#then one day I'll be ready for a new relationship and I'll meet someone else

[doritochoi]

driving test | C.S

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

genre: smut because is my fav

warnings: strangers, boss x secretary relationship, unprotected sex( kids dont do that irl)

summary: You fucked up with your driving instructor's son and find out that he is your boss and you are his secretary.

A/n: It took me 1 month to write this, but I finally finished it. Let me know what you think. I am waiting for new suggestions in the comments. ✨

banner by @cafekitsune

Today you were supposed to meet with your driving instructor. Usually 12 o'clock was not a problem for you, but this morning you woke up at 11:30. You wanted your license for a long time and you worked really hard. You got ready quickly, and when you left the house you received a message from your instructor that he can't come because he got sick and someone else will come in his place, his son. This day could be worse than it was. You didn't like to meet new people, especially if its someone you didn't know. However, you were curious about this mysterious guy. Maybe he was really nice and maybe it won't be that bad.

You arrived at the place where you were supposed to meet him. You can say that you saw an angel in front of your eyes. This man had such beautiful features that you couldn't even move from there. What If you couldn't focus at all because of him? He was dressed in a slightly transparent shirt, making you look at his well-sculpted body .Those leather pants fit him perfectly and that perfume smelled incredibly good making you feel like your in heaven. His sharp eyes were looking directly into your soul giving you unusual sensations. This man was extremely gorgeous and he wasn't even that close to you. His hair was curly and fluffy, making you want to put your hands through his hair and ruffle it. He was standing in front of you, and all you did was just stare at him.

Mr. Choi often told you that his son was really handsome and good at driving, but you didn't really pay attention to him until now. "Hi, I am Choi San , nice to meet you!",even his voice was so sweet just like him."H-hello! I am Y/n!", you couldn't even form a sentence. You stuttered so badly that he noticed. "You don't have to be shy, I won't eat you." Your voice was already lost. You couldn't say anything anymore, it made you feel really embarrassed. "Let's go, the car is here". You were driving, but something unexpected happens. You never failed. Is it because of this handsome man who was sitting next to you? Ofc it was, well..it wasn't his fault, but he intimidated you so much that you couldn't concentrate at all. "Are you okay? You dont look good.Do you want to stop?" The only thing you were thinking right now, it was how his lips would feel on yours. You were already staring at him too much, until he started to notice. "Dreaming about me, sweetheart?" His voice made you startle and come to reality. You widened your eyes, seeing him tilt his head towards you, looking at you with those lustful eyes. "If you don't answer me, I might kiss you and I don't think you want that." His voice had already changed to a husky one, making you feel dominated by him. His hand slowly went down to your thigh, caressing you there, then going as high as possible. He started to bring his face closer to yours. You thinked he wanted to kiss you, but he just moved closer to your ear whispering some words. "My dad is home right now, if you want i can book a hotel for us." You couldn't say a word. You blinked a few times and looked at him. "I'll take this as a yes."

You got out of the car and he called a taxi to come. You arrived at the hotel. It seemed to be super expensive and not everyone could stay there. But you don't really about that right now, all you care about is that you will definitely have sex with a stranger. A fucking handsome stranger. When you entered in the elevator, San couldn't take his hands off you. He pressed you on the wall and put his hands on your hips, kissing you passionately as if you were his dinner. "Fuck, I want you so bad." ,he said through the kiss, then a sound was heard, knowing that you had reached the floor. The room that he booked was a very large one, with an elevator, making your situation easier. You got out of the elevator, and the first thing San does is to throw you on the bed, laying on top of you. You could feel how excited he was just through his pants so he started to kiss your neck and you moaned with pleasure at his touches." Take it off!" ,he told you this referring to the mini dress that you were wearing ,which was extremely revealing anyway. Seeing your skin makes him even more turned on. You struggled to take off the dress, but because you were too excited at the moment and the fact that you were put in an unusual situation, you got stuck and couldn't do anything. He got angry and tore your dress with his teeth. I don't need to say anything about the panties, because they were already gone is 2 seconds.

Now, you were in front of him. He looks at you like a piece of painting untouched by anyone. One of the most beautiful pieces he ever seen. He started to kiss you so passionately. You have never been touched like this. You could see that he was experienced. His cold hands roamed over your perfect boobs, then he went lower and lower until he felt how wet you were. "Oh, i made you wet, sweety?" , while he puts two fingers in you. He looked at you how you were moaning and screaming his name to do it faster, making him satisfied by the sounds. They were music to his ears. Then he started to lick you, feeling his tongue exploring every part of your dripping pussy. His tongue was moving so well, all you could do was scream his name as loud as you could. When he realized that you were close, he stopped instantly, stealing a good orgasm from you and in 5 seconds you were seeing his huge cock. Your eyes were focused at his pink tip, seeing how much attention he needed. His veiny hands were spreading your legs, rubbing his cock against your cunt, making you to throw back your head on the pillow. You felt so needy that you wanted him inside you, but he kept teasing you and watching you struggle. "San...please...", you beg him to be touched. "Please what?", he looked at you, seeing that he was able to get what he wanted, being proud of himself. You stood up, your face moving closer to his lips, his eyes exploring every feature on your face. "Fuck me", your hand roamed his abdomen, until it reached even lower, touching his member. You didn't even get to put your hand on his dick, because he grabbed your hand and threw you back on the bed.

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You never imagined that you would ever end up sleeping with someone, especially someone you don't know. You stopped thinking because you felt something entering you. The way you moaned, made San push himself even harder into you. One hand was on your boob massaging you, and the other on your pussy, rubbing it with slow movements. "Ah baby, you take me so good", you heard him groan, then a slap was heard that made your ass itch after. "Ready for us to cum?", You nodded, unable to say a word. His cock was hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, that spot only he could reach. "Fuck ," San cooed in your ear as you came. He whispered sweet words, kissing your temple as you began to calm down. He groaned, pumping into you a few more times before filling you with his white seed. He fell next to you, exhausted. You fell asleep so quickly that all you remembered was that he held you in his arms and you both fell asleep.

The sunlight woke you up, feeling a terrible pain between your legs, reminding you of what happened last night. Your cheeks turned pink, seeing that a muscular arm was holding you, not wanting to let you go. You slowly got out of bed, not wanting to wake him up and ruin his precious sleep. After all, he was just as tired as you. But you had to go. Today was your first day at work. You were looking for a job for a long time, and yesterday before this incident happened, you received an email that you were hired. You don't know what was in your mind to do such a thing. Even if you didn't want to leave, you had to. Without leaving a note or a phone number, you hurried, taking the elevator because San had rented a room on the top floor. What a good idea.

Getting into the taxi, you told the driver the address and in 10 minutes you reached your destination. You got out of the car, seeing the biggest building you had ever seen. Of course, rich people worked here. You could see it only by the way they were dressed and by the cars they had. You went inside, and while you were staring at how beautiful that place was. A lady came towards you. "Hello miss! You are new, right?", "Yes! I got hired yesterday.", she took your hand and you headed to the elevator. "Let me guide you to the meeting room.", you were a little surprised not expecting someone to help you on the your first day. You entered that big door, and there were a lot of people, probably looking for a job just like you. Someone opened the door causing the noise in the room to disappear. You turned around, your eyes not knowing what to do at that moment, whether to look or not. It was Choi San. Just when you thought you got rid of him, he just appears in front of you. He was dressed in a suit. The shirt and pants fit perfectly on his body. His hair was different. Everything was different. His glasses fit perfectly, and those fucking lips. You remembered how those lips kissed you all over, making you moan with pleasure. His eyes were looking somewhere, as if they wanted to look for someone. You turned your back pretending to look through the sheets. Feeling how he passes by, you could see him talking with other people. The meeting was over, you were getting ready to pack your things and go to see your office, but a hand appeared and closed the door in front of you. "Not you, Y/n", once you heard him call your name, your heart started beating fast. You turned around and your back felt the wall and a chest appeared in front of you. "Why are you trying to act like nothing happend, Miss Y/n?", he smirked at you putting his hands on your waist, going lower. "Why don't you pretend like nothing happened?", you told him, believing that if you look like you don't care, he will leave you alone. "Nothing? Was it all nothing to you?", you were really surprised. You didn't expect that answer from him, you thought it was just a one-night stand, but in fact he was interested in you. "Why? Are you interested in me?" , "Maybe", he untied his tie in front of you, throwing it on the desk, sitting on the chair looking at you with a look that you couldn't describe. "You can go to your office Miss Y/n, I'll come to you later", you didn't say anything, you just closed the door leaving him alone there in his office sipping his coffee.

While you settled in the office, San was extremely sad and confused. A wave of unknown feelings began to come to make him think about you and about last night. Walking down the hall, passing by his office, you heard that someone was there. The door was a little open so you could peek inside. Your body started to boil, seeing an employee talking to San. She was next to him, slightly bent over so that her cleavage could be seen. As you headed back to your office, A hand pulled you into a dark room and then pinned you to the wall. You were a little scared, but when you felt that wonderful scent of San's perfume, you relaxed. " Huh? Weren't you too busy? What do you want?" , He didn't have to say anything, he came closer to your face and kissed you passionately so that the kiss lasted forever, never forgetting this moment. "W-wait not here". "Then, after we leave come to my house, we have to finish something."

#ateez scenarios #ateez #ateez imagine #ateez smut #san ateez #san x reader #atz #san smut #san ff #ateez x reader

[hyperactive-cowboy]

Ok so I've never posted nor let someone else read any of my stories, so this is a little of a bet with myself but the christmas vibe in me is really strong this year, plus I started to hardly ship those two lately, so here we go.

I'd like you to let me know if there are any mistakes or if it sucks but don't be too harsh loves i'm not a native english speaker. Also the other two chapters (if I'll still be in the vibe) will surely be released before 2024. ENJOYYY

I just wanna see my baby standing right outside my door

Warnings: just fluff and angst

Ship: F1 involved!Lando Norris × not F1 involved!Oscar Piastri (established relationship)

Wc: 3.3k

Chapter: 1, 2, 3

Summary: AU where Lando is away and Oscar misses him while he prepares a christmas party to surprise his boyfriend, but someone other makes an even bigger surprise for him.

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It wasn't the first time he woke up near a cold pillow and an empty space, he was used to it.

But still, every time he opened his eyes, surrounded by his smell, he wished to find him playing with his hair, smiling, even snoring. The only thing that mattered was that he was there.

Lando had flown away the week before to film some stupid Christmas videos for his stupid work in that stupid team.

Couldn't they film the videos while the season wasn't over yet? Absolutely no! They had to take him away from him the Christmas week.

Oscar turned around and crawled out of the bed, taking the jacket Lando used every winter morning to feel warmer. He almost never felt cold, but the familiar presence on his shoulders warmed his heart. And also he wasn't ready to leave behind the smell of chocolate and cinnamon Lando's pillow had.

He took his phone and unlocked it to see the notifications: two were from Lando (his usual "good morning" with one of his smile's pic and a big red heart), three were from Logan (who asked him if they could meet up for launch to organize the christmas party they have been talking about for a few months) and one from his boss (asking him if he could do an exchange of shifts on thursday).

Oscar answered first his boss with a "yes", and then a "yes" to Logan, for last answered his boyfriend with a "morning love❤️".

Oscar decided it was the moment to be productive, so he did breakfast and then got washed. He took a notepad and a blue pen, starting to write down some ideas for later.

After some time of brainstorming, he took his phone again and texted Lando to know if he could call him in the next few minutes.

As an answer, his phone immediately started to ring with the special ringtone he had set for when his boyfriend called him.

"Hey" as Oscar heard that stupidly sweet voice he started smiling.

"Hey"

Awkward silence

"Hi" Lando laughed.

"Hi. How is it going?"

"Everything's okay. We should film the last bit this noon, then the editing and last the return trip, and then i'll be home again" 

There was a background noise, but Oscar didn't mind it.

"So you think you'll be home tomorrow afternoon?"

"Ehm… no actually I don't think I'll see you at least until friday"

"Friday??" Oscar was shocked. Usually Lando was away for not even a whole week. This time they would've taken him away for nine days. Another four days before touching his soft curls and hug him. 

Oscar snorted and Lando laughed softly.

"I swear it won't feel this long. I lov-"

"Lando?" 

No answers

"Hey are you there?" 

Again no sounds from his phone. 

He hung up and sent a message to Lando asking him what happened.

Oscar turned off his phone and looked at the clock on the wall in front of him. 

He had to hurry. He was late. He was never late and the few times he had been it was all Lando's fault. Well, this time could also be considered Lando's fault. 

His cell lit up for a new notification but Oscar was too busy getting ready to notice it.

He took the phone, the keys and the paper sheet with the party's ideas and rushed out of his house to lock it.

Once in the car, Oscar acknowledged the way he was dressed: a simple pair of gray sweatpants and one of Lando's hoodies. He sighed but then left out a soft laugh: this was one of the reasons why he loved having a boyfriend who wore the same size as him, having a double closet.

"You are late" is the first thing Logan says to his life-long friend

"Hey it's a pleasure to see you too"

"I've been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes" Logan opens his eyes wide to confirm his statement.

"Hey slow down I already have some ideas" 

Oscar grabbed the sheet and exposed all his ideas to his friend. 

They should've only launched together but the meeting lasted until half past four. 

They had everything ready. Now they only needed to call their friends to invite them over.

Only after coming back home, he read Lando's text: sorry the line went dead, call me again when you can ❤ ️.

Of course Lando knew he was busy with this party organization thing, so he would've waited for him.

Oscar couldn't call him that exact moment, so he decided that the second he walked through his house's door he would've written a note on his fridge to remind himself to call his boyfriend as fast as possible.

If his calculus were correct, Lando would've landed at the airport two days after the party, the 23rd of the month. Just right in time with the Christmas celebration at his parent's.

He was mentally destroyed by the fact that Lando wouldn't have been with him at the party, but it has already been postponed enough. 

Passing by the fridge not giving it even a look, Oscar selected the first person he was sure he wanted at the party.

Well, if he couldn't have his boyfriend there, he would at least have his boyfriend's best friend.

"Hey Osc, long time no see" he hears Max's voice through the phone as brilliant as in real life.

"Yeah it has been a tough period. We were planning a christmas party at our place on wednesday, are you in?" Oscar asks directly, he has a lot of people to call and a little time to do it.

"But isn't Lando away?" 

"Yeah, we wanted to do this thing together, but then he was called away and we can't postpone it anymore" 

Max lightly giggled. Oscar couldn't tell why, but he imagined it was because of something that was happening there.

"Yeah I think I'll be there" 

"K, thanks mate. And you can come with who you want" 

"Great, thanks. Bye"

After Max hung up, Oscar called a lot of the other members of the grid and some other friends, giving them the same instruction as he did before. He didn't mind calling Charles though 'cause he knew he would've come with Max (Verstappen).

When he controlled the clock for the 100th time, it was too late to have a snack, so he decided to start preparing dinner.

He was also used to cooking. Lando wasn't a total mess at it, but a little gremlin menace yes.

He took out of the freezer a couple of vegan burgers and some strange vegetable his mum was obsessed with (which he didn't remember the name of).

Closing the freezer, he got up. His sight arrived perfectly at the same height as the note he had taken before, but totally forgot about.

Oscar took a pan for the burgers and a pot for the vegetables so fast he was about to fall into the drawer. Started cooking his dinner and rushed out of the kitchen to call Lando.

"Honey I'm so so sorry I didn't call you earlier, I know it's late where you are now. You were probably asleep and I woke you up but I got so invested in this damn thing I even forgot to have a snack mid invites"

"Woah slow down there Flash. No worries, here's just two hours later than there, I just got back to my room" Lando laughed. 

Oscar sighed in relief. Lando was already under enough stress, he didn't want to add to that by interrupting his sleep schedule. Although he knew his boyfriend wasn't picky when it came to places to sleep.

"Oh okay sorry. Didn't want to upset you"

"No way. You could never"

Even if Lando couldn't see him, Oscar blushed. Maybe it was a good thing Lando wasn't there with him.

"Oh thanks then. Anyway I called everybody who was on the list and got everything ready" 

"Well done, did everybody confirm?" 

"Mm…" Oscar checked his notes and answered with a "nope", popping the "p".

"Pierre and Daniel are not sure, but everybody else will be here" Oscar explained.

"Good. Even Max said yes?"

"Don't know which one you are asking about but yes, both of them said so" 

For the nth time that day Oscar felt dumb not knowing the reason for some things that happened to him (ex. Max laughing at him on the phone) and felt even dumber thinking about those things. Of course people had their own lives beside him.

He was pretty sure it was the loneliness speaking in his mind. Still he decided to give an answer to one of those questions

"Lando, why did the line die like that before? It looked like you entered some galleries" he asked to test the waters. 

"Uhm… Yeah actually there was a black out, so I think it was its fault" 

"Oh okay, sorry" Oscar felt even more stupider now. 

"I just wanted to hear your voice" he admitted.

"Hey baby I miss you too" Lando whispered to him.

That sentence melted his heart. He was literally dying to see his boyfriend again, and couldn't wait for Friday to arrive.

The day had arrived.

That early morning he and Logan had met to prepare his house and give him the keys, given the fact that from 10am to 4pm he would have been at work.

Max had insisted on helping them out and insidied into his house nearly earlier than his best friend.

"Don't worry. This will be the best party you've ever been to" Max assured him.

"Do I have to remind you this is MY house? Maybe I should be the one preparing it"

"We will be better than you, trust me" Logan entered the conversation.

He and Max weren't even that close, but still they were playing against him as a team.

"Okay then. Just don't burn down my home please. I would like it to be still in one piece when I come back" and with this sentence he left his house, shaking a little, in the hands of two feral menaces. 

One part of him was even glad for them because he didn't think he would have made it to the night if he had to do everything by himself.

Oscar wrapped the christmas-themed scarf around his neck and prayed to every deity to let him have a peaceful day. 

When Oscar got in the elevator that took him to his house he could already hear the last notes of "Santa tell me" and was almost relieved to have the certainty that the apartment was the same as how he left it. Just with some more decorations, music and lights.

Oscar slowly opened the door, being scared of something jumping on him, but instead got nearly blinded.

His two friends didn't prepare anything to scare him, but they did put up a whole lot of multicolored led lights on his ceiling.

Every piece of furniture was embellished by red, green or white christmas balls and fancy ribbons. Even the rug in his living room has changed from a neutral striped one to a "light up says one christmas tree to another". The joke wasn't even funny, but still it made him smile. They had maneged to even find a piece of mistletoe to hang under the door.

And as if he couldn't be more shocked than that, when Oscar entered his kitchen he was surprised by an extended variety of food, from olives and other snacks to a delicious-looking cake, from a not-cooked-yet roast to at least a hundred chocolate cookies with gingerbread man drawn on them.

Even more shocking was the sight of Max with a Santa stiled apron and cookie dough all over his face, while Logan was singing "Last Christmas" not getting even one note.

"What in the world you two" Oscar exclaimed.

The two friends fastly turned towards him. They hadn't heard him coming in and were a little scared at first by that reaction. 

Logan and Max looked at each other not knowing what was happening, and the american instinctively stood up in front of his new friend to try and protect him. 

Oscar jumped on Max and Logan, but not to hurt him. He really wanted to give them a hug. So he did.

It felt strange for him to hug someone who wasn't his parents or his sisters. Even when it was Lando doing it, it felt weird the first times (and still did a bit, to be fair).

"Thank you for everything" Oscar said when he felt his friends get comfortable in his arms.

"That's no problem mate, really" Max replied.

Oscar was on the verge of tears. For him this act mattered more than a thousand words.

Not knowing what to say, he just squeezed his friends even more.

The last guest had arrived. At the end, neither of the hypothetical two more guests could come.

Pierre had already flown away to France to spend the holidays with his family and Danny was spending his first Christmas with his girlfriend's parents (he was so nervous when he gave Oscar an answer).

The party was being wonderful until then. 

Everything was at their place, all the people that mattered to him (to them) were there, all the food were cooked and ready, the music was loud but joyful and even the smell was fantastic: chocolate and gingerbread. Even Charles -in that ugly jumper- was there, he came with Max (Verstappen), like Oscar thought. So Christmas coded. Perfect.

There was just one thing missing: him. Lando. 

Oscar thought about sending him a video or a picture, but then looked at the watch on his wrist. It was 10PM. Too late to try. The next day Lando would've started his return to home and he needed to be ready and rested for that.

He'd have just taken some pics and videos and sent them to Lando the next day.

Oscar decided it wasn't the right time to get sad and that he could have cried about it later that night, maybe with a mug filled with hot chocolate or a big bottle of gin. 

He put his phone in the back pocket of his jeans and started chatting with Liam and some other friends from F2 and F3.

Oscar was suspicious of Max. He was surely going to do something crazy in some way. It was at least the eleventh time he had gone to the kitchen that night without a reason -all the food was in the living room and they had also bought a mini fridge and wrapped a big red ribbon around it just so they DIDN'T have to always go to the kitchen to take the drinks.

Oscar followed his friend and peeked from outside the door and saw Max giggling and jumping like a schoolgirl while he was texting someone on his phone.

Like literally. He was coordinating little jumps on the spot and moving his arms. 

He was so stunned by the scene before him he didn't even realize his friend wasn't watching the phone anymore. 

"Hey man no one ever told you to not overhear?" Max scolded him with a strange look on his face.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to-" his friend had closed the door in front of his face. HIS door of HIS kitchen in front of HIS face. And didn't even stutter. Because he was distracted by Max acting like some teen.

If possible, Oscar was even more astonished.

He turned around still with his mouth a little open. He headed to the drinks table and took the one which looked the most alcoholic.

If he couldn't have neither his boyfriend nor his house for his own, at least he would've gotten drunk. 

He surely got drunk.

That one drink was followed by many others, every single one with a different color and taste. Some more alcoholic than others.

Oscar wanted to find someone to get absolutely wasted with. Someone like one of his oldest friends. Someone like Logan.

In fact, Oscar hadn't seen Logan for a while now. 

He stood up from the armchair he had fallen into earlier and all the room around him started to rotate, "Jingle bell rock" in the speakers more powerful than ever.

He took just one step, then he felt like he was flying. Oscar didn't know how it happened but a moment later he was faceplanted in the sofa cushion.

"Mate what the-" Oscar heard a familiar voice and then two hands took him by his arms and helped him get up.

A blond lock of hair shone in Oscar's face and finally the voice and hands had also a face and a name. 

"Ehy, what are you doing?" Logan sounded worried. Why was he worried? Oscar really couldn't tell. Everything was going the right way. 

"It's going to be a mess" Logan looked from his right to his left and then did it again, trying to find a solution to a problem Oscar didn't even understand.

"'m kay. No worries jus lemme sit" he didn't even have the time to bend, he immediately felt transported towards the exit of the room.

"C'mon I'm helping you get ready, you shouldn't resist so much" Logan dragged him into the bathroom and opened the tap.

He stood Oscar up "I'm sorry mate" Logan said just before pushing his head right under the coldest water he had ever felt on his body.

Suddenly Oscar's irises contracted and his brain resumed part of his normal functions. He pushed away from the sink but instantly had to bow on the toilet.

When he got up and watched himself in the mirror, he was sure he had never looked this bad. His longer-than-usual hair was glued to his forehead, his skin glowed with sweat and water, half of his shirt was covered in vomit while the other one was soaked with alcohol. 

Oscar thanked his best friend and opened the door, heading to the living room murmuring about needing to kick out all those people.

"No no no mate, what are you doing? We need to change your clothes and get read-" Logan talked so fastly he nearly stumbled on his words, taking Oscar by his arm and trying to move him towards the closet in his bedroom. 

"Nope, I'm ending this party in ten minutes, you can stay if you want but everybody else needs to exit now. I'm not in the conditions to continue this" 

"But- but you can't" Logan sounded desperate. "Okay well you can, just- just change your shirt. This one is so dirty I can't even look at it"

Oscar took another look at himself and had to admit his friend was right. 

A clean and fragrant white shirt later, Oscar was entering his living room with the intention of guiding everybody out of his house. 

One step in the room, the sound of his doorbell rang in the air. 

Max Fewtrell ran out of the kitchen (why was he still in there?) with a crazy smile.

"My guest must've arrived" he announced directly to Oscar, inviting him to open the door.

His guest? Oh yeah the one Oscar had told him he could take with himself. But why would someone arrive this late to a party? He had no idea, but still he went to the door, opening it without even looking who was ringing through the peephole.

Oscar was drunk. Wasted even. It was surely an image created by his flooded brain to make fun of him, but when he looked around to see if anyone else could see his vision, he was hit by a hundred flash lights.

So it wasn't just his imagination.

Lando. His boyfriend. Was really on one knee in front of him, out of his door.

#f1 #formula 1 #oscar piastri #lando norris #max fewtrell #logan sargeant #landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #landoscar fic #oscar piastrixlando norris #f1 fluff #f1 angst

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

5. "Why did I give her my shirt? Why couldn't I just let her wear her own?" For Uramichi? Like reader stayed over at his home because it suddenly poured as his home is nearer & reader needs a change of clothes?

Rainy Days Like This {Uramichi}

Pairing: Uramichi Omota x reader

Warnings: mentions of depression

Despite having been dating each other for two months now, your relationship still felt new to Uramichi. He was so used to being alone and spending his evenings either still in work or at home working out, letting out the rare occassions where he would meet with his colleagues.

He still wasn't used to you sometimes waiting for him to get done with work, visiting him on set on your days off, or staying over at each other's house sometimes. Especially the last one had to be arranged beforehand so either you or Uramichi could bring pyjamas with you.

"Fuck I am freezing..." You mumbled as soon as you entered his apartment. It was common knowledge that Uramichi walked to the studio so when you visited him earlier that day you had no idea it would rain and that the two of you would end up soaking wet.

His house had been closer so you had practically ran there. The comfort provided by the somewhat warm apartment almost made you cry; it was freezing outside.

"I'll get you something to wear." Uramichi mumbled, helping you with taking off your soaked jacket.

He was back in mere seconds, carrying one of his hoodies and a pair of clean grey sweatpants; most importantly dry. You quietly took the clothes from his hands and went to the bathroom to get changed. At the point the two of you were right now, the truth was that even if you stayed in his bedroom while he was getting changed he wouldn't mind. He had seen you naked many times and vice versa. But right that very moment the bathroom seemed like the best option.

In slow movements, you removed your clothes. Uramichi had turned on the heater for sure since the small apartment was slowly gettting warmer and warmer and you could feel your limbs gaining sensation once more.

You took some time, admiring yourself in the mirror. Not once had you worn his clothes and you could for certain now say that they looked kind of big on you but not because of the height difference. Uramichi was built almost like an ancient Greek god after all those years spent in gymnastics.

All of a sudden you heard a muffled voice coming from the bedroom and since you were now ready, you opened the bathroom door only to see Uramichi pacing nervously back and fourth. It was an odd sighting. His facial expression was earily calm, not even a hint of emotion but he was mumbling to himself as if something serious had happened.

"Why did I give her my shirt?" He spoke the moment you opened your mouth to speak. He still hadn't noticed you, he hadn't even bothered changing clothes or drying his hair. "Why couldn't I just let her wear her own?"

"Excuse me?" You cut him off immediately, confused. It was completely out of his character to say things like that.

Uramichi turned to look at you, surprised. It did take him a few seconds to process the fact that not only you had heard him but you were also standing in front of him, wearing his clothes. Not someone else's. His. When the realisation hit him, it hit him like a truck, his eyes widening and a rare blush tinting his cheeks.

"Oh my god you're blushing!" You exclaimed, not once having seen him blush. It wasn't like him to do so, most of the times he seemed painfully indifferent to any cute moments -though you had this theory that he was secretly noting down every single cute memory of you.

"Delete it from your memory!"

"Absolutely not!" You bursted out laughing before taking a small step closer to him, making a small twirl. "How do I look?"

"Gorgeous." Uramichi responded, his face back to being indifferent. This time, however, it was softer than usual, softer than you had ever witnessed.

"For someone who looked so anxious over me wearing his shirt you certa-"

His lips were cold and trembling when they met yours. They were so soft since he always applied lip balm but it wasn't that that made you melt in his arms. It was the way he held your face, the way he took it in his hands, cupping your cheeks so gently as if they were made out of glass.

Not once had you seen him so... hungry for something. He was kissing you as if it was your first time all over again. It was odd but cute exactly because Uramichi would most likely never do something like that again, at least not now, still so early in your relationship. He would never kiss you so suddenly any time soon but you would. You would, especially when the time called for it.

"You really do look gorgeous." He whispered, his hands falling softly to your waist.

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[love-hatred-stuff]

solo [sequel shot]

》 alright so I know it's starts off rough but this is for those who needed a happy end for my fic "solo"

Enjoy my babiesss :3 ♡

"Come on. Please tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it."

"I'm wrong, James! I was wrong and that isn't your fault. I just don't wanna hang out anymore." A few tears slipped past your eyelids. You were devastated and you knew this day would come. You knew one day he'll find someone that's better than you. Not as broken as you. More useful as a partner in a relationship and not someone who ruins fucking everything.

You were truly heartbroken. But you tried to be happy for him and you were actually. It stung nonetheless, seeing him with another girl that seems to be so put together, so emotionally available. Complete opposite of you and you guess that's why it hurt even more. Him picking someone who is the exact opposite personality type of yours, not to mention someone who looks completely different from what you looked like. It underlined your deepest fear, him actually prefering everything that doesn't represent you.

The thought that had held you together for the past years had suddenly lost its meaning, the thought that he loved you more than anyone else, his promise to be always available for you, vanished, broken. You tried to understand, but it was more than just hard to comprehend.

"But why won't you tell me the reason!?" Bucky was crushed when he heard from you that you can't see each other anymore privately, that he had to forget about you and your close friendship. Because what you didn't know, was that he still loved you, he never stopped. He had never found someone better than you because for him someone like that doesn't even exist. Bucky only ever wanted you to be his, the person he's been in love with for the past two years, the one that he can't help but feel the need to take care of.

"I can't just say 'yeah okay, I won't bother you anymore' to my best friend of so many years I've lost count! You're not just a friend to me, y/n. You're everything I have. You're the only person that truly knows me." James wiped his mouth in desperation. He couldn't loose you. He'd stop breathing.

"Yeah, clearly not." You mumbled under your breath.

"What was that?" He didn't quite catch that.

"James, you know how I am. I'm selfish, manipulative and stubborn. I can't look at your face anymore. Not while knowing you're thinking of someone else while looking a me."

Buckys eyes widened. Only now realising what was going on.

"Why would I do that? I only ever think of you. My brain doesn't even know what to think of otherwise. Would you mind to explain what or who got you thinking this way?" He k ow demanded further explanation.

"I don't wanna talk about this anymore. I'm gonna head home." Was the only answer you gave him, taking your bag, ready to leave him the fuck alone with his new girl.

"I think the fuck not." Bucky walked in front of you, blocking your way.

Now it was your turn to be surprised. He never talked to you like this. He barely cursed.

"I really should though, I don't wanna take away your quality time with someone else." It may have sounded childish but you meant it. You didn't wanna take away his chance to find and enjoy love. You've done that enough the past years.

"What are you even talking about? I don't have anyone else to spend my time with, are you kidding me?" He was endlessly confused.

This was the last straw, now you were getting angry. He should stop acting like he wasn't meeting up with this girl that he met at a party. You were fucking there when they introduced each other. And you were convinced he had already slept with her. Though you wouldn't blame him, as she really was gorgeous, not only that, but she seemed genuine, too. A real catch.

"Are you kidding me?! James, stop acting like there's nothing between Anna and you! I know there is, I have eyes, you know. Besides, Steve always tells me how much you talk, not only with her but also about her. And knowing that makes me sick! I want you to be happy, and if that happiness doesn't require me, I'm fine with that, but I don't wanna watch you fall in love with her! I just can't, okay? So my decision is to avoid you two so I don't have to look at it any fucking longer, or else I'll go insane!" That's it. That's all you had to say. It was more than you intended to but at least you've got it out.

Bucky just stood there, completely baffled, speechless. He couldn't believe it.

You've tried to shove him out of your way, but he didn't budge.

"If you aren't gonna say anything, can I leave?" You groaned, feeling vulnerable now that he knew your heart.

"So you are telling me, you're jealous of Anna? Of someone who'll always be more interested in you than me?" Your heart began to race.

"Are you implying that she isn't into guys?" You wanted to make sure, not quite getting his point.

Bucky nodded calmly.

"Yeah, she's into you though." He replied.

"Oh my God!" You scoffed, embarrassed by yourself, looking anywhere except his eyes.

"I really thought you liked her. I thought you two were hooking up. I'm so sorry for misinterpreting this, James."

"Quit with the 'James'. You were jealous, weren't you?" He nudged you.

"I guess I was." You nodded shyly.

"Does that mean that- that you like me?" His cheeks getting rosy, you looked up at him.

"Of course I like you, dork!" You laughed, but he sighed.

"No I mean; really like me. As in you're in love me?" Bucky was unsure and scared asking this, but it was time to make this confession.

You looked away, your smile turning into something more vulnerable.

"I don't know? I just want you to myself. I want you to only take care of me, no one else. You're only boy I would let sleep in my bed next to me. And over all I guess I wouldn't mind being more than just a friend to you."

Bucky gently stroked your tear stained cheek, looking lovingly into your eyes.

"You've always been more than a friend to me Y/n. If you let me, I would like to call you my girlfriend and not just my best friend. Because hell, I fucking am in love with you!" He leaned in and let his lips softly touch yours for the first time. It was even better than he imagined it to be.

You two kissed for the following ten minutes without having to take a break. When he carefully let go of your lips to breath, he leaned his forehead against you and sighed once again, this time in utter happiness.

"So what do you say? Will you finally be mine?" His voice sweet and so full of love, just like the kiss you had shared.

"I don't know, what did you say? Anna likes me, yeah?" You joked, giggling into his chest.

He laughed along with you.

"Don't you dare." Bucky smiled, giving you another kiss.

He knew he wouldn't ever be able to get enough of the girl he was now finally allowed to call his.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky moodboards

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine going to your mother for the truth about your father Erik Killmonger

Three days had gone by since your outburst leading to you breaking up with Riri and kicking Shuri out.

Riri kept her distance for the entire duration which wasn't hard considering. She knew your schedule and routine by heart. She figured Shuri would go back home after the way you acted, but instead the Princess chose to stick around.

"She just needs a little more time and space it was too much truth at once" Shuri told her.

Riri didn't seemed convinced.

"Hey she will come around Riri things aren't over between the two of you." Shuri tried to comfort her gripping her shoulder firmly.

"I don't know she sounded pretty sure too me" Riri mumbled not meeting her eyes.

Even though the young girl was scared of being rejected again. She told herself there was nothing wrong with checking up on you. Three days was enough for you to calm down right? Riri hoped so since she already knocked on your room door. It was too late to turn back now, and she was starting to wonder if she should've bought Shuri along.

Naw repair one relationship at a time she thought to herself

Five minutes went by with no movement on the other side of the door. Riri banged on your door this time with her closed fist with a frown. It was two 'o' clock in the afternoon and you had class in thirty minutes. There was no way you were asleep, or anywhere else on campus. Your first class was in the morning at ten, and you refused to carry all your textbooks around in your backpack. Always complaining about the weight of them, so you had to double back to your dorm every time.

"Come on y/n you can't ignore me forever I'll wait out here as long as it takes." She yelled slamming the palm of her hand into the door.

"For Christ's sake Riri she's not in there your girl is gone" an unfamiliar voice shouted a few doors down.

Riri whirled to see who it was. A white girl with a clear case of bed head with her upper body sticking outside of the door glared at her. Her dorm was only two doors down from yours, and the young engineer had obviously disturbed her sleep with all her knocking and yelling.

"Gone where?" Riri asked with a raised eyebrow.

The girl scoffed in disbelief. "You don't know."

"Would I be asking you if I did dumbass?" Riri shot back growing more impatient by the second. What did the girl mean by gone? Were you leaving for class earlier to avoid her just in case?

"Watch it Riri I don't have to tell you anything especially since I could get in trouble for spilling the beans. I'm a hundred percent sure I'm not supposed to know myself" the girl warned her.

Riri continued to stare the girl down without a word hoping the death glare would be enough to get her to cave. She was stubborn and sucked at apologies. Even when someone had the upper hand on her.

The girl started to retreat back into her room ready to shut her door. Riri caved throwing up her hands in surrender, and walking down to the girl's door. "Hey you win alright I'm sorry can you just please tell me where she went." Riri paused to swallow hard blinking back tears in her eyes. "I'm worried about her okay."

The girl picked her head back out the door with sympathetic eyes. At the tone of desperation in Riri's voice.

"Please" Riri added for good measure.

"I don't know where she went but y/n left campus about two days ago. I volunteer in the attendance office as part of my scholarship you know. She came in the other day and requested a leave" The girl revealed.

Riri's face dropped at the news. "Did she say how long?" she asked in a hopeful voice.

"No I only know because she had to get the paperwork to fill out from me. I guess it was approved because I saw her leave with a couple of packed bags. I don't know what happened between you two but sorry I guess." The girl said then disappeared back into her room.

Riri took a deep breath trying to hold back the tears, but when she exhaled. It turned into a sob as she backed up till her back hit the wall. She slid down to the floor as the tears finally broke free.

You were gone without a single explanation or goodbye

Present Day

Your first stop in your quest for answers had been the storage unit where some of your father's belongings were stored. The day your childhood home burned down was the day your entire world came crashing down. Your mother and you were out having a dinner. She had flown in from California to be with you after news reached her that Erik had died on his mission.

She finally succeeded in getting you out of bed and out of the house. The fire was an accident. A result of the next door neighbors thinking it was a good idea to use fireworks for a friend's gender reveal party that they were hosting. The explosion caused a wildfire that spread throughout half the neighborhood. Everything had been lost but still you salvaged what you could, and left it behind in storage. When your mother took you back to California with her.

There was only a few boxes and all of them were filled with damaged pictures, files filled with old mission reports, a painting or two, and a couple of his old jackets that had long since lost his scent. You went through the pictures hoping to find a clue to some secret. He never got the chance to reveal to you, and came up empty. The mission reports were barely readable, and yielded nothing useful either. You had hit a dead end, and knew there was only one person left with the answers you were seeking.

Oakland, California

The flight from D.C. to Oakland was three hours and non-stop. You never could fall asleep on planes not wanting to be unconscious. In case something went wrong, while there wasn't much you do if the plane was going down. You still preferred to be awake and aware of the situation going on around you. The result of your dad's lessons and training.

"Never let your guard down. Always be ready to react to any situation." Your father's voice rung in your ears.

After a forty minute ride from the airport to your neighborhood. You were dead tired and craved the comfort of your old bed, the familiar scent of your mother's cooking mixed with the burning scented candles. Your room door would be kept halfway open so that way her musical humming could reach your ears as she finished cooking, and lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

A yawn had crept up at the thought and you let out covering your mouth. The Uber driver was doing a crap job at following directions, and whenever you tried to correct him. He flinched as if you were getting unruly and yelling at him. When in reality you were being polite and patient despite his incompetence, and your growing frustration. You told him to just drop you off at a random corner, and in return he'd only get half of his payment.

He took the deal without hesitation and couldn't drive away fast enough. The guy was white in his mid-twenties, and dressed like a cookie cutter. With a name like Cody you knew he was from the other side of the tracks, and grew up surrounded by people exactly like him. The man probably hadn't ever had a black friend in his life, and only knew what people told him. Which meant Cody bought into every single stereotype.

You were just as eager to be rid of him, so much that you didn't care about having to walk about five blocks with your luggage to get home. But luckily enough you didn't have to because not long after Cody drove off. A familiar scent filled your nostrils then you were being lifted off your feet from behind. A pair of muscled arms had wrapped around your waist swinging you around. You let out a joyful yelp tucking your arms under you. "Shawn put me down" You squealed playfully.

He set you down on your feet after another spin, and you whirled around to give him a proper hug. Which resulted in you once again being lifted off the ground. Shawn Adams was the first kid you befriended when you made the move to Oakland. While your father would grow up and leave his home city. Your mother stayed put and never felt the need to go anywhere else. Sure the neighborhood was rough back then, but it had improved by a millennial since then.

"Well I'll be if it ain't the freaking legend herself y/n Stevens returning home. I thought I was seeing a got damn ghost" Shawn exclaimed. Once the two of you finally broke apart to really take each other in. You had only been gone for a year and half but he had changed so much since then. Shawn had always been tall but never big in muscles, your fingers use to connect when you encircled your hand around his biceps. Now they didn't even come close to touching. His hair had grown out more, but he had ditched the braids for locs.

"So you finally took my advice I see" You retorted playing with his hair.

He grinned "yeah I never really liked to manage it, and mama fussed every single time I bothered her with a wash. When I told her I wanted dreads she couldn't book my appointment fast enough."

"So what's up with the muscles? I mean you turned into the freaking Rock while I was gone. Did kids start bothering you again?"

Shawn shook his head reaching out to take a hold of your duffel bag that was sitting on the concrete. He slung it over his shoulder with ease, and grabbed the handle of your rolling suitcase with his other hand. The two of you started heading towards your mom's house.

"Naw college was pretty rough for me in the beginning I was having a hard time finding stability. So the guidance counselor suggested I try out clubs, but they were all whack. You know do I look I play chess, or garden?" He said with a grimace.

"No you definitely don't but you can't just make assumptions based off appearance these days" You replied with a teasing smile.

"Well I don't and your boy sure as hell doesn't debate. I'll knock a punk out before I argue with one. So yeah I ended up trying out for sports and the basketball teams were having try-outs-"

"Wait you got this built to play b-ball no way" You said cutting him off.

"No let me finish princess" He chided you softly.

Shawn didn't mean anything with the nickname. He had grown up calling you that because you had a habit of being pretty demanding sometimes. It was a running joke. But now with everything that happened the past week. It had struck a nerve and you should've just left it alone. But you were going to be here for a few days, and didn't want to hear it from him for the whole duration.

"Hey try not to call me that anymore please" You told him looking away.

He frowned tilting his head to the side. A question on the tip of his tongue, but decided to leave it alone. "Yeah sure no problem but as I was saying I tried out for basketball, but unfortunately my amazing jump shot wasn't enough to get me a spot. But the coach said I was fast and had good hands, so he put in a good word for me with the football coach. You're looking at a varsity wide receiver."

"Shawn that's freaking amazing" You exclaimed smacking his shoulder. He was always one of those kids that was filled with potential, but never really had direction or a passion to pursue.

"Yeah I know" he muttered dropping his gaze to the ground. "What brings you home? Those rich preppy kids finally run you off."

You scoffed "as if I run that school but I just missed home that's all."

"Yeah it has been a long time your mom didn't think you were going to come back. After you missed Thanksgiving and Christmas. I told you were just living your best college life, and probably found love or somethin." He told you not masking his own disappointment in you.

You let out a sigh knowing this was a conservation you wouldn't be able to avoid for much longer. Your mom had called you multiple times over those breaks, and you ignored most of them. Until the actual holiday came then you face-timed her to apologize and spent hours talking. She didn't push for an explanation but you always knew when you finally did return home. There would be no running anymore.

"I was dealing with some stuff but I'm here now" You said.

"How long?"

"A week maybe I haven't decided."

By now the two of you had finally reached your mom's house. A two-story brick stone house with a front porch. The front yard had fresh cut grass and was decorated with flower pots, and little gnomes. It was enclosed in a steel silver fence which cut off at the driveway where your mom's black Lexus SVU was parked. The screen door was closed but the front door was wide open like your mom liked to keep it during the early day. She moved into this neighborhood eight years ago around the time. She had to take you in full time after Erik's death. The neighborhood was friendly and everyone had been welcoming.

You turned around to take in your old home to realize nothing had changed. The basketball court right across the street had been touched up with a new basketball goal, and the concrete was done sometime ago. But of course the kids added there own touch of graffiti art, but it didn't bother anyone. There were a couple of teens, and older guys out shooting some ball. You recognized a few who you went to school with, or just grew up with in the neighborhood. A few of them paused at the sight of you and Shawn to start calling both of you over.

"Hey you guys game we need two more people."

"Yeah let us get her settled in we'll be over in about ten minutes" Shawn answered for both of you.

"Hey" You complained with a little pout.

Shawn glanced down at you with a pointed look. "Look I don't know what brought you back home in the middle of the semester, but I know you, and your vibe is off. Something is eating at you and I figured maybe you would want to kick back and have some fun. Before going to war with your mom who's going to have your ass for the way you treated her over the holidays."

As much as you wanted to wave his comments off. You knew he was right while your mom wasn't the type to sit around with a grudge especially against you. She was going to want answers about your absence. "Fine but one game mister my jump shot wasn't good enough" You told him.

"Heyyy" he whined at the dig letting your duffel bag drop to his side, and reached out for your waist. With a playful squeal you took off running, heaving your suitcase over the fence. Before hopping it yourself Shawn was right behind you determined to make you pay. Your luggage rested in the grass as he chased you across the lawn with you dodging him at every angle. When he finally did manage to get his arms around your waist, the screen door was pushed open, and your mother stepped out onto the porch.

She was dressed in a white t-shirt with thin straps showing off her muscled arms, a pair of black joggers, and flip-flops. A plain gold chain was around her neck matching the gold studs in her ear. The chain didn't look like anything special, and the gold was fading a bit revealing how worn it was. But she still wore it considering Erik gifted to her back when they were in the high school. After professing his love for her and wanted her to have something of his to wear as proof of their relationship to the other young boys. He would buy her a ring just a year later. When she would finally cave and admit she was pregnant after hiding it from him for the first month.

Her hair was braided up in the form of mid-size box braids, and they were pulled back into a ponytail revealing her beautiful face. Despite being in her early forties your mother still looked to be in her thirties. Good genes is what she always told you.

"Now I just know that's not my daughter running around in my yard popping out of nowhere. Like she don't have a cellphone to call somebody to let them know she's coming home." She yelled in a playful voice but there was a underlying tone of disappointment, or was it hurt.

You really couldn't tell but either way her voice brought your struggling with Shawn to a halt, and he released his hold on your waist. As your feet carried you in the her direction, and a second later you were throwing yourself into her awaiting arms. She pulled you close as you buried your face into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry momma" You whispered in a muffled voice.

"Its okay sweetheart I'm just glad to finally have you home" she reassured you.

Maha Stevens was your mother's name and even though her and Erik never officially got married. That one little detail didn't stop her from taking on his last name. She always said that Erik was the love of her life, and no man would ever take his place. And all these years after his death it was obvious she still meant it. In the past you would encourage her to go out on dates insisting. She didn't have to stay single for your sake, but your mother refused saying she didn't want anyone else.

"Let me look at you babygirl" Maha said.

You pulled back to look up at her, and her hand caught you by the chin before you could retreat. Her warm brown eyes bore into yours conveying a message. You were home and everything would be okay.

Your mom planted a light kiss on your forehead, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to let lead you in the house. She held the screen door open with her foot, as Shawn came bounding up the steps with your duffel bag, and a suitcase.

"There's one more I'll get it" He said leaving the bags by the wall.

"Thank you Shawn" You called out to him taking a seat on the brown-cushioned sofa. The living room had been redecorated a little bit. Your mother changed up the color scheme replacing the brown rug with a giant red one with different patterns dancing across it. The glass table held together by brown marble sat on top of the rug. It was covered in little whatnots, and a few coasters. Growing up your mother use to reprimand you so many times about not using them for your drinks. It was a bad habit you had considering Erik never cared for them, letting you put your cups where you pleased.

The living room was open-spaced with the long brown-sofa on the right side, and on the left side was the matching loveseat. The flat-screen 70-inch TV sat on a brown stand with multiple levels in the center against the back wall. On one level was the Blu-ray dvd player, and beside was your Playstation 4. Which you insisted on leaving behind so there was no distractions. The walls were decorated with paintings, wall-art, a few uplifting quotes, but the one that stood out the most was.

A large portrait hanging right above the TV of your parents back in their younger days. Both of them were only teenagers when it was taken. Maha was sitting in Erik's lap with an arm thrown over his shoulder, and her other hand grazing his cheek. She was looking down into his eyes with the happiest smile on her face showing teeth. Erik had both of his arms secured around her waist steadying her, and was gazing back up at her with a cheeky smile, one of his eyes squeezed shut. In the background was a blurred run-down basketball court. They never looked happier and more in-love than that moment.

"I never get tired of seeing that picture" You told her.

"Me neither baby" she replied pressing a soft kiss to your hair.

"Hey y/n are you still down for a ballgame?" Shawn asked you eagerly. Your mother looked to him, and turned back to you with a raised eyebrow. "If you don't mind mama Stevens" He threw in real quick under her gaze.

"Just one game I promise" You said folding your hands together to plead with her.

"Go ahead you're lucky I'm still cooking and don't want your butt all up in the kitchen trying to sneak a taste of the food."

"Wait what you cookin?"

Maha shook her head and nudged you until you got up, and made your way to the door. "Nope go play with your little friends, dinner will be ready in a few hours."

"Mom" you pouted pausing at the door to look back at her, but flinched at the disapproving stare that greeted you back.

"We'll talk when you get back in here and wash up?" She worded it as a question, but you knew it was anything but.

So the one game of basketball ended up turning into three. It was decided whichever team reached thirty points first would be declared the winner, and in the first game. Everyone were reminded of a few things that they forgot over the year since most of you graduated high school, and moved on with your lives.

One is Shawn really did have a mean jump-shot damn near impossible to defend.

Two you became the co-captain of the high school's varsity girl's basketball team during your freshman year.

Because you were just that good, and three was letting you and Shawn play on the same team was a big mistake.

The first game was over in all of ten minutes with you and Shawn being the dynamic duo teaming up for twenty-five of the thirty points. Your other four teammates quickly realized all they had to do to win is put the ball in one of your guy's hands. Shawn was big, and got a lot of height on his jumps. Which meant blocking his shots were kinda hard, and his own blocking skills were pretty incredible. You were fast and agile, and when it came to playing rough. You had no problem pushing back against any of the boys, and they all knew better to play dirty with you.

Back when you first moved into the neighborhood, and some kids asked you to come out and play. An older boy practically threw you on the ground hard. When you were going for a lay-up on him, and a series of gasps and "come on bro" filled the air. The older boy just shrugged his shoulders not a care in the world looking down as you glared up at him. While rubbing the back of your head, but when he went to walk past you. Your arm shot out wrapping around his leg, you yanked him down on the ground, and bent his leg backward till he was crying out in pain. No one ever messed you again after that.

The second game went on a bit longer, and it turned out some of the boys on the other team had been holding back. A mistake they didn't make this time resulting in a close game. Shawn hit the game-winning shot for your team, and fist bumped you in excitement. Your mother poked her head out of the door to let you know dinner would be ready in thirty minutes.

Giving you guys about fifteen minutes to run one more game considering you still had to wash up, and Maha wouldn't tolerate you being late for dinner on your first night back home.

All of you were tired and worn out by now, but you had been on the go since you got off the plane. So they could tell you were slowing down, and took advantage. One of the guys leapt over you to slam the ball into the basket with one hand. Everyone let out a chorus of oooh's with the display of athleticism. You gave a round of applause with a chuckle as he mock bowed. The game went on with you landing a few more lay-ups, and Shawn hitting a three-pointer. But the your opponents were right behind your team matching all of you point for point. When it came to the wire and the score was twenty-eight to twenty-two. Even though you had the opportunity for a steal, you let the younger boy pass up, and make the shot. Bringing an end to the game.

There was a collective of groans from the boys on your team, but you were already leaving the court to head back home.

"Sorry guys but its dinner time, but same time tomorrow raincheck" You called out to them.

They waved goodbye and nodded at the challenge. Shawn lived just right around the corner, and announced his leave as well. He would've joined you and mom for dinner if it wasn't for the tension coming off of both of you.

The scent of southern home-cooked food hit your nostrils the second you entered the house, making your mouth water till the point. You were drooling as you drifted to the kitchen. Coming to a halt when your mother intercepted you right at the entrance with her hands on her hips, and eyebrows raised. "I know you're not about to come to dinner like that y/n."

The trance was broken as you pouted and made your way back to your room for a quick shower. Ten minutes you joined your mother in the kitchen arriving in time to help her set the table. Now that it was just the two of alone with no distractions. The real reason you came back home was fresh in your mind, and so many questions were burning a hole inside of you.

Maha must have sensed your growing impatience, because as she walked to the table with your plate in hand. She spoke up "whatever it is you want to talk about. We'll discuss it after you explain to me just exactly why you've been avoiding since you left for college."

"But mom" you tried to protest wanting to explain the urgency of your questions.

But she held up a hand fixing you with a stern gaze. "No buts babygirl you want answers well so do I."

"That's fair" you muttered in agreement dropping your head down, and closing your eyes. Maha took a seat across from you and blessed the food. Then she watched as you devoured the plate of food scarfing it down in such a way. She was starting to wonder rather or not you had been eating while away from home, and what kind of food did college offer?

"Why didn't you come home for the holidays?" she asked once you slowed down to gulp down some kool-aid.

You placed the cup down and wiped your mouth with your hand. Giving a her a sheepish grin at the lack of manners there was a napkin sitting right beside your plate. "Mom it was nothing against you alright I was having a hard time adjusting to life away from home. It wasn't easy at first and I was scared that if I came home. I would get too comfortable and wouldn’t go back to school. I promise I wasn't mad or anything."

"Sweetheart why didn't you pick up the phone, and just tell me that instead of having me worry over you?"

"I thought it would make me seem weak, and I didn't want to admit it" You told her.

Maha shook her head releasing a sigh of disappointment, and glanced back up at you with glistening eyes. "I swear you're so much like your father sometimes its infuriating. Do you know how many times I did this dance with him?"

It was a rhetorical question that had put a small smile on your face.

"Missing your home and your mother is not a weakness child. Its normal and actually comforting to me. You know every mother's biggest fear is their child growing up, and realizing they don't need us anymore."

You scoffed "mom that is never going to happen."

She nodded taking a few bites of her food. After she was done chewing and swallowing her food. Maha moved the conservation along "now what is it did you want to ask me?"

The question was on the tip of your tongue, but still you hesitated trying to find the right way to word it. How was you supposed to ask your mom if she knew anything about your dad being a long-lost Prince of Wakanda, without sounding crazy? You took a deep breath and released it. "Did dad keep any secrets from me about my heritage?"

You studied your mom for any clear signs of distress, or changes in her demeanor, but they were none at least not right now.

"What kind of secrets? Did you take one of those genealogy tests, and find a distant relative somewhere?" She replied frowning a bit.

"No nothing like that did dad ever mention anything about Wakanda to you?" Maybe being more specific would get a better reaction out of her, and it worked as Maha stiffened a bit. Your eyes narrowed when she stopped chewing her food, and looked away nervously.

"No he didn't" she lied. "Where is all of this coming from?"

You sighed in frustration and pulled your father's ring out of your pocket letting it hang from the golden chain. Holding it up so Maha could see it clear as day, and her mouth took shape of an 'O' as she gasped in surprise.

It took her a minute but soon enough your mother found her voice again. She reached out for the ring and you let her take it. "Where did you get this? I thought it was lost on Erik's last mission."

"The Princess of Wakanda gave it to me," you answered, deciding to not sugarcoat anything.

Her eyes snapped up from the ring to yours, and in that instant you knew it was true. Your mother swallowed hard, closing her eyes as she contemplated what to say.

"She told me dad was a Prince of Wakanda, and so was grandpa. She said that made me Wakandan royalty." You finished explaining. "Mom please tell the truth."

Maha opened her eyes, now filled with regret. "Erik always told me these stories that I found entertaining, but really didn't believe. We were young and I thought he was making stuff to convince himself. There was a better future out there waiting for him. But the older we got the more intense he became till the point. Not even I could ignore it anymore I was starting to believe him."

You sat up a bit straighter holding onto your mom's every word.

"Overtime your father grew more ambitious, and when I got pregnant with you. I was actually scared that he wouldn't want to keep you." Your mother revealed leaning forward to take your hand in yours. "Sweetheart I want to know that never did a second guess rather or not I wanted you."

You gave her a unsure nod.

"Your father found out about the pregnancy when a package of abortion pills came in the mail." Her grip tightened on her hand as you stiffened with a frown. "I was fifteen and didn't exactly come from a stable home. Your grandparents had already sacrificed a lot to take me in, and I was afraid they wouldn't be supportive. I was afraid Erik didn't want kids because he had such big plans. But boy, was I wrong? " she paused, shaking her head. "He was livid when he found out what I was going to do without talking to him first."

"The pregnancy changed everything for us. Erik got even more serious and determined about making a better way for his family. He insisted that one day we would be on top. I tried to tell him all he had done was enough, and I just wanted him. But your father had a vision and an insatiable drive. He wanted his throne back."

"Why wouldn't he tell me any of this?" You asked, cutting her off. "I mean, he started giving me combat lessons when I turned six. He taught how to shoot a gun at age eight. Why would he keep something this big from me?"

Maha got up from her chair to walk around to you and pulled your chair back from the table. She knelt down in front of you, taking your face in your hands. "Oh babygirl" she whispered, her voice overflowing with emotions. "His father made him so many promises he couldn't keep. Erik didn't want to do that to you. Instead, he wanted to give you the world at your feet."

"So it's true?"

Your mother nodded, pulling your head to rest on her shoulder. You broke down sobbing as all the pent-up emotions overwhelmed you, too. The breaking point it was too much knowing for sure now. Shuri had been telling the truth, and your father kept such a huge piece of your life from you.

Your mother let you cry for as long as you needed to. Running her fingers through your hair and whispering words of comfort on your ear. You wouldn't calm down for another fifteen minutes. Afterward, you just let her hold you in her warm embrace.

"I'm sorry I never I told you before now after his death. I didn't know if the secret would do more harm than good. I was terrified you would take after your father." She told you pulling away to kiss your forehead.

"God, I'm such an idiot I yelled at Shuri and broke up with Riri, " you exclaimed, throwing yourself back into the chair.

"Wait, Riri, as in the nice young lady who you did go home with for the holidays. The girl you're always raving about in our phone calls?" Maha questioned with a scruntizing look.

"I don't have another Riri in my life" you told her.

"How long were you planning on staying?"

"A week I'm in no rush to get back."

Your mother shook her head. "Three days, then you go back to school and make amends."

"I can do that in a week," you insisted stubbornly.

"What was one of the first things I told you when you moved in with me full-time?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

You racked your brain, considering your mother told you a lot of things. During those days, but only one came to mind that applied to your current situation. It caused you to groan in annoyance. "Unlike my father, I'm going to learn how to apologize.

If there was one thing Erik Killmonger didn't do, it was apologies. He didn't say sorry to anyone, not even his love or daughter. He made you upset that you were treated to a toy shopping spree. He made Maha cry she was getting new jewelry or a trip to the spa. It wasn't a surprise to her that you picked up on his habit. But your mother made sure to teach you better.

You knew there was no arguing with your mom, plus the longer you stayed away. The more likely it was, Riri wouldn't even care for your apology.

Three days and then you would return to make things right with Riri and Shuri.

But what did making things right with Shuri mean for your future?

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[wheels-of-despair]

Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

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Summary: Easter picnics aren't generally Ralph's idea of a good time, but if you're there, it can't be but so bad… right? Words: 2k

News of your engagement spread fast, much to your mother's dismay. Now that you didn't have to keep your relationship a secret anymore, you and Ralph were able to go on proper dates: you tried new restaurants, visited the zoo, saw picture shows, and were on a quest to browse every bookshop in London. But even with all these new possibilities, you always seemed to end up back in the park, alone on your favorite bench, just enjoying each other's company.

One week before the Easter celebration that your mother's ladies' group was hosting, your father said something at breakfast that nearly made your mother convulse.

"Why don't you ask Ralph to join us at the picnic on Sunday?" he'd asked you.

You were overcome with delight, knowing that your father was making an effort to include Ralph like a member of the family already.

Your mother stabbed her steak so hard, you were amazed she hadn't bent the fork.

"That's a wonderful idea, Father. I'll ask him. Thank you."

Your mother got up and left the table.

You shot him a nervous look, and he dabbed at his mouth and put his napkin down.

"You know why she's so upset, don't you?"

"Because she's in love with Donald the Dull?" you deadpan.

"Because Donald the Dull reminds her of her first love." Your jaw drops. "Yes, I know how strange it is to imagine your mother young and in love, but she was a girl once too. And she was in love with a tall blonde who married someone else. I think that's why she became so attached to Donald. That way, at least one of you would get the man of her dreams."

"What about you?" you ask softly.

He smiles a smile that does not reach his eyes. "I was older, available, and had a steady job."

Your heart breaks. "Did she love you?"

He doesn't respond.

"Did you love her?"

"I tried." Your eyes fill with tears.

"Stop that," he says gently. "We built a decent life together. We made you. And you're going to marry for love. You do love him, don't you?"

You nod, afraid you'll lose it if you try to croak out a single word.

"Good. I've discovered, over the years, that love is all that matters. Not how much money you have in the bank, not how many things you own, or how many clubs you belong to. It's the people you love that count. And darling? I believe you've found a good one."

Your tears spill over. He stands up and steps closer, and you rise to meet him, pressing your face into his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.

"Thank you," you whisper. His support means the world to you.

The day of the Easter picnic finally came, and you were so excited, you didn't even complain about the lacy white dress your mother had bought for you. (She may be angry with you, but the way you presented yourself still reflected on her.)

You freshened up after church, then went downstairs to wait for Ralph, who should be arriving any minute. Your father soon joined you, looking handsome in his Sunday best. At long last, the doorbell rang, and you opened it to greet him. Ralph looked so dashing in his wonderful white suit, you could hardly contain yourself. You invited him in, and he gave you a shy peck on the cheek, since your father was present. It was adorable.

Ralph and your father spoke cordially as your mother descended the stairs, bringing a dark cloud with her. She was wearing a pink dress and a large hat decorated with spring flowers, but even the brightness of her outfit couldn't disguise her sullen mood.

"Ready, dear?" your father asked, picnic basket packed by the kitchen staff at his feet. She pursed her lips in response. And so off you went, following your mother and father on the sidewalk, arm in arm with your fiancé on the way to the park for a picnic.

You arrive a bit early, so the park isn't very crowded yet, and you manage to find a great spot beneath a tree to spread your blanket. Each family was to bring their own basket and have lunch together, and then the games would begin. Races, skill games, an Easter egg hunt for the children - helping hide the eggs was always your favorite part of the event - and then by sunset, the dancing would begin.

Your mother hadn't spoken a word to either of you. She hadn't even sat down. While the three of you settled in, she rushed off to join the flock of ladies discussing last-minute preparations. You preferred it that way, to be honest. Ralph was nervous, but he needn't be. You passed the time by explaining the events of the day to him, since he hadn't been to a family-friendly event like this in years. You'd told him the basics on the day you'd asked him to come with you, but this gave the three of you a neutral subject to occupy yourselves with.

After the ladies thanked everyone for coming and a reverend blessed the food, your mother returned. You spread out the lunch together, without making eye contact. It was a largely silent meal, but you all ate slowly and chewed carefully, dragging out the next hour. When they began corralling the children inside a tent, you excitedly grabbed Ralph's hand and led him to the lady who was guarding a mountain of more Easter eggs than either of you had ever seen.

You and Ralph were given a large basketful to hide.

"Come on," you grinned, leading him to the playground area. You placed eggs under the seesaw, on each swing, and even half-buried a few in the sandbox for the younger children to find easily. Ralph was rather creative with his hiding places, despite never having done this before. After the area was littered with eggs and your basket was empty, you returned to the tent to give it back.

"What now?" Ralph asked, practically bouncing from all the excitement. You laughed, leading him away from the tent's entrance.

"Now, we try not to get trampled."

When the last of the baskets were returned, the children were released. They spilled from the tent, running and squealing in every direction. You thought you'd picked a safe place to stand, but a cluster of children ran straight toward you, causing Ralph to draw you to him. They parted at the last second and narrowly avoided bowling you over. Looking up at the frightened face of the man holding you, you couldn't help but laugh. He blushed, and you took his hand, walking along and watching the children have their fun.

You and Ralph stood by the pond as evening approached, watching the children feed the very happy ducks one last time before their parents took them home and put them to bed. It had been a long and exciting day for everyone. Good food, great fun, getting to see old friends and maybe make a few new ones. You had to hand it to the ladies who organized it; everything had gone off without a hitch. The dance floor was being set up for the older crowd, and a band would begin to play after sunset. The fairy lights were already lit. It made for a magical atmosphere.

Until you heard your mother clear her throat. You turned, and she looked you in the eye for the first time in days. "Mrs. Snow would like to see you before she leaves. She's on the hill." You nodded in acknowledgment and turned back to Ralph.

"This is going to be brutal. Save yourself. Stay here, I'll be back soon." You squeezed his hand and followed your mother back to the aging acquaintance from church. You couldn't wait to hear how disgraceful you were for canoodling with a boy in public, or how a girl with your figure ought not be eating sweets, or whatever kind of creative way to ruin your day she could come up with.

The old woman greets you with a "those grass stains are never going to come out of that pretty white dress." A few minutes of forced conversation later, you're finally sent on your way with a "the man won't buy the cow when he can get the milk for free!" Her daughter, standing behind her chair, mouths "I'm sorry" to you. Her poor daughter is the one who should be pitied, for having to live with the old hag. You flash her a smile and begin walking toward the pond.

You scan the crowd for Ralph, knowing that you were in need of a therapeutic hug that only he could provide. Your eyes finally land on him, but instead of the usual comfort that comes with spotting the love of your life, you're faced with pure dread.

Donald Andrews and two of his lackeys are closing in on Ralph by the water's edge. Ralph looks frightened - not only did they outnumber him, but they were all significantly larger in stature - and he backs away. Toward the water. "Ralph!" you shout, but it's too late.

Even from your position on the hill, you hear his yelp, followed closely by a splash. Donald and his friends howl with laughter. Filled with a raging fury, you march down to the bank where they stand, pointing and laughing at your poor Ralph, who's coughing up water and trying to catch his breath in the muddy water below.

Despite your stomping, they don't hear you coming over the sound of their own cackling. Without slowing down, you approach the first goon and shove with all your might. He loses his balance and falls into the water. You turn to the other, whose tiny brain has yet to comprehend what just happened, and repeat the process with another splash. By the time you reach Donald, he's seen you and braced himself. He catches your wrists when you try to push him, and you respond by kicking him in the shin and jerking your hands away when his grip loosens. You reach back and slap him in the face with everything you've got. The force makes his head swivel, and a dribble of blood appears in the corner of his mouth. Good.

"Go to Hell, Donald Andrews," you seethe. He stands there stupidly, the only way he knows how.

You turn back to Ralph, still sitting in the water and watching you with a shocked expression on his face. Your rage is quickly replaced by heartache. You extend a hand and gently urge him, "come on, love." He snaps out of it, standing and scrambling up the bank without taking your hand, not wanting to risk pulling you in.

You wrap an arm around him. His wonderful white suit is now soaked and stained with mud, which quickly transfers to the arm and side of your dress that's tightly pressed to him. You don't care.

"Don't let them see you upset," you mutter under your breath as you walk away, not daring to look at his face, lest you both crack.

When you reach the top of the hill, you're met by your father. He takes in your muddy appearances, and his attention shifts down to Donald, who's pulling his lackeys out of the water. His eyes turn to steel.

"You take care of Ralph. I'll take care of Donald the Dull." Nodding, you tighten the arm you have around Ralph's middle and lead him home. His home, which is closer. You pray to God that Victoria isn't there.

#writings of despair #ralph is worth it #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury x reader #ralph timewasters

[moon-alight]

Hello ♡ I request a fanfic for Seventeen's Jeonghan! I mostly want an idol au fluffy fic. You can decide everything else like the main plot, etc.

Hi! Seventeen is my ult-group and I love Jeonghan so this was so much fun. I hope you like it!

Terrible secret keeper - Seventeen Jeonghan

Synopsis: You are a stylist of Enhypen, ever since the boyband debuted you had dressed them. You became rather close with a man from a different group, and now that you're needed as stylist for Seventeen, you're relationship comes to light.

Warnings: fluff, a tiny bit of angst, (not so secret) secret relationship, idol au., stylist-reader, annoying jeonghan

Word Count: 1401

Masterlist

You were a bit unsure when you got the news of the switch that was made suddenly. You had been Enhypen's stylist ever since the boys debuted and now suddenly you're supposed to switch to a whole different group with different concepts and different members.

"How is that even possible? I thought we had an agreement." You say, looking at your boss.

"Ayla quit the other day which means Seventeen is one stylist short, you won't stay forever. Just for this comeback." You know by hearing that tone that you can't deny. Soyeon had been a chill boss but she would not let you get away with disobeying.

"Fine, I'll pack my bag and go downstairs." You quickly grab all your stuff and take the elevator to the fifth floor where Seventeen usually gets ready. You enter the make-up room and greet the other stylists and make-up artists.

"You must be y/n." You hum and shake the woman's hand. "I'm Eunu, nice to meet you." She guides you around real quick and explains the new concept to you. You decide to mix together outfits for the hyung-line while Eunu does the same for the Maknae-line.

You unconciously smile when you're forming together the clothes your boyfriend will wear. It was definitely one of the reasons you didn't want to switch to Seventeen. Jeonghan had been your boyfriend for four months but actually, you weren't allowed.

Now you're scared you'll make it too obvious or something. If anyone finds out, you'd probably be fired and you can't lose this job, not when you have so much fun. After a couple of hours, you have made the perfect combinations together with Eunu, now you just need to wait for the members to show up.

"They are all sweethearts." Eunu tells you while you wait, she must've seen how nervous you are. "Every single one of them is just amazing to work with, you won't regret your time here." You hum, continuing to fiddle with your sleeves. You hadn't really met the rest of Seventeen, you weren't even supposed to meet Jeonghan.

*4 months ago*

You are walking through the hallway on the fifth floor, looking for the jacket your co-worker had left behind. It is a very important item for Sunghoon on his next stage with Enhypen. You can't lose it.

"Looking for this?" You stop and turn right to face a man with black messy hair and a white jacket in his hands.

"Yes, thank you." When you're going to grab it, he holds it up where you can't reach.

"Not so fast." The playful tone and the stupid smirk on his face tells you exactly who you're talking to. Yoon Jeonghan. Your co-workers have often complained about him and his childish antics, you can't believe he is the one to find the damn jacket. "You don't look like someone I know so I believe you work for a different group, correct?"

"Yes." You reply, deciding to go along with his little game. It might get you the jacket sooner than when you fight against it.

"And since you were looking for a jacket, I believe you are a stylist."

"Correct again." You sigh, hoping you can get away soon. You're not supposed to talk to other idols, it was a basic rule. You only got to talk to Enhypen. Jeonghan however, doesn't seem bothered and investigates the jacket before smirking.

"Enhypen's stylist."

"How did you--?" He shows you the tag labelled as 'Sunghoon' inside and grins from ear to ear.

"I'm a detective, of course. I played enough mafia to know what I'm talking about."

"Yes, but unfortunately my life isn't a game. I need that jacket and I need it now." You reply, getting annoyed.

"Then you should've been more careful where you'd left it."

"I didn't. My co-worker did." Jeonghan raises an eyebrow as he stares at you, obviously not believing you one bit. "Listen." You breathe out, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Enhypen need to perform in 10 minutes, if I don't have that jacket by then, I'll be fired. You want to be the cause of that?" Jeonghan seems to think before clicking his tongue.

"Alright, you seem hopeless enough. I'll give you the jacket if you meet me at the small Chinese restaurant on the corner tonight at seven." You're a bit taken aback by his suggestion.

"What?"

"You heard me. I want something in return for giving you your jacket back and a date with a pretty girl sounds like the perfect thing." Did he just call you pretty? You smile softly, nodding.

"Fine, I'll be there." You agree. Jeonghan hands you back the jacket, you thank him and walk away. Oh, you're in so much trouble.

*Present day*

Let's just say, the date went well. It was followed by a couple others and well... a relationship with the cute devil. The door of the room opens and a bunch of guys walk inside. Eunu smiles at them as she greets all of them.

"By the way, we have a temporary new stylist, guys meet y/n, y/n meet Seventeen." Eunu says excitedly. A man with dark hair and a strong frame shakes your hand. He must be Scoups, the leader.

"Nice to meet you." He says, kindly.

"Nice to meet you too."

"Everyone, take your outfits and put them on quickly." Their manager says, loudly. Your eyes meet Jeonghan's dark ones, a small smirk plastered on his face as he stares at you. You look away first, giving the hyung-line their outfits before taking Jeonghan's one and walking over to him.

"I hope you like it, I'm not familiar with your group yet." You lie, knowing damn well Jeonghan tells you about everything when you're both cuddled up on the couch at home. He takes the outfit, his hand brushing yours. You feel the electric sparks travel through your body and hope no one else sees the obvious tension between you two.

"Thank you, uh..." He looks down at your name-tag on your shirt. "y/n." He says, walking towards the changing rooms. You breathe out, jumping a little when Eunu places a hand on your shoulder.

"Well, I was wrong. They are all sweethearts except for Jeonghan, he's the devil himself. Don't bother with him." You smile softly, knowing damn well you know him better than she does.

When the boys leave the changing rooms, you two make some adjustments to some outfits so they don't bother them while performing. You watch them practice a little before Jeonghan walks up to you.

"Can you adjust the jacket a little so the collar doesn't bother my neck while I dance?" You look up at him and then at the collar but frown.

"It's not in your way--"

"Pretend, baby, pretend." He whispers, leaning close to your ear. He pulls back and winks at you.

"Of course, don't worry." You see the tag in the jacket and decide to adjust that one since it could start bothering him in the long run. Just when you want to start sewing it, he moves. You groan and try to continue but Jeonghan sees this as a game and continues to move every so often, ruining your work.

"Please stop moving."

"I'm not doing anything." He replies while he moves away from you again.

"Jeonghan, come on." You try to continue but he moves his shoulders again, ruining the last bit of patience you still had. "Yoon Jeonghan! Stand still or be annoyed for the entirety of the performance!" You shout while glaring at him. Jeonghan looks down at you with a shiteating grin on his face.

"Oh, but this is way to much fun. You're cute when you're annoyed."

"That's it. You're sleeping on the couch tonight." You reply, throwing the needle and threat on your desk.

"Seriously?" Jeonghan asks. "You know you can't miss my cuddles."

"I'll resist just to teach you a lesson." It's only when you turn around that you see everyone stare at the two of you.

"You two know each other?" Dokyeom asks, pointing between you and Jeonghan.

"Better question, you two are dating?" Seungcheol asks.

"You're a terrible secret keeper." Jeonghan comments to you.

"Me? You're an annoying devil."

"You're the one who's dating the annoying devil." He replies.

"Oh how I miss Enhypen." You mumble to yourself.

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[taehyungday]

𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂É- 𝚕.𝚍𝚑.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗒𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾…𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍…1350

"F/N (father's name), you've lost the war. Your kingdom is now under our control." Seoul's King stated.

"Please don't do anything harmful to my family." F/N expressed this while bowing and crying.

"On one condition, I will not harm your family." The king addressed.

F/N had a hopeful expression on his face as he glanced at the King.

"If you don't hurt my family, I'll do anything." F/N remarked.

"I will appoint you as a temporary ruler of your kingdom and I will not hurt any member of your family, if your daughter agrees to marry my son."

Seoul was Korea's most powerful kingdom. No other kingdom's army could equal the strength of the Seoul army. Seoul's monarch had only one son. His son's name was Dong-Hyuck, although he went by the nickname Haechan. Haechan grew up as a spoiled brat. He was always able to get anything he desired. And the King of Seoul was ready to give his son everything, just as he had promised his former wife to do for their kid. Haechan's mother died while giving birth to the king's son. Haechan's mother's dying wish was for him to be happy. And the king made it his mission to grant her final wish, even if it meant sacrificing all of his happiness and pleasures for his son.

Seoul and Busan enjoyed a good relationship. They used to invite each other to festivities in their own kingdoms.

That is how Haechan came to meet the Princess of Busan. He knew she was the single person who was intended for him the instant he saw her. The Y/N had enraged Haechan. The princess had enchanted him. Until he met her, he had never coveted attention. He tried everything he could to grab her attention, but Y/N was too preoccupied with another boy's thoughts. Lee Jeno. He was Busan's financial minister's son.. Jeno was loathed by Haechan for attracting Y/n's attention. He even resisted the urge to murder the boy. But he was certain that one day, Y/n's whole focus will be on him. She wouldn't think about anyone else but him. All he needed was a good plan to pull it off.

The first step in his strategy was to inform his father of his feelings for the girl. Haechan's father was overjoyed to learn that he was ready to marry. The monarch was also considering marrying his son, who would be king in a few years. He was overjoyed when he learned that his son fell in love with the daughter of his friend. He guaranteed Haechan's marriage to Y/n. But everything reached a peak when the king of Busan refused to marry her daughter.

After receiving the news, Haechan became enraged and heartbroken. His father, on the other hand, assured him that he would compel F/n to marry his daughter. Seoul's troops launched an attack on Busan. The battle was won by Seoul's army as it was larger and stronger. F/n had no choice than to marry his daughter at this point.

"The Seoul Crown Prince has arrived." The guards made an announcement.

"It's a delight to finally meet you, darling," While kissing Y/handn's, Haechan spoke. Y/n returned his welcome with a small smile.

"Now, because our wedding is coming up in a few months, we need to get to know each other." Haechan was the one who talked.

"Can I speak with you, Prince Haechan, about something?" Y/n questioned, a little cautiously.

"Darling, you don't have to ask my permission." Haechan was quick to respond.

"I can't marry you."

Haechan was unsurprised. He was aware that this moment was approaching and had devised a strategy to deal with it.

"Why?" he inquired.

"I'm in love with someone else." She responded.

"Who is the lucky one?" Haechan asked.

"Lee Jeno is a childhood acquaintance of mine."

"Oh! I was thinking to myself that I would be able to marry such a gorgeous lady, only to discover that her heart had already been captured by someone else. But don't worry, if you don't want to marry me, I'll attempt to suppress my feelings for you and persuade my father to call off our wedding." Haechan answered.

How could Haechan be so good, Y/n couldn't believe. How could he appreciate Y/n’s marriage decision so much? She was overjoyed. She hugged Haechan without thinking. When she hugged him, Haechan was flabbergasted. He was overwhelmed with joy when his Y/n hugged him. He was confident that his strategy was working.

"He had been poisoned."

My entire universe came crumbling down around me. I had the impression that my sadness would never go away. The world wasn't going to stop crashing until all that was left of me was dust. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Jeno was thrilled when he learned that Haechan would back out of his marriage proposal yesterday. They stayed up all night making love to one other.

Someone poisoned him today, however.

I just screamed and closed my eyes as a vision of Jeno's dead body flashed through my head. I wanted to scream so loudly that my bones would break.

Someone snatched me up and embraced me. I raised my eyes to see Haechan.

"Love, don't cry. Everything will turn out fine." While rocking me in his embrace, he said.

I couldn't stop crying.

"Whenever your world begins to crumble, you will always find me at your side."

Jeno's funeral took place a few months ago. Without him, I was completely lost. Haechan was the only person who kept me sane. He was always by my side. He demonstrated how much he cared for me. I began to develop feelings for him.

"Y/n." My brother approached me with a worried expression on his face.

"Can you tell me what happened?" I asked.

"You should distance yourself from Haechan." He stated.

"Why?" I inquired about him.

"He's a lunatic. I believe he was the one who killed Jeno."

"What makes you think he'd kill Jeno? To me, he's been nothing but a sweetheart. Unlike my own family, he would always respect my decisions and would never pressurise me. He is the only one who is concerned about my well-being." Y/n was said.

"No, he-" er brother was cut off.

"Stop blaming me for everything." While entering the room with F/n, Haechan said.

"What?" Your brother asked, perplexed.

"I am quite dissatisfied with you, son." F/n expressed.

"What did I do?" Your brother had queried.

" We were told by the royal cook that you were spotted putting something in Jeno's dish. We found poison in your almirah today when we investigated your room." Haechan said.

"Wait, what? Everything was done by Haechan. I had nothing to do with it." It was said by your brother.

"It's time to lock him up." F/n directed the guards with a dejected expression on his face.

I couldn't believe it was my brother who was in charge of everything. Why did he kill my former partner, and tears welled up in my eyes once more.Haechan embraced me right away. He gave me a small smile as he gazed at me. Everything was going to be fine, I knew.

"You may kiss the bride." priest said.

Haechan glanced at Y/n as if he was asking for permission to kiss her. Y/n gave a shy nod. Haechan kissed Y/n immediately after her agreement. They were both blushing profusely when they were pulled from the kiss.

Y/n was willing to give Haechan the opportunity to be her lover. She had created a strong bond with the Crown Prince.

Haechan, on the other hand, was smirking, knowing that his strategy had worked. How he devised a strategy to thwart everyone who was opposed to their wedding. Only if Y/n knew how many people he slaughtered in her name.

But they were in for a long intense night right now.

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[thelighthousestale]

Works in Progress

Snuffles & Son - Sirius raises Harry and opens a shop that specializes in repairing cursed artifacts and places protection wards on family heirlooms. One day, an Unspeakable from the Department of Mysteries walks in with a cursed artifact from his cousin's confiscated Gringotts vault, requesting Sirius's assistance.

Rage Against The Dying Of The Light - In a universe where James and Lily Potter survive Voldemort's attack on Halloween night. Most of wizarding society is enjoying newfound peace after a decade of war, except the young heroes who fought the war learn you can never really go back to the way things were before

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness - A collection of Frank Longbottom stories

completed fics and one-shots under the cut

Marauder's Era/Jily

Unresolved Questions Of Wizard Cosmology - Ten-year-old Sirius and his father take a trip to the British Magical Observatory.

Those Whom The Gods Love Die Young - Once upon a time, four boys entered an ancient magical forest in Scotland. They loved life, the forest, and each other very much. Together, they become beasts of the woods and grow to understand the forest more than anyone else who had entered the magical realm before them.

Tree Cutting - Every Gryffindor in the tower heard Walburga's howler calling Sirius a filthy traitor. Lily knows what it feels like when someone you love calls you nasty names.

Career Advice with James F. Potter - Lily Evans is stressed about her career advice meeting but luckily James Potter is willing to share his expert advice on the matter.

A Decent Bloke - In the Hogwarts library, James Potter eats an apple while Lily Evans works on a History of Magic essay.

Perspective - Lily asks James about the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Lily also learns how soft James Potter's hands are.

Light Is The Most Glorious - James takes Lily on a journey around Hogwarts the night before the Christmas holidays.

Does Permanent Mean Forever? - It is James Potter's seventeenth birthday, and to commemorate the occasion, he proposes to the gang that they go out and get tattooed.

Your Friend, James - It is the summer before their 7th year, and Lily and James spend the entire holiday writing letters to each other as their relationship slowly changes from friends to something more.

Rumor Has It  - Severus doesn't believe the rumors that Lily finally agreed to go out with James Potter.

A Happy Thought - The 7th-year Defense Against the Dark Arts Class learns the Patronus Charm. James is shocked to learn what Lily's Patronus is.

A Promise - James sees no problem that they are only seventeen and have yet to meet each other's parents.

Hold On To The Memories, They Will Hold On To You - Lily Evans is ready to spend New Year's Eve alone in her bedroom until James Potter flies in and offers her a midnight ride.

A Miraculous Christmas Moment - A married Lily and James Potter wander around a London Christmas Market. James misses celebrating Christmas in Godric's Hollow.

Comfort and Joy - Baby Harry helps James decorate the Christmas Tree.

Querencia - The time Lily, James, and Harry spent as a family in their little house in the West Country was far too brief, but it was overfilled with love, laughter, and, above all, life.

Jily Challenge Fics

Three Lemons and a Dragon - Once upon a time there lived a Prince named James who had to save his father's Kingdom by getting married. One day an older woman gifts him three lemons that will lead him to his true love.

Erasmus Lovegoods’s Guide to Brewing Love Potions -At the start of every school year, the Ministry of Magic distributed leaflets to all students taking potions classes regarding the regulations and legality of highly controlled potions.

I'll Meet You After Dark - An Alternate Universe where the Statute of Secrecy hasn't been enacted yet. Tensions between the magical and non-magical communities are high.

My dog said I can't go out with you - Lily had been waiting patiently for James to ask her out for the first Hogsmeade weekend of the term. Sirius insists she turn James down so Sirius can hang out with her instead. (it's all part of Sirius' greater matchmaking plan)

Lighting Era

Goodbyes and Surprise Greetings - Ginny's brothers have abandoned her at the Burrow while they go to school or leave the country. But then she gets a surprise visitor.

The Past is a Bucket of Ash - Over burnt photographs, Harry had a late-night chat with Sirius about his family history.

The Parting Glass - The last full moon, Moony and Padfoot spend together.

Next Gen

We're Going On A Hippogriff Hunt -Two young boys go on a hippogriff hunt in the woods behind their house. Teddy hopes James doesn't figure out he knows nothing about hippogriffs.

Am I To Suffer This Constant Stream of Interruption? - Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley go on their first official date. James Sirius Potter is now a third-year at Hogwarts and is able to visit the village.

A Wonderful Idea - Vic planned a very grown-up date for her and Teddy. Too bad Teddy can't ice skate.

It's All About The Timing - James Sirius Potter has wanted to ask Ellie Longbottom out since he was twelve years old. Unfortunately, he can never get the timing right.

Know Your Roots - Albus Potter is unsure if helping Uncle Neville repot moonwort plants is part of detention or a lame attempt at godfather and godson bonding. It might be both.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #james potter #sirius black #jily #lily potter #lily evans #remus lupin #jily fanfiction #peter pettigrew #ginny weasley #neville longbottom #james sirius potter #albus severus potter #teddy lupin #victoire weasley #hp next gen

[sunshineoftheheart]

Gonna write some thoughts here, because I don’t want to deal with a bigger fandom on x…

I started watching HisMan2 as a pastime, not to take it seriously. At the time, I honestly believed it would be a scripted show, nothing to care much for...

Ended up highly invested in the love life of one Junseong and his love interest Seongho. More than anything – I guess for most people – it was Junseong that kept me watching and also wanting him to succeed or, at the very least, wanting him to leave without regrets, knowing he tried his best. Even if I did understand Seongho’s doubts (at the end of the day, it’s an 8 day show and what we see is edited), there were times he did annoy me and I couldn’t quite see why he was so focused on someone else.

I was thrilled they ended up together and for me that was good enough. Like others I was curious about what happened after the show and wanted to see them happy, but I wasn’t particularly keen on them becoming a social media couple. I feel it puts a strain on the relationship and it ends up being fake, because they will produce content for fans. It won’t be as in the show, where they more or less show themselves without a script (they can’t act to save their lives, just see the new episode of their brand deal). These were my thoughts then.

Now, I still love them, love seeing their posts on IG but I still struggle to watch their vlogs or seeing them (with their friends) try the social media route. I don’t think it works in the long run… Also, fans are getting demanding and what they want to see isn’t what I think JSH are ready or want to show (skinship, kisses, intimate moments).

Honestly, I wish them well and want them to really make it for years to come, but I don’t know how they’ll handle this attempt at being social media stars. They barely have time to date and when they do have time off they seem to be always making content to satisfy the fans… it's a big pressure on a relatively new relationship. Most of it was away from the eyes of others, so they were safe and protected. Now its very public and everyone's eyes are on them (not all watching kindly).

I guess I'd prefer to see their own posts of them hanging out, when they want, no cams, no vlogs... (interestingly enough JS posts the 2 while SH keeps his feed focused on himself and the couple posts he does have were almost all done by JS... But that's a different can of worms 🤣 they're truly very different but it works and that's all that matters).

Let’s not talk about all those “chance meetings” by local fans.. .They camp at MLT or at 2F and later call it chance meeting, it’s really not. It’s stalking and obsessive… under the guise of support, they invade their space constantly.

Just wanted to let it all out. Perhaps a bit hypocritical of me considering I also follow their activities on social media, but I genuinely care for this couple and want them to get married and living their lives peacefully. I don't know them personally but I am still invested and wish them well. 😩

Also I'll always have a soft spot for Junseong, more than anyone else... He's truly one of a kind. Hope he always sleep well and warmly.

#Lee Junseong #hisman2 #shin seongho #Junseongho

[wongyuuu]

seventeen as songs from folklore (ts)

this is also include songs from evermore

a/n: for this, i'll be giving songs and lyrics to each of the members, as well as small plots based on those lyrics. i don't plan to write all of these, but they are still my ideas (as basic as some of them might be). so if you are interested in writing one of them, you can message me about it. if you want to read one of them you can send in a request and i'll write for you

red | 1989 | reputation | lover | folklore | midnights

• Seungcheol ➝ Champagne Problems Your mom's ring in your pocket Her picture in your wallet You won't remember all my Champagne problems ↳ you watch from afar as Seungcheol moves on with his life after you broke his heart.

• Jeonghan ➝ Gold Rush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you ↳ you always took pride in the fact that you aren’t very jealous of your boyfriend, mostly because you trust him blindly. But, sometimes, you need him to remind you that you’re the only one he loves.

• Joshua ➝ ​'Tis The Damn Season You can run, but only so far I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me ↳ it’s been years since you last saw Joshua. At the time, both of you had been desperate to leave and ready to start your lives in the big city, however, you were the only one who managed to escape. Years later, you came back for the holidays and things seemed to be the exact same, including your feelings for him.

• Jun ➝ Hoax Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in Don't want no other shade of blue but you No other sadness in the world would do ↳ you knew Jun had fallen out of love with you a long time ago but still you couldn’t bring yourself to let go, having him hate you was better than not having his at all.

• Soonyoung ➝ Mirrorball And I'm still a believer, but I don't know why I've never been a natural, all I do is try try try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me ↳ Soonyoung is just tired of being the life of the party, of always being the one people go to when they aren’t feeling well because they know he will cheer them up. For once, he wished someone else did the listening and comforting.

• Wonwoo ➝ Seven Love you to the Moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long ↳ never in your life would you have thought that you would be able to love someone but then you met Wonwoo, and he showed you just how great love could be with the right person.

• Jihoon ➝ Illicit Affairs Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else ↳ Jihoon never thought that he would be the third person in a relationship and yet, there he is, looking at you from afar as you dance with your fiancé.

• Minghao ➝ Cardigan But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd hunt all of my what-ifs ↳ as a college student, you had a one-sided crush on Minghao. even years later, when he's no longer in your life, you can't help but compare every guy you meet to him.

• Mingyu ➝ Right Where You Left Me Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy ↳ you were never ready to move on after you lost Mingyu.

• Seokmin ➝ The One I persist and resist the temptation to ask you If one thing had been different Would everything be different today? ↳ you never thought you'd see Seokmin again, but when you're forced to change jobs you discover that he is your new boss you can't help but reminisce on the past.

• Vernon ➝ August Back when we were still changin' for the better Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all ↳ you always had hope that one day Vernon would see you as more than just a friend, so when he introduces you to his new girlfriend you feel your heart break into a million pieces.

• Seungkwan ➝ Invisible String Time, curious time Gave me no clue, gave me no signs We're there clues I didn't see? ↳ since you were kids, life always found a way to put you and Seungkwan together in the same room.

• Chan ➝ This Is Me Trying I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere Fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here Pouring out my heart to a stranger ↳ Everyone always had high expectations for Chan, he was always the future of something. For once, all Chan wanted was to live in the moment, and with you, he found an opportunity to do so.

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[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 35

Author’s note: First of the last four chapters...

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"May I come in?" I ask after knocking on the door.

"Yes, of course" Charles replies. "It's good to see you again, Eleanor."

"Yeah, you too" I smile.

"Please, have a seat. Do you want anything to drink?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

"So…" he says, nervously playing with his hands. "You wanted to talk, right?"

"Yes. I… I owe you an apology, Charles."

"What for?"

"What for?" I chuckle. "Charles, you asked me to marry you in front of a hundred guests and I said no and ran away!"

"You did. And?"

"And? Aren't you mad at me?"

"Not really" he shrugs.

"What?"

"I mean, I was when you left. But now I'm just… sad."

"And it is all my fault. That's why I must apologize."

"It isn't all your fault. I am the one who fell in love with you despite knowing that you loved someone else."

"I… I…"

"It's ok, Eleanor" he says, taking my hand on his. 

"I'm sorry, Charles. I truly am. I really tried to make things work, to love you the way you love me. But I…"

"You are in love with Declan."

"I am, yes. I tried to forget him, but I couldn't. I just couldn't."

"That usually happens when you meet the one, yes" he chuckles.

"Do you think he is the one?"

"Definitely" Charles smiles. "You've never looked at me or any other guy the way you look at him. Never smiled or laughed with me the way you have with him. And I've always been so jealous… Because I could see that it was true love, the one many people wish to find one day. And you should see the way he looks at you too, Eleanor… Heart eyes emoji."

"What?" I laugh.

"It is the only way to describe it" he shrugs again. "You are destined to be together, and one way or another, it was bound to happen."

"I just wish it would have happened differently. That I hadn't broken your heart in the process and made the press harass everyone Declan and I know because of it."

"Has it been that bad?"

"He's been living at West Ham's training center since Christmas because there are paps outside his house day and night. David still has people keeping an eye on his family because they've also bothered them. And from time to time they also follow Roberta and Mason."

"That sucks. I'm so sorry" Charles says, giving my hand a little squeeze.

"Thank you" I smile. "That's one of the reasons why I wanted to see you. To apologize, but also to tell you that I'm planning on talking with the press. I want to try and answer all their questions so they will leave everyone alone."

"What are you going to tell them?"

"That I said no to marrying you because I wasn't ready to take that step yet. That we discussed it, realized that we wanted different things, and decided to end our relationship."

"And when they ask if it was because you still love Declan? Because they will ask about him."

"I'll tell them that all these years we've remained as friends, and that it still stands, that nothing has changed between us. And then of course I'll ask them to please stop harassing him and his family."

"Will they stop, tho?"

"Knowing them they won't, no" I sigh. "But I have to try." 

"Is that a wise idea, tho? Talking to the press like that? You know they will push you to say more, to doubt and give them what they want" Charles says.

"David says it isn't. Grandmama says that it is the best option, to make things clear and that they hear me saying it. And my parents think the best idea is to release a statement."

"How did they take the news? Your mum must have been pissed."

"She's actually been very supportive, you know how our relationship has changed these past few years. The one who still is a bit confused is my dad. He didn't see it coming."

"Him? The man who knew you liked Declan since the moment you met? C'mon" Charles chuckles.

"That's what we've told him!" I laugh. "But he just says that he didn't notice because he is getting old."

"Could he be thinking about passing on the crown?"

"Nah, not yet."

"But you should start thinking about it…"

"Charles, I have enough problems and things to worry about right now. I don't need more."

"Ok, ok" he laughs. "But one day you are gonna be an amazing queen."

"You think so?"

"I'm sure of it."

"When I'm queen… Will I still have you as one of my best friends?"

"You will. I promise" Charles smiles, showing his dimples.

"Everything good between us, then?"

"Everything good."

"I love you, Charles. Even if it isn't the way you would like me to."

"I love you too, Eleanor" he says before hugging me. "Though one last thing."

"What" I say, moving to look at him.

"Tell Mr. Rice that if he dares to hurt you, I myself am sending MI6 after him."

"Oh, don't worry about that. My family already warned him."

"Good, good" Charles chuckles. "But now, since you've come all the way down to Monaco and the weather is pretty good keeping in mind it is January…  Would you like to go for a boat ride? As friends, of course."

"I would love that."

"On y va, your royal Highness" Charles says, standing up and offering me his hand.

"On y va" I smile as I take it.

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[stars-and-clouds]

Iba Hachiro- Character Behaviour Analysis

Yandere: A character, who has an obsessive and possessive side in regards to their crush, ready to use violent and murderous means to maintain an exclusive bond.

I think there is a lot of misunderstanding in regards to many characters which makes sense because of the numerous adaptations with canon changing each time but Iba Hachiro’s case is interesting because he has only one canon- the two main games Edo Blossoms and Kyoto Winds.

I'll try to explain why Iba is not a yandere/psychopathic/gaslighting/manipulating/lying man (I have read all of these adjectives being used to describe him and it’s really upsetting...).

Following are the reasons I came up with when having a discussion with a fellow server member and I thought I’d share them here to let others like me know that you’re not crazy or gaslighted by him for liking him...

1. He is completely missable if you don't pick his first two romance options. Yanderes do not give up, whereas Iba stops coming around if you don't remember him. He moves on. Something he would not have done if he was obsessed and was chasing Chizuru around.

2. You meet him again in other story paths and he does not talk beyond formality to you.

3. He stopped coming around and they grew distant as children as is wont to happen naturally. If he was deeply in love, that wouldn't have happened. They lived in the same city. His training would not have consumed his every day, every hour as he was still a child. He would have plenty of opportunities to come around.

4. Iba is not possessive at all. Kazama is actually the only possessive romance option afaik. Iba encourages you to look at other shinsengumi men because they're his friends too.

and politely asks you to wait a little bit so he at least has a chance. That seems very fair to me and he does not hint even once that if she does choose someone else, he will act crazy to obtain Chizuru instead of them.

When she does choose someone else, Souma in this case, he is supportive first and then naturally acts protective over a dear friend.

5. He pays attention to Chizuru's inner turmoil, very similar to Harada and Saito. When you pick the option to reluctantly leave the shinsengumi in chapter 5, he interrupts Hijikata (which is interesting since his dedication to Hijikata is on Yamazaki and Saito’s level) to say that knowing Chizuru’s wishes is important even when Hijikata scolds him for confusing Chizuru, and asks Chizuru if she really wants to leave. When she says no, he puts a rock on his own heart and let's her stay even though it is making him extremely worried knowing she'd be in the centre of a battlefield.

6. Actually cares for her mental well being by taking her out of the headquarters and by giving her new experiences like trying new sweets, taking walks to new areas, etc.

7. He wanted to kill himself for letting his demon arm control him. The man was seriously depressed of what he was doing to Chizuru when all he wanted was to make her happy.

7.1 He was literally asking her to leave him because he is unable to keep her safe. In an abusive relationship, such as with a yandere, possession is the ultimate goal. You don't ask for what you covet to leave you.

8. He is not gaslighting or manipulating Chizuru: He only brings up the past in about three instances and none of them are put in a way that is to gaslight her. They are always either in regards to her power or to explain why he feels protective of her. He never uses it to force her to feel a certain way about him.

9. He has not been obsessed with her for over a decade and did not train and become a warrior only for her: If that was the case he would not treat her with as much formality as he does on your non-romance paths. Their relationship would have always been on the front for him. He takes his Okuzume duties very seriously as his bushido is just as important to him as it is to the shinsengumi men. He is basically a shinsengumi warrior who couldn't be in the shinsengumi.

10. The nostalgia he holds for Chizuru makes sense since he is only 19 when you meet him. Chizuru is about 16-17. They had only 2-3 years between them. Since he was older, he would remember it better than Chizuru does and obviously think deeply upon the person who pushed him to go train. I have no doubt he would have picked up the katana at some point in his life, being the heir to one of the biggest dojo, but when he did it wasn’t out of a sense of filial duty, it was to protect a close friend. We all remember the reason or the person we were pushed onto our path in life. For him, it was Chizuru.

10.1 He is not lying or gaslighting Chizuru about her past: He cannot be lying about her bullying and healing powers because up until the game begins, Chizuru's powers are her best kept secret. How could he have known about them, if he wasn’t there when it happened? Not to mention, her recalling the past happens from her perspective. I feel like people take away Chizuru’s agency and treat her like an idiot when it comes to her own mind (I’ve seen this happen when people discuss Harada’s romance too). She isn’t a genius but she’s not a donkey either.

11. Chizuru's suppressed memories: in Kazama's route we learn what happened at Chizuru's village when she was a kid: the fire, killing, kidnapping etc. was a traumatising event. Being attacked with stones by bullies who call you monster is another traumatising event that happened only a few years later. Chizuru has had a traumatising past and it makes sense for her to forget a big chunk of her childhood, which would include forgetting the people she met, like Hachiro and replace it with a more familiar person like her father.

12. In regards to him being a "white knight": Firstly, why is being a white knight a bad thing? Secondly, that's literally his job. He is a samurai. They are sworn to their lords and a samurai's behaviour reflects upon the lord they serve. He is an okuzume which means he is directly connected to his lord i.e the shogun. If he is not behaving knightly, he is failing at his job. Not to mention, he is extremely sensitive and empathetic. He holds his values very close to his heart and believes in treating everyone with respect, despite his privilaged, noble upbringing. Being a bystander to injustices goes extremely against his nature and lifestyle.

13. Wearing his heart on his sleeve does not make him weak: I think a reason people dislike Hachiro is because he is very open about his feelings from the start. Somehow, his honesty is his problem...? I have seen the more cryptic love options like Kazama, Saito, Hijikata and Okita being more popular than the more open and honest ones like Harada, Iba and Sakamoto. Perhaps it is a preference but being openly vulnerable shows a different type of strength and it should be respected, imo.

14. He respects her wishes: He could sense Chizuru was not ready for sex yet and he respects it, even in his drunken state. Even when you choose to deny him, he is not passive aggressive. Again, yanderes/abusers/gaslighters don't do that. They would get offended and make you feel bad or scared of them.

Side note: I don't think Hachiro was ‘in love’ with Chizuru as a child. One can’t truly understand love at the age of 7-8. He uses the older brother honorific for himself in the first few interactions we have with him and only afterwards (chapter 2 iirc) that he stops using it, showing the transition from the childhood friend/older brother to a grown man who wants to court a woman.

#hakuoki #hakuouki #shinsengumi #otome #hijikata toshizo #saitou hajime #harada sanouske #todou heisuke #iba hachiro #kazama chikage #yukimura chizuru #visual novel #hakuoki kyoto winds #hakuoki edo blossoms #okita souji #character analysis #hachiro character analysis #hachiro x chizuru #Hachiro Iba #iba hachiro romance

[reptisoil]

Pros of not Sleeping || Stephen Strange x GN!reader ||

Summary: When Stephen finds sleeping hard one night, he decides the library is the best place to cure his ailment. Apparently, someone else had a similar problem.

Warnings: None

As Stephen turned over in his very comfortable bed, he sighed, wondering if this position would finally able him to sleep. He wasn't hopeful as he'd been on this journey since 9 pm and it was currently 1:35 am of the next day but he wasn't going to give up yet!

Stephen had this mindset until 2 am when he promptly got up, threw on a shirt and sweatpants, and trotted to the library. Some light reading would help, it was his go-to option for nights like these. What he saw when he walked in was a fellow sorcerer at the Sanctum, Y/n. He didn't know them well but they would nod when they saw each other and would help the other in training.

"Hey, didn't expect anyone else to be awake, nonetheless in the library, at this hour," He paused to walk over to the table they were sat at, "This seat taken?"

"For you? Never." Y/n looked up from the book they had their nose in. No doubt something Stephen had read at least two times but he asked about it anyways. This sparked a longer conversation about the mystic arts and eventually that led to Stephen's question he'd been wanting to ask for a while now. "So, what brought you to Kamar-Taj. Everyone knows my story but I'm happy to regale it to you again if that'll help you share yours?"

Y/n chuckled, the book was long forgotten and sadly doggy-eared (something Y/n did very reluctantly, it pained them), "No, no, that's okay. Um, I don't like to talk about it much but um, sure, I'll tell you."

As Y/n spoke their story, Stephen couldn't help but notice their eyes.. 'What a lovely shade.' He thought to himself as he studied the rest of Y/n's face. Once done, they looked at him, previously they had been staring at the table, watching as Stephen's scared hands and fingers interlocked on top of the table, the shaking still noticeable but not as much due to the table stabilizing them.

This little library meeting turned into a regular thing between the two sorcerers. They'd meet in the book-filled room and talk for hours and soon became extremely close. One day, Stephen worked up the courage to ask them on a date. He realized that he was ready to be in a relationship and the other person in said relationship should be Y/n.

So when he walked into the library and saw them with the plan in mind, his practiced speech went out the window. Their hair was perfect, the light of the room hitting their eyes just right, and the clothing they wore fit them perfectly. He sighed, sitting and crossing his hands on the table in front of them, "Hi Y/n."

They didn't look up so he assumed they were just about to finish a chapter or page or something so he let them be. After a few minutes, the page flipped, and a bookmark was placed on the new page as it closed. Y/n set the book aside and looked at their fellow sorcerer, "Hello Stephen. You sounded like you needed to ask me something, what's up?"

"Alright, welp, I did have a plan and speech prepared but then I saw you and you looked perfect. That might sound weird, let me try again. Will you get coffee with me tomorrow? Doesn't have to be coffee, hot chocolate is good too, tea also, whatever you please, it's on me if you say yes." Stephen got less and less confident as he spoke but the smile that morphed into a grin on Y/n's face told him he was about to be happy or very sad.

"I'd love to go get a hot drink with you, Stephen. Thanks for finally asking, I thought I'd have to here soon." The two chuckled and for the first time in a long while, Stephen got a good night's sleep that night.

BONUS:

"HHM, HOT!" Stephen yelped, sat across from him was his date, Y/n. They looked at him with a blank face, "No shit, Sherlock."

#stephen strange #dr strange #mcu #mcu fandom #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #marvel fic #avengers #marvel x reader #x reader #x yn #gn reader #reptisoil #dr stephen strange #doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #doctor stephen strange #doctor stephen strange x reader #yes i did that on purpose

[intothemysticfic]

E.O.L: Meeting the Members

"Sooo," Haechan starts, dragging out the word. Taeil is on high alert even in his nearly drunken state. He's immediately worried that Haechan has an ulterior motive for insisting on getting drinks. "About this person you've been seeing. It's pretty serious, right?"

Taeil nods, confused but willing enough to answer Haechan’s question. He is really serious about you, after all. The too-loud "I knew it" that follows startles him. "Why have you been hiding them away?"

"I haven't been." Though now that he's thinking about it he hasn't introduced you to any of the members, but he's sure he's mentioned you plenty... Pretty sure.

"Yes, you have. I want to meet them," Haechan whines, pouting for good measure.

"Okay." Taeil isn't sure what else to say. You aren't a secret, and he doesn't mind you meeting everyone. Before Taeil can process what's happening, Haechan is out of his seat and rounds the table to drop beside him. "Let's video call them."

"Now?"

"Come on! You've been seeing this person for months, and it's only fair for your favorite to see them first." It doesn't take much convincing; he loves talking to you and seeing your face. Haechan squeals when your face appears on the screen. "So cute," he exclaims as a greeting.

"Hey, sweetheart, Haechan wanted to say hi."

"Hi," Haechan parrots, grinning widely, eyes leaving the screen of Taeil’s phone briefly to message the group chat, proudly rubbing it in that he was the first to talk to you.

Every time Johnny answers a message from you, it shows on his face; he's talking to someone special with whom he is quite taken. Naturally, the members are curious, and Johnny's happy to introduce you. When Mark catches him engrossed in his phone, a dopey grin on his face, Mark knows that Johnny's talking to the person he's been going on dates with. Mark nudges his friend's shoulder, questioning, "When am I going to get to meet this person?"

Johnny shrugs, "We're meeting for coffee soon; wanna come with me?"

"Sure!"

"Great, I'll let them know." Mark is so kind and friendly when you meet, eagerly engaging you in conversation. Johnny's one of his best friends, so he wants to know everything about you. When Johnny calls you later, he breaks the news, "I don't think we'll be able to meet up alone for a while."

"What do you mean?"

"Haechan and Yuta are apparently jealous that Mark got to have coffee with you." You can only laugh because, honestly, if the others are half as nice as Mark was, you know everything will be fine.

The members have known about you since the first day that Taeyong met you at the shelter. He'd confessed during practice that he'd met the most amazing person. He's been giddy and nervous in turns since meeting you, going to various members for advice, and gushing about you to others. When he starts to second guess himself, afraid that he sees you through rose-tinted glasses, he asks Yuta and Doyoung if they'd like to meet you. They agree quickly, excited to finally meet the person who captured their friend's heart so thoroughly.

You're nervous when Taeyong first suggests hanging out with a few of his members, intimidated almost because you want them to like you. They both look so severe when you first approach them, but soon, their critical appraisal gives way to friendly chit-chat and light-hearted teasing. "Do you hear that," Yuta asks.

"What is it?"

"I think I can hear wedding bells." Embarrassment floods you. It may be too soon for talk of wedding bells, but you can't wait to move forward with Taeyong.

When the two of you first met, it was easy to keep you hidden, to keep you to himself. As Yuta’s feelings grow and the relationship progresses from tentative to tangible, he's ready to show you off. His simple crush has exploded into something monumental, and he's prepared to show you off like a prized possession. He's found this beautiful, fantastic person who makes him so happy; he wants everyone to know it. He's showing your pictures to all the members before you ever meet them.

He's halfway tempted to throw you off the deep end and introduce you to all the members simultaneously, but he respects your request when you beg him not to. Instead, he invites you along to various activities with the different members. You have dinner with Mark and Jungwoo. The newest action movie is seen with Jaehyun and Taeyong. And so on.

Doyoung’s stylist had ratted him out for flirting with you the first day he met you. The members have been teasing him since. That's part of the reason he keeps pushing off introducing you to anyone; he's a little afraid they'll tease you, too. And as irrational as it is, he's kind of worried that they'll scare you away. But he should have known things could always go worse... You met several of the members on set without him to run interference.

You know you'll be working on set with Taeyong, Yuta, and Johnny, but you don't know if they know you are dating Doyoung. Turns out he's talked about you a lot. "Let's take a picture," Yuta eagerly suggests. "I want to send it, Doyoung."

The three of you take several pictures together throughout the day. Without fail, after every photo, you'll get a message from Doyoung pouting about how it isn't fair that the members are getting to spend too much time with you.

You're something Jaehyun keeps to himself for a long time, not because he's scared or doesn't want anyone to know about you, but because having this one thing all to himself is nice. The members aren't stupid, though, and they catch on eventually. When Johnny insinuates that he must not be serious about you, he introduces you to the members.

He brings you to the dorms, keeping an arm around you like you belong there. He doesn't tell anyone in advance, so as the word spreads through the members, they filter through the living room, curious to meet you. "Finally! It's nice to meet the person who has been making him blush at his phone so much."  

Jungwoo loves spending time with you and incorporating you into his life in any way he can. Naturally, this means that you met the members early on. Mark's a little startled when he enters the dorm to see a new face. With a wide grin, Jungwoo tells him your name like that's supposed to explain everything, except it doesn't, but Mark has the grace not to ask the million questions he has in front of you. Mark instead leaves to converse with Haechan to see if he knows what is up.

Together, they integrate Jungwoo after you go. He shrugs like the two of them should know - he's dating you; of course, Jungwoo will have you with him anywhere, anytime he can. It becomes natural to see you with Jungwoo whenever you're free. 

Mark's not good at keeping secrets, particularly the life-altering kind. The I've found the love of my life kind - not that he wants to keep you a secret. And not that he’s willing to admit to the love of his life thing. It just means that the members pick up quickly on the fact that he has someone special in his life. The nerves born of wanting to impress you, look good for you, and make you happy are always obvious.

"Please be nice," he begs, "Don't tease them like you do me." You smile as you come up behind them, catching the conversation. "Babe, I can handle a little bit of teasing."

He startles at the sound of your voice blushing. "I just don't want them to make you uncomfortable." As the night progresses, he realizes he doesn't need to be worried. 

Haechan introduces you to the members like it's no big deal. With your hand held firmly in his, he walks you straight into the practice room filled with his bandmates. There's no fanfare, though there is momentary surprise from the members; they adjust quickly to your presence. Introducing themselves and welcoming you into the fold, but it’s obvious that a few of the members are eager to question Haechan.

He likes you, he wants to be with you, you're a part of his life, and you will remain a part of his life. He loves and admires his members, but they'll have to get used to having you around because you're going nowhere. 

#nct #nct 127 #nct fanfic #nct scenarios #nct reactions #nct imagines

[hungerpunch]

as the resident VB connoisseur I would love to know your opinion on his dynamic with Guanyu. I see a lot of hero worship, soft dom/sub potential there. In general its nice to see someone so openly in awe of valtteri

anon plsss i read this and put it in my mental soup pot to stew for several hours, considering it. i really like guanyu and, you're right, he's been so openly complimentary of valtteri. from the outside looking in, it looks like vb is doing a good job of balancing the fact that they are innately competitors with being a mentor. it seems to me that while socializing on the grid is not necessarily a priority for valtteri, it is important to him to actively help cultivate a positive environment for guanyu. i respect that bc i feel similarly in my daily life: my circle is small, but it's small so that i can put all my energy into tending it very well. i can't imagine how nervous/scared guanyu was entering the f1 arena for the first time, i can only imagine how scared i would be, and separately and apart from my love & appreciation of vb, i'm extremely grateful that his new team and teammate have been welcoming. i hope that despite all the DNFs and inconsistency w/ alfa romeo's cars, he'll be able to look back and say that his rookie year was a good experience.

sorry i'm getting away from the point.

i think their dynamic deserves much inspection bc it is so multi-layered. on the surface, they seem to fit well bc they are both relatively calm, even-tempered, respectful, and focused on their jobs. but underneath that we know that they are really goofy, as evidenced by their respective social media, and i think they probably understand each other's sense of humor. we know they each have interests besides racing that they are passionate about and though those interests are different, differences tend to serve as complements in a healthy relationship.

one moment that has stuck with me since seeing it was during the pitstop podcast when guanyu admitted he's already thought about where he would take valtteri to eat if they visited shanghai. like he's already daydreamed about showing vb around his city ;_; bc he likes vb and wants to spend time n share experiences with him. that's so cute bro.

taking their dynamic into a dom/sub space is a new consideration for me! i'll put it under a cut

i think when i start considering relationships from a bdsm perspective, i generally find that i take a kernel of something to serve as the core. if i were gonna do that with these two, it would be this:

the fact that guanyu posted this on both twitter & weibo, and captioned it differently on weibo in his first language... don't even talk to me. he's not ready to be vulnerable where vb could see and understand it but he's gotta speak his truth somehow!!! haven't we all been there with a crush? extremely relatable, babe.

and maybe that's the heart of it! guanyu didn't know what to expect, meeting valtteri, besides perhaps professional courtesy. he didn't expect to be seen, considered, and treated so equally! he didn't expect valtteri to notice how nervous he was before his first f1 race and to take time out to calm him down. and we all know that the recipe for imprinting on someone is to: a) be removed of your usual comforts and support b) experience a high intensity of pressure c) that someone shows you an unexpected kindness when you really need it. i feel like we've all been there, about to break down in tears because a random stranger was nice to us on a bad day. you really feel that shit hit, right? like idk you but i'm more grateful for you than anyone else in this world right now.

and that was just their beginning. now, valtteri's been a lighthouse in the storm for many many months. a calming touch point after frantic races, poor results. always there with a word of comfort, to pump him back up after he's been deflated, always a big hand on his shoulder or patting his back. the first time guanyu curls in and turns the gesture into a hug instead, he's sort of shocked at himself, but even more shocked at how valtteri reciprocates the hug without hesitation.

guanyu feels like he'll remember that first hug for the rest of his life. wants it all the time, the feeling of valtteri's chest against his, wrapped in his arms. on bad days, dreams about it ending with a forehead kiss. on worse days, hamstrung by homesickness and the pressure of his first year, dreams about it ending with a mouth kiss. it's not an instant physical attraction, but a gradual one, where one day guanyu realizes he's staring at the patch of grey whiskers in valtteri's beard while he talks and identifies that the itch he feels is the urge to touch it. he feels guilty and embarrassed by that, tries not to think about it too much, but it's undeniably baked into his brain. how he thinks of valtteri as a guiding hand, a steady presence, a calming voice of reason. qualities that he wants to consume, that he wants to embody, that he wants to be submerged in.

and i think of valtteri as such a competent, focused soft dom. he sees guanyu responding to his advice, engaging with his questions, turning shy at valtteri's praise. he knows, he's familiar with the type of person who has all the makings of greatness but is still too young to realize their own power, too young to feel much besides lost. and feeling lost is never nice. valtteri knows. he wants to make him feel better.

idk where i'm ultimately going with this but i think the image i'm conjuring in my mind is of a late night, after a race that yielded mediocre results, they've met up for a drink. in a dark bar. guanyu has expressed frustration, insecurity. the bar is emptying out. it's late. the bartender abandons his post to fetch more stock from the backroom and so, free of watchful eyes, valtteri dares to reach out, card his fingers through guanyu's silky-soft hair. "you're doing good," he says, lowly. guanyu sort of froze at the touch, and now his eyes drop from valtteri's. "i'm serious," valtteri continues. "you're doing a great job. everyone can see it."

and guanyu swallows hard, tries to fight his blush. because valtteri has said so little, but it means so much, and the truth is that he would follow that reassuring voice anywhere. especially to a bedroom.

#well this got out of hand #hm. HMM. much to think about. #i actually didn't want to stop i just had to make myself #thanks for presenting me w this opportunity to explore and play anon #hope ur still around to read it 😂 #ask #anon #valtteri bottas #zhou guanyu #f1