here for another month or so, we can definitely do this again."

He gave you a satisfied smirk. "I'll wait. But for now, how do you feel about working you up a little?"

You huffed. "I'm definitely keeping you around just for that."

Minutes later, you were even more of a mess than the previous night as you let out uncontrollable gasps and moans. Felix did take care of you afterwards, making you a coffee from the machine in the corner of the room.

"You seem to have a lot of experience." you complimented as you took the mug he gave you.

He shook his head. "Not so much, actually. I recently broke up with my now-ex fiancée."

You winced at the thought before drinking your coffee. "I'm so sorry."

"It's nothing. I caught her cheating and it wasn't the first time."

"That's even worse..." you mumbled.

"It is. It sucked a lot. It's one of the reasons why I needed to leave Australia for a bit, change scenery."

"Understandable really." you nodded.

"What about you? How come are you in the middle of nowhere with your hotel suite right next to your so-called enemy?" he questioned.

You rolled your eyes, already annoyed at the simple thought of him. "Pure coincidence, really. We did agree to put all of it aside for the time of the vacation, but he does get on my nerves a lot."

"Jisung can be insufferable, I'll give you that." he laughed. "But he's not that bad. In fact, he might me among the few real people I've met here. And trust me, I've talked to almost everyone in this hotel."

You shook your head while laughing with him. "I have no doubt he is, but we'll never get along. It's like that and always has been."

"If you say so."

six. - ten months and three weeks ago -

You hooked up one more time with Felix before he had to fly back to his home country. Promising each other to keep contact, you watched him leave the hotel after he hugged you tightly.

"Already missing your boo?" Han joked.

He had tagged along with sending Felix off with you, much to your displeasure. This was the first time you saw him again after the party at the beach.

"I'm sure he told you it was purely platonic." you spat out before heading back inside.

"I'm kidding." he said in a much softer tone as he ran to catch up with your speed. "Are you coming to the bonfire tonight?"

You lifted an eyebrow at him. "There is a bonfire?"

"Yeah, another thing the hotel is hosting."

You shrugged your shoulders. "I suppose I can go check it out."

"I'll be there if you want to join me."

You chuckled at him. "If it's to watch you with bimbo girl again, no thanks."

To this, a smirk slowly appeared on his face. "Jealous much, princess?"

You wanted to punch him. "Of course, I would totally be heartbroken to see you rub your dick against a fake booty." you exclaimed in a sarcastic way.

He deadpanned at you. "I get the point, L/N."

"Then you understand I'll most likely not be joining you tonight."

"I'm the only person you know here apart from Felix. And since he just left, you have no other option than sticking with me."

"Logical, indeed." you replied. "Alright, I suppose I could use some company, although I doubt you'll be able to entertain me much, Mr. Han."

"You'll see."

You had finally reached your suites by then. Thus, he walked inside while not forgetting to send a wink your way. You felt your face getting warmer as you went in your own.

With a deep breath to shake it off, you walked to your luggage in order to inspect the few articles of clothing that would be appropriate for tonight. Your dresses were either too tight or you had already wore a couple of them. There was no way you were going to show up in pants. Then, you spotted a pair of short shorts with a tight tank top laying next to it. Your mind worked as it figured if it would be a good outfit as you imagined it with your oversized knitted cardigan. This seemed to work.

A few hours went by and you had chosen to add a few necklaces to add to your look. Boringly staring at the television in front of your bed, you didn't notice it was nearing the start of the bonfire. With a loud pounding at your door, you let out an annoyed grunt before answering and letting the man in.

"You look rather lovely." he commented.

His clothing wasn't different from usual, apart from the sleeveless shirt he had on that made his arms look very fit. His hair was in a messier state that what you had seen before but it fitted him well.

"And you look like some fuckboy." you responded and he huffed at you. "May you lead the way, please?"

"Sure, ma'am."

He didn't wait for you. He didn't even look back at you as he left to head towards the elevator. Not wanting for him to close the doors in your face, you hurried to join him with a little sprint. You truly asked yourself why you hadn't chopped his head yet.

"So courteous of you." you joked, already out of breath from your running.

"I try to be." he said with the same damn smug look he always had on. "Stamina is not your forte?"

"I don't have time for maintaining these types of things."

The elevator opened and, this time, he extended his arm out for you to hold on. Reluctantly, you gripped onto it before he started to walk towards the beach. Well, towards the bar. Now you were really wondering how he hadn't had a harsh hangover yet.

"Shall I buy you a margarita?" he asked as you were getting closer to the barman.

"Sex on the beach."

"Freaky." he hummed, resulting to you giving him a punch on the stomach with your elbow.

He grunted at the contact, but didn't say more. He left you alone as he went to order your drinks. In the meantime, you watched the young adults partying near the already growing fire. You didn't think you would be experiencing something like this again after college, even less after you entered your father's company. Frankly, this was the first time you went to social events like these.

"Here." Han held out the cocktail to you while drinking his own. "I haven't had a sex on the beach in years. You've got good taste, L/N."

You chuckled. "I stick to what I know, that's all." you shrugged.

You began to walk again but in a slower pace to not spill out the liquids in your possession. Much to your excitement, you spotted a group of three men sitting on logs in a small circle as one played the guitar. Not even consulting Han first, you made your way to them. Although your sudden change of direction took him by surprise, he followed you as you greeted the young men.

"Good evening." you waved and one of them smiled at you brightly. "I'm Y/N, and this is my..." you paused for an instant, searching for what you should be calling him.

"We're business partners." Han finished for you. "I'm Han Jisung."

The guy holding the guitar opened his eyes wide at the mention of the name. "As in the future chairman of Han techs?" he questioned, to which Han nodded. "You had a brief time in the music industry, am I wrong?"

This took you by surprise, especially when you saw Han acquiesce. The man, who later introduced himself as Seungmin, told him he followed his platform back then and had been trying to learn the guitar for a while. You watched your companion of the evening sit next to him as he explained the chords and more. You had never seen him speak with such passion, it was almost attractive. The simple fact he knew how the play the guitar would have been good enough for you to be interested if he wasn't Han Jisung.

"And you're Y/N L/N of the L/N Corporation?" the guy sitting next to Seungmin asked.

"That's me." you said before sitting down next to him.

"I'm Changbin, and this is my friend Minho."

You bowed at him as he waved at you kindly. He focused back on watching Seungmin and Han interact.

"I'm surprised to see you with a Han, I thought your families didn't have the greatest relationship." Changbin stated.

"We didn't intend to be coming here at the same time." you briefly explained. "I wouldn't be around him in normal circumstances."

"I believe you, don't worry." he laughed.

"I heard you wanted to release more music." Seungmin said to Han who was the one holding the instrument now.

He chuckled awkwardly as he tuned the strings. "I won't be able to do that anymore."

"Why not?" you asked.

His head shot up to look back at you. There was glistening in his irises, which was probably the reflection of the fire. He sent you a knowing smile.

"Work." he responded simply, his eyes still on you.

It was as if this simple word meant a thousand things. There was something you couldn't understand in his tone, but you got one part right; he gave up music for the company.

"Play something."

Startled by your request, he blinked a couple of times before letting out a quiet cough. "I'm sure I'm rusty."

"Please." Seungmin insisted. "It'd be great to hear you perform acoustically."

Sighing in defeat, he adjusted his posture. Placing his fingers correctly, he frowned as concentration took over. Then, he strummed the strings which left a beautiful sound. It sounded oddly familiar, but you let him play. Just when you thought he couldn't have amazed you more, he started to sing. Now, in a normal context, you'd say you fell in love right there and then. But it's Han Jisung. So, you were being content with simply enjoying the melody for now. He was talented, that was evident, but you would never say it in his face.

He sang the outro of the song with his gaze on yours. He noticed the pink appearing on your face and he didn't want to assume he was the one making you feel like this. Embarrassed, you looked at the bottom of your glass that was already empty. Han ended the song beautifully and the boys clapped their hands.

"Thank you, J.One." Seungmin snickered as he patted Han's back.

It hit you. The familiarity you had with the track was because it was one on your playlist, credited by J.One.

"You're that rapper dude who sometimes sings that I keep hearing on the radio?" you exclaimed in total shock.

As shocked by your words as you were, he nodded. "My father doesn't know. Please, Y/N, I beg you to not tell him."

Y/N... it sounded pretty coming out of his mouth. Without even knowing, you did grow familiar to one another since the beginning of this vacation. It was only a matter of time before you dropped the honorifics, such as calling each other by your last name.

"I won't." you smiled at him.

This was the first genuine smile he got from you that was actually directed to him. His heart skipped a beat. He wished he had seen it before, it made you glow.

"Thank you." he said softly.

As he stared between the two of you, Minho coughed to break the moment. "How about we join the actual party?" he prompted and the others stood up as to agree with his suggestion.

Changbin offered you a hand, but you kindly declined. "Are you sure?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sure, thank you. I'll join you all later.'

"If you say so." he shrugged before running to Seungmin and Minho.

Han, however, was still at the same spot on the log with the guitar laying next to him. He watched the gathering around the fire and sighed loudly. You gave him a curious look, but didn't dare to ask what was on his mind. It wasn't your place to do so. As if he would be telling you anyway.

"We have three weeks left." he said no one in particular, his stare still on the dancing people. "It goes by so fast."

"It does." you affirmed. "I can't wait to be back home, though. It can get lonely here."

"I'm here." he pointed out.

"I wouldn't call you an enjoyable presence."

He winced, faking to be hurt by your words. "I can't blame you. Still hurts."

"You'll get over it, whiny boy." you shook your head in exasperation.

Another silence took over. Rather than wanting to shoot yourself for having him around, it almost felt like you were at home. His presence alone, whether you liked it or not, was comforting.

"For real, though." he spoke again. "I don't want to go back."

"Why not?"

He moved his stare towards you. "You know why."

You shrugged. "It was our fate since the day we were born."

"Exactly." he snapped. "All of our life is already planned in every way even before we can speak. I didn't ask to work for my dad, and I surely didn't decide on hating you."

For the first time, you heard him out. You were listening to the real Han Jisung. In a way, you had to agree with him; life within a world like yours wasn't easy. People were expecting so much of you, the pressure was constant. In all honesty, you thought Han was used to this lifestyle and actually enjoyed it. You were proven wrong.

"If I'm being truthful, I would have never hated you in the first place." he continued. "I mean, I have no valid reason."

You felt a lump form in your throat. "You know your father will kill you for even addressing me like this."

"Like what?" he cocked his head to the side.

"So casually..." you murmured.

He laughed a little. "You're quite the only here who can relate to what I'm going through. I'm simply taking the opportunity to rant, that's all."

"We are rivals, Han."

"Jisung."

You blinked twice. "Pardon me?"

"Call me Jisung, please."

You nodded, uncomfortable by his request. "Well, Jisung, while we are at it, should I complain as well?"

He gestured to you. "Be my guest."

"Okay..." you breathed in. "I wish I could hang out with Chan like we used to back in college. Ever since he got to his new role, I barely see him out of his office."

He hummed as you talked. "Right, Bang..." he trailed off. "You really love him, don't you?"

You frowned at him. "He's a close friend, yeah. Probably the only one I have, to be honest."

He broke into laughter. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but this is kind of sad."

"Who are you to say that? The only friend I am aware you have is Felix Lee." you scoffed.

He suddenly went back to his serious face, now sending you a glare. "I hate you."

"Breaking news." you said sarcastically.

"It was a joke." he snorted. "I literally just told you I don't really."

You realized you didn't get that this was what he had insinuated when he said he wouldn't hate you if it wasn't for his family. Thinking about it now, you also couldn't pinpoint a good argument on why you couldn't get along. Frankly, you had every aspect to be bonding: both heirs of grand companies, both pressured by the public, and both on a vacation to run away from it all. Adding the fact he was able to keep your holiday interesting in a way, he was fine really.

"I don't hate you either."

This seemed to take him by surprise. "You don't?"

You shook your head as a no. "I grew up hating your family, I naturally assumed you are as much of an asshole. I mean, you are, but in a nice way."

"Thank you?" he said, sounding more like a question. "I don't agree with most of what they are doing. I would rather be doing my music than working for them."

You chuckled. "I would have never guessed you are J.One."

"Well, I don't go around telling people. I'm surprised Seungmin knew, he must have been following my stuff for a while."

Talking about him, Seungmin had ran back to you. Taking your hands in his, he forced you up to go join the others. You argued you didn't feel like partying, but gave in eventually. Soon after, it was Jisung's turn to get fetched by Minho. Changbin had bought some beers for you all and you jammed to the music as you drank and enjoyed the warmth of the fire. At some point, you didn't notice how, but Jisung was casually swirling you around in a messy manner, the sand not cooperating with the stability of his feet. As for you, you were laughing uncontrollably for pretty much nothing as he kept guiding your body along the beats coming from the speakers. You hadn't had this much fun in a while, it felt amazing.

To your disappointment, the night came to an end. People dispersed on the beach as they regrouped in smaller crowds. Not much dancing was happening. You saw most of them heading back to the hotel, Minho and Seungmin among them. Changbin stayed behind as to make sure you and Jisung were doing okay. The man had one too many drinks, but you were surprisingly able to walk in a straight line still.

"Is he always like this?" Changbin laughed as Han tripped over his own feet again.

"I wouldn't know." you snickered with him. "But I'll have to admit, he's kind of cute being all lost and shit."

"I heard that!" Jisung smirked, now standing.

He clumsily joined you and slumped his arm around your small figure to get some balance. "Easy there." you laughed out.

"I'm fine."

Changbin helped you bring him to his room as you laid him on his bed. He argued with you that he didn't need to be taken care of, but the way he stood on the mattress told you otherwise. You assure Changbin that you could handle him from then on and he left the two of you alone, doubt still plastered on his face.

"Do you need anything?" you asked the drunk man as he attempted to walk up to you.

"I need you with me." he pouted which was too adorable for your liking.

"I'm already here with you."

In response, he grabbed your arm and dragged you to his bed along with him. Though he tried to do it carefully, he pushed you under the convers and tucked you in as if you were a toddler. You didn't fight back.

"I meant to stay with me for tonight." he grinned before going into the blankets next to you. "Do you like Felix?"

The abrupt change of topic caught you by surprise. Slowly, you moved your gaze to him as questions popped in your head. Was he in his right mind?

"I think he's a great guy, yeah." you responded although you were quite lost.

"He was a good fuck?"

You slapped him across his chest. "This is so inappropriate."

He scoffed. "Is it? I heard your moans for hours that night. Consider yourself lucky I only complained once."

"Were you listening all along? You pervert..."

You could not see his face due to the lack of lighting, but you could easily tell he was rolling his eyes at you. "Not intentionally." he sighed. "But quite honestly, I hated hearing you scream his name."

"Was I that annoying?" you joked.

"No, the opposite."

To this, you stood up from the pillow under your head and tried to find his eyes within the darkness. With the little light coming from the moon, you made out his features and saw some sort of sadness. If you weren't confused before, you definitely were now.

"Sorry, what?" you whispered.

It was his turn to get up from the mattress until his face was to your level. He put his hand up to your face, hesitant, but placed it to the side of your head in the end.

"If you haven't figured it out yet, L/N..." he started but stop when his breath got caught in his throat.

He was nervous. You could tell.

"What didn't I figure out?" you asked softly.

Your breathing wasn't doing any better than his. It was oddly uneven while you were almost shaking from how vulnerable he made you feel. Stroking the apple of your cheeks, he took a deep breath.

"I like you."

seven. - now -

"A pleasure, Mr. Bang." Han bowed to your friend.

You were still on the couch. While people would immediately think you were napping, you were more awake than ever. The simple sound of his voice was enough to make you fall asleep on a usual basis, but you felt like it could not keep you more conscious at the moment.

"The feeling is reciprocated." Chan bowed as well. "I apologize for Miss L/N sleeping in my office. We had some paperwork this morning and she didn't get much sleep."

Han hummed. "Not surprising considering her reputation."

It stung. Jisung would be the most caring and soft person when you would be alone together. But when put in a situation where a scandal would break if they ever say you interact with your supposed competitor, he was a totally different person. His words were harsh with no feeling. He was like the Han Jisung you used to despise so much.

"What reputation, may I ask?" Chan asked.

"Has she not been seen out with many gentlemen these past few months?"

He was referring to you father's selection of potential husbands he had forced you to go on dates with.

Chan let out an amused chuckle. "You're assuming she spent the night with them?"

"I'm simply talking about what is said."

Chan paused. How much you wished to open your eyes to see how he was reacting.

"Shall we jump to business, Mr. Han?" he changed the subject.

"Right." he coughed. "I apologize."

"I'd have to say congratulations for your new position."

"Thank you very much, I only hope I can be as great of a man as my father was."

"I know the feeling." Chan sighed.

They started to discuss new arrangements and all. You did doze off to sleep eventually, though it took you a while as you were trying to ignore the mixed feelings you had from when Jisung was bad mouthing you. An hour later, Chan woke you up, telling you he was alone now and that you should get home to get ready for the evening.

"Can I crash at your place?" you pouted.

"Y/N..." he said in a stern voice.

"Your bed is much more comfortable!" you argued. "And I don't want to face my dad. I bet he'll be talking to me about the important figures we'll see tonight and I am in no mood to listen to him."

He shook his head. "I have to get ready myself, I'm sorry. I promise I'll be sticking to you like glue for the entire ceremony, though."

"Oof." you made a face. "That's a tough promise you're making there, Mr. Bang. Plus, I know you'll have to speak with Han again. Don't involve me in this."

He let out an exasperate sigh. "What is it with you two? It's as if the hate sky rocked since last summer. What even happened there for you two to be so... disgusted by the other?"

Your mouth went agape. Staring at him blankly, you didn't know what to say. As much as you had tried to hide your relationship that was far from hatred, maybe you had overdone it.

"What are you talking about?"

He sighed again, visibly irritated by your cluelessness. "You know, Y/N. You always talk about him and throw whatever insult that comes to your mind. You didn't even leave just now when I told you he was coming."

Yeah, Chan definitely knew.

"Nothing happened last year."

"Bullshit." he muttered with a 'tsk'.

You got up from the sofa abruptly as you grabbed your purse. "I better get ready."

You stormed out of his office, leaving him no time to stop you from doing so. You felt horrible lying to him like this, but there was no way you were going to let anyone know about you and Jisung. Maybe this was your sign that it was all too risky. You should have done what you told yourself to do when you came back from vacation: stop everything with him. Why did you fall into his trap when he had called you not even 24 hours later while convincing you that it could be a secret?

"Hi, Y/N." Jeongin beamed at you as you arrived home.

"Is my dad here?" you asked, not even having the energy to speak properly to him.

"He left earlier. He went to the convention center in advance."

"Alright." you exhaled. "Want to help me out with getting ready?"

His eyes grew bigger. "I could call Miss Shin instead, no?"

You laughed as he mentioned one of your colleagues. "Jeongin, you're more than capable to help me. I know you like fashion anyway."

"I do..." he confirmed. "But this... it's not very my job to do so."

You rolled your eyes. "You're being dramatic. I'm asking you as a friend."

He ended up agreeing. In your room, he laid out the dress he bought for you on your bed. He asked you to pick out shoes to go along with it while he allowed himself to go through your jewelry box.

"Hoops?" he asked while showing you the pair of earrings. "And this golden chain?"

"Sure." you shrugged. "Do you think I should go with the black heels or the platforms? No, wait. I have these navy ones here." you exclaimed, rummaging through your rack of heels.

"Black ones are fine." he laughed. "I don't think navy matches well with red."

"Good point."

As you picked the shoes and brought them next to the gown, Jeongin spoke again. "I heard you yesterday." You froze in action. "Well, in fact, it was not the first time I heard you discuss with Mr. Han over the phone."

You were fucked.

"As in..." you started but couldn't even finish your sentence properly.

"As in I know you two are faking your little dislike towards each other."

You mentally cursed at yourself for not being careful enough. This only confirmed one thing in your mind: you needed to put an end to this as soon as you could.

"I'll stop this tonight, I swear."

Jeongin chuckled. "I really don't care, Y/N. The past year was the happiest I've ever seen you. If I were you, I wouldn't cut out the only thing that brought me comfort in a really long time."

You bit down your lip, hesitant. "I have to. I'm sure he already got a lot to prove as a new chairman by now. If we keep this going, this will only mark his image for life."

"You do you." he breathed out. "I'm just saying that you do seem fond of him and that it's a shame you'd want to throw it all away."

You didn't say anything. Instead, you picked the dress up and walked to your mirror in the corner of your room. Putting it up in front of your figure, you couldn't help but see yourself dressed like this with Jisung by your side. That would be the perfect picture, if it wasn't for your families. It was an impossible picture.

"Do you want help with your hair?" Jeongin grinned.

eight. - ten months and a week ago -

You cursed in a mumble at the sight of the man. As you were about to turn around to avoid him, he spotted you before you could do anything. Excusing himself to the woman he was already trying to woo, he ran to where you were standing.

"How delightful to see you here." he said cheerfully, panting from his little run.

"The feeling is the same, Mr. Ko." you faked a smile. "I didn't expect to be seeing you again."

"I had to come and apologize about my behaviour the other day. It was grandly inappropriate if me."

"It was." you agreed.

"If you allow me, I'd love to invite you for a drink."

You smiled awkwardly, until you felt a hand come around your waist.

"If she gets a drink tonight, it would be from me solemnly."

Mr. Ko's gaze went straight to Jisung as blush crept on his face. Bowing apologetically to him, he mumbled some sort of excuses before taking off to where he was previously sat at.

"Great, my knight in shining armour." you groaned as you slapped Jisung's hand away from your body. "I had this under control."

"I know, babe, but it was my time to shine." he smirked at you, placing his hand back on you. "Don't act like you didn't like me getting all protective."

"Going on that date with you last week was a mistake." you grumbled before walking away from him.

"Baby." he whined, catching up to you.

"You're such a child."

He grabbed your wrist to stop you and spun you around, your body now clashing to his chest. Before you could process a reaction, his lips found their way to yours as he laid a small peck.

"You love me like that." he said softly.

You slapped his chest and got away from his grip. "I said not in public." you nagged.

He looked around for a moment and pecked your lips again.

"Han Jisung!" you yelled out.

"There is no one."

He was now holding your hand, his thumb rubbing it gently. You scanned your surroundings for a second, and finally gave in as you let him pull you into a loving kiss.

"You do know they use this lobby for wedding ceremonies, right?" he said once he pulled away.

"Already thinking about marrying me?" you perked an eyebrow.

"I told you, princess, I've been in love with you for years."

With a huff, you started to head towards your room, him having abandoned his some days ago. "Yeah, well, keep dreaming. Once we come back home, this arrangement is over."

He shook his head violently. "Stop bringing it up, please."

"We're leaving in a week, Ji." you exhaled in frustration. "We have to face reality."

"Or." he started, taking both of your hands which stopped you from walking. "We could enjoy the remaining time we have together and worry about the rest later?"

You let go of his hands as you rolled your eyes, going straight back to where your room was. He followed behind closely and you let the door open for him to come in as well.

"Y/N, please." he said, closing the door behind him.

Throwing your belongings on the coffee table, you acted as if you were not listening. Turning on the television as you let yourself fall on the couch was his limit. He took the remote from you and aggressively turned off the screen. With a glare, he threw it away next to you before putting his hands on his hips.

"Are you avoiding this conversation?"

You groaned. "I'm not. It's just..." you cut yourself by rubbing your face. "This is messed up."

"I'll give you that." he sighed and went to sit with you. "We can stop if you want."

"I don't want to stop." you admitted. "But that's the issue. I'm simply trying to prepare myself for what's coming."

He put his hand on your thigh as a way to comfort you. "I know it sucks, which is why I'm suggesting we should only enjoy the time we have left as much as we can. Can you do that for me?"

You moved to meet his eyes and they were filled with hope.

When he confessed two weeks ago, you hadn't realized yet how sincere he was. It wasn't easy to perceive considering he had almost passed out after spilling out the words 'I like you'. Still, the morning after, you had the courage to ask him about it and that's when he told you everything. From the first time he saw you and thought you were simply gorgeous to when you defended yourself to the journalists by saying you didn't need your father's help to get to where you were now. He admired your honesty, your journey in your work, but mostly, he admired your sensitivity. He wasn't blind, he saw how you took care of Chan when he became CEO. The man was close to a mental breakdown until you came in with the biggest smile to cheer him up. He loved how unbothered you could be, how brilliant you were, and how you remained respectful to him even with your disagreements.

So seeing him almost sacrifice his career for the sake of being with you even if it meant for only a week or so, you could not resist it. Because, frankly, you had fallen for him as well. For the sensitive and ambitious man you grew to know.

"Okay." you nodded. "We'll worry about after later."

He smiled and brought you closer, kissing you for the hundredth time of the day. Gosh, how you loved the way he kissed you. It was always filled with such care and love, you were wondering how he was even the same man you thought to hate.

"I spotted this karaoke restaurant-bar in the city." he said, still holding you tight.

"What about it?"

"Should we have a date instead of ordering food?"

You looked at him incredulously. "I thought you hated going out."

"I don't mind if I get to treat you some good food."

You slapped his chest once more, a way to hide the blush appearing on your face. "You're so cheesy."

It took you both no time to get ready and dress up for the occasion. Jisung had called a cab so you wouldn't have to walk all the way there. It was crowded, to say the least. It looked like the karaoke had already started as you saw two girls in front of the mic with drinks in their hands. They sang with their tone very off and it wasn't the most pleasing thing to hear when arriving. Jisung tugged your arm and led you to a table a bit further. A waiter came up to you, asking you if you wanted something to drink to start the evening.

"Just a beer is fine." Jisung smiled at him.

"Margarita for me."

He nodded before leaving you with the menus.

"Back at it with the margaritas?" Jisung teased at you.

You shrugged. "Gets me drunk the fastest."

"Go easy on the alcohol tonight."

You frowned. "So you care about my well being?"

"No, I just don't want to deal with your hangover tomorrow." he said with a smug on his face.

"Jerk." you huffed.

When the waiter came back with your drinks, you took the opportunity to order your food as well. It was nothing too extravagant: some fries with chicken. A few people had sung on the stage and you saw a group of girls marking their names on the lineup list. Jisung seemed to notice as he got up and stood behind them. Turning to look at you, you saw the smirk on his face.

"What are you doing?" you mouthed to him.

He only shrugged and turned back his attention on the iPad where you could sign up. He spoke with the man hosting the show for a brief moment and noted down something on the screen. As he walked back to your table, you were shaking your head in exasperation.

"What did you do, now?" you said with a warning tone.

"You'll see, baby." he replied with a wink. "Let's enjoy our food for now."

You dug into your meal, not even caring about your manners anymore as you picked up the chicken drumstick with your hands. Jisung was as messy as you were, chewing on the meat. His cheeks were full, it was adorable. You saw some barbecue sauce dripping from the corner of his mouth. Although you knew he was probably going to mock you for it, you grabbed his face with your clean hand and placed a kiss on his lips. Licking the remaining of the sauce, you hummed at the taste.

Meanwhile, Jisung's mind had stopped working. This might had been the hottest thing he'd seen you do, especially since you gave him a flirtish look while your tongue was wiping off the food on your lips.

"Han Jisung and Y/N L/N." the host called out, taking the both of you by surprise.

You rushed to clean up your mouths and hands before walking up to the stage. You knew Jisung was a good singer, but as for you, it was another story. In all honesty, you hadn't sung in years.

"You chose Volcano by J.One." the host read out loud as confusion took place on his face. "Never heard of this one... Oh well, the stage is yours, lovebirds."

You went to look at Jisung in panic, but instead, you came face to face with a microphone that he was holding out to you. You did know the song, you had even added it to your favourites.

"This is like the worst of your songs that you could have picked out." you complained.

"I know, it's a hard one, but I know you have it in your playlist." he said cheekily.

As you were about to protest, the music started to play as the lyrics appeared on the screen in front of you. You couldn't move, taken over by fear and nervousness. But Jisung was doing perfectly fine. He was in his element. As the first verse started, he sang along in a mesmerizing voice. He was simply amazing. You were almost lost in him when he nudged your arm, signaling for you to sing along with him. Even though you were frightened to do so, his presence alone gave you the confidence to bring the mic close to your mouth and sing along with him. You were a little off, but Jisung encouraged you to continue and didn't even bother to correct you. The song came to an end and he did not hesitate before kissing you softly before bringing you into a warm hug.

"You did great, princess." he whispered in your ear.

That night, let's say things got steamy. Walking back clumsily in your room, he was almost biting your lips as the eagerness took over him. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you jumped around his waist while he held you firmly by the thighs. Although you had made out tons of times already, he never wanted to go further, saying he wanted to make it special. Tonight seemed to be it.

"Was it better with Felix?" he rasped out as he walked to your bedroom.

"Jealous, Han?" you snickered at him as he put you down on the edge of the bed carefully.

"I am." he said with confidence. "I'll make you feel good, baby."

"We'll see." you laughed.

To sum it up, he did way better than Felix, even when you thought it would be hard to do so. While Felix was rough, Jisung was careful and liked to build up the tension instead of going straight for it. It was frustrating in a way, but it did make the actual action ten times more worth it.

You woke up in his arms, fully naked, and his eyes were still closed shut. With his lips slightly parted open, he looked like a child taking his nap. Turning around to get a better view of him, it was enough to wake him up. He made a pout with his mouth while opening his eyes in a squint, taken aback from the morning sunlight coming right on his face.

"Rough morning?" you chuckled.

"I don't want to get up." he grumbled and brought you closer to him. "Let's stay in bed today."

"All day?"

"All day." he affirmed before kissing your temple. "Unless you had something else in mind."

"Well, you kind of made me unable to use my legs." you said, recalling the previous night. "Staying in bed it is."

"You asked for it."

nine. - ten months ago -

Six days turned into five, that turned into four, that turned into three, until it got to zero. The day you had tried to ignore for the past week. Your flight wasn't scheduled until the afternoon, so you had plenty of time to pack your baggage. But the morning was rough.

"Coffee or tea?" Jisung asked casually as he stood in front of the counter.

Your lack of answer meant a hundred of things. As he looked up to see you, you were standing in front of the sliding door to the balcony, not moving a bit. He didn't need to ask you what was on your mind, he knew it already. With a loud sigh, he walked up to you and gave you a back-hug as he put his head on your shoulder.

"I'll miss this view." you breathed out. "The water is so pretty."

"It is." he hummed. "I'll make you a tea, okay?" he said and placed a peck on your cheek.

Again, you didn't answer. He let go of you and went ahead with preparing your beverages. Before you noticed time had passed, he was back with a mug that he held out to you. You mouthed a small 'thanks' but didn't take your eyes off the scenery.

"You know we can keep contact, right?" he broke the silence.

You shook your head. "In another life, yes."

It cut right through his heart, you were right. He hated how right you were.

"We could try?"

"Jisung, stop. How would this even work? We get caught once and it'll be enough for us to get disowned." you rationalized. "This sucks, I know, but it's our reality."

"You rather get married off some rich old man?" he joked but it had some truth in it.

"It looks like this is what is waiting for me, yes. Or Chan." you shrugged. "It has been the plan since birth, just like yours to become chairman is."

"I don't want it."

You scoffed. "Yeah, well, do you have a choice? We're stuck in this."

How much he wanted to shut you up and tell you that things could be different. He wanted to beg you to not go back home and run away with him. Your thing lasted barely a month, but it was enough for him to know he wanted you with him, even if it meant to disappoint his family.

"I just wish it was easier."

"I know."

He slowly came closer to you and put his hand on your jaw which made you turn your focus on him. The tears you were holding in were finally streaming down your face as you had eye contact with him. His touch, despite being a simple gesture, made you weak.

"I'm sorry." he almost whispered. "It's my fault we started this while knowing perfectly it couldn't happen."

You nodded slowly. "Yeah, fuck you for that." you chuckled. "I really should have gotten with Felix instead."

He let out a huff. "You're still a pain in the ass."

"Just getting back to my old antics." you shrugged with a smirk appearing through your crying face.

"I see how it is, L/N." he played along. "Is there a way for me to shut that annoying mouth of yours?"

"Just try to make me shut up."

He then kissed you. You started to feel something wet on your cheeks, but it wasn't your own tears. It was him. He was crying. A knot formed in your belly as it started to truly hit how this was the last time you'd be able to kiss him. You hated how easy you fell for him and how cruel the whole situation was. When he backed away, he still leaned his forehead on yours as he plunged his gaze into yours.

"We don't mention this to anyone." he said and you could clearly hear the pain in his voice.

"This never happened." you confirmed.

He gave you a quick peck and let go of you to finish off with packing. You were still standing at the same spot, unable to process fully what was happening. Your mind was elsewhere, too preoccupied with the memories of your vacation with him.

"Can I keep your hoodie?" you blurted out.

He stared at you in confusion. "My big white hoodie? Why?"

"A souvenir I guess?"

His mouth turned into as smile and he grabbed his sweatshirt before throwing it your way. "It looks better on you, anyway."

The way to the airport was silent. In the taxicab, the driver had put some music to fill in the lack of discussion. In a discreet way, Jisung reached his hand out to hold yours and gave it a squeeze. Chills travelled down your body as you fixated your linked fingers. The effect he had on you was insane.

The ride was too quick for your liking as the driver pulled over in front of the airport. He kindly helped the two of you with getting your luggage out of his trunk. Jisung paid him and you were now off to find your flight. Since he had one stop to do for a work meeting in Europe, he wasn't going to be coming back home on the same plane. And so, here came the grand moment you had both dreaded for.

He straightened up his posture to face you properly and an emotionless expression took over. Still, you could tell how much he hated acting like this. You put on the same façade and bowed at him respectfully. You didn't want to take the risk of getting caught by someone.

"I sure hope you have a safe flight, Han."

"I hope the same for you, L/N."

Calling each other like this used to feel normal, but it had become such a foreign thing to do. It felt wrong, impersonal, almost mean. It was weird.

"I'll see you around." you nodded your head at him.

With a hum, he passed by next to you closely to head towards the gate he needed to be at. Even if people would see it as him bumping into you intentionally, he still took the time to briefly catch your hand. You felt something cold land into it. Before you could question him about it, he was already far as he walked quickly away from you. You looked at your hand and saw something shiny dangle. Bringing it close to your face, you saw what he had dropped.

It was a simple golden chain accessorized with a charm: a rose.

ten. - now -

Your father had sent a limousine to come pick you up. Of course, you had to have a grand entrance at the ceremony. There would be journalists and cameras, and so it was primordial for you to be looking at your very best. Jeongin helped you get in the car like a gentleman. You would have asked him to come with you, but the guy did deserve a break. He kissed your cheek goodbye and wished you an enjoyable evening.

When your limousine arrived in front of the convention center, you could already see cameras flashes and microphones being held out towards your direction. Taking a deep breath, your door opened as your driver offered his hand to help you out. You put on a fake smile for the pictures but denied any kind of interviews. You were not in the mood for that. As you entered the building, you were impressed by how Chan's team had decorated the place. It was very formal but it still had a hint of comfort. Before you knew it, your father had spotted you. Welcoming you with arms open, he gave you a small hug.

"Y/N, my dear, I am happy you made it here safely." he grinned. "I would love to present you to someone."

You deadpanned at him. "Another of your potential suitors for me?"

"He is young and vibrant. An excellent businessman for his age, I shall mention."

As you grumbled under your breath in annoyance, your father brought you over to a group of men, all of them wearing a tuxedo. They all looked the same...

Then, you caught a glimpse of a man who was visibly younger than most of them. He stood closely to who you assumed to be his parents as he bowed instinctively to the others. Upon seeing your father, he smiled politely.

"Mr. L/N." he bowed.

"Hi, Mr. Hwang." your father beamed at him. "I found my daughter that I wanted to introduce you to."

You shut your eyes in internal pain. He really had to present you like you were some kind of product to sell? You never liked being your father's pet, even less now that he just wanted to marry you off someone wealthy.

"A pleasure to meet you." Mr. Hwang nodded his head at you. "I'm Hyunjin."

"Nice to meet you." you replied back with a bow. "I believe I saw you in a publicity recently, no?"

He laughed embarrassingly. "Right, I'm a model."

Ah. He was one of those guys.

"I assume you were invited to help with Mr. Bang's publicity team."

"Exactly." he confirmed. "You know the business well."

"I actually am about to become CEO of L/N Corporation."

He bowed again. "I apologize, I really didn't mean it like that, I was simply trying to make the conversation."

You knew he was being honest, he seemed too clueless of a man to be saying such things intentionally. Maybe models weren't as bad as you thought.

"It's okay, really." you chuckled. "Have you met Mr. Bang yet?" He shook his head. "He's a close friend of mine. I can present you to him."

His eyes went wide. "Really?"

His mother nudged his arm for being informal and he coughed shyly as he apologized.

"It's fine, really. Come, I'll introduce you."

You took his hand in yours and led him towards Chan who had a drink with some of his colleagues. He noticed you were approaching him and excused himself to come give you a big hug.

"Well, aren't you pretty today? It's good that you look pleasing to the eye once in a while." he joked.

"Thank you, Chan, really." you grumbled. "Anyway, I wanted you to meet Hwang Hyunjin."

The latter bowed politely to your friend. "Good evening, Mr. Bang. I don't know if you remember me, but I did appear in one of your promotion videos once."

Chan shifted to his professional role and nodded as Hyunjin spoke. "I remember. I even asked one of the leading directors to contact you again."

"Really? I haven't heard from them."

You left them at it and walked back to your father who had ended up flirting with one of the ladies from the Bang's engineer team. You understood that he might need someone ever since your mom left, but did he really have to do it during an event like this?"

"Father." you interrupted him and he glared at you.

"Aren't you with Mr. Hwang?"

"I offered to introduce him to Mr. Bang."

He sighed in disappointment. "Alright, maybe Hwang wasn't the right fit." He put his hand on your back and started to walk closer to the bar. "I have someone else I want you to meet."

"Yay." you said in a bored tone. "I think I can pass for this one-"

"Mr. Lee!" you father called out. "May I present to you my daughter."

Mr. Lee turned around at the mention of his name and his eyes fell upon your figure. Immediately, the both of you stared back at each other in pure shock.

"Y/N!" he exclaimed.

"Felix!" you said in the same tone of voice.

He pulled you into a tight hug, leaving your poor father in confusion. "You know each other..." he trailed off.

"Mr. L/N, I met your daughter during her vacation last year."

You dad nodded his head slowly. "I see. I will leave you two reconnect. Call me if you need anything." he said as he put his hand on your shoulder for a brief moment.

As he walked away from you two, you exchanged laughs. "What a coincidence! How is it that you are here and not in Australia?" you questioned him while he offered you a glass of champagne.

"I'm here to do business with Chan. I didn't know you were familiar with him."

"We are literally best friends." you chuckled. "How do you know him?"

"I'm sure he told you he grew up in Australia." You nodded. "We used to be neighbours."

"Wow." you let out in a breath. "Such a small world, uh?"

"It is." he laughed. "Your father is quite a persona. He was bragging about you for a solid ten minutes earlier."

"Oh gosh." you said while hiding your face in embarrassment.

"Yeah, he wasn't being very subtle about his intentions. Let me reassure you right away, I won't ask you to marry me. We already established how we feel about that last year."

You smiled at him. "Thank you, Felix. I'm glad I don't have Chan as my only friend tonight."

He shrugged. "There is Han too." he pointed to nowhere in particular. "I saw him earlier."

You huffed in disgust. "I don't intend to speak with him."

He gave you a soft smile. "Quit it, Y/N. I know about you two."

Your eyes grew bigger and you nudged his arm. "Say it louder... How the hell do you know?"

"Jisung isn't so good with handling these kinds of things on his own. Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone and I think I'm the only one who's aware of what happened."

You were going to snap at Jisung, that was for sure.

"Great..." you muttered under your breath.

"You do realize how in love he is with you, right?" he asked before taking a sip of his champagne.

"Yes, I'm well aware of it. It can't happen, though. There is too much to risk if it gets out in the news."

"Did you know he refused to take his father's spot?"

You almost choked on your drink. You were certain to have heard correctly back in Chan's office that he did, in fact, get the position. What was Felix even saying?

"He did what now?"

Felix couldn't answer. Your dear best friend had to interrupt your conversation as he took the spot on stage with a microphone. He started to thank the guests for coming and explained the purpose of this gathering. You were not listening one bit. Instead, your eyes wandered around the crowd as you tried to find the one man who had taken such a huge part of your life. Then, you spotted him. Close to the stage, he was next to his father as he was listening attentively to Chan. He looked extremely good, and he was matching you. Dressed in a burgundy red suit with a tie of the same colour, you wanted to curse Jeongin for having chosen your dress. He surely knew Jisung was going to wear something similar. It was as if he knew you were staring when his own gaze found yours. He sent a quick smile your way, one so darn adorable that it could make you melt, and turned his attention back to Chan. You needed to speak with him, and fast.

The second after Chan finished his speech, you excused yourself to Felix and went straight ahead towards Jisung. The latter had left his family and was looking at the pamphlet of the new Bang inc. projects instead. He didn't even see you arrive until you grabbed him by the arm harshly, dragging him behind as you headed towards a random hallway where you could discuss privately. He started to let out incoherent complaints but you ignored him. You soon found an empty conference room and shoved him inside, not forgetting to lock the door behind you and close the curtains.

"Y/N, the fuck?" he exclaimed.

"I could ask you the same." you said angrily, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

You saw him stare up and down at you. He really had the guts to check you out while you were beyond furious with him.

"Han Jisung." you yelled out sternly and he jumped a little.

"What is it?" he asked innocently.

"Why am I hearing that you refused your position as chairman of Han technologies?"

Oh. It suddenly clicked in his mind. He had planned to tell you himself, but things didn't go his way.

"I'm resigning from the company."

You stared at him blankly. "Sorry, what?" you asked, completely bewildered by his statement.

"I refused to sign the contract this morning and I'm getting off duties by the end of the month." he said calmly. "It was too much for me."

You shook your head in disbelief. "You can't do that. Jisung, we talked about this before. This is your whole career, why did you-" you cut yourself off, too shaken up by his announcement. "Have you thought this out?"

"I did." he said with an elongated breath. "My dad discovered my music not so long ago and we argued a bit about it."

"Why didn't you tell me this?"

He ignored your question. "He ended up being quite okay with it. He said he didn't realize how much pressure he was putting on me and that I could do what I want as long as it pays off my bills. Plus, he said I could always come back if it doesn't work." he shrugged.

"Wow." was the the only thing you could say. "He really said that?"

He laughed. "Not exactly, my mom is the one I have to thank for that, she talked him through it."

"Makes more sense." you hummed.

"I also told them about you."

Now, you really wanted to punch him in the balls right there and then.

"Just like you told Felix?" you huffed.

"And Chan... and Jeongin..." he saw how you were about to beat the shit out of him and he held up his hands in defense. "They figured it out by themselves, I simply confirmed their suspicions."

You rolled your eyes. "Is this why he bought me this dress to be matching with you?"

He smirked and nodded proudly. You sighed in disbelief and sat down on one of the chairs, gesturing for him to continue.

"I think you know it by now, but I'm so hopelessly in love with you."

You grunted, absolutely enraged by his behaviour. You could simply not believe how dumb of him it was to give up such an opportunity, and then tell your friends about your mistake of the previous year. And now, he really had to top it all with declaring his love for you?

"You keep being fucking unrealistic with this whole thing." you said, shaking your head in disapproval. "We have decades of rivalry between us, we were only being stupid with what we did."

He scoffed. "So last year meant nothing to you?"

"What I'm saying is that it was something that shouldn't have happened. I wanted to put a stop to it tonight." you affirmed but he didn't seem convinced.

"You're wearing the necklace." he pointed to the rose charm hanging around your neck.

You shrugged. "It was going well with the dress, that's all."

"It does, and you simply look stunning tonight." he said as he walked closer to you.

You stood up to come face to face with him. "Don't dodge the subject with your flirts, Han."

"What is stopping us, really? A career? I've already given up mine and I know for a fact that you hate your job." he said softly, getting more and more close to you.

"Our families-" you started but he interrupted you with a laugh.

"You hate your dad and I've talked to mine already. It's okay."

He hesitated, but reached his hand up to your face. By then, you didn't even know how to breathe anymore. It was the first time he touched you so intimately since that moment in the taxicab. It was as electrifying as you remembered.

"Please tell me you feel the same." he said in a whisper. "There was not a single moment where I didn't regret not trying to convince to run away with me."

"Jisung..." you breathed out.

"I won't force you into anything. If wanting to put an end to this is what you want, we'll do just that. I won't say I didn't try at least."

Your faces were millimeters apart. It was a question of time before he was going to kiss you. But you backed away.

"We can't."

And just like that, you ran away from him, leaving him alone in the room. You didn't know exactly why you did so. No matter what the reason was, you just wanted to go home. The rollercoaster he caused was too much to bear with. You didn't even say bye to Chan and you left.

The driver was still in the street, so you called him out and asked him to bring you home. He did look at you suspiciously, but obliged nonetheless. Before you knew it, you were at your front porch and the driver left you alone. You sat down, not even trying to keep your dress clean, and you cried. You weren't sad nor happy, just confused. It was a few minutes after when Jeongin joined you and engulfed you in a hug. He didn't ask what happened, but he just knew you needed someone for you at least.

"I should have said congratulations to Chan at least." you finally spoke and Jeongin allowed himself to let out a small chuckle.

"He knows you're proud of him already."

"Yeah, but it's still shitty of me." you sobbed. "And, Innie, I fucked up so bad..."

"You dumped him there, didn't you?"

Damn, this kid was good at guessing. But he did know most things about you so it was only natural he got you right on that.

"I don't even know why..." you groaned as more tears came out. "He's so... ugh, and I'm like... meh."

He cocked his head to the side, unsure if he understood what you meant. "That's a way to put it I guess?"

"I meant that he just does so much for our... whatever we have, to work out and I'm being a bitch by ditching him."

He smiled awkwardly. "I can't say you're wrong with this one."

"And what am I even going to do if this turns out to be a fiasco? I'll get fired, my dad will disown me, and I'll live off an underground musician's income?"

Jeongin winced at your reflection. "You're overthinking now..."

"I know." you grunted. "It's just... What do I do?"

You turned to look at him properly and noticed how discouraged he seemed to be with you. As you thought, he gave you a look.

"What?" you sighed.

"You know what to do, Y/N. You're just afraid." he explained but you didn't quite get it. "You've been this perfect daughter for years and you're scared of change."

"I mean, aren't we all?"

"Some are more daring than others, just like Han dared to confront his parents because he loves you."

As realization slowly crept in your mind, you buried yourself in your arms. Why did you have to be such an ass to him?

"You're saying I should go back and say I want him too?" you mumbled.

"Essentially, yeah. But like I said, you do you." he said as he patted your back. "No matter what you do, I'm sure Han will understand."

"Do you mind driving me back?" you said as you shot your head up, pouting at him.

He deadpanned at you. "You came all the way back here just to go back?"

"Yeah?" you chuckled embarrassingly.

"Alright, but go clean up your face. Your mascara didn't hold up right."

A few minutes later, you were in Jeongin's car as he drove you back to the convention center. To not cause a fuss, he went all around to the back of the building so you could walk in more discreetly.

"What if he left too?" you said in panic as you were about to leave the vehicle.

"Jeez, Y/N, just go!" he rushed you out.

You entered and arrived in an empty hallway, not creepy at all. Still, you could hear the chatter coming from the main event so you simply followed it. On your way, you came to the washrooms and heard moaning from there.

"Gross." you mumbled to yourself.

Moving on, you started to get more familiar to your surroundings when you saw the room where you had left Jisung earlier. Only now, the door was open and the lights turned off which meant he had gone back to the party probably. You finally arrived to the main room and noticed that Chan was just done with introducing his new line of products. You clapped along with the crowd and cheered loudly. He recognized your voice as he immediately moved his eyes to where you were standing. With a large grin, he thanked the audience once more and came down to crush you in a hug.

"How did I do?" he asked.

"Great..." you trailed off and he gave you a look.

"You didn't watch, right?"

"I'm sorry, Chan." you chuckled. "I... kind of ran away?"

He rolled his eyes. "Han Jisung?"

"Why the hell is everyone aware of my business?" you whined.

"He came to talk to me after you left. He's alone at the bar if you are looking for him." he laughed. "Go get your man, bestie." he said jokingly.

"I'll have to talk to you after we sort this out." you said in a warning voice before leaving to go to the bar.

When you finally got to him, you kept a distance to observe what state he was in. Hair disheveled, tie loosened, he was mixing his margarita with a straw and started blankly in the void. You felt bad, even worse than you expected.

"I would have never thought of you as one for the margaritas." you spoke up.

At the sound of your voice, he looked around in confusion until he noticed you were standing behind him. He shook his head as a chuckle left his mouth.

"Are you quoting me now?"

You took the spot next to him and stole the drink from his grip. "Perhaps I am." you shrugged and then took a sip of the drink. "I like the ones from the island better."

"So picky." he huffed. "I'm sorry for being so bold earlier."

You shook your head violently. "Stop, I'm the one at fault."

He tilted his head from side to side. "Not really. I can't blame you for not wanting the same thing as me."

"But that's the thing..." you said before taking a deep breath. "I want the same thing as you."

He stared at you for a moment. The lack of response on his part quite frightened you. After a bit, he finally moved as he placed his hand on your forehead.

"Are you okay?"

Frowning, you looked at him, perplexed. "I am..."

He retrieved his hand away. "You're being for real? Don't give me false hope, I swear I'll axe you if you do so."

You laughed. "I'm serious. Look, Jisung, I haven't been fair to you."

He shook his head as he took your face by the jaw. "Don't say that."

"You know I'm right. I led you on, kept denying your attention and I literally ran away from you." you listed out. "I think I'm in love with you too. I was just stupid enough to never admit it to myself."

You had never seen him smile this much. "You're fucking stubborn, yeah." he grinned. "But I love that about you. Plus, playing hard to get is quite attractive."

You scoffed. "Fuck off, I'll go back to Felix."

You were about to walk away but he grabbed you by the wrist to stop you. Gently, he pulled you closer by the neck and kissed you. He. Kissed. You. In front of literally everyone. You heard gasps of shock, but surprisingly, you didn't care. All that mattered was that you had your lips on Jisung again. The butterflies you had suppressed for months had come back at an overwhelming level but you were happy.

"Y/N L/N!" you heard your father yell.

Separating yourself from Jisung, you rolled your eyes as you came face to face with a furious man.

"Hey." you smiled in an exaggerated manner.

"You've got a lot of explaining to do, young lady. I made sure during your whole life you'd be ready to take over my place, and you're pulling this show tonight?"

You let out a groan. "Really? A show? I get you have built a reputation and shit for years, but for what? Really, come to think of it, this whole rivalry thing is ridiculous. Yeah, sure, they sued us, but heck, we got over it."

He huffed in disbelief. "It had to be a Han, uh?"

Dropping your shoulders, you didn't even know what to say anymore. "He's not like that. You know what? I don't even know why I'm fighting you over this." you started to get annoyed.

"It's okay, Y/N-" Jisung started, but you went off again which interrupted him.

"No, Jisung, this is not okay. I've done literally everything to go according to this man's expectations and I can't even be happy for one moment?"

By then, more people had gathered around the scene. Some of them whispered among themselves, others just watched in pure shock. Then, Jisung's parents arrived and stood next to your dad. This was going so well...

"You two are okay with this?" you father asked the Han.

Jisung's mother simply shrugged. "I mean, she seems to make our son happy." she said in a small voice making your father turn to Mr. Han to incite him to speak his thoughts out.

He did the same as his wife, not sure on what to answer. "I'd have to say, Mr. L/N, that your daughter is quite a remarkable woman. I think our son is in good hands."

"I agree." you heard Chan speak up somewhere in the crowd. You finally spotted him and sent him a look as to ask what he was doing. "I think it is time to tone down the hard feelings in my opinion, Mr. L/N." he patted your father's back.

"Chan-" Jisung started but the glare he received from him shut him up real quick.

"I think this is a good way to put an end to this competition between your families, no? Anyhow, I think they make a fine couple." he continued and then held his glass up. "How about we go on with our evening?"

Chan had power, which meant everyone were taking his opinion into consideration. If he said something was fine, it meant it was fine. If he wanted to move on from something, then people moved on. This was exactly what happened. As the mass of people dispersed themselves, you saw your dad walk further away with Jisung's parents, seemingly discussing about what they just saw. As for Chan, he joined the pair of you.

"That's quite a show stealer you put up just now." he laughed.

"Thank you, Chan." you said sincerely.

Jisung rubbed your back gently as he nodded with you. "Yeah, thank you for that."

Chan shrugged. "I'm rooting for you two, but don't put yourselves in trouble too much because I can't save you all the time."

"We won't." Jisung said as he looked at you. "I think we can manage from now."

eleven. - epilogue -

"Time's up."

Looking up from your laptop, you had daggers in your eyes as you stared at Jisung through your glasses. He was already fully dressed with black pants and a beige coat as he tapped his foot on the floor in an impatient way.

"I'm almost done." you said as you focused back on your screen.

He let out a groan. "Y/N, love."

"It won't take long." you argued, not taking your eyes off as you typed aggressively on your keyboard.

"You said the same thing ten minutes ago and we have a flight in..." he checked the time on his phone. "two hours now." he deadpanned at you.

"I just have to send this to Chan real quick."

"Exactly, it's Chan so no pressure."

He came to your dining table and snatched your computer away from you. While you reached out to get it back, he saved your file and closed it off before putting it in his bag.

"Han Jisung." you said in a stern voice.

"Thank me later, baby." he kissed your cheek but you refused to fall for it.

"I have to send it over."

"I know, love, but Jeongin had this handled, no? Just trust him on this one."

Still pouting, you took your coat and put it on before grabbing your luggage. "I shouldn't have agreed to go on this stupid trip."

"Don't be like this, you love seeing Felix." he snickered.

"I don't mind going to Australia." you argued as you approached the front door of your house. "I mind not getting my work done in time."

"Love, you're literally weeks ahead for everything." he sighed loudly.

You walked to your car and started to load it with your bags. While Jisung went back inside to get more of your belongings, you received a call. Putting the phone between your ear and your shoulder, you answered.

"What's up, Hyunjin?" you said cheerfully.

"Someone's in a good mood." he laughed. "I take it that you're leaving soon?"

"Yeah, we're about to go to the airport. How is it there?"

"I love it, really. Felix rented a house for us so we can all stay together." he said excitedly. "I was calling to ask you something about the report you filled out this morning, actually."

You frowned. "What about it?"

"Why didn't you mark Jisung's name? For the collaborator, I mean."

You grunted. "Shit, I totally forgot. I'm sorry, I'm still not used to him being back in the business."

"All good." he chuckled. "Though I need it by the end of the week. Otherwise, my application can be denied."

"I know, I'll do it as soon as I get there."

Jisung looked at you curiously as he stood next to the car with the door opened, waiting for you to be done.

"No stress." Hyunjin answered.

"I have to go now, but I can't wait to see you two!"

"See you in a few hours!"

Hanging up, you and Jisung got in the car and he drove away from your house. As you hummed along the music, you suddenly remembered something. Turning the volume down, you looked at your fiancé in panic.

"Tell me you locked the door."

He rolled his eyes. "I did, stop being so stressed."

"I'm sorry, jeez." you said in a defensive tone.

"This trip is for us to take a break from work, just like the good old days. Relax a little, can you do that for me?"

You absolutely hated it when he used his soft loving tone. You could simply not resist it. With a sigh, you nodded your head and you grabbed his hand that was hanging between your two seats.

"You're right."

He smiled and started to play with your hand, fiddling with your engagement ring. "Plus, we get to visit the venue for the wedding." he said before kissing your hand.

"Felix better had chosen a good spot." you huffed.

"If you don't like it, we can visit some more." he shrugged.

You shook your head as a no. "I just want a place to marry you."

"You're sweet, baby, but I don't want to get married in a wrecked place." he laughed.

"Fair enough."

You said that, but in all honesty, you just wanted to marry him right away. Him. The man you believed to hate until he turned your world upside down. The man who was ready to give up everything just to be with you. If this is not husband material, you don't know what it is. But one thing for sure, you wanted to be with him for the rest of your life.

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Mamma mia, here I go again {pt5}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: talk of pregnancy, mentions of a past relationship, Mark being a dick Word count: 2.5k Taglist: @ashy-kit @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife-simpaccount @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @szobosz @vellicora

Part 5 of the Mamma Mia series

Despite the fact that you had just had the summer break, not having a race weekend after Monza comes as a welcome breather. It allows you to catch up on tasks you had been neglecting. You finally managed to clean your flat and had just finished the last load of laundry that morning. It also allowed you time to finally schedule an appointment with a clinic to get a scan done. It had felt surreal, getting the black and white confirmation of the pregnancy. You’re still not sure if having a baby is the smartest move right now, but the relief you felt when you saw that the pregnancy was where it’s supposed to be and the heartbeat left you feeling even more confused about the whole situation. Trying your hardest to push all of that to the side, you change into your workout clothes and roll out your yoga mat. At this point you just need 15 minutes of not thinking about anything and you had found yoga to be a great help. As you centre yourself, focussing on your body and breathing through the poses, you begin to feel calmer. Taking another deep breath, you move into the next pose. The calm energy is rudely interrupted by your phone ringing. For a second you consider just letting it go to voicemail but the sound of the phone buzzing on the table is too much of a distraction to ignore. Huffing in annoyance, you get up from the floor.

“Hello?” 

“Hello to you too, sweetheart. Am I interrupting something?” 

“Yes, my workout,” you retort, rolling your eyes at Mark’s tone.

“Mm, if you need a hand let me know,” he says and you can just picture the look on his face. Smug son of a bitch.

“For fuck’s sake..” you mutter, “Get to the point or I’m hanging up.” 

“Oh sweetheart, I’m only teasing.” 

“Mark, I’m not doing this. Again, get to the point or I will hang up,” you reply.

“RIght, yes. I’m in your neck of the woods this week for some meetings and I was wondering whether you’d like to come over for dinner on Thursday? I know typically you’d take a girl out on a date, but I think there’s a few things that have gone left unsaid for far too long.” 

“I-.. I’d like that very much, Mark.” Despite his constant flirting, you’re grateful that he offers the both of you an opportunity to talk.

“I can pick you up if you want or you can drive so you have an out if you need it. I don’t-.. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You can hear the sincerity in his voice and it breaks your heart a little bit that this is what is left of the relationship you once had with him. 

“Thanks Mark, I don’t mind driving. Not because of the reasons you named, but I don’t want to inconvenience you by having to drive this way twice. Just text me the address and a time and I’ll be there.” Your phone buzzes against your face, indicating you have received a new message.

“You should have it now. Okay, I’ll let you get back to your workout.” You both say your goodbyes before hanging up. You put the phone down on the table and stare out of the windows in your living room, lost in memories. 

Mark and you met in 2012, while he still drove in Formula 1. You had just graduated university with a degree in Mathematics and Engineering, and your thesis had somehow made its way to the desk of Christian Horner. And so, there you were: 23 years old and bright eyed, using the tool you had developed for your thesis to analyse simulator data and translating that into adjustments needed to the set up of the car to extract its maximum potential. While you mainly worked on Sebastian’s side of the garage, you often bumped into Mark during race weekends, always ready with a comment that should’ve gotten him written up. Mark was everything you needed in a man at that point in your life and it felt so good to feel wanted, to feel desired. And then 2013 happened. 

You have to physically shake your head to stop going down that rabbit hole, only now noticing how hard you’re gripping the back of a chair. Exhaling deeply, you let go, flexing your fingers to get rid of the tension. Despite knowing you need to have this conversation before either of you can even think about second chances, you’re not looking forward to reliving how it all fell apart. 

+

Thursday approaches a lot faster than you had anticipated, work keeping you busy even if there wasn’t a race. Having already showered, you’re now standing in front of your wardrobe trying to decide on what to wear. The old you would have gone for something frilly and short. Mark loved seeing you in these tiny summer dresses, and you loved how his hand felt on your bare thigh, allowing him to easily slide up under your dress while you were out for team dinners and tease you mercilessly. Chewing your bottom lip, you peruse your options. Despite it being September, it’s still a balmy 22 ℃ although it will probably cool off during the course of the evening. Feeling the need to reclaim a part of you that Mark stole from you, you decide to go for a dress. Even if you no longer wear those short, cutesy dresses, you still love how dresses make you feel. There’s a femininity that you sometimes feel out of sync with because of your job. It feels empowering, dressing up in a world built for men. Your eyes fall on a recent purchase –a flowy midi length dress in a gorgeous burnt orange. Slipping it on, you brush your fingers over the soft linen fabric, admiring the way the gold buttons catch the sunlight. It’s casual enough for tonight, but it gives you that little boost of confidence that you know you will need to make it through Mark’s relentless flirting. Closing the door of your wardrobe, you slip on a pair of sandals and grab your purse before heading out. 

It turns out that Mark lives a lot closer to you than you had expected when you first looked at the address he sent you. You park the car on the paved driveway in front of the detached house in the outskirts of Oxford, taking in its grandeur. You remember Mark telling you about how his family would come over for the holidays sometimes and so the extra bedrooms make sense. As you slam your door shut, you spot Mark in the door opening.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greets you and you let him pull you into a hug.

“Hey,” you reply softly, following him inside. Mark leads you to a large open kitchen-dining space before offering you something to drink. 

“Wasn’t sure whether you’d want to eat outside or not,” Mark says as he hands you a glass.

“Might as well make the most of this warm weather,” you reply with a smile. Mark returns your smile and takes you outside through the large French doors in the kitchen. 

“Dinner’s almost ready. Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll join you in a moment.” 

You do as he asks, taking in the landscaping from your spot on the patio. It doesn’t take long for Mark to start bringing out the dishes, refusing your help. 

“I might’ve gone a little overboard,” he admits sheepishly as he brings out the final dish. The grilled asparagus should’ve been a giveaway, but you can’t help but feel touched when Mark places a lamb roast on the table.

“I can’t believe you remembered,” you say, throat closing with tears.

“How could I forget? It’s not every day you find a pretty girl crying quietly in the corner of the garage after a race –which we won by the way– because she missed her nan’s Sunday roast. She always made lamb, right?” Mark says. You nod and try to swallow back tears.

“Thanks Mark, this-.. This means a lot to me,” you whisper. Mark smiles softly and gives your hand a squeeze. 

During dinner, the conversation mainly revolves around catching up. Mark tells you all about managing McLaren’s rookie driver and how he’s finding it to work at Channel 4 with David. You update him on your appointment, showing the little sonogram picture. 

“So everything’s okay with the baby?” he asks, an anxious look in his eyes.

“Uhu, so far so good. They estimated that I’m about 7 weeks along now.” Mark looks back down at the picture on your phone, a large finger tracing it gently as he smiles. Seeing him so enamoured by the tiny blob on the sonogram brings up a mix of emotions for you; it warms your heart to see him like this, but it also terrifies you that those feelings for him never went away and how easy it is to fall back in step with him. 

“You’d look so hot in those maternity dresses,” Mark comments, his tone flirtatious, “You always look hot in a dress. I still dream about that pink one with the hearts you wore to dinner after Silverstone. You looked so innocent in that dress, but we both knew you were anything but.” 

And then he goes and says shit like that, and it all comes tumbling down like a house of cards. 

“I no longer dress for you, Mark. You lost that privilege a long time ago,” you retort, voice even but there’s an edge to it. You remember the dress he is talking about, remember what he is referring to. Before your food even arrived at the table, Mark had dragged you into the bathroom. He had made some comment about how pretty you looked but how you’d look even prettier on your knees with your mouth wrapped around his cock, and so that’s what you did. That was how your relationship worked: Mark would make a suggestive comment and you would obey without a second thought. Of course he always made sure he took care of you; he was the one who helped you discover you could experience multiple orgasms, would always clean you up afterwards and run you a bath. But despite all this, he always took what he wanted from you first. You wish you could have protected your younger self against the heartbreak that was headed your way, against the feeling of being lost at sea after Mark left you alone in that hotel room with nothing more than the remnants of his fingerprints on your skin. After the dust had settled, you had promised yourself never again; you would never allow yourself to be in that position again. 

“I’m sorry,” Mark says, breaking you from your spiralling thoughts, “for- I’m sorry for how it all went down, how I treated you. You deserved so much better than that,” he adds, referring to the note he left you after that final race in Brazil. 

“Why did you leave me?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Because I couldn’t drag you into my mess. You had your entire career still ahead of you while I needed to get out. That last season was a shitshow, despite the fact that Seb won the Driver’s and RedBull the Constructor’s. I was sick and tired of how the team favoured Seb. I had nothing left to give..” 

“You shut me out, I thought we were in it together.. Or was I just a means to get back at Sebastian?” It’s impossible to not sound bitter, hurt evident in your tone.

“No, Jesus, no sweetheart. You know it started out as a way to annoy him, but my feelings for you were genuine; I loved you, and in many ways still do.” Regret is written all over his face when your eyes meet his. You know your relationship back then was complicated. Of course there was the age gap –Mark is a good 13 years older than you– which somehow trickled into the bedroom where he showed you things that made your previous boyfriends look like clueless little boys by comparison. And as every naive 20-something-year-old with daddy issues would have done, you fell head over heels in love with him, giving him your heart and your body. 

“You broke a piece of me that day that I might not ever get back,” you whisper.

“And I will spend the rest of my life regretting the way I handled things. You’re right, I should’ve been open and honest with you instead of walking out on us,” Mark says, taking your hand in his.

“I’ve spent ten years avoiding you. The ghost of you haunted me in that garage and so when Mercedes called, I took it with both hands. I was a mess those first years, somehow still hoping you’d come back for me. And then it became painfully clear you weren’t and I mourned the loss of you all over again. I hated you for what you did to me, hated myself even more for ever allowing you to get close enough to hurt me, for still being in love with you despite it all. The last ten years I’ve spent building up walls so I wouldn’t have to feel like that version of me again, and look where that’s gotten me.” You laugh humorlessly, biting your lip to stop the tears from falling. “I have become the very definition of a cliche, entangled in a love square and too scared to let any of them in.” 

Before you really know what’s happening, Mark pulls you out of your seat and into his lap. Your legs dangle over the arm of the chair and you bury your face in the crook of his neck. 

“I need you to listen carefully, okay sweetheart? If anyone deserves to take the blame for what happened, it’s me. And if you’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how worthy of love you are. I know all three of us will. You might have a hard time letting us in right now, but baby you need to know that we’re all in if you are. You are worth waiting for.” You take a deep breath, inhaling his cologne. The scent of it helps to calm you down, it reminding you of the lazy mornings spent in bed cuddling. 

“You’re the second person to tell me that,” you mumble as you look up at him. Mark smiles, brushing away your tears with his thumb and cradles your cheek in his palm.

“Then it must be true.” 

You smile back at him, albeit timidly and snuggle into him once more. Alice’s words from a week prior echo in your head. “Keeping your heart shut like this, it’s safe but also lonely.” You’re beginning to wonder whether the cost has been far greater than the benefits of keeping romance at bay. Doing so hurt a good man; had you been able to allow Kevin in completely, you know he would have made you feel safe and loved. You also know Kevin deserves better –hell, you deserve better, but knowing and doing are two very different things, and right now you’re not sure if you’ll ever be ready for this level of love –from any of them.  

Welp, there you have it. Date no.2 🙊

Again, a massive thank you to @curiousthyme and @szobosz for being my beta readers for this chapter, and a shoutout to @monzamash for helping me with figuring out the details for this date

Please feel free to let let me know what you think; your comments, tags and likes mean the absolute world to me 💜

I'm gonna take the holidays off from posting this fic to just relax (and maybe get some more writing done, who knows?), so the last date will be posted in the new year on the 6th. Wishing you all a merry Christmas and all the best for the new year!

#f1 fanfic #kevin magnussen x reader #kevin magnussen x you #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #mark webber x reader #mark webber x you #mamma mia fic

[bazthefirstborn]

Would you be up for writing some headcanons for some of the more ‘submissive and breedable’ Genshin men Like Venti and Gorou with a dom male reader?

a/n: yes. yes i would.

ps: every man is submissive and breedable if ur me but I'll do the common ones ig

SUB GENSHIN MEN x DOM MALE READER HC'S

GOROU:

dogboy. need I say more.

hold onto his tail when you're taking him from behind plsplspls he will die

give him a little collar and he will wear it everywhere. like, eeeeeverywhere.

sit next to him during a strategy meeting with Kokomi and the other generals and just mess with his tail and his thighs

he will literally go so red the second you start touching him, the more you do it the louder he will eventually get, mostly whimpers and stuff yk

mmmmmm fucking gorou on the lawn of the training grounds or around the base when people are gone and tell him to be quiet so he won't get caught he will cum so fast

loves being close to you all the time so cockwarming is HUGE he will get so needy

mating press. breed him. force him to take your cum over and over again in his heats.

he will literally pounce on you in heat, he doesn't care where he is or when he just s wants to be bred like a good little whore

VENTI:

lil bard boi :)))))) he has a size kink. prove me wrong I'll wait

if you're taller than him and bigger than him ;) he will literally worship you

little bit bratty, but you can fix that

l o v e s seeing his belly bulge from your cock like OOOH BOY

plz pull his hair a little

praise him for everything plz if u don't he will cry

but also degrade him for being a shitty god that only likes to get drunk he loves it

use him and make him cry from pleasure

have him suck you off and tell him how small he is and that he can't take you all the way

just fuck his face. he will cum.

AETHER:

leave little hickies on his stomach just out of sight of his outfit so if it moves people will see them he loves the idea of knowing he's yours

mark this man's thighs please oml

they're so sensitive if u use his thighs to get off he will just short circuit

great punishment idea: tell him you're going to fuck him and ask him to push his legs together and just fuck his thighs instead of his ass he will cum untouched bc of how sensitive his thighs are

lives to please you so please focus on him and take it slow when he's stressed he will be so thankful please be nice to him he is the goodest boy

THOMA:

look at this man and tell me he wouldn't like free use. I'll wait.

always so prim and prepped for you, literally has a plug in all day and it keeps him so horny while he's doing chores just so he can please you

have him suck you off and cum all over his face he will cum after seeing it

or, better yet, fuck his tits. have him hold them together and keep your cock just put of reach of his tongue. it's torture for him to not be able to taste you

bend him over literally anywhere in your house.

let's say you get home from whatever job you have after Thoma has been sending you naughty pictures all day, so when you get home, you fuck him over the kitchen counter while he's trying to cook

likes taking showers or baths together afterwards

he literally worships you, his master, for literally anything, even in public

he is so so so in love with you and everyone knows it at this point

end note: yayayay plz request things it makes me so happy when people read my stuff, please request anything, as long as it's in the rules, I will write it. thanks for all the support!!!!!

#dom male reader #dom reader #genshin impact #dom! reader #genshin x reader #sub genshin #sub character #sub genshin impact #sub! genshin #sub!genshin #sub aether #sub gorou #sub thoma #sub venti #dom!reader #bazisonline

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

His Whole Heart

pairing: kaz brekker x reader

genre: fluff

Sat in the library surrounded by books and papers, a pencil held between her fingers, as she bit her thumb nail in concentration. Y/N flipped through a few books taking notes and marking pages as she read. She reached for her cup of tea and brought it to her lips, only to find it empty. Groaning, she stretched and started packing her bag before quickly making her way back to her dorm. 

As she walked through the halls she heard students whispering to each other “Have you heard?” “Everyone just has to know by now.” “I wonder what he did.” She paused next to a group of younger students, “I’m sorry… I couldn’t help but overhear. Um, who were you talking about?” A young girl handed her a paper, “His wanted posters are all over town.” Y/N looked down and the face she saw made her heart sink. “Thank you so much. Have a good rest of your evening.” She continued her way back to her dorm and sighed. Oh Kaz… What did you do now? 

~

Kaz sat in the tomb staring at the wall, deep in thought. He missed Y/N so much, but he knows he can’t go see her now. His face is everywhere. Someone would be bound to notice him at the university and report him. But he needed to see her so badly, she was his whole heart. After being together for almost two years but being friends for much longer, she became his source of comfort. 

He put himself and the rest of his crew in the situation. Not directly of course, and he knew that. But he still felt responsible. He looked around the tomb at Nina, Inej, Jesper, Wylan, and Matthias. Their lives were in his hands and he could feel himself starting to crack under the stress, but he’s the bastard of the barrel and he knew how to stay collected. 

A knock on the door made everyone jump and hold their respective weapons at the ready. Kaz motioned for Jesper to follow him as he limped to the door, cane in hand. Jesper pushed the door open and stood in shock. “Y/N?” 

“Yes yes. Move and let me in.” She huffed as she walked past him carrying a large basket on her arm. Kaz watched as she moved to the main sitting area and placed her stuff on the table, with wide eyes. Nina jumped out of her seat and tackled her in a hug, “Oh Saints, Y/N! I’ve missed you!” Inej quickly followed and embraced the two girls tightly. “It’s been months, of course you missed me!” Y/N smiled at the two of them, “I brought food and blankets ‘cause Saints know you all need it.” As she unpacked her basket Jesper spoke up, “How did you find us, Y/N/N?” 

“Let’s just say I’ve spent too much time with you lot.” She tossed a wink over her shoulder before pulling out the final few snacks. After greeting everyone and introducing herself to Matthias she turned to Kaz. Walking up to him, she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and smiled up at him, “I’ve missed you.” Still in shock, all he could do was nod with a small smile. 

“Now. What did you do? Your face is all over the Barrel!” She led him to a seat as she continued to lecture him, not noticing the giggles slipping past Nina’s lips and Jesper’s smug grin. “All of you are in so much danger now. Uhg! I’m just grateful you all are safe for the moment. How did you find this place anyway? It’s a great hideout. Kinda creepy though, don’t you think? It being a tomb and all.” She sat down next to Kaz and sighed. He watched her and couldn’t help the amused smile making its way to his face. Even now, she finds a way to be the caretaker she is. Her ever giving spirit is still there even in all this darkness. 

Conversation started around the room and Kaz leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I love you so much.” She smiled and reached over for his gloved hand. 

Inej watched their small intimate interaction with a smile. She loved Y/N without falter, but she loved Kaz with her even more. She watched their friendship grow into this complex intricate love story. Always knowing both sides of the story because they both go to her for advice or just a listening ear. 

She knew Kaz was struggling with the fact of being apart from Y/N for so long. She knew of his sleepless nights and the burden he carried on his shoulders. Her heart hurt for him, but now she was so glad Y/N had somehow found them. 

Y/N had been a source of comfort to all of them over the last couple of years. Some part of her was what each of them needed, and Y/N knew that. Each of her crows held a special place in her heart, and she loved all of them equally. Well, one more than the rest. 

Yes, she fell for the Bastard of the Barrel. How? She doesn’t quite have the answer, but she will never regret it. She loved Kaz in spite of all his flaws and past trauma. He owned her whole heart as she owned his.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x y/n #six of crows #six of crows x reader #six of crows imagines #ellora.writes

[cybersp4c3]

Tw; kidnapping, edging, overstimulation, torture, pet play, gangbang

Imagine in a modern setting that you have quite the crush on Scara and inevitably confess to him. Fortunately for him, when he rejects you, you take it well enough. Unfortunately for his poor pussy, your very loyal friends don’t. They knew how much you liked Scara, to the point you and your friends would actively fight anyone who tried to touch him. So how dare that brat reject you! They need to exact revenge for you! And so they kidnap Scara and keep him in a basement.

Now, because they know how possessive you are of him, they never fuck his pussy. Instead, they keep him tied up with a small vibrator in his cute pussy and on his nipples that are always on a low level so that he can’t even get off from them. It also doesn’t help that all of the food he eats is laced with aphrodisiacs. Then, they make sure to blindfold him and take turns teaching him how to suck cock like a good slut. His asshole gets pounded every day, but they never come inside him! It’s torture to be fucked so hard only to be so empty! And the worst part? They never let him cum!! It’s been days since he’s been down there and all he wants is to cum! As a little bonus, your friends also take some of your clothes and leave them around Scara, sometimes even gagging him with your boxers, that way the little slut will associate your scent with the need to cum~

A week later, your friends decide to surprise you with an early birthday party! Though you question why, they just say that they think that you’ll love your little present~ You are even more surprised when they bring out Scaramouche who’s in a cute little lingerie of your favorite color and bound in ribbon. The whore’s face is so flushed and as soon as he sees you, he repeats the line your friends told him to say, “Happy birthday, master. I-I’ll be your little present…pl-mmnn…please use me and stuff me full of your cum~”!

You smile wickedly as you walk to your new pet. He really does look so cute on his knees for you. Perhaps you’ll need to collar this little pet of your’s, maybe even a shock collar so he can’t leave~ “Well? Go on pet, unzip me” Your pet does as he is told and uses his teeth to unzip your pants, breaking eye contact (a shame, he really does look so cute with those eyes begging you to fuck him. Looks like you’ll have to work on that later). Once he’s done, you simply use his throat as a fleshlight, coming down his throat as he moans like a porn star. Your friends are already getting hard, and few have even taken out their dicks and started fapping. Once you’ve throughly face fucked your new toy, you push him down and move his cute panties to the side before unceremoniously thrusting up into him. His screams were so cute as you fucked him, he loved being used like this! See? His eyes are rolling back so much, and his pussy keeps clenching your big cock so deliciously~ He’s never cum so hard in his life, and yet you keep fucking him! It hurts but he loves it! He keeps coming and coming and when he starts saying “no more”? You pull off his panties and stuff them in his mouth, making his taste both his and your arousal.

After you finish with your pet, you decide to reward your friends as a thank you by letting them cum in his ass and throat. But they will NOT be cumming in his pussy, that is yours and yours alone to abuse~

Hello again, this is the anon who sent the kunikuzushi and Dorian drabbles. If I may, can I be 🌟anon? I may not send many asks, but I think it would be nice to put a mark on my work. Also, please let me know what you think of this, I’m sorry if it did not make much sense.

That emoji is so fitting 😭/pos I love your writing it’s so yummy

Anyway, they are such great friends tbh how kind!!! You should get your new pet to help you thank them by taking all their cocks and cum (with a condom ofc you’re the only one that can impregnate him)

[darlingpwease]

you have this skill of getting stuck in people's heads

ME?!! Ur so slick, so sweet <333 you do 2 tho!!

It's amazing honestly, I still remember some of ur works from when I first followed you almost a year ago now (not in a creepy way tho I swear i remember stories well not saying urs arent memorable tho ur really good amazing like woah i wish i had ur talent cuz omgomg woAHHH so good like u do amazing everytime fr)

GENIUS, ur so great omgomg- I can't wait for those works!! They're gonna be amazing, I know it I know it

-panna cotta

Nah because same here, I used to not really get it but I read a work of one of my favorite characters and- BOOM- I don't think I can crawl out this hole anymore lmao :'))

Pretty pretty househusband Yuuta who waits patiently impatiently for you to come home, you work so hard, so he does his best to help you relieve all ur stress for being so good <33

When ur sososo deep that he goes insane, when you kiss him so sloppily he feels like he's happily drowning, when ur filling him up soso full that he cums from that alone

Maybe hybrid!Yuuta who goes into heat and does anything to keep you inside, to have you keep filling him up until all the cum inside him gets all frothy(?) as you keep thrusting and filling him, trying to push all of it back inside as he cries and begs you to just keep stuffin him

Having him put a plug in to keep him full with you when he goes out sometimes. And if u stuff him too full some days, he can feel it still drip down his thighs.

Or maybe Yuuta with a wolf!hybrid reader who won't stop pounding him, won't stop for days when in heat- even if he says for you to slow, when u do he begs for you to speed up, to go harder, give him more moremore- when you bite him all over to mark him as yours as you just keep going. Even if the poor baby has passed out, he just feel so good that you keep lazily thrusting into him, pressing kisses against his skin, nibbling every once in a while too, ah, such a lovable thing <33

(rp kinda thing here with pregnancy in case that's uncomfy vvv)

Oh! Or maybe feminizing Yuuta, helping him wear such adorable skirts and lovely thigh highs as u playfully tease him that you'll impregnate him if you cum inside him, stuff his lil womb full, only for him to plead for you to do that- ohgodpleasedothat-

He's such a pretty boy who's so great in everything <333

'not in a creepy way' </33333 I beg you, let's talk without these difficulties, honey. you and I are wise enough people to understand that you can't be creepy <3 if you said you don't remember any of my stories, — even though we've known each other for so long, — I'd be more offended; but I'm flattered that some left an imprint in your memory, it's so adorable <333 and how can you call me 'sweet" after that, I don't understand; look how polite and respectful you are, even though you were so teasing before <3333 'had ur talent' still the same smooth talker, still perfectly finding ways to get into people's hearts </3333 /pos /hj

cw unhealthy behaviour, househusband kink, hypersexuality, unprotected sex / breeding, elements of free use, praise (g.), fingering (g.), worshipping (r.), oral sex (r.)

When you wake up, he's already on his feet, cooking your food and preparing dinner (after all, he quickly learns your preferences and is always eager to please you), enthusiastically kissing you chaste on the cheek, almost singing when you put your arm around his waist behind, letting him finish things — and gently lifting his apron, baring thighs, kissing his skin while he cries out in surprise, trying to lower apron (even if his movements are awkward, without real attempts to resist you), but gives up when you say that you miss him, and you just want to thank your husband for how hardworking he is, so handsome and gentle, so eager to please you...

... Yuuta just misses you so much, wandering around but not finding anything that could make him stop thinking about you, even if he can do anything — but he is too eager for you and feels disappointed when he can't see you or hear your voice for a long time, even if tries to distract himself with household chores, knowing that you will be happy and praise him when you return.

You promise to come back early when leave, and even give an approximate time, but Yuuta can't help but hope that you will arrive early, almost watching at the door for you, glancing at the clock, not understanding what to do — when you were here, he could snuggle up to your hip or convince you to cuddle with him, or read a book while hearing you do things, or when you persuaded him to just sit with you, hugging his thin waist.

But when you're not there?

He's suffocatingly lonely.

Loyally waiting for you at the door, almost wagging his metaphorical tail, clutching light clothes, putting himself in order to look as good as possible when you return; when Yuuta hears you rustle the key, he is ready to unlock the door himself and pounce on you in delight, but too shy and not sure if such behavior will be considered by you as adequate — you did not particularly like his attempts to get out without permission — and correct, so he can only blush with delight, impatiently counting seconds when you open the door and return home — to immediately grab you and kiss, hurriedly undressing <3

Yuuta, who purrs about how glad he is to see you and that he has prepared your favorite dishes (maybe made a warm bath for you, wants to do a massage for you, or just cuddle after dinner — whatever you want), kissing your face and enthusiastically wrapping arms around, clinging like a puppy, looking for attention and a way to please you. He's not the kind of guy who has, hm, curvy shapes, but he can always make you feel thirsty — maybe it's because of how much he tries to attract you, giving you a view of everything you want, with that cutout on his clothes or an almost completely naked body, quietly asking what he can do for you, and even if you see a bashful blush on his cheek and ears from realizing how he looks, Yuuta still tries to be seductive.

It's not even your fault that you breed him anywhere, taking care that Yuuta is always soft and warm, whines your name and babbles how good he feels when you fill him up, that it's too good, that he's too close when his body hurts from your constant touches; even when you're not in the mood, you always find a way to make him cum "for what a good husband he is" by pinning him to the table while making squirm on your fingers, or during make out, rubbing and snuggling up to him — Yuuta is so tense and excited that almost immediately experiences climax, frantically clinging to you and crying while you continue rubbing, even more excited by his reaction to you.

Yuuta, who loves when you make him choke, pushing him beyond limits, using his mouth for your pleasure — hot, wet, always ready for you, whining when you grab his hair, but from pleasure, not from pain, even when it's too much for him. His body is almost a toy, and Yuuta only indulges this feeling, letting you touch him at any moment and sweetly calling you when you fill him with one push, as if trying to make sure that only you exist for him and he can only think about you, no one else, — and Yuuta agrees, whining your name and begging you not to let him go, saying how he loves you even when you squeeze his hands behind his back, using his needy body. When you tell him that it is his duty as a good husband to satisfy you and be always ready for you, and although this is only teasing, Yuuta understands it too literally, suggesting that if you are not completely satisfied, regularly give you oral in the morning and lick until you cum, so long as you don't feel unsatisfied with him; trying to always be ready for you, getting to the point that he is almost always a little aroused just so that you can always offer him privacy.

Yuuta, who locks you inside, not letting you get out of him during your orgasm, filling him, forcing you to dive as deep as possible, almost making him suffocate from proximity and depth, excessively fondling his painfully sensitive body to such a state that he did not even understand at what point you just began to lie, waiting when he will come to his senses,,,,, Yuuta, who one day is very quiet, even if you don't stop breeding his sticky, hot body, and you are afraid that you are doing something wrong — only to find out that he just wants to hear your sounds.

It's just that Yuuta in an apron rides you as a morning exercise and getting rid of stress just so that you go to work satisfied and pleasantly tired <3

yuuta who,,,, brainwashes himself,,,,,,, and wants to be your best husband — only to snap at anyone who tries to pull him out of this idyll. maybe you too often brought him to the point of breaking his mind, talking about what a good husband he is and how it suits him to be so beautiful and gentle and yours while forcing him to cum again and again, or denying his orgasm over and over again, cooling down only to reheat, that at some point he did not sees no other meaning than to become everything for you and for you to become everything for him, if he cannot be without you </333 you are the only ones who can make him feel like this — so complete, whole, finished.

cw1 unhealthy behaviour, mating season, consensual noncon (CNC), unprotected sex / breeding, sex toys, implied cum inflation (g.), fingering (g.)

Yuuta is so hot — so much so that you feel pressed against the stove when squeeze his thin hips, digging nails into the easily blushing skin while he moans, burying his face in the pillow, almost tearing it when you push especially hard, touching exactly those spot from which he can't help but arch back, pushing hips back. When he wraps his flexible long tail around you, blocking you in place when you cum, having no way other than to breed him, filling him up, — irritably biting his shoulders and neck when Yuuta whines with pain and pleasure, helping you to bend his stomach down, lifting his hips high enough so that you can easily push inside, fucking his exhausted and needy body even more, sticky with sweat and cum, almost soaked in you and still unsatisfied — just like you, as if you drink from a source and cannot satisfy thirst, but only crave more.

Even when Yuuta whines that his whole body hurts, as soon as you stop — he whines that he is too empty and abandoned and that you should continue, without ceasing to whine until you bury his head in a pillow during a new orgasm, pushing your body beyond possible limits but continuing, echoing his pleas and indulging requests to be rougher when you scratch his skin, grab his hair, bite his shoulder, spank him — just to hear his happy purring when Yuuta can't even move, lying with his thighs spread and sticky, smelling you, able only to purr and whine softly while you breed him.

(yuuta, who is lying on his stomach, unable to even move his tail, happily purring while your cum & precum flows from him,,,, when you push fingers inside, stretching him even more and forcing cum to flow out, getting only his disappointed whine </3)

Yuuta is just so empty when you are not inside him, do not fill him, do not stay inside him until he loses consciousness, being bred to such a state that his body remembers you, knowing how to squeeze better so that you fill him up faster, wanting only to use him until he can no longer resist you in any way other than to relax and let you fuck him, and use various ways to deceive his body, leaving a hot feeling of your recent presence with the help of toys, hoping that his body will not become even more dependent on you because of this constant feeling of closeness and fullness, as if it is enough to slightly push the plug so that everything flows out of him — only so that you continue to breed him, apologizing on that you haven't been inside for so long and treated his need for you so rudely.

When he drool, scratching you while you fuck him, making the remaining cum flow out of him, teasing how he can't be without you, so desperate — and when you want to move away only to find yourself firmly locked and filling his stomach again while he squirms, not expecting such movements from himself and being not ready for it, again humiliatingly cumming from the fact that you just pushed inside.

Yuuta, who whines your name and repeats 'pleasepleasepleaseplease' when you fuck him so hard, grabbing his thin waist, as if you really want to bred him, and Yuuta is so ashamed that he makes these wet sounds, continuously moaning and whining, not shutting up, being unable to even stop rolling his eyes from pleasure, continuously trembling while you continue, whispering something through his veil of pleasure — but he only wants you to make him wet, hot, marked, yours, using him in the most humiliating ways and never leaving him after that.

cw2 unhealthy behaviour, xenophilia, somnophilia, consensual noncon (CNC), knotting (g.), worshipping (r.)

When Yuuta lies defenseless in front of you, so open and vulnerable, blissfully clinging to you while you slowly thrust into him, making him to whine and moan through his sleep, teasing him and playing at a slow pace until you feel hard again; when he is too exhausted to be conscious, but lets you do whatever you want with his body while you hold him in your arms as the most precious thing you have.

Yuuta who,,,,,,,

,,,,,

Yuuta who whines, trying to make a semblance of a bark when you feel wild, roughly grabbing his hips and taking him from behind, leaving marks on his body while he drooling, making "woof" when you push; encouraging you to treat him as an equal of you and not feel sorry for him, — but he's not sure he can stand it when almost suffocating from the intensity, being tightly pressed and roughly bred, considered by you as a pretty enough mate to knot him. His belly, slightly rounded from how often you fill him while his cum and precum soaks the sheets, — but he still whines when you fall off, burrow your nose into his hair, and tries to give back; lifting his leg for deeper thrusts, as if trying to break him, but Yuuta only moans enthusiastically, being again and again trembling during a new orgasm while you knot him, filling him to such an extent that he has stars in front of his eyes.

Yuuta who expected this, but when you make him to ride you, hammering into his weakened, soaked body from below, he can no longer think about whether looks humiliating or not, longing only for you not to stop anymore, moving from the point of "too much" to "too little", pushing towards and clinging to you when it becomes too much for him, even if it's not enough, too little, his body is so sensitive and vulnerable, so open, and he wants you to continue pushing and filling into him like addicts, even if he won't be able to bring his legs together for a while afterwards — even if he can only stick out his tongue like a dog, not being able to moan a weak "woof" but breathing heavily, when you cum into him for the last time.

Yuuta, wet and sticky, so feverishly ruddy and hot, almost immediately falling asleep, being pressed against your body, even when you have not yet left his body </333 Yuuta, from whom your cum flows, but he doesn't have the strength to get up and go to the shower or wipe himself, shamelessly enjoying the warmth and stickiness, smokily realizing how messy he should look in front of you,,,,,,

cw unhealthy behaviour, feminine clothing, heavy feminization (skirts, thigh highs, language), unprotected sex / breeding, pregnancy themes, praise (g.), worshipping (r.)

A pretty skirt, pleasantly lying on the skin, almost flowing from a fleeting movement when you put hand on his thigh, shifting the fabric to the side, gradually lifting it higher and higher, stroking his cold skin, — but making him to squeeze his thighs when you stretch unacceptably high, to the edges of thigh highs, teasing with the warmth of your hands.

Yuuta, who prettily dresses up like a doll, trying to look as beautiful as possible for you, but still can't overcome embarrassment when you get hands under his clothes, exposing him, looking at everything he put on for you, making him to lie still while you are busy exploring, even if his face does not stop burning with embarrassment and the excitement of feeling your gaze. Yuuta is so beautiful, so gentle, so feminine — when you stroke his stomach, clinging to the edges of a high-waisted skirt, soothing him and convincing him to stop hiding face; he tried so hard for you, preening himself, just to be beautiful, but clings to the skirt when you sit between his thighs — only to obediently lift when you kiss his face, caressing, leaving a scattering of kisses on neck, convincing him to show himself.

When you gently put hand on his throat, listening to rapid heartbeat, persuading him to look in the mirror to see how beautiful he is, lifting his skirt teasingly high with your other hand, exposing his wet thighs, telling him how loving and soft he is, so sweet, so precious — when you tell him that his body is so good for breeding, so wet and open, enthusiastically reacting to any of your touches, unable to resist even when you are so close, fondling him, lifting up his skirt, just about ready to get inside. Let him feel how one push is enough for him to take you, whispering that you can impregnate him if Yuuta is so irresponsible and frivolous, allowing you to have such access to him; telling him to look at his bare belly, which you will soon fill, impregnating his womb, longing only to be bred until he is brought to such a state that he can only drool, holding hips high enough not to get his skirt dirty, whining when you call him your pretty thing, soaking him over and over, over and over, squeezing his hips and spanking, until his womb stops being so greedy and needy </333

When Yuuta is breathing heavily, being pressed tightly against you, feeling that you are about to fill him, and fidgeting restlessly, wanting to feel it sooner, humiliatingly whining that you don't give it to him, even when you squeeze and rub his chest, — and begging you to fill his womb and make him even prettier for you </333 cumming from the friction of the fabric when you push slightly, indulging his pleas, but not allowing him to relax, teasingly slowly filling him, making his eyes water from dissatisfaction and excessive sensitivity; putting his hand on his own belly so he can feel you fucking his womb, soaking him with your seed, whispering about how his skirt is cute, exposing wet thigh highs while you are deep in him, about to cum and fill; asking if Yuuta wants you to cum inside just to hear pleas breed him and make his womb yours </33333

... yes, each of them has cnc elements, but!!! yuuta just has a vibe of that cute thing that would be into primal kink / hunting, kiddnap-play and the like, you know? scenarios where you catch him/hunt him and use him as a prize, being the winner and having the absolute right <3 tie him up and breed him until he begs you to keep him with you; pin him to the ground while hunting and treat him like a caught prey; press him firmly into the wall and make sure that he will not be able to make a sound until you are satisfied, "forcing" him to serve you </333 yuuta, whose orgasm is constantly denied, and at the end of the game he shyly looks away when he sees that you have finished, saying in a quiet, pathetic voice that he has not cum yet </3333 dhdhhdgddg pretty thing pretty prettiest

#.spicy♡ #❖.my jewelry #✮.panna cotta <3 #🥮 — jujutsu kaisen #✉.yuuta okkotsu #🧸.cnc #🧸.knotting #🧸.breeding #🧸.xenophilia #🧸.pregnancy #🧸.feminine clothing #🧸.cum inflation #🧸.unhealthy #I thought I was going to die in the end /ns #I've written too much AND I'm not ashamed #wild but happy </3333 #thank you honey panettone #mwah <33333 #big great brain /pos #dom reader #sub yuuta okkotsu

[aalyssah]

Jealous

Pairing: Hook x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Aftercare, Choking, Degradation, Face Fucking, Humiliation, Names (Whore & Slut) Oral, Praise, Spanking, Slapping.

Word Count: 4,612

Summary: Hook is jealous of you and Danhause hanging out and he reminds you who you belong to.

A/N: This is my first HOOK imagine, but I didn't post it yet because I knew it would take me a while and I wanted to post for him, so that's how I ended up with the 'Braiding Hair' imagine, but like I said this is my first. By the way I know I mixed different time frames into a story but just let me be. Hope You Enjoy!

Not proofreaded

You were currently in your boyfriend, Hook's locker room with a blanket over your lap, watching his match against Angelo Parker. He didn't want you coming out there since the rest of 2.0 was there so you waited in his locker room.

You weren't set to have a match tonight so after Hook was done y'all would just go to the hotel. A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. You pushed the blanket to the side and got up and walked to the door.

Opening it revealed Danhausen. "Hello there, Y/n." You always loved Danhausen. The day when Hook joined forces with him, you never stopped thanking him. "Hey Danhausen, what's up?" Danhausen always knew how to make your day.

"Well Danhausen wanted to know if you and Hook will go on a toy hunt with me, Ethan and others." It's been a while since you've been featured on a YouTube channel so you agreed. "Yes, I would love too, and Hook is coming too."

Danhausen clapped his hands. "Great! I'll text you soon." He then pulled out a hoodie from his cape. "This is Danhausen merch! Have it." You took it like it was fragile. "Aw, thanks Dan!" You gave him a hug and he turned around and disappeared around the corner.

You closed the door and sat back down and by the time you looked at the TV, the match was over. You let out a sigh weeping because you wanted to see your man fight, but it was over. You got up and folded the blanket and put the hoodie in the bag. Hook came through the door, breathing heavily and with the title in his hand.

He came behind you and hugged you. "Hey babe, I'm sorry I didn't see your match, but I know you did good." You apologized. His hold loosened on you. "What do you mean you didn't see it?" You could hear a silo guy hurt the tone in his voice.

"I was talking to Danhausen and when I came back you already had your hand raised in victory." Hook's jaw clenched at the thought you weren't watching him and you were talking to Danhausen. "It's fine, maybe next time you can go out. Let's go to the hotel."

Hook decided to brush it off and just go home. He was sweaty and tired and all he felt like doing was showering and sleeping with you.

You two made it to the hotel and went to the bedroom. Your belly flopped on the bed and let out a sigh. Hook instantly went in the duffel bag and grabbed a hoodie and sweats before going to the bathroom. You went in the bag and grabbed the hoodie Danhausen gave you. You took your bra off and pulled it over your head.

It was surprisingly comfy.

Not as comfy as Hook's, but close. You got your phone off the nightstand and scrolled on instagram. You were liking people's pictures and responding to fans until you saw Danhausen trying to FaceTime you.

You sat up excited and answered. "Hi!" Danhausen didn't have face paint on as he looked at the camera. He grew comfortable around you so he didn't have to hide himself. "Y/n! Let's talk about tomorrow night's match on Double or Nothing."

The match consisted, Hookhausen vs Tony Neese and Smart Mark Sterling. You were so excited to see the team's debut and even more when you could accompany them. "Yeah, I can't wait!" You two sat there for about 20 mins talking about the match and other stuff.

Your attention was pulled away from Danhausen when Hook came out of the bathroom. His eyebrow cocked up a little. "Who's that?" He asked me to put his dirty gear in a bag. "Danhausen! We were talking about you guys' match for tomorrow."

The moment the word Danhausen came out of your mouth he was already uninterested in the conversation. 'Oh' He mumbled before getting under the covers and turning on his side. "You're not gonna say anything to Danhausen?" Hook was getting tired of hearing all the talk about Danhausen. "No I don't! Leave me alone!" He yelled at you and pulled the blanket over his shoulders.

You sat there in silence as you felt hurt and confused. You didn't understand why he yelled at you. When Hook- someone you love yelled at you, you felt like a disappointment. "S-sorry." You're shaky voice apologized. "I'll talk to you tomorrow Danhausen." You didn't even wait for him to say his goodbyes before hanging up.

You thought he was maybe tired and people are grumpy when they're tired, right? You turned the lamp off and turned the other way and closed your eyes.

Some part of Hook felt bad for you because he yelled at you but you 're talking about another man and that hurts. Neither one of you said a word that night as you both fell asleep with your back's turned to each other.

Next Morning

You woke up feeling cold. Hook didn't cuddle you last night so you 're just shaking. You grabbed your phone off the charger and saw it was 6:53. You and Hook didn't have any match so you were planning on going to the gym and then doing the toy hunt with Ethan.

You slowly got up and went in the duffel bag and grabbed a pair of new shorts and a sports bra. You took a look at Hook, seeing him asleep on his side. He looked uncomfortable and he held the side of the pillow. You went to the bathroom and got ready for the day.

When you came out of the bathroom you saw Hook sitting up a little, on his phone. You went to the kitchen to eat something and while in the kitchen Hook got ready. He came into the kitchen when you sat down and started eating and there was an awkward silence. You are eating your food while Hook ate chips.

Usually you would scold him for eating something, so unhealthy and weak as breakfast but you weren't in the mood to act like everything was normal after last night.

If you look up you would be able to make eye contact with him so you just sort of played with your food in the bowl. "I'm sorry." He was first to speak. You finally looked up and met his eyes. "It's fine you, we're just tired." You scooted the chair back making a screeching noise on the hotel floor before going to the sink.

If only you knew why he yelled at you. Hook wasn't one to express his feelings, but he was gonna show people that you're his.

"Yeah, but I just wanna make sure everything is good with us. Is it?" He wasn't gonna let go until you gave him a yes. "Yes babe, I'm okay. I'm not mad at you." You walked back over to him and hugged him. His arms wrapped around your waist as you buried your face in his neck, taking in his scent.

He placed a kiss on the top of your head before letting you go. "Imma go get changed and then we can go." You nodded your head and waited. He came back in some shorts and a shirt. "You ready?" He grabbed the hotel card and car keys. "Yeah." You two made your way out of the hotel and into the car.

You liked to train at the PC center because there were many of your friends there and it was where you started training before becoming a wrestler so it meant so much to you. Plus, it had everything a wrestler needs so who needs a gym, when you have a PC Center near you?

You two walked in holding your gym bags. You saw other wrestlers working in the ring and others doing stretches. You and Hook went your separate ways since you both like to focus on different parts of the body.

Like Hook worked on his upper body so he could lift big men like Bear Bronson and you liked the lower part of your body. Hook instantly went to the weights while you grabbed a mat they had for stretching. You put your earbuds in and started listening to music.

You did many positions such as: Doggy style, leg lifts, bridges and while doing doggy style, you could feel eyes on your ass. A tap on your shoulder made you jump a little. You took your earbuds out and looked up to see Danhausen. You shot up off the floor and hugged him. "Hey Danhausen!" He returned the hug and pulled you back.

"First off, are you ok for last night?" You let out a little breathy laugh at his concern. "Yes Dan, I'm fine." You gave him a reassuring look but he didn't take it. "Are you sure? Because I can stop giving him chips!" You loudly laughed at him while playfully smacking his arm. "Yea I'm sure and like he would ever stop eating chips." Danhausen laughed too.

"You're working out?" He looked down at your mats and earbuds. "Yeah. You want to work together?" Danhausen nodded. "Wait, what about Hook?" You looked over and saw Hook with his shirt off and lifting weights. "He'll be fine. If he wants to join us he is more than welcomed." You put the mat back and went inside the ring.

Danhausen held the ropes for you. "Alright! What does Y/n want to do?" You thought for a moment before the idea came to mind. "Can you help me stretch my knee. It's been hurting for a while." Danhausen listened to you as you explained about the problems with your knee. "Yeah sure. I've had knee problems."

Danhausen pointed to the middle of the ring. "Come over here." You walked to the center and waited for his say. "Bend over." You bent over a little and felt a pair of hands on your waist. "Further." You tried but felt pain. "Ow! It hurts." You shot up and turned around. "That's a good sign, now bend over!"

You trusted Danhausen with what he was saying so you bent over again. Instead of his hands being on your hips, they were on the lower part of your back. He pushed you down so that your back was arched and your hands were touching the ground. "How does it feel?" You could feel a little pain let loose.

"It's getting better." You straighten up and looked at him. "Well, ask Hook for iceyhot and take a nap. The iced hot should reduce the pain while resting will help the iceyhot." You took notes down on your phone as he told you the stuff. "Oh! That reminds me. Look at this funny video." Danhausen pulled his phone out his pocket.

He clicked on Instagram and pulled up a video. It was a video of a dog doing a little dance. You and Danhausen started laughing as the dog did its dance. "Awe, that's so cute!" Your laughs died down and came the next video. It was a video of wwe from the Attitude Era and memes about it.

"I miss those days!" You and Danhausen sat there on your phone's, forgetting the whole purpose of being at the gym. Laughing at funny videos or discussing topics about AEW matches. All of a sudden your conversation was cut short when a sweaty Hook came into view.

He was sweating and breathing heavily as he looked down at you and Danhausen. "Oh, hey babe, you done?" His mouth was in a thin line. "Oh it's almost time! We gotta get ready for their toy hunt!" Danhausen got up and exited the building. "Are you ready to go?" Hook just looked at you for a second and turned around and left.

You didn't know why he wasn't speaking or why he broke up the conversation between you and Danhausen. "Hey babe, wait up!" You rushed out the door and opened the car door. He didn't say a word and backed out and went home. You wondered why he was acting so quiet towards you as if y'all didn't hug it out earlier.

You entered the house and went to take a shower. "Babe you wanna shower together? Y'know to save water?" You said rising and lowering your eyebrows. "No." He said it was so rude and stern. You really didn't know what was going on, but you hoped the toy hunt would boost his mood.

You took a shower and put on a Danhausen shirt with some jean shorts. You took one last look in the mirror before opening the door. Hook sat on the bed and was on his phone. He looked at you and wanted to say how beautiful you looked but he noticed the Danhausen shirt.

You've NEVER bought any of his merch so having his friends on before him made him a little upset. He got up and went into the bathroom without even sparing a glance at your face. You were now getting hurt. The tension in the room has never been like this between you two and you wanted to know what caused it all.

You waited for Hook to finish getting ready and once he exited out and made your way to the toy place.

Getting out of the car you were greeted by people like Anthony Bowens, Ethan Page, Fuego Del Sol, Alex Reynolds, and lastly Danhausen. "Oh, you guys are here. Hey Y/n and Hook." You came into the view of the camera and smiled while waving your hand.

"Hey guys! I missed being in the channel, hopefully I'll come more often and don't forget to, but Danhausens merch!" Great. You 're even promoting someone else's merch. Hook shook his head before entering the toy shop.

As everyone looked for something you were with Hook. "Babe look at this snoop dogg figure!" Hook picked it up and looked at it. You could tell he wanted it, but he put it back. "Why'd you do that?" He just shrugged his shoulders and walked off.

You decided you weren't gonna chase after him everytime he leaves you if you walked over to Danhausen. "Hey Danny." You sounded a little sad. Danhausen looked at you with some concern in his eyes.

"Is Y/n ok?" He picked up an AEW figure of you. "Yeah it's just, Hook." Danhausen nodded before pulling the figure from behind his back. "Look at what I found!" It was an AEW figure if you. You didn't even know they sold them. You let out a gasp. "Omg is that me?!" He hummed in agreement.

You jumped in his arms, hugging him and thanking him for showing you. "I didn't know they had me!" Danhausen laughed as he saw how happy you were. Ethan came up with his phone. "Oh shoot, Y/n is a figure now? Gotta add it to my collection." You smiled and put your hand over your chest.

"I feel honored to be part of your collection." You looked around for Hook, but didn't see him. "What's wrong?" Danhausen asked, looking in your direction. "Just looking for Hook." You brushed it off and continued shopping with Danhausen. You thought of Hook but if he really wanted to talk to you, he would find you himself.

"Danhausen, Y/n come here." You and Danhausen walked over to Ethan. "Fans wanted a Q&A. Just one question." You nodded your head. "They asked, if you weren't dating Hook. Who would you want to date?" You thought for a second. You're not into girls, you can't date a female and you don't have that many male friends.

"Well, if I can't choose Hook, I'll choose Danhausen." Ethan thought you two were close friends so it wasn't a surprise. "I mean, I'm not lesbian and Hook and Danhausen are my only close boy friends and besides, who wouldn't want to date Danhausen?" You leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Hook POV

I was looking at the Snoop Dog figure Y/n told me about. I was debating if $250 was worth it so I was gonna ask Ethan. As I walked over I saw him asking Y/n and Danhausen a question. I hated to be jealous but Y/n has been spending more time with Danhausen than me.

It was going fine with them laughing but what really caught me was when she leaned over and KISSED him on the cheek. She started smiling and laughing and you could even see a blush on her cheek.

That was it for me. I dropped the figure and grabbed her wrist, dragging her out the toy place, leaving a confused Ethan and Danhausen.

Second POV

You were laughing and blushing as you just kissed Danhausen on the cheek, leaving a jaw dropped Ethan Page. You saw Hook coming over and was about to greet him, but he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the toy place, ignoring your questions.

"Babe, what are you doing?" You tried to get hold of his wrist Ro loosen his hold but he would give up. "Hey, calm down, that hurts!" He still ignored you and opened the car passenger door and dragged you in the seat. He reached over and buckled you up.

You knew better than to unbuckle the belt. He put you in for a reason. "Hook what's-" He cut you off. "Shut up!" You did exactly that. You didn't understand why he was so mad, but all you knew was he wasn't happy with you. He started the car and drove to the hotel.

In silence.

Not even the radio was on. His hands gripped the steering wheel so hard and his jaw was clenched the whole time. Every time you looked over at him you could see the anger in his eyes and how his mouth was in a straight line.

You've never seen him like this. Not in real life, only on TV. He was always so sweet and gentle with you but right now he was acting like you were QT Marshall or something.

He pulled up at the hotel and got out of the car. He walked straight in the building without sparing you a glance. You slowly unbuckled the seat belt and got out of the car. You walked through the entrance and he was nowhere to be seen. You went to your room and saw the door was unlocked. Well, at least he cared for you still.

There were no lights on. The moment you stepped through the door you emerged by Hook grabbing you and carrying you to the bed. He threw you in, making you bounce a little and hovered over you. His necklace was dangling in your face.

"You like being a whore?" Hi, we're surprised by the sudden choice of words. He's never called you anything like that. One time he called you mean and you jokingly gave him silent treatment and he cared like she called you a bitch.

But that wasn't the only thing that surprised you. It was that you were getting aroused, turned on, wet, whatever you wanted to call it, you were into it. "W-what?" You looked down. He gripped your jaw,

forcing you to look at him. "You heard me. You like going around kissing other men?" He sounded so angry.

"I-I-" You didn't understand why he was so upset. It was just a kiss on the cheek. "Don't act like you haven't let fans kiss you." You argued back. There's no way he's getting mad at you for something he let happen. "You're talking back? You like defending him?" You didn't know he was such a dominant man in bed.

Like said earlier, he's gentle with you and soft, but this was far from gentle. He felt like he waited too long for your answer and flipped you over so you were across his lap. He pulled down your shorts to reveal you having no panties on. "Wow you really are a whore. Walking around all slutty with no panties on. Was this for him?"

Him? Who's him?

Then you remember the kiss, the PC Center, The phone calls, and The match, it was all connecting to Danhausen. There's no way he's jealous of Danhausen. Right? "Wait, are you jealous?" There was a little tease in your voice that made him even angrier. When you felt his grip tighten around your waist and not getting a response, you knew he was.

"Aw, it's ok to be jealous. If-" He then slapped your ass making you moan. Never in a million years would you think you would be turned on by getting hit. You've only read stuff like these in Fanfics so experiencing it first person was even better. "So, you like that?" Another slap landing. You tried covering your moans by hitting your lips but it slipped out.

"Your. A. Pathetic. Slut." Every pause was followed by a slap to the ass. You sat there whimpering and whined at how hard he slapped at the last word. "Tell me I'm the one you love." Something in you liked this sort of possessive side of him so you went ready to give in,

"I love Danhausen." His eyes darkened once more. He sighed in and out before ripping your shirt and popping your bra open. Your mouth dropped open. He hit you for making you scream from the sensitivity and spreader your legs. "Look at you. On MY bed. Wet for who? Danhausen?"

His fingers ran up to your clit before pinching it. "S-stop!" You tried pushing your hand down but he pinned them above your head. "You don't make the demands, because I can't leave you right here and call Danhausen." You shook your head instantly.

"That's what I thought." He reached down once more and ran his fingers in between your folds. He pushed one finger in, watching the way your face switches to pleasure. He is slow in fingering you. Moving in and out at a slow pace to make you say something. He wants you to say something so he can give you what you want.

You tried moving your hips down so you could feel more friction but he was limiting your use on his finger. "More!" Your whine was a little loud. He ignored your say and went down, licking from your slit to your clit. He nipped at your clit making your toes curl. His hands came to your thighs to spread you wider and rested in his elbows.

You could feel his nose on your clit and he circled around your core before pushing his tongue through. Your sweetness filled on his tongue as he licked around. Your hands went to his hair, pulling it deeper and grinding your hips on his face. You almost forgot that he was mad at you until he bit your folds.

"T-Ty!" It was a warning of you cumming. He sucked faster as his hand made contact with your clit. It was all pure heaven at that moment and you could feel a blissful orgasm approaching. It all stopped when he pulled back in time to make you whine. "W-why'd you s-stop!" You are still humping air. He untied his sweats and took his hoodie off, revealing his toned abs and cock.

He put you on your hands and knees before entering you with a groan. "Who made you this wet?" He waited for a response. You being a stubborn person you're gonna say Danhausen. "Danhausen." You moaned at the feeling in his cock inside of you. He took a deep breath before thrusting forward aloof s clap noise echoing around the room. He leaned forward and grabbed you by the neck, choking you. "We'll see who makes you cum."

He started thrusting at a brutal pace making skin clapping noses echo off the walls. Your moaned was loud and you felt like your arms were giving out fast. Hook held your throat thighs, the harder he thrust and it was hard. You felt like you were losing oxygen so you tapped on his arm a couple of times and he let go.

It still made you happy to see he cared even when he's mad at you. You let out a loud breath and breathed loud and heavy as you tried to get air. Your lungs. He gave you a moment to breathe before returning his hand back. His pace never faltered as he fucked you. He let go of your throat and pushed you down so your face was in the pillow.

Your screams were muffled as his groans were nothing to hide. He was enjoying this just as you were and he knew you were liking it because you didn't call for the Safeword. He rubbed your clit furiously making you scream louder. "S-Sens-" You cut yourself off by another moan.

He knew what you were trying to say but didn't push you. He didn't know if he should let you cum or edge you but judging by the way you were he didn't think you would be ready for another round and he wasn't either, with the way you were squeezing his cock. "T-tell me who you love." He stuttered.

You were in a whole other galaxy and didn't hear a word he said except muffled talking. "Answer me!" He spit on your head and you could feel the spit dropping for to your ear. The bed was hitting the wall so hard you knew there would be a dent in the wall. "Y-you! It-ts you!" He hit your G-Spot multiple times, making you silent.

You didn't even know you came until you felt biting. Hook always hit a part of your body when cumming so he would quiet down and listen to you but there was no noise coming out of your mouth. You were shaking as you came and all you saw was white.

"F-fuck." Hook moaned, giving a couple more slow thrusted before pulling out. He watched as the mixture of yours and his cum dropped out of your abused cunt. "Y/n? You ok baby?" His soft self was back all of a sudden. It was like a demon possessed his body for the whole day. "Mmh." You hummed in the pillow.

He gently flipped you over and saw your mascara running down your cheeks, red face, red eyes, and most of all. The handprint of his hand around your throat. "Come on, let's get cleaned up." He picked you up and took you to the bathroom. He held you as he turned the water in so it was the perfect temperature.

He sat you in the bath and poured your favorite soap on a loofah before washing you. He was slow and calm when washing your body. He saw everything he did to you and kind of regretted it but you liked it and you were smiling the whole time and reassuring him it was ok. "Babe it's fine.... You are ok." You spoke, taking breaths.

You were tired and didn't feel like talking. He got in the tub and washed himself off quickly before rinsing you both. He dried you off and helped you put panties and a bra on before pulling the blankets over you. "I love you." He kissed your forehead. "Me too. Not Danhausen."

That was the last thing you said before going to sleep in HOOK'S embrace.

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[bouncykhotchillipeppers]

a short nct johnny birth chart reading (cross-posted from twitter)!

disclaimer: i do not know him personally, no harm intended, and others may interpret it differently. this is all for fun! please be nice as i don’t know nct super well. please do not repost or steal my work.

now, on to the fun stuff.

my first reaction was just…oh. that’s why. THAT is why he’s like this. the sheer, absolute, utter chaos inside of him. sorry to this man. the best way i can describe him is a cynical dreamer. completely out of pocket. very chill yet extremely uptight about certain things. his entire chart is a walking contradiction. let’s break this down.

the first thing i will focus on is his aquarius mercury rx in 5H because that is his chart ruler. a…backwards thinker, if you will. he’s that out of the box person who asks the weirdest questions in your biology class about, like, “since it’s theoretically possible, blah blah blah.” ACTUALLY. WHAT IF. MAYBE IF THIS HAPPENED. yeah, he’s that guy. don’t get me wrong! he’s actually a deep thinker, the guy that reads wikipedia because it’s fun and a walking encyclopedia of weird facts you really didn’t need to know about. he’s smart as hell and willing to debate anything, almost to a fault. it’s easy for him to see multiple sides, the cynical side giving way to the fantastical side and vice versa, and if he had harsher placements, i would say he’d make a fantastic lawyer because of this ease. truth is, he would fucking suck because he would let his emotional bias get in the way. he’s also not…serious enough. which i’ll get into later.

sun in aquarius in fifth house! creative, passionate, realistic. sun trine moon, in tune with himself. he knows who he is, though maybe not necessarily what he wants or needs. sun semisquare venus and sun opposite mars—a fighter. context is important, though. fighting against his friends is something he absolutely hates because he views his friendships as his solid foundation, somewhere he can go to let go. he will do everything he can to protect those friendships. he ACTS like he doesn’t give a shit because, hello, aquarius sun and gemini moon—the top two signs of not giving a shit—but the reality is that he does care, thanks to 7H in pisces and 11H in cancer. he’s just emotionally stunted because of that moon square saturn. he’s also a great friend because he’s so easygoing and lax about a lot of things. until you push him to his breaking point. then he will cut you to your core, taking all those little bits of knowledge he’s gathered over the years and turning them into the worst bits of knowledge about you and throwing them back in your face with a direct coldness. but other than that, he’s real chill. thoughts over feelings type of guy.

great friend, not so great boyfriend. he needs to be able to detach completely and emotionally, someone who’s as independent as he is and definitely not someone who’s clingy. he will prioritize his friends and family over romantic relationships any day, any time. he will dm you back with “i think we’d be better off as friends.” he will move on. he is a heartbreaker and does not care because that is not where his priorities lie. he thinks romance is inviting you over to his friend’s house for some beer and a nacho table and wii sports.

the final topic i will discuss is my favorite one: his grand mutable cross.

grand crosses (or grand squares) are when there’s four squares connected to each other to create a cross or a square in the chart, and they’re typically all in the same mode (cardinal, fixed, mutable). (i say typically because our very own mark lee has two grand crosses, one is fixed and the other is dissociate because of his cancer mercury rx.) but i digress. included in this aspect are his gemini moon 10H, sagittarius jupiter 3H, pisces saturn 6H, and virgo ascendant. so, what the fuck does this mean? to put it simply: chaos. despite all the stable capricorn and aquarius in his chart, this man thrives in disruption. every moment is a moment to live and enjoy. he needs to think, do, and decide for himself—to be free. he excels at the mundane but shines in the unanticipated. he’s good at seeing the small details and the big picture, the reason in the emotion, the halves in the whole, and is willing to take whatever life throws at him with ease because of the way he’s predictable with his unpredictability. restless and always looking to do something, anything to keep himself occupied. however, he tends to worry about meaningless things and ignores or outright avoids the things he needs to confront, hence why it’s hard to push him to his breaking point, which is confrontation. the capricorn in him helps with this to an extent. the tendency to see the absolute best and absolute worst in every situation is another one of his faults; as an example, he can cheer others on but internally be worrying that someone might get injured. he thrives in fun and excitement, constant change. as long as he has somewhere to focus his restless energy, he’s good.

some final notes:

i try to stay away from parents for idol chart readings, but since a parent planet is on the MC, i’ll talk about it. moon conjunct MC: he considers his mother to be the light of his life, literally. places her above everyone else. the midheaven is the highest point on his chart, the part the light shines on the most. he sees her as witty and capable and gets along well with her.

cancer in 11H: so devoted to his friends and his dreams. the basis and roots of his life.

a piece of advice i would give him: not everything has to be a major upheaval. it’s okay to let things go. it’s okay to be selfish sometimes, but the best place for you to be is in service to others. caring for others, especially friends and family, is what will make you happiest. but do not give a piece of yourself to everyone you meet.

ummm that’s it! 🙈 if you have a fan meeting with another member please ask them their birth time i’m always curious i love knowing idols’ charts

#nct #nct 127 #johnny suh #엔시티 #엔시티 127 #쟈니 #astrology #natal chart #birth chart #grand mutable cross #grand mutable square #chart reading #kpop #kpop astrology #fuck idk how tags work anymore on here… whatever #he speaks! #i do chart readings just not right now i’m busy #i have a grand mutable cross too… hehe

[dreamstatesims]

hey girlie, hope you're doing well; having a good day/night:

i wanted to ask if you could give any advice with building and landscaping? i've always been a huge fan of your sim style, and i'm currently looking to get into building myself.

was there any videos you watched or accounts that were able to help you jump wholeheartedly into the wonderful world of build/buy mode?

thank you soooo much in advance <3

hi! i could go on and on about this topic so thanks for asking. last year i wrote about building here, if you recall. since that one was more about "vibe" maybe this one should be a little more technical? idk, i'm a dreamy creative so i'm sure this'll get emotional anyway lol.

i suggest picking a world or architectural style and let one inform the other. then research that style, look at floor plans and dive into pinterest for a while before you start building. if you don't already have one, get one and go collecting inspiration that you can reference later. here's mine, if you wanna check it out.

when landscaping i think about two key things: what style of gardening goes with this build (manicured, overgrown, minimal, etc) and i consider the trees and/or flowers i see in the world around my lot. i'll incorporate some to blend on and off-lot gardening. and i can't emphasize enough how important terrain painting is! in my opinion it really anchors everything down. for example, i paint all around and under landscaped areas, trees, the entire perimeter of the house/buildings, and anything else like pools, decks, driveways. it creates depth and makes it look like these things are really sprouting out of the ground. also paths! even if you don't have stones laid down, think about the routes sims will take to get from one place to another, like from the back porch to the pool, the marks little sneakers leave under the swing set when simmies play, from the mudroom to the trash bins by the garage. grass thins out and you'll see some dirt showing through regularly trodden routes, so paint those on to make the area look lived in.

the simpler the floor plan, the better. even if you pick a floor plan that's complicated, simplify it. you don't need a garage? remove it or convert it into something else. too many little rooms and hallways? open up those spaces or take them out entirely and push the necessary rooms you want to keep into that area. you'll find your builds will be much easier to play in this way and it won't take sims hours to get to the kitchen or up the stairs.

i have general dimensions for rooms that really work for me: kitchen 5x6, 6x6, 6x7 dining 4x5, 5x5, 5x6 living 5x6, 6x6, 6x7 half bath 2x2, 2x3 full bath 3x4, 4x4 owner's suite 5x6, 6x6 bedrooms 4x5, 5x5 hallways 2 spaces wide

maybe a bit tricky, but think about adding rooms in the roof. a play room, guest room, second living room, or office space. hell, even just an attic you can convert later as your family grows. when building attics, i'll lay out the roof design first and then see where i can build rooms inside. for easier gameplay you'll want to then break down the roof into sections so when you lower the walls you can see inside and the camera won't bounce around.

twistedmexi's TOOL mod is an absolute gamechanger and i highly recommend using it to expand your lot outside the lines. EA has decorated the world outside of your lot with fences and other features that suggest you can absolutely push things further. i'll setup whatever i want outside the lot inside my grid first and then move it all out together. i do this for play areas, picnic tables and umbrellas, firepits and seating. i'll put cars parallel parked on the road or in the driveway EA has provided. and don't forget about debug items like electrical poles, post boxes, bus stops, fire hydrants and other stuff you'd see around a neighborhood.

i'm subscribed to a handful builders on youtube that i'll watch from time to time. it's great to see what other folks are doing because this community is so creative and you'd be surprised the little tricks you'll pick up. these are some of my favorite builders: simproved, simsphony, plumbob kingdom, simcubeez, bojana sims.

if you have any more questions on specifics or want an actual tutorial on something, don't hesitate to ask! and that goes for anyone reading this very long-winded post. kudos if you made it this far!

#asked and answered #ts4 tutorial #tutorial

[palant1r]

Not the same anon as the other ask, but I guess my question comes from the difference between personal vs political opinion on people who consume that type of media. Like if someone wants to draw some fake anime kids having sex (let’s say they do it because that’s a thing they like to imagine and not for any satire reason), I don’t think they should be put in jail or anything, but I do think that they’re a creep no matter whether they aren’t harming any real kids or not and I wouldn’t want to be friends with them. Even if they would never harm a real kid, even if their account is marked 18+ only and they rigorously check every follower and block them if they even suspect they’re a minor, I still wouldn’t want to interact with this person because if someone enjoys creating and consuming that content, that is an interest I find disgusting because just because the kids they are imagining are fake it can’t be completely de-linked from the existence of irl children or at least attraction to the traits associated solely with them

As a second, semi-unrelated question, I guess it begs the question on drawn cp (I know you don’t agree with the term but there’s not better one) of real people, like the adults who drew porn of, say, the cast of It back in 2017 when they were all between 13-16? Sure it didn’t involve making real kids do those things, but it was depictions of real kids doing sex acts and I don’t see how them not being directly involved means using their faces to make porn is okay. (Not to accuse you of supporting this, genuinely curious on where you think the distinction lies if any)

Thanks for the question! Appreciate you being thoughtful and respectful about these difficult topics, and I trust that those of you who see this ask shan't clown in the notes.

I think it's valid of you to have your own personal boundaries about who you interact with online. It's clear that you've reflected on exactly why you find this interest disgusting, which is great, we love critical dissection in this household, but I'd like to push back on that a little. I find it interesting that you specifically mentioned anime in this question. If we're talking attraction to traits associated solely with children, that's an area where anime really muddies the waters. After all, it's very easy to find anime 14 year olds with 8 packs and chiseled jawlines and anime 28 year olds, especially women, that look like children — not to mention the 1000 year old loli trope. In many cases, especially in shonen fandoms, someone who didn't know the canon ages of the characters wouldn't be able to differentiate between nsfw art of adults and minors even if they were all drawn perfectly on-model. And then of course we could get into the weeds about the distinction between children and teenagers, ages of consent in different countries, weird timeline stuff that goes on in a lot of anime and creates a bunch of technicalities (like Kusuo Saiki being physically 16 but mentally 21), how this relates to real people with disorders that make them appear prepubescent long after the age of majority, et cetera, et cetera. I definitely understand why it makes you uncomfortable, but I'm generally not as quick to judge creators of anime porn on the basis of association with childish traits simply because anime is so stylized that such associations kind of lose meaning. I mean, I'm attracted to anime men, and I experience zero attraction to people in real life, so it's easy for me to see how what someone enjoys in anime and what they're attracted to IRL could be fairly divorced. I'm not trying to argue that you're wrong, just something to think about, I guess.

As for your second question, hoo boy. The issue of explicit art of real children kinda relates to another issue i've seen people talk about, that of explicit RPF of real minors. It's a conversation that I think demands a lot of critical analysis and discussion that people are unfortunately generally not willing to have in a public forum. For the sake of my answer, I am determining that we are solely talking about minors who are under 18 in real life and are American so we don't have to deal with any age of consent debates. This includes minors who play over-18 characters but not child characters played by adult actors, or else we have to start talking about Riverdale and that's a whole other conversation.

I guess I can start with praxis. Let us assume that we all agreed that this is Wrong and Bad. Come play with me in this space without assuming anything about my position from this hypothetical. What now? What concrete actions could institutions take to prevent the existence of Wrongbadthing? Would it be morally right for people to harass those who create or enjoy Wrongbadthing? The relevant entities here would be the US government, AO3, and platforms that host art. I am against most government restrictions on art that people create, because they will inevitably be interpreted through a far broader lens than their original intention. And I don't think it would be productive for AO3 to ban certain types of explicit fic. People would just stop tagging their explicit minor RPF as such, and then we still have equal volumes of the Wrongbadthing but without the tools for people to avoid it. Not to mention it raises logistical problems with moderation and enforcement. Like, what happens when a celebrity turns 18? Are people then allowed to write explicit fic about them when they were younger than that? Maybe we can all agree that it's bad for a 30 year old author to write porn about a 13 year old actor — but what about a 15 year old author writing porn about a 16 year old actor? Any distinction between the two regarding enforcement would require some sort of age verification beyond self-identification, and that's a recipe for disaster. as for platforms like twitter that would host the kind of explicit art we're talking about, well. i think it's pretty easy to see how any sort of enforcement on a minor rpf explicit art ban would be an absolute nightmare. it's hard enough for social media sites to even enforce a porn ban. now imagine a porn ban that needs to incorporate facial recognition of a bunch of people across all different art styles — im not sure that's even possible. as for harassment — the most common punitive response on the individual level — i dont think that's justified in this case. as you've pointed out, regardless of personal feelings on the subject, this art isn't causing material harm to any real person.

I honestly don't engage with RPF communities in general — it's one of my squicks — and I'm not quite comfortable making grand moral generalizations about people I've never really interacted with. From what I understand, there are commonly accepted codes of ethics within RPF communities, and I'm not really sure how those mesh with explicit fic about real minors.

i am personally...not a fan of explicit RPF fic and art about real minors, to say the least. i think it ties into larger celebrity culture that objectifies and sexualizes children in the limelight. but like. what am i gonna do about it? doing journalism has forced me to learn how to not get outraged or disgusted about things i cant do anything about. i just don't follow those people. I'd defend their right to host their work on the platforms we use, but only because any effort ive seen proposed to restrict that work would cause more harm than good and wouldn't even be remotely effective at its stated goal. in terms of harm reduction, the best i can do is support moderation policies that allow that stuff to be clearly tagged and RPF informal ethics codes that stress a firm division between fandom and subject.

i haven't yet formed a super solid discursive framework that i'm confident in defending about this issue, so i'll just fall back on praxis lol

would love to hear from someone who's more involved in RPF than i am haha!

#pisscourse #anon

[looking-for-orion]

"cardigan"

by Taylor Swift

(quotes by Casey McQuiston)

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･✧*:･ﾟ

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someones bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

“Hey, um, sorry. I know it’s late, and it’s Christmas Eve and everything. You probably have, like, family stuff, I’m just realizing. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before. Wow, this is why I don’t have friends. I’m a dick. Sorry, man. I’ll, uh, I’ll just—” “Alex, Christ,” Henry interrupts. “It’s fine. It’s half two here, everyone’s gone to bed...There’s a long pause before Henry says, “Hang on. Bea, can I have a minute? Hush. Yes, you can take the biscuits. All right, I’m listening.”

//

"...Henry, who knows him. Henry who's seen him in glasses and tolerates him at his most annoying and still kissed him like he wanted him, singularly, not the idea of him."

To kiss in cars and downtown bars

Was all we needed

"When he sees Henry next at a gala in Berlin, and he feels that gravitational pull, chases it down in the back of a limo...he knows himself better."

//

"They end up somewhere in West Hollywood at a shitty, sparkling karaoke bar..."

You drew stars around my scars

"Alex forgets what he's going to say next. He just...Well he gets told he's great a lot. He just doesn't often get told he's good enough."

//

"Henry comes to stand in front of Alex, his thigh brushing against the inside of Alex's knee, and he reaches one hand down to still Alex's nervous fidgeting...Henry's hands move, brushing up to Alex's shoulders, the dip of his throat, the underside of his jaw, and when Alex finally looks up, Henry's eyes are soft and steady. "You still are. Because you still bloody care so much.'" He leans down and presses a kiss into Alex's hair. "And you are good. Most things are awful most of the time, but you're good." ...He let's Henry push him backwards on the bed and kiss him until his mind is blissfully blank, let's Henry undress him carefully...Henry kisses his mouth over and over again and says quietly, "You are good."

But now I'm bleedin'

"A Tuesday night, hiding on the roof of the Residence, pacing so many furious laps that the skin on the backs of his heels splits open and blood soaks into his loafers. His CLAREMONT FOR AMERICA mug...smashed in his bathroom sink. The smell of earl grey coming up from the kitchens, and his throat going painfully tight."

'Cause I knew you

Steppin' on the last train

"He finds a note in the kitchen: Alex, Had to go early for a family matter. Left with the PPOs. Didn't want to wake you. Thank you for everything. X

It's the last message Henry sends him."

Marked me like a bloodstain, I

"...he's gone, stupid lovesick a fucking disaster. The tripwire of 'Things Only People In Love Say and Do' set off."

I knew you

Tried to change the ending Peter losing Wendy, I

"It was never supposed to be an issue," he goes on, his voice hoarse. "I thought I could have some part of you, and just never say it, and you'd never have to know, and one day you'd get tired of me and leave..."

I knew you

Leavin' like a father

"Telling henry about the divorce, those weird tumultuous years, the day he came home from a Boy Scout camp-out to discover his dad's things moved out..."

//

"Seriously?" He says, helpless and indignant. He's still dripping. "What the fuck is going on? A week ago it was emails about how much you missed me and meeting my fucking dad, and that's it? You thought you could fucking ghost me?"

Running like water, I

"And Alex watches helplessly as he turns and starts hauling himself out of the water and onto the dock, pulling his shorts back up shivering legs...he watches Henry walk the long line of the dock, disappearing into the darkness....In the morning, Henry is gone. Alex wakes up to find his bunk empty and made up, the pillow tucked neatly beneath the blanket. He practically throws the door off its hinges running out onto the patio, only to find it empty as well. The yard is empty, the pier is empty. It's like he was never even there."

And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

"I know you're young, but this is a forever decision. Even if you dont stay with him forever, if people find out, that sticks with you forever. So you need to figure out if you feel forever about him."

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

"So,'"she says. "Do you feel forever about him?'" And theres no room left to agonize over it, nothing left to do but say the thing hes known all along. "Yeah," he says. '"I do.'"

I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs

"The thought enters Alex's mind: What if it was never his decision to make? What if he got so caught up in everything Henry is— the words he writes, the earnest, heartsickness of him— he forgot to take into account that it's just how he is, all the time, with everyone? What if hes done the thing he swore he would never do, the thing he hates, and fallen in love with a prince because it was a fantasy?"

The smell of smoke would hang around this long

"He and Henry drift to a swing at the edge if the porch and he curls into Henry's side, buries his face in the collar of his shirt, Henry puts an arm around him, touches the hinge of Alex's jaw with fingers that smell like smoke."

'Cause I knew everything when I was young

"He loves Henry, and it's nothing new. He's been falling in love with Henry for years, probably since he first saw him glossy print on the pages of J-14...That long. That much."

I knew I'd curse you for the longest time

"He's in Henry's face now. If he's getting his heart broken tonight, he's sure as hell going to make Henry have the guts to do it right...[Henry] gets a handful of Alex's shirt collar, and Alex's knows he's going to love this stubborn shithead forever."

Chasing shadows in the grocery line

"In the quiet of the morning, he shows up in pieces. A pile of journals on the desk, the topmost splotched with ink from a pen exploding in his bag on a plane. An oversized cardigan, worn through and patched at the elbows, slung over an antique wingback chair near the window. David's leash hanging from the doorknob...the sheets smell like Henry...Henry never said yes to any kind of future last night...this could very well be the last time he gets to inhale Henry's scent on anything."

I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired

"Tell me you're done with me. I'll get back on the plane. That's it. And you can stay here in your tower and be miserable forever, write a whole book of sad fucking poems about it. Whatever."

And you'd be standing in my front porch light

And I knew you'd come back to me

"The doorknob turns and Alex opens his eyes to find Henry, holding two mugs and smiling a wan, unreadable smile."

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someones bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

"...trying to give you up this week nearly killed me. And when I woke up this morning and looked at you...there's no trying to get by for me anymore."

 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

#this has been sitting in my drafts for literal months #i know it isn't anythin special #but im genuinely proud of this one #i always pictured this chorus as Alex #hope you can see the vision too lol #and i hope y'all like it🫶 #ive done this for so many other songs #firstprince as folklore #ts x rwrb #taylor swift #song association #rwrb #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #firstprince #casey mcquiston

[many-gay-magpies]

HELLO CAN I HEAR MORE OF THE WOLF GIRL MURDER CRYPTID???

She sounds so. So. I beg yuo………..

YES YES OH MY GOD ABSOLUTELY

dude you do not even know I have been trembling like an anxious chihuahua just waiting to be able to go full feral about her to someone. this rocks

OKAY SO. the entire story kind of started because i was listening to a song and i was like you know what this would be great for? being the backing track to a cold open where some girl is running through the woods mid-panic attack after having just killed someone. then it kind of grew a plot from there.

(me, foolishly: oh this will probably not take too long or take up too much space. clearly i forgot just how Able i am to ramble when prompted. put the rest under a cut bc it got LONG)

the cryptid wolf girl herself is named rosalind, or roz for short, or possibly rory for short once she figures out some gender stuff later on... the Central Relationship in the story is between her and her little sister anna. they did... NOT have a great life growing up—dad was an abusive alcoholic, mom was a DEPRESSIVE alcoholic and even when they split up, mom kinda left roz to raise/take care of anna completely on her own... things are better now; mom has cleaned herself up and is trying to be better—but like. that messed roz up lmao. go figure.

so for their whole lives growing up, roz and anna were kind of glued together... ROZ was more of a parent to anna than their own mom, and anna went to her for everything. but in the time of the story, anna's started to Grow Up and Grow OUT of needing her big sister for everything, AND ON TOP OF THAT she's just got herself a boyfriend who fucking sucks and reminds roz WAY too much of their dad... (in my mind I feel like when their parents split and dad left, roz was old enough to actually understand how abusive and shitty he was, but to anna it just seemed like he'd abandoned him, so she's probably a bit stupid about relationships because she's searching for the love she never got from her father/searching for a bandaid to the feeling of abandonment she has from him, but she isn't exactly the healthiest about that and latches onto the first guy that shows her attention, thinking it's Love.)

anyways, this whole deal—anna getting distant, anna being stupid about her bf—makes roz feel Some Type Of Way. she's kind of latched onto her position as anna's pseudo-parent as the crux of her self-worth, so now that anna seems to not NEED her anymore she does not take it well. she wants to protect anna from her toxic bf and from HERSELF, but she can't do a thing and just feels useless because everything she TRIES just ends up pushing anna further away from her. then on her birthday, when she's at her friend's house to celebrate (the best friend she's gay af for, zoe), she makes a wish to be able to protect anna like she used to—aaand the literal moon overhears and basically goes "you have a noble desire, i'll give you my blessing" and turns her into a werewolf (sort of - it's not a whole "turn every full moon" deal, just whenever there's a specific trigger)

anyway like a week after roz's bday when she makes the wish, it's homecoming, and her mom (who is also stupid and just thinks roz hates mark (anna's bf) because she's jealous) has asked her to drive anna to this party mark invited her to... which is in the middle of the woods. with a whole bunch of older high school guys. sure, mom, that's bound to be perfectly safe and legal.

roz has been feeling a little off all week and having weird dreams (unbeknownst to her thanks to her new lunar benefactor). after homecoming, she drives anna to her party... but there is NO FUCKIN WAY she trusts those dudes with her, so she sneaks up to spy on them from the bushes to make sure they're not getting up to any unsavory shit and hurting her little sister. (spoiler alert: they absolutely get up to tons of unsavory shit.) so roz is watching these guys, and it's literally all guys, like anna is the ONLY girl, and they're all older—and they're drinking alcohol, getting progressively more wasted, and anna is refusing but mark keeps pressuring her, and eventually he makes some vague allusions to ah... "loosening her up" with the alcohol so he can have his way with her, while touching her in not-so-great ways... and seeing that triggers roz's first transformation. she just full-on catapults in and tears him to SHREDS, literally. then someone stabs her with a beer bottle and she flees, turns back human, and starts freaking the fuck out because she just killed mark.

okay um. i did not intend to just tell you the entire story up to the point that ive written it. but OH WELL I DID! hope u enjoyed that lmao.

the whole premise of the story is that, despite how much it sucks at first, roz being a werewolf actually kind of brings her, her mom, and her sister closer together... the thing is, the moon, when it heard her wish, it didn't just give her what she asked for—it gave her what she NEEDED. and in general i have lots a feelings about werewolves as the representations of our deepest, most repressed emotions and desires, like if you've seen the whole thing about like "the werewolf is the part of you that LOVES YOU. it is the part of you that is mad at how wrongly you've been treated and wants to PROTECT you." yeah. and i have lots of feelings about the MOON and moon deities as gods of honesty, vulnerability, and seeing the truth of our deepest emotions...

so the wolf is kind of all roz's anger issues just smushed into one big wolfy body. a big theme ive started exploring with the story is that being a werewolf isn't exactly CHANGING roz or making her feel things she's never felt before (like, you know. the murder urges), it's just bringing things she ALWAYS FELT to the forefront and making them unignorable. because above all what roz NEEDS is something to force her to face herself to be able to overcome all the self-hatred she has (because BOY SHIT THERE'S A LOT OF IT). which is also where her relationship with zoe (who ive thought, written, and posted about almost more than the relationship between roz and anna... whoops) comes in.

roz and zoe are best friends. they have been since they were five years old, and zoe has been with roz through like ALLLLL the shit of her seventeen long years. roz is incredibly gay and absolutely in love with zoe, but doesn't realize because she's a fucking dumbass and thinks that's a normal way to feel about her best friend (or, like, maybe she kind of knows something's Different and knows what it IS, but she can't ever let herself realize it fully because ✨internalized homophobia✨).

when the whole wolf thing starts out, roz doesn't tell zoe what's happening, because she's afraid zoe will be afraid of or disgusted by this part of her... which she likes to think is the wolf's doing, but she knows it's really ALWAYS been a part of her. roz keeps the secret from zoe for a WHILE because of this, and keeps pushing her away, but zoe (who Knows roz and loves her back just as intensely) will NOT fucking let her. so there's gonna be like this whole stage of incredibly painful pining, where the moon goddess makes roz realize that she's in love with zoe, but she still hasn't even TOLD zoe about the whole werewolf thing, so there ensue events like: roz in wolf form subconsciously seeking out zoe, breaking out of her house in the middle of the night, going to stand below zoe's window, and then waking up in the morning thinking it was a dream until she sees her window is open and her pajamas are shredded to all hell and goes "shit".

eventually, of course, zoe DOES find out (either by accidentally witnessing a transformation one day or because roz finally caves and tells her, i havent decided yet), and spoiler alert, she isn't disgusted or afraid—she's actually, like, wildly attracted to the feral bloodthirsty vengeful side of roz, because that's the embodiment of roz's deepest, more true self, and zoe has wanted nothing more than to know roz completely—and of course it still takes roz a while to realize zoe's wide-eyed, drop-jawed stares at her are not FEAR but I'M SO GAY IM GONNA OASS OUT HOLY SHIT, because she's fucking stupid.

another honorable mention character: himbo soccer team boy tentatively named matt (gonna change either his or mark's name cuz they're too similar) who witnesses roz partially-transform by accident one day and decides he's going to be absolutely ride-or-die for this tormented lesbian werewolf. he's there for her until she finally gets her shit together and tells zoe what's going on, and long after that. they become a cute little bestie trio and matt ABSOLUTELY realizes how gay roz and zoe are for each other before roz does and he's like JESUS CHRIST JUST KISS ALREADY

(also. most worthy of mention in the yet-to-be-written zoe-and-roz scenes i feel feral about: there's gonna be one after zoe finds out where roz has a really bad transformation, and passes out still wolfed-out in zoe's lap... and she's visibly having a nightmare (plus she's still a wolf which means she's still in crisis mode even though she's sleeping), so zoe starts reading aloud to her while she sleeps until she calms down enough to turn back human... and it starts out as just zoe doing what she's ALWAYS done to comfort and soothe roz, but since roz is ASLEEP it devolves into zoe pouring out her true feelings without roz awake to hear them... then roz wakes up in the middle of zoe reciting shakespeare's sonnet 57 to her and it's like. INSANELY gay. and the whole time matt's off to the side like holy shit.)

ANYWAYS YEAH THAT WAS. A LOT HAHA. I hope u like my feral unhinged asshole werewolf girl :)

#asks #the wolf #do you know what youve unleashed? #noncon warning #rape ment #<- very minor but the scene/actions descriped could still be potentially triggering

[softhairedhotch]

HAHSHAHAHA i must say great minds think (and type) alike ‼️‼️‼️‼️ literally when i first found ur blog i was like my god someone who literally has the same big brain as me?!?!?? (except, you have A Much Bigger Brain because YOUR WRITING????? im absolutely in Love AHHHHH thank u for filling the void in me like literally not just the smut like THE FLUFF?!?!? please i just want to cup his face and kiss him so gently n obviously not just that like i just feel So Seen as a gay guy who's just so down bad for him)

anyway thank u for putting the image of him straddling and fucking my face bc it will now be stuck in my head for a good while 👍 also in other filthy thoughts personally i think that man is downright disgusting . like yeah he typically is a very hygienic and # clean man but when it comes to sex... boy does he like to make a MESS . personally i think he'd more often like to not waste his cum and have stuff it deep inside your holes BUT.... i think he'd also go absolutely feral at the thought and sight of marking you. WOOFFFFFFFFFFF 😵‍💫😵‍💫

also he seems like a guy who would make so much noise . like other than his little words of affection and phrases, he definitely makes all the noises out there possible- gasps, grunts, moans, whimpers, whines. there are TOO many times where i'm watching/listening to porn and then im like ... Hold On... that sounds just like how aaron would sound or what he'd actually say.... and then i'm suddenly on my knees, a whole mess n wishing he was real.

anyway he's just so . this man occupies too much space in my thoughts. FML im sorry this ask got SO out of hand idk when did it become 827482 words long... n speaking of hands, maybe that would be the most apt emoji for me 🤲 (aka me praying to be aaron's boyfriend... or me just handling his heavy balls tbh)

FRRRR ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ and awwwwww thank you sm!! i'm so glad you've enjoyed my writing <33 ive got a few more things in the works so i hope you enjoy them too! and YES i am soooo so glad that i can help you feel seen <3 i gottttaaaa write more male reader fics bc it's deserved fr hehe

i mean im writing a few male oc things where they get with aaron so i hope that also interests you!! but yeah hopefully more male reader fics to come!! also if you have any requests (🤭) feel free to ask and i'll try to get around to it 💪

also you're welcoooomeee 🤭🤭 and GOD YESSSSS he does not waste it!! i firmly believe that one of his favourite things is cumming down your throat and when it leaks outta your mouth he swipes it up with his thumb before pushing it inside your mouth <3 once he's cleaned you up he'll kiss you to taste himself 🤭 orrrrrr if he's coming inside you he makes sure to push it back inside before licking it all up ‼️ but if you're not one for cum eating then he'd just make sure to fill you with his cum to make you his own 🥰

and you've just made me think of the fact that he definitely loves to mark you up!! he loves being marked up too but sometimes he's against it because of work (but he can't resist it if you start kissing across his jaw n neck n collarbone 😏) so the next Best Thing is making the most of doing it to YOU!!! he'd leave pretty bruises across your skin n chest n tummy n thighs and he'd be soooo proud of himself for it 🤭🤭 he loves seeing the marks he's left on you whenever he can, especially when it's in a softer moment like you're cuddling on the couch and your shirt rises up and he sees faint teeth marks or a lil mark <3 it just makes him feel so satisfied

and YESSS that man is SUCH A MOANER. he makes allll the prettiest noises and he tries to hide them but he can't with you!! bc you make him feel soooo good and bc you beg him to let all his cute whines and whimpers and moans out :3 also that comment about watching porn and being like "... aaron would say/do that" is SOOOO REAL (which is why i started reblogging all those gifs n pics lol, i NEED to have a visual for the shit i think up of this man bc i need him So Bad and it's important for my mental health) (it's not but he's a cutie patootie so it counts) (i just love him okay)

and NO DONT APOLOGISE i loooooove long asks and i hope you send more in the future!! especially out of hand ones hehe bc you just GET IT!!! YOU GET IT!!!! YOU GET HIM AND YOU UNDERSTAND AND GODDDDD i need to talk about aaron with you ALWAYS your brain is sooo big!!!! and you're so fucking funny HELPP THE EMOJI 😭😭😭 THAT IS SO GOOD LMFAOO YOU BETTER HOLD HIS HUGE HEAVY MEATY BAWLS okay you're now 🤲 anon <3 nice to meet you!!! thank you sm fr these asks hehe you've made my day

#casks #casper's anons #🤲 anon #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #aaron smut inspo.