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esamastation · 7 months

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Part fifty-eight of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: forty-seven forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-fix, fifty-seven

The first day with Tseng as his babysitter begins easily enough. They have breakfast, they have tea, Tseng has impeccable manners, and even compliments the tea… There's no weird comments, no pointed looks, and when Sephiroth gets ready to train, Tseng says nothing, just follows him outside to watch.

And then he watches. He watches Sephiroth very closely. He watches every movement like he's looking for flaws. Sephiroth feels like he's being graded, like this is a test and every move he makes is being scored on a damn point scale!

Who could concentrate on cultivation like this?!

"Do you have to?" Sephiroth asks irritably.

"I am not doing anything," Tseng says mildly as if he's not just standing there, staring.

Giving him an unimpressed look, Sephiroth rests one hand on his hip. "Reno and Rude managed to observe without being in my face about it - can't you do the same?"

"If the result is the same, why does it matter which way I go about my observation?" Tseng asks. "I will still be observing, and you will still be aware of it."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't have to see your face doing it," Sephiroth says, annoyed.

"Inability to handle public pressure seems an odd quality for someone so… famous."

The guy is actually trying to piss him off. Sephiroth realises this with a mixture of incredulity and awe. Tseng is actually trying to make him, Sephiroth, the Big Bad with one psychotic episode already behind him, lose his temper. Does the guy have no survival instincts, or is this some kind of test?

Probably a test. The Turks are far too practical for it to be the other thing. And that makes it a little less annoying and far more worrisome.

"What do you want, Tseng?" Sephiroth asks slowly. "Do you want me to lose control?"

Tseng blinks at him, his face like a fine-featured mask. "Are you going to?"

Annoying. "Keep this up and I might."

"Very well," Tseng says and fucking settles down to wait.

Sephiroth suppresses the urge to tap his foot at the man and instead takes a step back mentally. It's another manipulation tactic, and it's not even subtle. Tseng is doing some corporate middle manager psychology bullshit, establishing authority through perceived roles in the corporate ladder.

I'm the observer and the judge. You are on trial. Now perform for me.

Ugh, it gives him the worst kind of flashbacks for Shen Yuan's family life. Did not miss that part of it one bit! But now that he knows what's up…

Sephiroth smiles at Tseng - who of course doesn't so much as blink in return, but Sephiroth can sense how he goes on guard.

You want to play office politics, sir? You picked the wrong Peak Lord.

"Very well," Sephiroth says pleasantly. "Then you can help me with this."

That makes Tseng actually react. "I'm sorry?"

"Your job here isn't just to observe me, is it? It's also to get me back to my duties promptly, right?" Sephiroth says and smiles a little wider. "That will occur much faster with your help."

Tseng hesitates, clearly sensing the trap.

"Unless you want my report to eventually include a section explaining how I could've, surely, returned to work faster, if only I had the cooperation of my coworker."

Tseng's eyes are narrow. "We are not coworkers."

"We work for the same company, don't we? In different branches, perhaps, but still within the same corporate structure - within the same department, even. Ultimately, aren't our goals within Shinra the same?" Sephiroth purrs, putting all his smug villainy into it. "Surely we should be working together."

Now, Tseng could still decline. If this was your usual corporate politics, maybe he would've. But there's not much Tseng can actually gain in the attempt of putting Sephiroth down, seeing as they really are in very different fields within the company. So there's a different motive for his posturing. Question is, when given different avenues to pursue, which will tilt the scales? The original goal, whatever it was, or a new opportunity and all its potential gains?

What's the worth of an indebted Sephiroth to Tseng?

"Very well," Tseng finally says and steps forward, adjusting his gloves as he does. He's suspicious, more so than before, but there's a crack, an opening, in his hard outer shell. "What can I do for you?"

Sephiroth smiles a little wider. Seems like what his Da-ge used to say is true after all. Ultimately, all successful company men are opportunists.

"Tell me, Tseng - do you use Materia?" Sephiroth asks.

"... I do, yes," Tseng says slowly. "Though I wouldn't call myself an expert, especially in the face of a SOLDIER."

Well, isn't that a surprise. Humility. "Do you have any you particularly favour?" Sephiroth asks interestedly.

Tseng hesitates, just looking at him for a moment. "I tend to carry at least a Sense and a Barrier with me."

Information and defence. "Fitting," Sephiroth hums, looking him up and down. "Using Materia, you have a pool of MP," he says. "Correct?"

"... Yes, obviously I do," Tseng agrees slowly, even more on edge now. "What of it?"

Sephiroth's eyes wander up his face - and to the red dot adorning the space between his brows.

In PIDW many cultivators marked their upper dantian. Shen Qingqiu did too, when he felt like it, with a little red line. It was where Luo Binghe's Demon Seal rested too, marking his connection and curse from the heavens. What such markings mean tends to vary with the setting and what rules, traditions and myths were in play. But usually they mark someone as especially enlightened.

Why Tseng has a mark on his forehead, Sephiroth has no idea. He's pretty sure it wasn't ever fully explained or explored, like a lot of other things about Wutai. It's very clearly deliberately applied, and it means something.

Sephiroth hums to himself, as the Turk braces himself for a battle he doesn't even know is already over.

"Tell me, Tseng," he says and smiles, "Do you know where the MP resides in your body?"

Get Shizun'd, part two.

This was brought to you by fever and a good nap.

#Fanfiction #svsss #ff7 #sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #tseng of the turks

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half-bakedboy · 2 months

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For bucktommy! “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”

read on ao3

Buck knows objectively that dating a guy is much different than dating a girl. He’s done enough research—if a lot of articles like Dating Advice for Gay, Bi, and Pansexual Men count—about how dating someone new is supposed to be exciting and nerve-wracking, and dating men isn’t going to feel any different than dating a woman.

If that’s all true, then why has he never felt so awkward in his life?

He’s sitting across from Tommy at this quaint Italian restaurant that Maddie once mentioned wanting Chimney to take her to and all he feels is unsettled. The table is too small between them and Buck worries that if either of them moves, their knees will knock over everything on top of it. Buck ordered white wine because it seemed like the classy choice but he hates wine, and Tommy ordered a red wine that makes him wince every time he swallows.

The butter is as hard as a rock and Buck refuses to eat bread without it ever since his first date with Abby. Somehow, this date almost rivals Abby performing a tableside tracheotomy because Buck choked on the dry bread he’d shoved in his mouth to tame that awkwardness.

He catches himself glancing down consideringly at the basket of bread rolls before him but looks away abruptly when Tommy breaks the silence.

“So, this is a nice place,” Tommy decides. Buck nods and grabs both sides of the small table with a white-knuckled grip. “How’d you find it?”

“Maddie! My sister,” he says, unsure how much their mutual friends have told him. “Chim’s girlfriend. Fiance actually, but uh, my sister. She suggested it to me.”

“As a place to grab drinks?” Tommy asked with a raised eyebrow.

Buck shook his head. “As a place for a date,” Buck says proudly, tipping his chin up a little, challenging anyone to say a damn word about it. A small smile tugs at the corner of Tommy’s lips at the words.

“You told your sister you had a date? Did you tell her…” The rest of the question is obvious, but Tommy pulls back like he’s unsure whether he should ask.

“That this is my first date with a dude?” Buck finishes for him. Tommy chuckles and takes a sip of his classic red wine. He presses his lips together as he swallows and nods. “Not necessarily, but Tommy isn’t exactly a gender-neutral name.”

“Hey, it’s a big step. I’m proud of you either way,” Tommy says softly.

He reaches for Buck’s hand across the table like he’s testing the waters. It should be a cute moment, but Buck panics—an obnoxious casualty of his sexuality crisis—and turns his palm up to welcome the first public sign of affection between them, knocking over both of their glasses of water, drenching the aforementioned bread rolls.

Buck immediately thinks it’d be hard to choke himself with them now.

“God, I am so sorry.” Buck panics, stands up too abruptly, and the knees he was so previously concerned about hit the edge of the table painfully, sending Tommy’s almost empty plate onto his lap along with the remnants of water on the table.

Buck feels his face heat up like a furnace and he closes his eyes in hopes that this is all some fever dream born out of his fears of his newfound sexuality. But Tommy is chuckling and a waitress is apologizing like this is somehow her fault and Buck has to accept that he really is just bad at this.

He has his hands white-knuckled on the back of his chair and he’s considering just running away when a gentle hand rests over his. When he looks up, Tommy is still grinning—Buck doesn’t understand how he just keeps smiling through it all—like he isn’t covered in all of Buck’s mistakes.

“Evan,” Tommy mutters. There’s humor in the voice and Buck feels like he might actually die if Tommy makes fun of him. “Do you wanna get out of here?” Tommy asks. Buck’s eyebrows pull together and he sees the moment Tommy reads his mind. “C’mon, Kid.”

Tommy somehow unglues Buck’s hand from the chair to maneuver them toward the door. Buck apologizes to every waitstaff he sees, but it doesn’t matter. They’re all looking at him with so much pity that Buck feels like one of the patients on his calls. It’s a feeling he really hates, especially when Tommy must notice the stares, too.

Once they’re outside, Buck blurts, “Please don’t tell Eddie how bad this is going.”

Tommy snorts out his laughter like he’s been holding it in for hours. Buck should be mortified, but Tommy’s hand is still gripped in his and it’s firm and warm and much larger than his own.

“Oh, I’m gonna,” Tommy promises. Buck attempts to pull his hand away but Tommy only squeezes tighter. “Evan, c’mere.”

This time, Tommy pulls him into a warm hug while they stand in the cool night air. Buck breathes him in, eyes closing as he relaxes into the touch. He’s rarely smaller than those he hugs, and he’s never been smaller than someone he’s hugged like this. It’s almost like Tommy is ensuring Buck knows he’s still interested. Even after the awkwardness and tragedy, Tommy knows Buck has more to offer and is willing to find out.

It means so much to Buck that when Tommy pulls away, he has to stop himself from gripping even tighter at Tommy’s broad shoulders. He doesn’t move far, though, and keeps one hand on Buck’s waist, playing with the fabric there like he’s somehow more nervous than Buck. When he starts walking, Buck follows, finding no reason not to trust wherever Tommy is taking them.

“Are you… okay with all of this?” Tommy asks. Buck blanches because he never once considered his inability to remain calm around this man to come off as some sort of internalized homophobia.

“Y-Yes! I’m—Are you okay with this? With me?” Tommy tilts his head inquisitively, cocking an eyebrow up like he doesn’t know exactly. “C’mon, don’t pretend that this wasn’t the worst date you’ve ever been on.”

“I’ve been on a lot of bad dates, Evan,” Tommy says.

Though, it’s not as reassuring as Buck thinks he meant it to be.

Tommy sighs. “I think that we both wanted this to be perfect. For some reason, I’m attracted to you,” he teases, “and I wanted to woo you on your first ‘date with a dude’,” he mocks, earning a smack from Buck. “I remember how terrifying my first public date with a man was, so I can imagine how you were feeling leading up to this.”

“It was scary for you, too?” Buck asks shyly. He’s more reassured by that fact than anything else. In his attempts to not be weird about the date, he tried to hide his fears—this is something so new and important to him but it might not be a singular experience.

“Oh my God, yes!” Tommy laughs. “It was with a dancer. A small guy who looked like he walked straight out of the magazines I used to keep under my bed when I was a teenager.”

“I forgot you grew up in the 80s,” Buck teases. Tommy pinches his waist in retaliation and Buck squirms just a little closer to him.

“Since he was a dancer, I tried to find us a club. You know, dancing at a club was a stereotypically gay thing I could do to prove to this guy I was, in fact, gay. Like the asking-on-a-date part wasn’t explanatory enough.”

“Dancing’s a good first date!” Buck argues, not yet seeing the downside to this conversation.

“Oh, it can be! Except I was terrified to fuck it up, so trusted some stranger on the internet to recommend a spot.”

“Oh no,” Buck mutters.

“Oh, yes,” Tommy agrees. He winces like the memory has been repressed for a little too long. “It was a swingers, leather club. Needed a password to get in.”

“The stranger didn’t give you the password, did he?” Buck guesses.

“Worse. My date knew it and ditched me almost the second we got inside.”

“Oh no,” Buck repeats, though he’s holding back laughter. Tommy waves him on.

“Go ahead, go ahead. Get your laughs out.”

Buck does, throwing his head back for a moment before looking back over at Tommy. He’s staring at Buck like he’s made of sunshine and Buck has never felt brighter.

“So, is this your way of telling me you're into leather, then?” Buck jokes.

“It’s my way of telling you,” Tommy stops, turns, and makes sure he’s looking directly into Buck’s eyes, “that first dates are terrifying no matter who you are with, but how you feel about someone at the end is all that matters.”

“Yeah?” Buck asks. He feels small with Tommy’s eyes on him, with Tommy’s hand around his waist, sliding to the small of his back where he’s unused to being touched so gently.

“Yeah,” Tommy agrees. Buck waits until Tommy glances down at his lips before he smiles.

“And how do you feel about me?” Buck asks. He brings his hands up to put one of Tommy’s broad shoulders and the other brushes a strand of Tommy’s hair back. The red that blooms on Tommy’s cheeks makes Buck’s heart sore.

“I feel…” Tommy begins to lean forward and Buck’s ready for the kiss this time. He isn’t going to be surprised. He knows what to do with his hands. He’s ready to show Tommy that he knows how to kiss better than he knows how to date.

But then Tommy’s gone, and when Buck realizes it, they’re already a few feet apart, Tommy walking backward down the street.

He shouts, “I feel a little damp and sticky. Come back to my place so we can fix that?”

Buck runs after him, shouting, “Is that an innuendo? I don’t get them all yet!”

Contagious laughter echoes through the almost empty streets, and joy thrums through Buck’s entire being. Awkwardness aside, he thinks he could easily get used to this.

#bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #kinkley #911 on abc #911 spoilers #911 #911 fic #long post #answered #anonymous #this turned so long so i put it on a03 first alskjdf;lasd #i just love bucks awkwardness #should've put in an ally mention tho a;lsdjkfl;as #lmao

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redrose10 · 2 months

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Hi i had this idea of a short oc and idols BTS. Where they meet during the concert prep and OC is super strong and can whistle like a pro. Not the normal whislte though the one with fingers and is very loud

Here you go! I hope this is okay.

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It was coming towards the end of your first week as a member of the styling team for BTS. Between having to lay out the clothes and help dress seven members for multiple performances, interviews, fan meets, photo shoots, and TWO music video shoots you were exhausted. The stress of all of this was starting to get to you. It didn’t help that the boys seemed to like to give you a hard time. A showing of love and acceptance according to one of the more senior stylists, but you saw it as they were testing the waters to see just how much you’d let them get away with.

Lucky for them you were pretty easy going and had more patience than most.

That’s why you didn’t even flinch when Jungkook “accidentally” popped off two buttons on his dress shirt five minutes before an interview causing you to sew so fast the needle pricked your finger countless times.

Or when Hobi stole all of your style plans and turned them into little origami swans leaving you having to guess who was wearing what to where for the whole day.

OR when Taehyung sat there watching and even recording as Yeontan happily chewed away on one of Jin’s shoes he needed for a photoshoot leaving you to have to run to the nearest store to purchase a new pair in panic.

You kept reminding yourself that today was the final day and then you were off for a few. The boys just had this final interview which should be easy enough to get through so you put the finishing touches on their outfits before standing back admiring your work. They could be annoying, but damn they were handsome.

Then you saw it. Their manager walked in carrying trays of drinks and bags of donuts as a quick breakfast since they’re all that was open. You looked at the boys standing there in their crisp all white outfits and your heart stopped.

Jungkook picked up a donut that was particularly heavy on the chocolate frosting and he smirked in your direction as he took as big a bite as he could. Frosting falling to the floor.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Namjoon going for a jelly filled one. It seemed like it was in slow motion, but you watched as a little glob of raspberry jelly fell from the donut landing directly in the middle of Yoongi’s thigh leaving a bright red stain. He jumped up waiving his hands trying to find a towel, but in the process knocked over his iced americano causing the liquid to spill all over the back of Jimin who was sitting on the carpet next to him unaware of what had just happened.

Jimin jumped up thanks to the ice cold drink running down his spine. Thinking that Yoongi dumped the drink on him on purpose he grabbed the nearest donut he could, a strawberry filled with pink frosting and sprinkles, and smeared it all over the front of Yoongi’s shirt.

Before you could even react Yoongi grabbed a drink from the table, matcha of course, and tried throwing it at Jimin. But thanks to Jimins quick reflexes he ducked, the drink completely missing him and instead landing all over Jin’s white pants.

Today was supposed to be easy. Today was supposed to be simple. You’d had enough of these guys shenanigans and were tired of them making your job difficult. You were going to set them straight.

All seven members were bickering back and forth. The other stylists trying to do damage control and save what they could. You on the other hand took a deep breath before placing two fingers in your mouth and whistling as strongly and loudly as you possibly could. Something you’d learned from your mom when you were younger.

Immediately everyone in the room froze and looked at you with wide eyes. “How did that sound come out of her? She’s so tiny?”, Jin whispered.

Jungkook gently placed Yoongi back on the floor, Hobi dropped the cinnamon sugar donut he was trying to stuff into Namjoon’s mouth, Taehyung smacked Jimin’s hand away when he tried to dump the last little drop of coffee onto Jin. Bang PD even sat up a little straighter.

“Alright listen. I’m done playing these games. You are all grown men so start acting like it. No more making things difficult or I swear on everything that I will make you regret it. Because I will spend every day hoping and wishing that each one of you wakes up feeling like there is a pebble in your shoe. Whenever you walk anywhere there will just be a tiny little annoying feeling on the bottom of your foot, but when you take off your shoe? Bam! Nothing is there. But you will still feel it.”

Jungkook started to snort at your odd threat, but Yoongi quickly smacked his shoulder to shut him up.

You continued, “Understood? Good! Now let’s clean up and then remove any of your clothes that are stained and we’ll replace them with what we can. There’s only fifteen minutes until your interview so let’s hurry up.”

As quickly as possibly the boys cleaned up their mess while the make-up artists and stylists tried to salvage what they could.

Thankfully the interview went great. The guys looked presentable. Not what you’d imagined, but not the worst you’d ever seen them look either. The guys all apologized for the way they had been acting and promised it wouldn’t happen any more. They even had dinner delivered from your favorite restaurant as a peace offering.

As you were packing up the last of your belongings and making your way to your car you found a very disgruntled looking Namjoon standing in the hallway. He had two fingers in his mouth and was blowing so hard you thought he might pass out. When he noticed you giving him a concerning look he awkwardly chuckled, “Y/N, please teach me how to whistle like that. That was amazing. I could really use it. I’ve been trying for hours, but I just can’t get it.”

You giggled before motioning for him to follow you offering to give him a lesson.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #namjoon #jin #yoongi #jimin #jungkook #jhope #taehyung #bangtan #bts fluff #bts fic #bts army #bts crack

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catkyunie · 5 months

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scene i: personal performance [j.wy]

one auspicious email, overwhelming desire, and the need to please. you never expected to find your partner in such a state but now that you have, you can't peel your eyes away // i tease you [masterlist]

♡ Pairing: jung wooyoung x f!reader

♤ Genre(s): smut, established relationship(s), polyam

♧ Word Count: 2.6

♡ Rating: MDNI

♢ Net: cromernet

additional smut warning(s): mutual masturbation, fingering, mentions of sex tape, dirty talk, cum eating, handjob

He couldn’t help himself. What had initially started as an evening catching up on work emails and invoices, quickly turned into something much less innocent, thanks to one email in particular. It had been left unopened in his inbox for days now, the subject line causing a knot to form in the pit of his belly, the attached media leaving him salivating. He didn’t need to open it to know what it was. The body of the email said enough.

Subject: Camera Test

Tiny wanted to help test the new camera. Let us know what you think

“Bastard…” Woo huffed under his breath, quickly clicking on the attachment. To no one’s surprise, he was welcomed by you on screen, big, doe eyes looking directly into the camera with a certain someone’s dick pumping into your pretty mouth. It didn’t take much to get Wooyoung’s blood bubbling. Honestly, you tucking your hair behind your ear was all it took some days. This was no different. When he decided to hover over that email, he knew he was done with work. Now, stretched back in his office chair with one hand on his dick and the other under his shirt and teasing his pert nipples, Youngie watched on as you shifted positions. Your plump ass now rocking back into your mutual partner’s pelvis, your perfect pussy taking every inch as you fucked yourself silly on them.

You couldn’t help yourself. You had slinked into your shared apartment, quiet as a mouse, not wishing to disturb Wooyoung, whether he was working, resting, or gaming. As you shrugged yourself out of your coat and heels and placed them and your bag on their respective racks, you heard something…suspicious. A familiar sound came from up the hallway, past the door of Woo’s office that was only slightly ajar. You paused, swallowing past the lump that had manifested in your throat, and listened for it again, patiently, eagerly. Once a few heartbeats had come and gone, you took a hesitant step forward and was stilled in your tracks, the sound finding your ears again. Just as you had thought, it was a sound you were intimately familiar with, one that you were accustomed to hearing breathed into your ear while your partner was ravishing you. The smallest of whines, feral and needy, pulling directly from his chest and leaving his body in a lewd cadence. Like a siren’s call, it spurred you deeper into the apartment, mindful of your steps, despite the way your lower abdomen began to twist with heat.

As you crept closer to the office door, the sounds of his desperate panting became more intricate, tiny little curses pushing past his lips in tandem with the sounds of slick skin on skin. Your body responded in turn, an instant influx of molten heat pooling between your legs and forcing you to swallow down a moan of your own. You hadn’t even set eyes on him yet and you were already damn near ruined. Finally, angling your body and peeking into the office, what meets your eyes was something that, while expected, took the breath from your lungs and almost caused you to crumble on sight. Woo was angled back in his office chair, the hem of his white tank caught between his teeth while the elastic of his shorts was pulled taught at his knees. The planes of his body, rigid with exertion and need as he thrust his dick into his fist, the way the shadows and light danced over his sweat-slick skin. You’ve never wanted your teeth and tongue at his throat and your pussy filled with his cock more than you did at that moment.

It was then that your eyes caught what had him so enraptured and you felt your jaw go slack. Pulled up on his monitor, legs pressed together and cunt being stuffed full of dick, was you. Face twisted in pure bliss, hair stuck to your brow, and eyes rolled back into your skull. You didn’t think as you pushed into the room, Woo’s head snapping over on his shoulder, eyes finding yours and holding them as you stood in that shared space, the only sounds filling the room now the hitched breath of you both and your whines that filtered through the screen. Wooyoung watched you closely, reading your body language, eyes never once leaving your figure. He studied you and the way your thighs were pressed together, how your breaths were shallow, and the way your eyes were fully blown out with need. Slowly, painfully so, he began to stroke his length again, now turning in his chair to face you instead of the pixels on the monitor.

He bit his lip in anticipation, eyes exploring every curve of your body in ways that left you feeling naked and vulnerable, despite being fully clothed. The gradual pump of his enclosed fist over himself, the tip leaking and adding a further sheen that left you salivating. It took everything in your power to not fall to your knees in worship, expecting a whimper on Woo’s lips and for his hips to rut against the back of your throat in absolute desperation. The urgency to feel your partner buried in your body pushed you forward as you sidestepped the door jam but, just as quickly as you had moved into his bubble, you paused as Wooyoung shook his head and spoke for the first time, voice breathy and trembling.

“No, jagi, not tonight. I–” he had to swallow down a moan that you could see pulled from the deepest reaches of his body, in that secret part of his desire that bent and swayed to your will. Just as you were fighting every urge to ruin him right where he sat, he was also battling that same temptation.

“I–I want to put on a show for you,” he sighed, teeth clenched against the bit of tank that he held there, leaving himself fully exposed for your eyes to devour.

“Please, jagiya.” he begged.

And just like that, a switch flipped in your brain. The idea of him coming apart for you under your watchful gaze, desperate to perform yet unable to fight the haze of desire that clouded every thought and feeling besides the overwhelming sensation of his fingers wrapped around his cock. It left you trembling. Nodding in agreement, you sashayed over to his setup and took your place on his desktop. What Wooyoung did not know, however, is that he would not be performing alone. He may have wanted to put on a show for you, but you were going to make sure this dance was a do you mean duet?

“Then let me add some motivation for you, Youngie,” you muttered, leaning back slightly and parting your knees.

His eyes snapped to your waist, his breath held as the fabric of the dress you wore inched its way up your plush thighs. Lifting one leg and angling yourself in such a way that you could both be comfortable while ensuring he had a full view of what he longed for, you watched the bob of his throat as you felt the cool draft of the room whisper across your inner thighs. Completely enraptured by you, Wooyoung’s eyes never left the crux of your thighs. He looked on expectantly as you tugged the thin lace of your panties upwards, your teeth biting into your bottom lip as you felt the fabric slip between the lips of your cunt and drag against your clit. The hiss of an inhale slipped from your partner’s lips as he watched, engrossed, the slip of his fist over his stiff dick increasing in speed the more you teased yourself with your undergarments.

Rocking your hips into the taught fabric, you felt your cheeks flush and your breath quicken as the pool of heat in your lower abdomen began to bubble. The fact that Woo was matching your pace, stroking himself in tandem with your gyrations, added to the liquid fire that slicked your panties and coated your labia. You got off on teasing him, on seeing the way his eyebrows curved and how his full lips puckered and puffed in a whiney little pout. It was knowing how undone he became with his own need for you that truly did you in and it was that thought that finally had you huffing ‘fuck this’ beneath your breath and peeling back the cloth that covered your core. Now pulled to the side and leaving you fully exposed, Woo quite literally held his breath as your other hand parted your folds and exposed your deliciously drenched pussy fully. Passing your middle finger over the delicate bundle of nerves at your crease elicited a quick, breathy moan from deep in your chest and Woo felt his eyes fall to the back of his head. His hands eagerly worked at himself again as he imagined using the head of his dick to tease and pull those sounds from you instead of a silly little finger.

“Woo,” you whimpered, your middle and ring finger now forming lazy little circles over your clit. You wanted him to watch, wanted him to see how badly you also wanted to perform for him. To see that he wasn’t the only one that broke when watched by hooded eyes and given the right encouragement.

Wooyoung pulled himself from the fog of lust that had temporarily caused his mind to drift to thoughts of you beneath him, his dark eyes first finding your face and appreciating the lewd way your need twisted your features. Down his eyes traveled, witnessing the way your nipples perked beneath the sheer fabric of your gown, lower still at the way it bunched at your hips. How you rocked them against your hand, desperate for friction yet not willing to do more than tease your pretty clit. He felt his mouth water, his tongue slipping between his teeth as he moistened his lips.

“Just like that, jagi,” he breathed, his hands eagerly breaking the tandem cadence you had maintained so that he could palm himself with increased vigor.

“Show me how you fuck yourself.”

He was double-fisted now, hips pumping up into the cage his fingers created over his swollen cock, his eyes never leaving the apex of your body. The sight of him so needy for the friction coupled with the filth that spilled from his mouth spurred you further, your fingers sinking into your body and splitting you wide open. Instantly his tempo slowed from hurried pumps to measured, powerful thrusts, an exacerbated ‘fuck’ slipping through his clenched teeth at the sight of you spreading yourself open for him. You never imagined that watching Wooyoung pleasure himself would turn you on as much as it did. Those long, slender fingers slick with lube and precum wrapped tightly around his girth. The way the already prominent veins in his hands and arms seemed to bulge beneath his bronzed skin even more aggressively now that he was applying such force to finding his release. The strong lines of his body slick with sweat and glinting beneath the warm light of his office lamp, casting shadows over the curved muscles of his abdomen and chest.

“You’re so pretty, Woo. So pretty for me while you touch yourself.” Your voice was breathy and pitched, laced with need and sounding as if it were coming from a mouth that didn’t belong to you. This side of yourself, vulnerable and fully under the gaze (and at the mercy of), was reserved only for a select few. Woo knew he was fortunate enough to be one of them. He reminded you often.

Being spurred on by your encouragement, Wooyoung once again began to buck his hips up and into the palms of his hands, his movements reaching that undeniable tremor of absolute need. There was no other force in the world greater than his lust for you and the urgency of which he needed to find release. Gone were the quiet grunts that acted as your beacon upon entering the shared apartment. Now, Wooyoung was full-blown whimpering as he chased his orgasm, rutting up into his hands like an animal in heat. Seeing him so consumed with pleasure and completely blissed out quickly catapulted you towards your own climax, the bubbling heat in your lower belly building expeditiously and teetering on the edge of spilling over.

You found that matched rhythm again as you continued to push two fingers up and into your cunt, your palm drenched in need as it worked against your bud. You rolled your hips up into your hand and felt your thighs begin to tremble as you fucked yourself on your fingers, your whines of desperation joining his as you both pushed toward the edge. There, in the peripherals of your desire, you could feel your orgasm creeping closer. A fist balled in the lowermost parts of your belly, curling its fingers around your spine and threatening to snap. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt your eyes roll. Right there. You could taste it...you just needed that final push…

“Oh, fuck y/n, please,” Woo cried out, instantly bringing you back to the now ad your eyes snapped forward and landed squarely on the swollen length of his dick.

“Gonna c–,” Before he could even finish his thought, Wooyoung’s back arched in the prettiest curve as his cock pulsed, shooting ropes of cum and painting his abdomen and chest. And just like that, your own orgasm followed as you called his name, your thighs folding onto themselves and trapping your wrist between them as you rode the waves of your release. Still, you felt your hips roll, sensitive yet desperate to keep riding the tremors that shook you to your core. Again and again, you pressed the weight of your body forward until finally, you released your hand from the cage of your inner thighs, your head falling back as you sucked down gulps of air. Your head was spinning, your body still feeling the aftershocks of the intense and elongated orgasm. For a moment, you had even forgotten anyone else was in the room.

“Jagiya,”

Blinking past the stars that swam in your vision, your eyes once again found and settled on Wooyoung. You watched as Woo swept his fingers through the mess that painted the raised muscles of his abdomen, a feline smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. Once satisfied with the collection of cum along the tips of his fingers, Wooyoung leaned forward slowly, purposefully, the digits of his opposing hand gently running along the length of your jaw.

“Open wide, pretty baby.” he cooed.

Before the words even passed from his mouth, your lips were parting expectantly, tongue extending and eager for the taste he knew you craved. Grinning from ear to ear, Woo lazily smeared his cum across the expanse of your tongue. Feeling your lips wrap around his digits, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of you. In response, he reached forward and took the wrist of the hand that hung lazily at your side. Matching the laps of your tongue, Wooyoung took your fingers into his mouth and audibly groaned at the taste of you. His eyes fluttered shut as he continued to work his tongue against your fingers, his long lashes brushing against his pretty, flushed cheeks.

Allowing his fingers to slip from your mouth and drag over the length of your tongue, you angled your head in such a way as to pepper his wrist with kisses, your hand eventually falling from his and curving to find and trace the angled length of his jaw.

“Y/n,” he muttered against your temple, voice laced with something that tickled the back of your brain but that you were still too blissed out to pin down.

“Hmm?” you responded leisurely, now littering lazy kisses over his palm and fingers.

“How do you feel about an encore?

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Chapter 6:

Because these things will change, can you feel it now?

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TW: sexual harassment, assault

"Damn you look good in all red!" I said and looked at Charles in his Ferrari race suit "I mean Seb looked suave… but you? Damn!"

"Stop it, Lizzie!" he chuckled as he checked himself in the mirror, after a while his look changed and I saw him tear up. I jumped up and stood next to him.

"They’re so incredibly proud of you, Charles! Your dad and Jules wished for nothing more than you making your way to Ferrari one day! And that day has come! I know they can’t be here, it’s only us… or well me right now… but Charles, I’m so, so proud of you! This is what you always wanted and you achieved it! This is amazing! You’re amazing!" I said and Charles turned to look at me, a tear running down his cheek.

"That you’re here means the world to me, ma belle!" he whispered and kissed my cheek before hugging me "Thank you for always being by my side! No matter what!"

"There’s no place I would rather be, than here with you, Charlie bear!" I answered and he smiled at me.

"I always ask myself what I did to deserve you, my beautiful, sweet and perfect Lizzie!" he whispered under his breath and it was so quiet, I wasn’t sure he wanted to say it for me to hear, but he just hugged me even closer and I felt the butterflies fly like crazy.

"And what is it exactly?" I asked and the fellow female drivers around me nodded agreeing.

"It is basically a racing series only for female drivers." Catherine Bond Muir said "It’s our way to show that girls or women do have a place in motorsports. To show inclusion."

"Inclusion?" Jamie asked and Jessica next to me just huffed.

"Doesn’t it only divide? Having a series only for female drivers instead of making a way for us in Formula 1?" I said and Jamie nodded

"This is just the first step, to show that female drivers deliver an attractive performance." Catherine said.

"We’re around 50 drivers? How many of us will race in the series? And how will you pick out the lucky ones?" I asked.

"You have to complete 10 modules that will test your skills in racecraft, fitness, media training and sponsorship pitches, before a final knockout series of races that will decide the 28 drivers that will progress into to the next stage." she started to explain and I scoffed, looking around a lot of other drivers didn’t like what they heard as well.

"I never heard of a male driver to complete modules in media training and sponsorship pitches to gain a seat in F1?" I said and Catherine nodded only.

"It’s simple Miss Doetterer, you’re women, people will have their opinion about you, so we need to find the perfect drivers to represent all female drivers to show that you’re perfectly capable of doing what the men do. And for that we need you to be not just the best drivers but also the most approachable, the most interesting, the most well-spoken drivers out there." she answered and Jamie laughed.

"You mean you need good drivers, who also look good and smile nice into the cameras and say only good things about the series?" she asked and Catherine sighed.

"To put it bluntly: yes. That’s what we need from you." she answered.

"When do these tests begin?" Jessica asked and with that the selection of the drivers for the 2019 WSeries began.

"You made it?" Charles looked at me with big eyes as I hung up "Come on, ma belle! What’s going on! Tell me!"

"I’m racing in the WSeries! 10 races, one in Hockenheim, I’m one of the 18 drivers they’ve selected…" I said and Charles launched at me and hugged me tight.

"I KNEW IT!" he almost shouted it and I began to laugh, as I felt the relieve washing over me "They would be stupid! You’re the best female driver out there! You’re even better than most of the guys on the grid! God Lizzie, you’re a better driver than me!"

"Ok stop, Charlie bear, that’s just not true! But thanks for saying it anyway!" I laughed and he just shook his head.

"You know that I would do absolutely everything to bring you into F1! I was talking with Seb about it, how we could do it but unfortunately we didn’t came up with a plan ‘till now!" he said and I looked at him with big eyes.

"You did what?" I asked and he only nodded "Charles that’s ridiculous! F1 is not ready for a female driver, probably never will be…" I said and he sighed.

"Doesn’t matter, I will fight for you!" he answered and I gave him a kiss on his cheek, but when I looked at him I was blushing at his sweet smile.

"Thanks Charles, really!" I whispered and he hugged me again.

"Always, ma belle."

"LIZZIE! LIZZIE! LIZZIE!" the fans shouted as I got out of the car. Putting on my cap. I looked around and saw a bunch of people with the German Flag, caps with my initials and driver number, all shouting for me. I couldn’t contain my smiling and waved to everyone.

"Hi guys! Thanks for coming! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you so much for your support! You’re amazing!" I said and signed pictures of me, smiled for selfies, signed caps, flags and shirts.

"Lizzie! You’re so cool! You’re like the best driver on the grid! Overall I think you’re the best driver!" a little girl said and smiled the biggest smile.

"Thank you so much! Maybe not the best driver! But it sure means a lot when you say that!" I said and she just smiled even more "Here, for you!" I said and took my cap off of my head and used her sharpie to sign it.

"Oh my god! OH MY GOD! Are you sure?! You’re so, so, so cool! Thank you so much!" she said and hugged me. I smiled as I took more selfies here and there and waved to the mass of fans.

"Charles, it was so surreal! They were screaming my name! MY NAME! Can you believe that? Waving the German flag! They wanted selfies with me! ME! Me signing their cap, pictures of me, random stuff!" I was giddy and couldn’t stop smiling as I FaceTimed Charles before the race.

"Of course I can believe it, Lizzie! I always told you that people will love you! How can they not! I’m so happy for you, ma belle!" he said and his smile made me even more giddy and happy.

The next race would be in Assen and not only my entire family would be there, also Charles and Arthur would come along with my friends. They watched me snatch Pole position with a flawless lap and all stood at the barriers to congratulate me.

"That was a phenomenal lap, ma belle!" Charles whispered as he hugged me and I just smiled at him. I saw Ben and Michael approach me and they both hugged me.

"You did absolutely amazing, Liz!" said Ben and smiled at me.

"Fantastic job, Lizzie!" Michael, his dad and my manager said and I just smiled the whole evening as I went to dinner with my family and friends. I could see Charles looking at me one or two times with a look I couldn’t quite interpret, when I talked to Ben, who joined us and wanted to know all about Daniel.

"You okay, Charlie bear?" I asked him as I sat down next to him and he just nodded and smiled his all consuming, dimples showing smile.

"I’m just so proud of you, ma belle! Fourth race. Fourth pole. And I bet my ass tomorrow you’ll take your fourth win as well!" he said and when he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear I blushed. Hard.

"We will see I guess." I said breathlessly and Charles laughed a little as he realised why I was so flustered but didn’t say anything.

"I’m 100 percent sure, ma belle." he answered and with that we left the restaurant.

I sat on a stack of tires, gathering my thoughts, calming myself down.

"Lizzie?" I heard a male voice and turned around. It was one of the reporters who I just answered some questions about the season, I couldn’t remember his name but I was sure he was from a Spanish website.

"Uhm, hi…" I began and jumped off of the tires.

"Salva Diaz, Marica Sports Spain." he said, reading my mind "I just wanted to speak to you personally."

"Okay? About what exactly?" I asked a little confused as Salva looked around and stepped closer to me.

"I thought I approach you first, I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you smile and laugh when answering my questions. You’re flirting…" he said and took another step closer as I was taking one back, bumping against the wall of the garage.

"I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression! But that’s just how I am… I wasn’t flirting with you." I said calmly although I felt not calm at all, I looked around if someone was there but we were alone.

"Oh come on, Lizzie, you don’t have to be shy now. I’ve felt the connection, the chemistry between us. You felt it too, I could see it in your eyes!" he said firmly and stepped even closer.

"I’m sorry, but there really isn’t any kind of connection between us… I’m just polite." I tried to reason with him but he stepped even closer and caged me in with his hands on both sides of my head.

"Don’t be like that Lizzie, just admit it…" he said and I froze, I couldn’t move as he leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back, just tried to push him off of me as he pushed me back against the wall, kissing me again. Groping me. Grabbing my wrist with that I tried to push him away.

"No. Please stop!" I said again and again as someone approached us. Salva was distracted and I could finally push him away.

"Lizzie? What’s going on?" Jamie said as she looked at me and then Salva "Dude, fuck off! Leave her alone!" he backed off and with one last look at me and Jamie he walked away "If you ever come near her, we’ll call the police!"

I sank down and pulled my knees to my chest, Jamie crouching down in front of me.

"Lizzie?" she asked and I looked at her "Are you okay? Did he touch you? Or hurt you?"

"No, I’m good! But thank you so much for stepping in, Jamie!" I lied and she smiled.

"I never liked this dude! He always looked at you like he’s kinda obsessed with you!" Jamie shook her head and helped me up "If he ever comes near you again, we really gonna call the cops!"

"Yeah. You’re right!" I answered and we walked back into the garage.

The whole time leading towards the race I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. Did I really, unintentionally, flirt with him? Even tho I didn’t even know him? Never even spoke to him before? Never even talked to him?

"Lizzie? Did you hear me?" Mike, my race engineer, asked "It’s going to rain around lap 25 on going."

"Yep, rain, lap 25. Got it." I mumbled and jumped in my car, still thinking about Salva and how he pushed me against the wall, kissed me, touched me without my consent. I hadn’t expected my first kiss to be forced onto me violently. I felt the bile rise up in my throat but swallowed it down and tried to focus on the upcoming race. Focus Lizzie. I can do this.

The track was wetter than expected, I had to stay off the curbs, focus on the perfect racing line. But my mind always circled back to Salva Diaz. Pushing me against the wall. Grabbing me. Touching me. Telling me that I’ve flirted with him. Telling me that I sent out signals. Stealing my first kiss from me. My first kiss I only wanted to have with one person. The moment Charles face flashed before my eyes was the moment I hit a curb and lost the rear of my car. Although I tried everything to not lose the car, my race ended in the wall. My head spinning. My thoughts racing.

"Lizzie? Are you okay?" I couldn’t answer. I was furious. How could I make such a stupid mistake.

"Lizzie? Do you hear me? Are you okay?"

"I’m sorry. I lost the rear. I’m so sorry!" I hit the radio button.

"It’s okay. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I’m fine." I said and unbuckled my seatbelt and took my steering wheel out. As soon as I was out of the car I screamed a "Fuck!" out and followed one of the Marshalls behind the barriers.

As I returned back to the pits I saw my family, friends and in front Charles, all looking worried. He pulled me in a hug immediately and I felt some tears escaping my eyes.

"I’m such a fucking disappointment. I drove like a fucking rookie. What a fucking joke." I said and Charles only sighed.

"Well, let’s just be happy that I didn’t bet my fucking ass on your fourth win. Otherwise I would’ve lost it. What a fucking shame!" he said and I laughed.

"Stop it, Leclerc! I’m mad! Don’t make me laugh!" I chuckled.

"I’m sorry, Lizzie! That was my fucking mistake! I’m an idiot!" I laughed and he made me look into his eyes "There it is, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen and probably ever will see!"

"Ha-ha!" I said and rolled my eyes and together we walked the few steps to the rest of my supporting group who all hugged me and encouraged me to do better the next race.

"Can I ask you a question?" Charles asked as we sat on the hotel bed, zapping through the channels, I nodded and he switched the TV of "What happened? During the race? We race together since we’re 8 and I never saw you lose the rear in the rain because you hit a curb? You’re brilliant in the rain? So what happened today?"

"I don’t know, I was so focused on winning my fourth race that I had like a tunnel vision I guess… I don’t know." I lied and Charles was only half convinced, but he didn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell him what happened before the race. He would hunt Salva down and god knows what he would do. This would be a secret I’ll take with me to grave.

"I can’t believe he’s gone. Like… we just talked yesterday?" Charles whispered and I gently rubbed circles on the back of his hand with my right hand. My left hand rubbing circles on Pierre’s back who was laying, his head in my lap, in Charles bed, finally sleeping.

"We always know that something like this can happen, whenever we get into our cars. But when it then really happens?” I whispered back and Charles leaned his head on my shoulder "And you guys really will race? The FIA couldn’t grant you the weekend off?"

"We decided to race. In honour of Tonio. He would’ve wanted for us to race." Charles whispered and I nodded.

"I’m so sorry for Pierre… losing him this weekend after everything that Red Bull put him through the last weeks…" I said and looked down at Pierre’s tear stricken face "He needs us now, more than ever, Charles."

"And we’ll be here for him." he answered and snuggled closer into me. After some time we both fell asleep.

"I’m so proud of you, Charlie bear! Your first win!" I whispered as I hugged him close at the barriers "For Anthoine!"

"For Anthoine!" he whispered back and I smiled at him one last time before I was leaving to look for Pierre. He drove his Toro Rosso at this tough weekend on P9 and I was so proud of him. When I finally found him after the podium celebrations I pulled him into me.

"You did a good job today, Pierre! After everything you’ve been through this week and weekend, you did a really good job! I’m proud of you! He’s proud of you!" I whispered and he choked a little.

"Thanks Lizzie! For everything! Without you and Charles yesterday… I don’t know what I would’ve done!" he whispered back.

"That’s what friends are for, right? You’ll never be alone as long as Charles and I run around!" I said and Pierre laughed "You did amazing, for Anthoine!"

"For Anthoine!" he whispered back and together we looked for Charles.

"You won in Monza, Charlie bear! I’m so proud of you!" I almost screamed it and Charles just laughed, hair still damp from the shower.

"And you won in Nuremberg! Your second home race! I’m even more proud of you!" he answered and I smiled at him.

“So big party tonight?" I asked and he just shook his head "It’s Monza? Ferraris home race? Come on!"

"Yeah we’ll have a drink later on and then go to a club, but nothing big planned. Not after…" he said and I sighed.

"Yeah… I understand." I answered and he nodded.

"What are your plans?" he asked and I just shrugged.

"I’m driving home with Dad. I’m not in the mood for celebrating…" I said and Charles cocked an eyebrow.

"Are you okay, Lizzie? You seem a bit off?" he asked and I shook my head.

"I’m good, don’t worry! Just tired!" I lied and Charles looked at me for a while before he nodded.

"I know you Lizzie, somethings off… you know you can tell me?" he said.

"I know Charles, I know! But it’s nothing! Really!" I smiled at him. Today was the first time since Assen that Salva Díaz was again at a press conference. He kept on starring at me the entire time, he didn’t ask any questions. Just him being there gave me the chills anyway. But I haven’t told anyone what happened between us and I wasn’t planning on doing it now.

"Okay…" Charles sighed and I nodded "I have to go now, the team’s waiting!"

"Have fun, Charlie bear! And hug Seb for me! He needs it after his race!" I said and Charles smiled.

"I will, I promise!" he said before he ended the call right as Dad walked in.

"Ready?" he asked and I nodded.

"Yep, let’s go!" I answered and we left the hotel and got in our car, making our way back home.

"How’s Ben?" Charles asked me as I studied the sheets for my final press conference of the season "I haven’t seen him around in a while."

"Yeah, well he’s studying and I don’t even know if he’s that interested in me racing…" I answered a little confused, why would he ask for Ben? I thought about the last time I saw Ben and how he asked me a million questions about Daniel.

"Well he’s definitely not only interested in your racing!" he answered and I laughed, so I’m not the only one seeing the way he checked out Daniel all the time "I think he’s more interested in something else or should I say someone else?"

"So you realised it too? Then maybe I should encourage him to do the next step…" I said and Charles swallowed hard and I looked up "Are you okay?"

"Yeah! Sure! If you want it to happen then you should definitely encourage him to do the next step." he answered and got up from the sofa "I have to call Sylvia because of some PR stuff. I’ll be right back." and with that he left the room.

Charles POV:

She really has feelings for Ben. And I just encouraged her to encourage him to make the next step. Good job, Charles. I sat on the balcony, shuffling through all the pictures of us on my phone. How could I be so stupid and wait this long before telling her how I felt? Of course someone else would show up! It’s Lizzie. She’s not just the most beautiful and sweet girl I’ve ever met. She’s also funny, bold, caring, loving, smart. She’s perfect. All her little flaws, like the fact that she has not a lot of patience, her chaotic being, her crazy mind at times, it all makes her even more perfect. And I idiot waited too fucking long to finally tell her that I love her. Only her. Always have. Always will. And now I have to watch her fall in love with Ben, out of all people it has to be her managers son, and all I can do is pretend to be happy for her. Good. Fucking. Job. Charles. But on the other hand. Like this our friendship won’t be ruined by her not reciprocate my feelings and also if we would try it together but soon realise it’s not working out, there won’t be any weird feelings. Our friendship would be intact and I would still have her in my life. And that is the most important thing. Having her in my life. As long as I had her, all was good. Now I just had to find a way to stop this feeling eating me up alive. And all would be good.

"Lizzie! Congrats! 6 wins, 2 second places and 2 DNFs… what a season! What are your thoughts on being the first WSeries winner?" Ted Kravitz asked and I couldn’t contain my smile. I just won the WSeries season 2019. I was the champion. I had done it. And it felt amazing.

"It’s an amazing feeling! That’s for sure! I was sceptical at the beginning of the season, creating a series for only female drivers instead including us in the already well known highest series wasn’t showing inclusion, rather then segregation, but now I think we showed the world that we as girls or women can race just as good as our male counterparts and maybe in some years in the future the way for a woman or a girl is paved to make it up into Formula 1 and show that we are able to compete in the highest class of motorsports!" I said and the crowd cheered loudly my name.

This would be a day I would remember forever.

"Who’s the girl who can’t keep her hands off of Charles?" I asked Joris who followed my look and sighed.

"That’s Camille. She went with us to school. She always had a thing for Charles. He never noticed but yeah lately he seemed to get it and for some strange reason he’s not appalled by it…" Joris answered and as Camille pulled Charles face to hers and kissed him and he didn’t pushed her off my heart clenched together for a moment before it shattered into a million little pieces.

"Yeah… he’s definitely not appalled…" I mumbled and downed my Tequila Sunrise and then finished off Charles abandoned Moscow Mule. Then I got up and walked straight to the bar.

"3 Tequila shots." I shouted to the bartender who nodded and poured me my shots which I downed one by one. Then I ordered another Tequila Sunrise for now and told the bartender to serve another one in the next 15 minutes at our table.

"You should slow down a bit, Lizzie. You haven’t eaten much tonight…" Joris said and I just shook my head.

"I’m fine, I can handle it!" I said as I watched Camille and Charles dance together, bodies grinding on each other. I downed the rest of my drink as the waiter served me my next one already "What a nice evening to celebrate the end of the year, Joris!" I mumbled and downed the new drink even faster than the last one. It wasn’t even close to midnight as I got up and grabbed my bag.

"Where are you going?" Joris asked and got up as well.

"I’m leaving. I don’t feel that great. And I don’t want to be the fifth wheel. You have your date and Charles has his new girlfriend. I’m leaving and go home!" I answered and Joris looked at me with a hint of pity in his eyes "It’s fine, Joris." I said and kissed his left and then right cheek before heading for the door.

"You’re not saying goodbye to Charles?" Joris asked with big eyes but I just shrugged my shoulders and left the club, not even caring that I ran into someone.

Outside I almost tripped down the stairs, someone helped me but I just didn’t care, I got in a taxi and drove to Charles flat, where I used the spare key he gave me. Using it never felt wrong, but tonight… tonight it did so I put it on the counter and went to the guest bedroom, packed my bag and wrote a little note for Charles. Then I laid it under the spare key and left the flat while tears were streaming down my face.

Charles POV:

As I saw Lizzie’s bright smile that could take me to another planet every damn time I saw it, I knew I had to do something, I couldn’t stop staring at her beauty and I wanted to just kiss her, so when Camille approached I didn’t dodged her like usually, I let it happen, but after a short conversation where I tried my best not to stare at Lizzie, Camille kissed me and although it felt wrong I didn’t stop her. Maybe this was the way to get over the feelings I had for Lizzie. Maybe this was my way out.

After some more dances I looked over at Joris again, talking with his date, no Lizzie next to him. I walked over and he looked up.

"Where is Lizzie?" I asked and he only shook his head.

"She didn’t wanted to be the fifth wheel and left, she said she would go home." Joris answered and I called Lizzie immediately. The call went straight to her voicemail.

Another try. Voicemail. What’sApp. No answer. iMessage. No answer. Maybe she was asleep already? My heart clenched, this would be the first New Year’s Eve in over 10 years that we wouldn’t spent together. I hated it. And as the clock stroked midnight and Camille kissed me, my only thought was Lizzie. And where she was. Not even 30 minutes later I left the club, telling Camille I had some sponsor meeting early in the morning but promising her to call her the next day. Back home I opened the door, wondering why it wasn’t locked.

"Lizzie?" I whispered when I walked into the guest bedroom to found it empty "Lizzie? Are you in the bathroom?" I knocked on the door but it was unlocked and the room behind it empty. Where was she? I walked into my room. Empty. Living room. Empty. The last stop was the kitchen. But she wasn’t here either. As I turned to leave the room, my eyes were catching on the spare key and the note under it.

"Charles.

I left because I thought you might want to have some alone time with your new girlfriend tonight. Didn’t felt right to keep the key when you’re having her over.

Happy New Year.

Lizzie."

Left where? My new girlfriend? Camille? She wasn’t my girlfriend? We made out a little, which was a mistake, but that was it. I took out my phone and called her again. But this time the call was answered.

"Charles?" my mum asked and I was confused.

"Maman? Why do you have Lizzies phone?" I asked her.

"Uhm, Lizzie showed up here, 20 minutes ago. She’s drunk Charles, really drunk. She didn’t look happy either. And she was half frozen! I made her a hot tea and now she’s in bed! What happened? She was with you I thought?" she whispered it as if not to disturb Lizzie.

"We were, she said to Joris she didn’t felt to good and left, I was dancing with a… with a friend and hadn’t realised that she was gone…" I mumbled and put my shoes back on "I’m on my way."

"No! Please stay at home, Charles." Mum said and I swallowed hard "I’m sorry, but I could clearly see that Lizzie was upset, no sad would be more fitting, and she must’ve cried a lot! So whatever happened, I want to talk to her alone, maybe she’ll open up to me!"

"Ok." I whispered "Take care of her. Love you." I hung up. Taking my shoes off, walking back into my bedroom, got out of my clothes and laid down in my bed. What happened that she left so abruptly? And what happened after that? Why did she leave my place? Left the key? What’s going on? My phone vibrates and I checked it immediately, but was disappointed when it was a message from Camille and not Lizzie.

"Tonight was amazing. Thank you! I’m so happy it finally happened between us!"

I swallowed hard. Camille is a nice girl, but I had no feelings for her. But maybe I could give it a try…

"What happened last night? It seemed like Charles didn’t know where you were when he called?" Pascale asked me and I just shrugged "Oh come on, ma petite fille! You know you can tell me everything, Lizzie!"

"I didn’t like being the fifth wheel…" I mumbled, taking a sip of my tea.

"Fifth wheel?" she cocked an eyebrow and I just nodded.

"Joris had his date. Charles had his girlf… Charles had a date as well… and yeah I didn’t like being the fifth wheel." I answered and Pascale looked at me confused.

"Charles had a date?" she asked and I took another sip of my tea.

"Yup…" I sighed and Pascale stroked my arm "I know I shouldn’t just left the club and walk drunk through Monaco. But yeah…"

"It’s okay, Lizzie. But you can’t do something like that again, it’s dangerous!" she said and I nodded "Charles called like a hundred times, I think he will show up eventually in the next minutes.”

"Ok…" I answered and went straight to the bathroom. After a quick shower I pulled on the leggins and sweater Pascale gave me, checked myself in the mirror and brushed my teeth. I could hear the door and shuffling in the hallway, hushed French.

"I talked to her, she’s ok. She’s in the bathroom."

"Why did she leave? And why was she crying?"

"Oh Charles, you know why! Who was that date of yours? You want to tell me something?"

"Date? I met Camille, from school, you remember?"

"Unfortunately I do, yes."

"Yeah well we hung out a little, she’s nice."

"Whatever."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, Charles. Wait in the living room. I’ll make tea."

I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. I can do this. I can face him.

"Ma belle! I was so worried!" Charles jumped off of the sofa and hugged me "What happened? Why did you leave?"

"I didn’t feel well, I was drunk, bored and the being the fifth wheel sucked. So I left." I said and sat down in the armchair. The farest away from where he was sitting down, he looked at me confused and then scooted closer on the sofa.

"You weren’t the fifth wheel!" Charles expressed but I just scoffed.

"You left to get a round of shots and never returned. The next thing I saw was that girl shoving her tongue down your throat and your hands all over her! Joris next to me was flirting away with his date! And I just sat there alone. So yeah. I drank a bit and then I felt sick and left." I said it fast and Charles just sighed.

"Yeah, about that, Camille and I used to go to school together. We talked for a while and then I don’t know… maybe the alcohol did the rest…" he mumbled and I cocked an eye brow. What alcohol, he barely drank from his Moscow mule. But I decided to let it go. At the end of the day I had no right to be mad at him. So I swallowed the bile down, that began to rise up my throat and nodded.

"It’s okay. I was drunk myself and made stupid decisions… but she seemed nice and she’s really pretty! So if you like her. Go for it." I said it with a smile, trying to sound genuine even tho it hurt saying it.

"Yeah well, we’ll see." he answered as Pascale appeared with some more tea.

"I guess we will…" I said and drank my tea in silence. I had to accept the fact that Charles would have a girlfriend from now on in his life. A girlfriend that’s not me. A girlfriend that is so much prettier than I am, so much more fitting for a rising star in F1 and future World Champion. But if he would be happy, I would be happy too. For him. Because that is what was the most important for me: his happiness.

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Kinktober Day 29 - Degrading

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Public sex, possessive San, degrading, marking, oral (M receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.

Word Count: 2479

Summary: Someone needs to be reminded who they belong to.

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That was it, that was the last straw. San didn’t mind you joking around with his band mates, hell he was over the moon that you all got along and you were quickly welcomed into the friendship group but today you took it too far. In your defense San’s mind had been to focused on his work recently and you haven’t had half the attention you craved so why not test his patience. You didn’t want to overstep boundaries with both San and the group so you went to the one person who you knew would help you out without asking a single question, Wooyoung.

You’d pulled him to one side when no one was looking and explained your predicament to him the best you could without explicit detail, explaining how San has hardly been around lately and you just wanted a little attention. It was like Wooyoung could read your mind, he knew exactly what you wanted out of this and damn was he going to get it for you.

“Look I know exactly what you need to do but you need to trust me.” He said wiggling his eyebrows at you which made you feel a little uneasy knowing the reputation that followed Wooyoung’s plans.

“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s nothing extreme, just a little empty flirting is all that needs to go on and San’s all yours.” You looked at him questioningly no sure if this was a good idea.

“Look, San loves attention too so when he sees you giving your special attention to someone else he’ll snap and give in and if you’re lucky you’ll get a little fun from it too.” Wigging his eyebrows again he watched as a blush of embarrassment crept up to your cheeks.

“Are you sure it’ll work?” You ask trying to shake off the embarrassment.

“San’s my best friend I know him like the back of my hand, trust me after this he’s all yours.” And that’s how the current events came to be.

San watched with annoyance in his eyes as you giggled with Wooyoung, gently running your fingers along his arm as you twirled a piece of your hair between your fingers, really playing on the flirting.

“We’ve got his attention.” Wooyoung whispered trying not to break character and boosting his performance by putting his arm on the wall just above you leaning into it getting just that bit closer to you making sure to quietly console you telling you it’ll all work out.

San couldn’t take it anymore, he didn’t want to cause a scene out of courtesy to the other members but if he stuck around any longer he was sure he’d end up hitting Wooyoung so he opted for the next best solution and left the room not before making his annoyance known with a big frustrated sigh and storming off to the door slamming it shut behind him. You and Wooyoung look towards the door wide eyed at what just happened, but now the ball was in your court.

“What are you waiting for, go get your man.” Wooyoung cheered with a wide knowing grin pushing you towards the door.

You didn’t have to look far for San, you found him leaning against the wall just outside the door taking deep breaths in an attempt to cool down his burning temper.

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” You feign innocence.

“What do you care, go back to Wooyoung, you both seem to be getting on REALLY well.” You tried your hardest to hold back the smile that was starting to creep it’s way onto your face but the tone of his voice made it difficult, it told you your plan was a success.

“Oh come on Sani, we were just talking.” It was like a fire had been lit behind his eyes, he wanted to scream but right here and right now was not the time or place, so once again choosing the next best option he grabbed you by the wrist pulling you into the broom closet next to him.

“Wow Sani slow down.” You yelp almost falling face first into the closet before getting pinned to the wall.

“Does that get you off or something?” San hissed inches away from your face as you tilt your head still playing the innocent card.

“Do you get off acting like a whore around my friends?” Your skin prickled with goosebumps and heat pooled at your core at his harsh words. You had him right where you wanted him.

“You haven’t been giving me attention.” You pout a little exaggerated, just enough to really get under his skin.

“So you flirt and bat your eyelashes at Wooyoung, practically eye fucking him right in front of me!?” By now San had you pressed between him and the wall with no escape even if you wanted to.

“Fine, I guess you just need a little reminding of who you belong to.” Your mouth grew dry despite knowing exactly what you got yourself into you didn’t expect him to go through with it so quickly, especially not while he was still at work and in a broom closet of all places.

San pushes his knee against your core, the pressure making you whimper while his hand clutches a large clump of your hair pulling just enough to make it sting a little.

“Sani.” You whimper.

“Ah, ah, ah, you wanna act like a whore then you’ll get treated like one.” You gulped hard while you waited for his next move. Using your hair San pulled your head back and to the side slightly to give him enough access for his lips to attach to your neck, he was in no way going to be gentle with you today, his lips started with a hard kiss to your pulse point before he sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh hard enough to leave behind teeth marks. Hissing through your teeth you dealt with the pain which lasted only a moment before he moved to the other side of your neck, sucking harshly mixing in a few bites and small licks at the bruising patch on your flesh. Once he was happy with how dark his mark was he pulled away grabbing your cheeks in his hand to make you look at him.

“Marked as mine.” He starts with a smirk.

“Now no one will think twice about touching you.” You couldn’t get over how hot San was when he was pissed off, usually he was very sweet and loving and the worst you’d ever seen him was when he had a bad day at work but that was no comparison to right now.

“I was going to surprise you tonight, I was gonna wait until we got home to sweep you off your feet and give you everything you craved but then you pulled that stunt and now...I don’t think you deserve it.” Your eyes widen as you silently curse yourself for missing that opportunity.

“Sani I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” You plead desperately trying to make him change his mind. He raised an eyebrow at you, gears turning in his head as he thought of how to punish you. Letting go of your face he held your head firmly in place by your hair making sure your eyes stayed on his face. You could head the quiet sound of a zipper being pulled and the sound of shifting fabric as he pulled his jeans down to his thighs.

“Sorry huh, why don’t you show me how sorry you really are?” Placing a hand on your shoulder San pushed you to your knees so you were face to face with his cock.

“Put that whore mouth of yours to work.” You unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, trying to ease the burning need that was overcoming you, his harsh words turning you on to no end.

Obeying his words you opened your mouth for him, tongue slightly hanging out waiting for his cock to enter, what you didn’t expect was the way San’s hand grabbed your hair again using it to push your face down on his cock taking him all in at once, the sudden intrusion made you gag around him resulting in a low growl from him, the way your throat constricted around his tip had him throwing his head back. You pulled yourself together as quickly as you could and relaxed your jaw letting San use you for his own pleasure. San thrusting into your mouth harshly made tears roll from your eyes as you struggled to breathe making you dig your nails into his thighs for support. The small closet was filled with the wet sounds of your mouth repeatedly taking all of San and harmonised with the low growls that were leaving his throat, to say the whole thing sounded pornographic was an understatement. Just as you got into a rhythm San pulled out from you, tightening his grip on your hair to bring you to your feet.

“Look at you all fucked out already, pathetic.” He chuckled looking at your tear stained face before spinning you around to face the wall.

“Now are you going to be good and take what I give you?” You nod weakly as you catch your breath but that was soon interrupted by the way San wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Words slut.”

“Yes.” You whimper. If San was any rougher with your leggings he would have ripped them with the way he yanked them and your underwear off you. Kicking your legs apart he didn’t give any warning before sheathing himself in you fully making you gasp breathlessly and ball your hands into fists against the wall. San’s frustration was evident in the way he mercilessly fucked you, each thrust had your body jerking forward so hard you had to use the last on your strength in your arms to stop you hitting your head against the wall. You bit down on your lip to stifle the moan that was threatening to escape, you didn’t want to run the risk of the others hearing what was going on.

“Why so quiet, you were happy enough to run that whore mouth of your earlier.” On a normal day San knowing your body as well as he does would be an advantage but right now it was your weakness, the way the tip of his cock consistently hit your sweet spot made you want to scream his name but given your location you resorted to covering your mouth with your hand in an attempt to muffle your sounds.

“Hey.” San said yanking you up against his chest by your hair.

“Hand down, I want the others to hear who’s name you’re screaming, especially Wooyoung.” As an extra precaution San pinned both your hands behind your back, gripping your wrists firmly to stop you falling forward.

Your knees grew weak as your high started to approach and your cries filled the small room as San’s pace picked up exponentially to the point you couldn’t control the constant string of moans if you tried. Your walls flutters around him as your high was mere seconds away from tearing through you and you could feel how his cock twitched inside you from the sensation which just spurred you on even more.

“San.” You cry out weakly.

“What was that? I don’t think the others heard you.” You tried again a little louder this time but it still wasn’t to his standard.

“Louder.” He growled punctuating the command with a sharp thrust that made you cry out.

“SAN!”

“Much better.” He purred continuing with the sharp thrusts that ultimately sent you over the edge, legs trembling as your orgasm tore through you with white hot heat as you screamed out a string of incoherent moans. The intensity of the orgasm made your legs almost give out on you, you slump lower giving into the weakness before getting pulled back up by San’s arm that was tightly wrapped around your waist.

“Oh no you don’t, I’m not finished with you.” His tone was taunting, he enjoyed watching you become a shaking mess under him, but the cockiness was a façade he was a lot closer than what he made out to be, his thrusts slowed down to try and hold out a little longer but the tightness your core held around him was making it difficult to hold back so he ultimately gave in. Pace picking back up he fucked into you harder and harder chasing his high and throwing you into overstimulation.

“San...too much.” You cry out tears pricking at your eyes again as your whole body trembles in his hold. “Aww is it, is it really too much for my little slut?” Your cries were his only answer and that was enough for him, he’d rendered you to a babbling mess. A handful of sharp thrusts later and San’s grip tightened on you and long low groans filled the room as his own orgasm took over painting your walls white as he continues to fuck into you riding out his high.

As soon as it was all over his temperament changed like someone flipped a switch in him, his grip on you loosened as he turned you around in his arms pulling you close to him peppering your flushed cheeks with kisses.

“I love you.” You say quietly nuzzling your face into him.

“I love you too. I guess we better get back to the others.” He says holding your face in both hands wiping away the tear stains on your cheeks before gathering your clothes and helping you back into them. He was so gentle with you now, he held you like you were made of glass and he spoke to you so softly you could barely hear him. He let you have a few moments to collect yourself and get back to normal before walking out of the broom closet with his arm wrapped around your waist and heading back into the practice room to the rest of the group.

As soon as you and San walked into the room your ears were met with blaring music and 7 sets of eyes fell on you both.

“Oh you’re finally done!” Hongjoong shouts over the music getting up to turn the speakers off. Wooyoung shot you a quick wink as he approached you both.

“So I’m guessing the plan worked.” Wooyoung quipped noticing not only how San held you close but also the deep purple bruise and the red teeth marks that painted your neck.

“But next time guys be courteous to us, we had to turn the music on to drown out the noise.” Your cheeks flushed a furious shade of red from embarrassment but San on the other hand squeezed your side and shot you a quick smirk.

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As someone who has only played portal

Instead of lore from half life expanding on portal what portal lore expands half life's story?

ooh great question!

so first of all, Portal 1 establishes that Aperture Science is the industry rival to Black Mesa, the weapons/research company that the protagonist of Half-Life works for. we know this because some time after Chell breaks free from the test rooms, she comes across an office room with a projector that has a bunch of slides about how poorly they're performing against Black Mesa

so, Black Mesa isn't the only super-mega scifi technology company operating in the US right now -- and actually, one of the things Black Mesa was researching was teleportation and portal technology! their study into this, in fact, part of what caused the "Black Mesa Incident" which let a bunch of nasty extradimensional fauna & eventually an invading alien empire into our world through portals.

interestingly, it seems Aperture Science mastered safe portal technology far before the Black Mesa Incident (which happened in the late 90s/early 2000s), because the old Aperture section in Portal 2 (after "The Fall") shows their tests using portals all the way back to the 50s. so whilst Aperture was terribly managed & performed horribly against their lead competitor, some of the tech was actually really impressive and especially far ahead of their time.

secondly, Half-Life 2 Episode Two alludes to an Aperture Science project -- a mysterious research ship called The Borealis, supposedly carrying some kind of technology and/or super-weapon that could totally turn the tide in the revolution against the Combine occupation of Earth. The ship went missing suddenly years ago, maybe because this technology went wrong, and nobody knew what happened to it other than it fully disappeared taking part of the dry dock with it. It is seemingly found in Episode Two by the resistance -- in the middle of the fucking arctic.

so we know a couple things from this: one, the Combine even with their vastly superior power & technology are afraid of whatever is on this ship getting into the hands of the resistance, and two, that they ALSO want the technology for themselves, and it could turn the war in THEIR favour too -- from this we can deduce it's some kind of long range portal/teleportation technology, possibly between dimensions, which would enable a full force scale attack from the Combine (who, so far, have invaded opportunistically through the Black Mesa Incident's portal storm).

i know all of this is from Half-Life and you asked the reverse, bear with me, it links back around here: you can VISIT this dry dock that supposedly held the Borealis, in Portal 2! like it's a hidden room in one of the old Aperture levels, look!

the ship is gone, but a lifering reading BOREALIS remains to let us know what was going on here.

another thing is that in the boss battle in Portal 1, if you listen carefully to all of GLaDOS' bonus dialogue, she actually makes a couple of references to what's going on in the world outside Aperture:

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Are you trying to escape? [manic electronic giggle] Things have changed since the last time you left the building. What's going on out there will make you wish you were back in here. I have an infinite capacity for knowledge, and even I'm not sure what's going on outside. All I know is I'm the only thing standing between us and them. Well, I was. Unless you have a plan for building some supercomputer parts in a big hurry, this place isn't going to be safe much longer.

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this is interesting, because whilst she could be lying, we do know there's a lot of truth to some of the things she's describing. there HAS been a lot of change, there IS a terribly terrifying force out there, and they ARE interested in Aperture Science, so, she's actually probably telling the truth here. we never see any headcrab zombies or fascist militia in Portal or Portal 2, so it seems like GLaDOS is doing a damn good job keeping them out. that being said, it seems that by Half-Life 2 (which is probably set between Portal 1 and 2) there might not be many people in America left, seemingly they were all moved from there to repurposed eastern european cities after some kind of cataclysm in the seven hour war. so maybe the Combine don't have much of a presence in america by Portal 2, because they no longer have any people (that they know of) to control in north america. but Half-Life Alyx implies there might not even be an America left so??? who knows.

the other things we learn are mostly that, for a while, Aperture Science was performing second best after Black Mesa but that dropped off closer and closer to the 80s & 90s as Cave Johnson lost control of his goddamn shitty company. he also has an incredibly low opinion of them, probably because they are much better respected than him.

interestingly, in the Portal 2 DLC (the community-made levels one, not the art therapy one) we get to see a bunch of alternate universe versions of Aperture Science (the premise is Aperture is stealing test chambers from alternate versions of themselves, and thus you hear narration from alternate Cave Johnsons who didn't die and kept running Aperture for many years. it's very fun). one of these alternate Caves mentions buying out Black Mesa, merging it with Aperture Science, and immediately ending their testing into exotic materials because he thinks it's just begging to cause a resonance cascade. and he's right! that's exactly what does happen in Half-Life 1, so interestingly, he actually is the sole person to prevent the Combine invasion in that universe.

that's basically all i got! that's all the ways Portal and Portal 2 makes commentary & reference to Half-Life i think???

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wicked games (l.m.) - chapter fourteen

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pairing: lee minho x reader genre: academic rivals to lovers wc: 5.2k words

i still don't know where everything went

it was practically possible to hear the sound of the clock hands moving second by second in the silent room, filling the environment with a constant tick-tock. the pen's weight was tangible in her palm, as if it were made of lead, and the rhythm of its heavy strain fed the up and down movement of her chest, drenched in nervousness that didn't seem to have disappeared.

the minutes continued to pass, and the questions on the physics test in front of y/n were answered one by one, with absolute caution, as if she was following a fragile surgery, as if at any moment some bogeyman might appear out of nowhere in the room if she wasn't delicate.

she was well aware that her decision to go to work had significantly reduced the time she would put into her academic performance, but she was never someone who allowed herself to be easily shaken.

now, it was no longer her who taught hyunjin, but studied with him, keeping an eye out for the materials he reviewed when there weren't any in the cafe so that she could take advantage of even the free seconds she had, which became scarcer with the pass the days.

she knew she was being left behind in the eternal competition that was her and minho's relationship, and despite all the hate that many viewers would consider "uncalled for", she found herself a little scarred by an anger that burned her chest like a forrest. fire whenever she saw him in the hallways, backs against lockers laughing out loud at silly things with his friends without a care in the world. the poster child for the aristocratic lifestyle of today's society, a boy with the world in his hands and people who worked for him cleaning his shoes kneeling on the floor of the huge mansion he lived in.

it was nothing more than a raw and genuine hatred inside y/n when all the paths her mind went through when thinking about minho came to the inevitable conclusion that this, all of this was a sport for him. studying was a sport, getting good grades was a sport, excelling, being popular, winking at dumb girls across the cafeteria like you were television's newest heartthrob. it was all one big joke and when she looked at how she led her life, the lack of jokes was almost suffocating, a snake around her neck all the time just waiting for the right time to coil completely against her flesh.

when she felt pathetic, she tried to imagine him cleaning the cafeteria bathrooms using only a toilet brush, or having to listen to customers throwing tantrums over a cup of coffee with a smile on his face, not being able to retort or shout back. these thoughts brought her out of her own exasperated situation and made her laugh. she couldn't tell if it was because of the strangeness of minho's presence in these scenarios, how he would look wearing the uniform she has to wear every day, or if it was because, greater than this hatred was the restless desire that maybe, just maybe, lee minho wasn't exactly how she imagined he was.

but she knew it was impossible for that to be real. it was impossible because minho had only shown her his true personality, so she knew her like no one else.

the anger heats up until it cools down and settles in the throat like a stone, accompanied by a feeling of disgust. despite the considerable efforts she had made, her second-place name on the huge ranking list at the entrance to the school screamed in her face that they hadn't been enough. and the damn name of minho was above hers. she could only feel disgust. disgusted because of him? it was no longer a surprise to anyone. however, the disgust she felt was mostly directed at herself. she should have studied harder, spent more late nights studying until her hand ached and her eyes burned with exhaustion.

but now it was too late, and his failure was exposed to all who walked those halls. the feeling of dismay followed her, like a constant shadow, reminding her that her expectations were not met and that she had lost the opportunity to win.

as soon as she turned to flee to the classroom for her first class of the day, she saw minho walking towards the panel, eyes glazed over the top to see who had won, who had gotten the best grade.

she didn't wait long to witness the look of satisfaction on his stupid face and soon she was stomping against the floor, a red fury circling her entire body and she didn't even consider taking a step to the side to avoid him, and she certainly didn't feel pity when she bumped into him with her shoulder, knocking him off balance slightly.

she only heard a scoff behind her but didn't even bother to turn around, however much she felt like it when she heard him whisper “you need to be tamed, jesus”

but, contrary to what one might imagine, no ghost of a smile appeared on minho's lips when he saw his name at the top. all he could think about was what it meant to have his name on top of all those others, a hierarchy. he imagined his father's satisfaction at seeing him do exactly what he'd demanded, a silent submission, a reminder that minho was just the son and that no matter how much he kicked and rebelled, his father would always win.

he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

“minho" yongbok appeared beside him magically, as if he had materialized there. “i met professor choi on his way here and he asked me to give you your test and congratulated you on first place”

the sheet of paper that yongbok held out to minho made a wave of discomfort run down his spine, but he took it from his best friend's hand none the less.

he looks down at the sheet and looks at the shoulder where the girl had bumped into it on purpose for a few seconds, before the urge to rip the test in half takes over him. ripped it into a thousand pieces and threw it in the nearest garbage, leaving yongbok with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

he pointed at minho, then at the trash can, then at minho, then at the trash can.

“but… why?” he asked.

“it’s just a stupid test, yongie” he shrugged putting his hands in the pocket of his uniform pants and walking unbothered while some people congratulated him on his performance in the hall.

but yongbok didn't understand, so he chose to ask more.

“stupid? i thought you cared about that kind of thing”

“no, at least not now. i have other things keeping me up all night”

“i wonder who that is…” yongbok whispers and pushes the big glasses back into place with his finger.

“what was that?” minho asks suspiciously, having just heard rumbles coming from the friend. minho still can't quite catch the things he whispers when he doesn't want him to hear. it's a normal thing to happen within their friendship, yongbok doesn't know how to shut up and minho can't mature enough to leave his nosy lifestyle behind.

“do you want to go with me to the varsity basketball game on friday?” yongbok asks him as they walk through the noisy halls. minho never went to a basketball game with him in all their years of friendship because when minho didn't want to do something, nothing could make him do it, it didn't matter how much he loved his best friend.

but this time, unlike previous opportunities, minho had a real and concrete reason for not wanting to go. a person, to be precise. as he dragged his steps down the hall, he could see the blond boy approaching, standing out among the other bustling and noisy football players. a feeling of disgust that rose from his feet to his head in a matter of seconds took over his entire body, while yongbok, beside him, seemed mesmerized by the presence of the school's basketball team.

minho's eyes locked on the approaching figure. he had never noticed hwang hyunjin until he bloomed in his field of vision like a very insistent weed. apparently he was the only one who hadn't fallen into the hands of the undeniable charisma he didn't care to hide. for minho, beneath that charming smile and effortless charm, there's something about hyunjin that rubbed him the wrong way. he couldn't explain if it was a gratuitous animosity that resided in the back of his mind, but it was strong enough to make his breath get heavier every time he saw him.

his friend turns to him so quickly, minho wonders if he had a whiplash.

“please minhoooo” for a second he thinks that yongbok, the shy and withdrawn boy who never raised his hand to ask a classroom question in his life was going to kneel on the floor of the packed hallway and beg.

the group of basketball players passes by the two and the air in the hallway disappears for minho. hyunjin smiles at his friends without a care in the world as he hears one of them saying “hyunjin, your pitch was great! i've never seen anyone score that far from the basket!”, cheeks reddening a little at the cheers of his teammates.

minho's eyes travel between him and his friend a few times, until his expression suddenly darkens and he turns to yongbok. “calm down” he says, seeing his best friend's anxious expression. “no need to make a scandal out of it, i’ll go with you”

the words are bitter in his throat but yongbok opens a huge smile and it seems once again that he is going to throw himself on his knees in the corridor, this time to thank him, but minho doesn't give him time to do that and soon starts walking towards the classroom for their first class, lip between teeth and head away from where his feet were taking him.

y/n has never had an easy time functioning in crowded places, a bonus is when those (many) people are screaming like animals and squirming in their seats as if they were trying to keep from flying off their chairs.

her constant hesitation to enter the large gymnasium in the midst of all the revelry and excitement was constant throughout his journey from the cafe to school, under the slowly darkening sky, leaving a gentle farewell to the brightness of the day and giving way to night. her journey was longer than she thought it was going to be, partly because her shift had been increased by a few minutes and her insecurity forced her feet to walk more slowly, needless to say, she was obviously late.

but all roads lead to rome or whatever, and she's been staring at the entrance to the gym for the last few minutes as if, if she walked in, she would be consumed by it.

the screams that rang out to her from the other side, outside the party, were wild and just made her want to get as far away as she could and go seek comfort in the dark and lonely cubicle that was her home, but her feet remained rooted to the ground, neither going in nor leaving.

she just found the courage to put her hand on the doorknob because she remembered the message that hyunjin had sent her earlier: a photo of the place he had reserved specifically for her. it was a front row seat, the most privileged and coveted by those who genuinely enjoy that spectacle of sweaty men hitting each other and running like dogs after a ball.

the seat was the most apparent and she was late, hyunjin must have noticed. she just opened the door because of that. she didn't want to upset him and destabilize him in his most important game, and he really wanted her to be there, for some reason.

sea of screams and cheers hit her full on as soon as the door was opened and the exasperated sound of tennis shoes against the polished wood of the court floor showed that the game was already close. y/n walked quickly to the only empty seat right in front of the court, where there was a yellow sticky note with the word “RESERVED” written in large, shaky letters, staining the paper black.

she sat quickly, taking in every detail of what was going on around her. hyunjin's team was dressed in vibrant orange jerseys, while the rival school's team sported uniforms in a deep shade of dark blue. the players on hyunjin's team moved around the court with an almost choreographed precision, like roots in a perfectly rehearsed dance.

the ball did not remain for more than five seconds in the hands of a single player, passing quickly from one side to the other. it was a frenzy of intense contests, a relentless battle for control of the element that dictates the game. every possession was a source of palpable tension.

it wasn't hard to find hyunjin in the middle, the hair gave it away, vibrating as if it wanted to be seen, to draw attention. he had a focused look on his face, his feet moving him across the court with mastery, and for the first time, she could understand why he wanted so badly to devote his life to this. she definitely hadn't seen him with the same full of life eyes looking at the endless math worksheets.

the court came alive with every jump, every dribble and every accurate shot. energy pulsed through the air, enveloping everyone present, as excited fans applauded and cheered with each play behind her back. it was as if the game itself was a living entity with a life of its own.

in the blink of an eye the ball stops in hyunjin's hands. his eyes quickly scanned the opposing defense, looking for an opening, and with a dribble he was already heading towards the basket. his purposeful stride, hard against the floor, stopped abruptly and morphed into a jump, and at the apex of his rise, he reached out, releasing the ball in a perfect arc.

the entire gym exploded with joy as soon as the ball went into the basket. hyunjin returned to the floor with a smile and a heavy breath, and his gaze went directly to her chair, regretting y/n not having seen his move.

but she had already arrived and was right there.

y/n didn't scream or jump, but a discreet smirk and slow clapping was her celebration for her friend's point, and he was happy because that was the most he could get out of her in that situation. she found herself silently rooting for hyunjin and his team, even though she didn't want to admit it. she didn't want to budge on something she considered so silly, but they were friends now, weren't they? hyunjin had said they were, but his words that could very well be empty didn't make her discover what it was like to be friends with someone overnight, and as much as she imagined that the normal thing within a friendship was to share that kind of joy, the idea of opening herself up to someone still made her body tingle and her breath hitch.

but at that moment, where his teammates were ruffling her hair and congratulating him, she couldn't stop herself from clapping louder, only stopping when the game had returned to normal and the frantic rushing back and forth across the street square will return.

her attention, however, was stolen when her phone started to vibrate inside her purse, which was an unusual occurrence, giving that she almost never received messages.

she reached down to retrieve it from the bag that was on the floor beside her chair, and her breath caught in her throat when she saw the “ignore” contact texting.

ignore:

i need to talk to you

ignore:

it's about the study groups thing we have to prepare

her gaze goes up once more to the game, but the magic was gone, which was normal with anything that lee minho got into; for her, ruined. a wave of anger crept up her spine like a parasite. why did he have to send a message right now? it wasn't like she expected minho not to be an inconvenience in general, but she wasn't going to stop being irritated with him no matter how much his antics were awaited.

y/n:

i can't, i'm busy

the message was written with exasperated fingers, and quickly sent. but realized she had forgotten to add something.

y/n:

and don't text me anymore, i'll talk to you tomorrow morning

when she was about to put the phone back in her purse, the screen lit up again, revealing yet another message. she couldn't fight the instinct to ignore it and soon brought it close to her face once more.

ignore:

own, you'd rather i call than text and you're too embarrassed to admit it?

ignore:

if you want to hear my voice so badly, let's meet in the schoolyard to talk about what we have to do

her face heated with anger and embarrassment, even though she was never going to admit that he elicited any reaction from her that wasn't just hatred and disgust.

y/n:

i already told you i'm busy, minho, i know you can't help but be a pain in the ass 24/7 but now is not a good time, you'll have a lot of time to bother me tomorrow

her attention was snapped back to the game once more as the crowd roared, and apparently hyunjin had scored yet another point. he was smiling as he looked at her in the crowd and gave her a thumbs up, which she instinctively returned without thinking.

the messages stopped for a few minutes and she thought he had left her alone once and for all, but the shy vibration that indicated a new message made her huff and quickly bring the phone closer.

ignore:

i thought you really wanted to be student president, but i guess you just wanted the win, my mistake

ignore:

i'll have to do all of it by myself…

and now he was teasing her pride at his fingertips, and the anger she knew so well every time she interacted with or thought about him came on like a lightswitch.

minho knew he was pushing all the right buttons to piss her off, partly because of years of practice with everything to do with her and partly because he was looking at her, higher up in the bleachers, with a hawk's stare.

from the moment she had entered the court, his eyes had been irrevocably drawn to her, as if she were a walking magnet, and there they remained fixed for a long time. not even when Yongbok grabbed him by the arm, anticipating the basket the player was about to make, could he look away. it was so impossible to even imagine seeing her there, at a high school basketball game. however, what made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up was his theory about why she was there. the motive for that was inside the court, moving majestically across the polished floor with a cockiness that minho thought was all he could take in about him. y/n's eyes were glued to hyunjin's figure, and somewhere in his chest he swore that she was playing with his ego somehow, even though he didn't fully understand what that meant.

he was overcome by a brutally suffocating feeling and felt an unchanging urge that he needed to do something soon to break the gaze she was extending towards hyunjin. he needed it, it was almost vital, but if someone asked him why he would have nothing to answer, but he wasn't worried about his lack of motives, much less his thoughts about what it said about him and what he possibly felt for her instead of the insignificance and disdain he so pledged to feel.

he took the cell phone in a swift motion from the pocket of his uniform blazer and went straight to the contact list.

minho had lied the last time they'd seen each other, during the incident of sooyound locking them in the file room. he'd had her number for years, since begining of high school. it had been very difficult to get it and it really was a long journey, but when he got an idea in his head, he didn't give up easily. what if he wanted to start pestering through her on her phone too? what if she disappeared out of nowhere and never went to class again? what if he just wanted to talk to her? it was always good to be prepared, he told himself during the nights when he had trouble sleeping and he checked the list of contacts just to prove to himself that she was still there, that the contact hadn't been magically erased.

one day he had called her in the middle of the night, a year before, just to test if that number really belonged to her. it was two in the morning and the night was silent, so silent it was too loud for me, and sleep would not come to him at all, no matter how many times he tossed and turned in bed. the cell phone magically appeared in his hand and the contact was already open, curiosity bubbled in his chest and he didn't fight against it for a long time, pressing on top of the phone icon and quickly touching the cell phone to his ear.

the ringing noise seemed to go on forever, and minho was starting to get anxious. for a second, he was afraid that she would know he was the one calling and his fingers itched to hang up the call, but as soon as he moved the phone an inch away from his ear, the noise ceased and was replaced by silence.

"hello?" her voice is hoarse on the other end of the line, showing that she had just woken up.

minho's mouth opened slightly, wondering what to reply, but he stopped himself from letting any words escape his lips. perhaps, if he spoke, everything would be ruined, and a giant inexplicable fear rose in his chest.

“it’s 2 in the morning, what the hell...” he could hear her scoff, but it was in a different way from the scoffs she gave in his presence. she sounded more vulnerable, there was a fragility that seemed to echo in her very core. he was also vulnerable. he didn't know if it was the nocturnal silence that stripped him of his usual mask, the games and teasing that used to mark their interactions, but he did know that it was very different from anything he'd ever been through together with her.

“say something” she whispered on the other end of the line like an impatient but gentle plea. gentle was never a word he thought he could use with her, but all the others he could say fled his mind. the sound of her breathing echoed free as he held his to make as little sound as possible on his end of the line. “say something or i will hang up” she says, more determined but still nowhere near her usual attitude.

minho didn't say anything, he just took his hand slowly until it reached his face and covered his own mouth, pressing it. he knew he wouldn't say anything, but even so, he found it necessary to physically forbid himself, as if something was taking over him and he opened his mouth and said something he shouldn't.

she remained for a few more seconds that seemed eternal, only the sound of her breathing and some groans of tiredness for being woken up reached minho's ears, but he waited patiently to see what she would do.

“well, have a good night then” she said softly and minho brought his legs closer to his chest, curling up. “since you decided to call someone at 2 in the morning and not say anything…” she was stubborn no matter the situation. “don’t wake up anyone else with prank calls like you did right now” was the last thing he heard before the call was disconnected. if he was no longer able to sleep, the rest of his night was spent awake trying to imagine if what had happened had just been a hallucination in his head and, after that, he never dared to look at her contact again.

that is, until that moment.

he opened her contact and started sending her messages, messages where he feigned disdain but gulped as he wrote. when she looked away from the phone to look at hyunjin and give him a thumbs up that's when his patience was cut short and he let out a huff through his nose and sat on the edge of his seat, gripping his phone tightly.

“nice shot!” yongbok exclaimed, clapping his hands wildly to celebrate the school's lead in the game. it was only then that he realized that minho's body was turned sideways towards the court, not even watching the game, and after whispering a "what are you doing?" softly, his eyes followed the direction where his best friend was looking, and noticed the scene, where hyunjin was looking at her right after scoring his point and minho's knuckles turning white around the cell phone, which was open in a chat with a contact with the name “y/n”.

“what are you doing?” yongbok repeated it louder this time so that minho could hear. he didn't turn around to answer his friend, he just lowered his head and went back to looking at his cell phone and typing quickly.

“solving something” he answered simply.

minho, now without self-restraint, opted to openly tease her, joking about the fact that she won the election just to get a rise out of her. and he knew it had worked, because her shoulders hunched as she read what he'd written.

the typing symbol appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again and disappeared from view again. minho waited for her answer, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

y/n:

you have 1 minute and that's it

and her answer made a smile appear on his face, and when she started to rise discreetly from her chair, he quickly got to his feet and started to dodge the people sitting next to him, trying to get to her as quickly as possible.

y/n waited to get out of her chair in the middle of a play, while hyunjin wasn't looking, and made sure to leave her purse on top of the chair so he knew she didn't just leave. she walked discreetly to the entrance of the gym, and when she had passed through the door and was closing it, it was opened on the other side, where minho appeared right in front of her.

her breath shook as soon as she saw him, and he was panting as if he'd hurried to get to her. the realization that he too was watching the game and yet pestering her to talk to her made her even more uncomfortable, and she just took a step back to put distance between them and crossed her arms.

“1 minute, and don't abuse it” she turns around until she leans her back against the wall next to the door and looks at him with her head up and her nose in the air.

minho just took short steps until he stood in front of her, regaining the closeness she broke off, a huge gratification in getting her out of the gym that he couldn't explain.

“sooyoung spoke to me today, she said that we need to do full reports with all students who are interested in joining the tutoring group. i'll do one part and you'll do the other, then we'll put it all together when it's ready,” he says, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that he can't quite control.

"is that it?" she asked in disbelief. “is that the only reason you were bugging me nonstop?”

"me?" he chuckled and also crossed his arms, mimicking her. “bugging you? what are you talking about, y/n? i was just talking to you, it's not my fault you get so rilled up every time you talk to me"

she rolled her eyes and stepped away from the wall, taking a small step towards him and looking him in the eyes.

"is that it?"

the proximity made minho stop for a few seconds, just looking back at her, thinking of something to reply to her. time passed slowly and he only awoke from his trance and looked away when a wave of cheers erupted in the gym and escaped through the thin door beside them. he swallows hard and takes a micro step back, backing up slightly.

“that was it” he whispers without any jokes or comebacks, because during all that time nothing came to his mind except the memory of the day he called her in the middle of the night, as if that memory that had been kept for so long had been unlocked into his brain without further ado.

she snorts with a know-it-all look and tries to circle him to make her way back to the gym, but an anxiety creeps up his spine and he unconsciously steps to the side and places himself in front of her once more. she stops in her step so she doesn't bump into him and looks up at him again, confused by his sudden movement.

“what the hell, minh-” before she could finish the sentence, the door next to them bursts open, and hwang hyunjin, breathing quickly for air, appears in their field of vision.

hyunjin looks at y/n and opens a smile the size of the universe and doesn't even notice minho's presence, and even after noticing, he doesn't care.

“y/n!” he exclaims, walking up to the two. "where have you been? you missed the endgame!”

he grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her out of minho's way.

“oh…” she starts to say, shame rising in her chest. she gives minho an angry look, before turning her attention to her friend once more. “i’m sorry, i…”

“we won!” hyunjin exclaims and the hands on her shoulders yanked her forward as he led her back into the gym. “let's go celebrate! you left your bag in there too, didn't you?"

the door closes, leaving minho alone in the night breeze. he gives in to the uncontrollable urge to bring his hands to his face and press them hard against his eyes, wondering what the fuck has been wrong with him lately, and why the shoulders that were relaxed before in her brief presence are tense, once again.

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sixsixtwenty · 4 months

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Scp 049 x Reader

NOONES POV:

It was a calm evening in the foundation more calmer than you expected really, you thought you were gonna have to do more tests with researchers doing Experiments on you.

But to your luck they didn't, they let you rest and have a nice calm evening all to yourself. But you knew you're never alone

Those damn cameras in your room always bugged you, you felt like you barely have any privacy because they wanna study you 24/7 you thought.

You were casually laying on your bed staring at the ceiling thinking of what to do, you missed your friend 049. You never knew his real name but it didn't matter to you apparently.

You really appriciate his company even though of his well. Hobby. But you just let him do what he wanted, if it'll make him happy and he doesn't attack you it's all good you thought.

You started to twiddle your fingers together deep in thought as you suddenly hear one of the chamber doors opening as you saw one of the guards entering your chamber.

"Y/N L/N, you will be visiting Scp-049 again, it was requested by the higher ups because you both seem to get along quite well and he has no intentions in 'curing' you. Now get up and follow me and don't do anything stupid."

You simply nodded got up and followed the MTF to 049's chamber, well he wasn't wrong about those statements you both did get along pretty well you think. He was all chill and calm around you.

Soon you arrived at 049's chamber along with the MTF, you can already see a researcher inside the chamber as if he was awaiting you eich he probably was.

"Ah miss L/N, you're finally here. You already maybe know why you're here, so just go inside 049's chamber and interact with him"

You sighed and nodded, you were kinda tired because you hadn't gotten too much sleep the past days those tests with other scps just took a bunch of energy out of you wich just makes you wanna plop down onto your bed and hope you can sleep

With your all will power you walked inside as the door closed behind you eich cought 049s attention and looked to you giving you a small wave and greeted you.

"Greetings my friend, how are you today?" He said in a calm voice as he laid the cutting knife down that he used on one of his patients before to perform surgery.

You ignored that and simply just replied back in a calm voice aswell keeping things cool.

"I'm doing fine 049 just a bit tired, i didn't get that much sleep lately"

He then slowly walks to you and without thinking he just quickly hugs you making you flinch and panic, his hands are deadly and kill anyone who gets touched by them.

...

Wait, you were still alive? How? You didn't even know what to say as you look over at the researcher and MTF who were behind the glass window who were observing you.

The researcher was frantically scribblings notes down all fascinated as the MTF stared at you big big eyes as they looked to each other and then back at you again

It took even 049 a second to realize that he hugged you as the quickly backed off from you and his hands back behind his as he stared at you.

He was just as surprised as everyone was as the gently took his shaking hand back and carefully touched your forehead, nothing happened.

You both realized you couldn't get hurt by his power as you just pulled him into a bone crushing hug that took 049 to a surprise as he quickly hugged you back.

You were still under a bit of shock but happyness, truth is you haven't gotten many hugs in your past and nowadays you were quite touch starved.

So just suddenly getting and giving a hug just pulls out all your happyness knowing you're finally in someones arms again.

As you felt 049 hugging you tighter your face felt wet, you came to the thought it was tears but your eyes were dry. And then you realized. Those tears weren't yours but 049's

You quickly looked up at his mask where his eyes are exposed as you can see faint tear drops falling and trailing down his mask as more tears are forming at his eyes.

"049?! W-why are you crying? Are you okay? Did i do something wrong?"

"N-no my dear. I'm just so happy you didn't die.. and that. That i can give you the hug i wanted to give you before!"

You were in awe seeing him in happy tears after that nuztling into his neck as the puts his bird mask beak on your head simply just resting there.

"You're Amazing Y/N, you're quite the smart woman and you can't let yourself be stepped over just by some researchers. You're worth more my friend and i am willing to help you by protecting you and being there for you."

049 says to you still with a bit of tears in his eyes

"I-id like that 049. I'd like that." You reply with a warm smile still being a bit worried for your friend. But you knew he was somewhat fine.

In the end you both stayed there in a hug until the MTF had to pull you away until you meet again.

#scp 049 #scp x reader #scp #scp 049 x reader #fluff x reader #scp foundation #scp foundation x reader #scp 049 fluff #scp fluff #this is my original work btw #i mostly copied this from my wattapd account and my book #my Wattpad book has nsf\/\/ on it so idk if i van post it here.#I'll most likely tag it as smut or lemon. or Nsft

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Now

Paring: Chris Evans x Black Actress Reader RPF

Summary: You and Chris have a whirlwind romance. Until someone gets cold feet.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Toxic Chris, toxic reader. Toxic idiots in love. Denial, fear of commitment, imbalance in public perception, oral sex (m/f receiving), sloppy toppy, gagging, choking, fine dining to the extreme performed on female, squirting, over stimulation, eating the groceries, praise kink, good girl kink, hints of dom/sub, p in v, raw sex (wrap it up folks), creampie, aftercare, bathing together, argument. Basically pwp. A/N: This comes After Sideways and before Again in the Again Series.

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After your PR dinner date, which convinced everyone that you and Chris were indeed a couple that had a tiff at the presser three months ago, your life was plunged into an ocean of scrutiny you had not yet had to endure, even as a rising actor.

All of the gossip sites were speculating on every aspect of you, from the naturalness of your body, which you hated, to what your friends and family thought, to whether or not your relationship with Chris was genuine. It was enough to test your patience in every interview.

Even though you and Chris had strict riders which stipulated no questions about your relationship, most interviewers tried to work it in.

You began to get the reputation as difficult when you kept walking out on press. Chris was just labeled ‘coy’ and ‘charming’ when he refused to answer. The golden boy was still golden, and possibly trapped by his publicist in this relationship, while you were a schemer, a climber, and hardly his type, according to his fans. It was exhausting.

What people didn’t know was that your relationship was very real and very intense. Chris wanted to be around you as much as possible, and for some reason, you couldn’t leave him alone. And that scared you. You were getting soft.

And that wouldn’t do.

But Chris Evans was your weakness. You found that out big time when he had to go to the west coast for a project.

It was you and he against the world when You were together. But when he left, insecurities had a chance to weave its way through your brain.

Two weeks apart had you feening like a little crackhead for him.

Oh fucking no.

When Chris knocked on the door of your West Village apartment when he got back to the city, you were on him like a succubus. You were so happy to see him, it scared you. So instead of saying what was bubbling up in your throat to say, you just put your tongue down his, and dragged him to your bedroom, stripped off your clothes, then pulled him close as you sat down on your bed and started unbuckling his belt.

You needed him. Now.

“Well, hello to you too, Baby.”

“Hello,” you said sweetly.

You finally freed his cock, and you licked your lips as you started carefully dry stroking it to life. Chris’s eyes were hooded as he stared down at you.

Damn, he missed you.

Damn. He loved you.

“Is this what we’re doing now?”

You batted your eyes up at him, held his dick in your hand and licked a stripe up the underside, circling the tip and then encasing it in your mouth. You sucked it hard, then slid your mouth down his shaft, causing him to hit the back of your throat.

“Oh, shiiiiittttttt. That sweet, dirty, beautiful mouth.”

Chris’s hands went to your ears, pushing his fingers deep into your scalp as he took control of your face and started to fuck it.

You held onto his thighs, feeling his hips flex as he used your face. Your fingernails dug into his flexing muscles as he listened to you gargle his cock.

“Gooood fucking girl. You take my cock so well.”

You gazed up at him through your tears as he smiled down at you.

“Make me wanna…”

His hips stuttered under your palms, as you felt his cock grow even larger and pulse in your throat. You were drooling and concentrating on breathing as tears and saliva rolled down your face.

Chris slowly slid out of your mouth and you gasped for breath, coughing as he wiped your face with his thumbs as he got down on the floor with you. His hands held your face gently now as he cleaned you up a bit and tenderly kissed your swollen lips. He rubbed your neck, down to your shoulders, then massaged your breasts as you trembled under his touch, wanting him where you needed him.

“I know what you want.”

One of his hands slid down the center of your chest and your belly and the other moved up to your neck.He carefully slid his fingers around your neck while simultaneously slipping two in between your pussy lips.

“So fucking wet.”

You whimpered in his grip.

“Atta fucking girl. That’s a good girl. There you go. Lemme hit that spot.”

You started moving your hips lustily, always wanting more.

“That’s right. Cum for me?”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to fight it in vain. Chris chuckled. He leaned close to your ear as he pressed down on your clit with his thumb and curled his fingers inside you.

“Cum. Now.”

“OH SHIT!!!!”

You screamed and came, collapsing back on the thick carpet as Chris continued to pump his fingers inside you.

“Does that feel good? This is such a good little pussy. Love that cream. Let me lick it up.”

“Nonononono.”

This time you tried to push his head away, but as soon as his lips attached themselves to your clit, and he started sucking, you bucked your hips burying his face further. His moans in your pussy got you close again. Chris could tell.

“You gonna squirt in my mouth? Give it to me. Don’t run from me. Come. Here. Now. Keep those legs open.”

Chris’ voice did nothing for your ability to breathe. This energy was electric, and Chris in control amped up the connection. But before you could come, came another command.

“Turn over on your fucking knees. I need that ass.”

You grew a little alarmed, but looked behind you to see Chris smirking again and then bending down to eat your ass.

You were not ready.

“Oh my fucking god, Chris.”

You almost passed out under the talents of his tongue.

“Play with that clit.”

You immediately obeyed, manipulating your poor little clit until you came yet again. Chris flipped you back over on your back again. He pumped his cock over you and you watched it drip as your chest heaved from trying to attain oxygen.

Chris opened your legs wide and then leaned down, caging your head between his hands. He looked you in the eyes, kissed you on the nose, and then slid home, cock easing into your canal easily.

But his girth. You would never truly get used to it.

“That’s a fucking good girl. So fucking tight. Give it to me.”

Chris started pumping slowly, burying his hands in your hair, massaging and holding you steady as he tried to peer into your soul. You closed your eyes, as you moaned and writhed beneath him. He felt amazing even though he was moving slowly.

“Open your eyes. I wanna see how you look as you take what I give you.”

“Fuck!” you exclaimed, as his words destroyed you.

The look on your face made Chris swell and pulse inside you.

Chris moved one hand to your clit and started to flick it. Your body reacted.

“Fuck yes! I love when this tight pussy gets even tighter. Makes me wanna tear it up.”

He started snapping his hips harder and faster. That, combined with his thumb on your clit made you cum around him.

Chris was looking down now, mesmerized at the sight of your cunt strangling his dick and clenching around him.

He looked back up at you, blue eyes piercing.

“Look at all that sweet cream.”

He gave you a side grin the second before he slid out of you and began to eat your pussy again. You were so sensitive that your knees clamped around his ears. His hands came up and pried them apart and he peered up at you, eyes ominous.

“Keep them open.”

Chris lewdly and loudly ate you out again, slurping up all of your juices, while your hands moved to push his head away. He looked up and raised that eyebrow of his and you stopped, then suddenly came into his mouth at the thrill that you might be punished for it.

Chris moaned as you released and then manhandled you again as he turned you over and pulled you up on your knees.

His balls started slapping up against your clit, making your eyes roll back into your head.

“So… fucking…tight.”

“Ah! Chris…shitttttt!”

It was as if all the orgasms were blending together. You didn't know where one ended and the other began. You were spasming around him uncontrollably.

“I’m gonna… fuck….its too fucking good.”

“Ohhhhhoooooooo.”

You were unintelligibly trying to express how you felt. Chris listened to your voice in rapture and leaned down to run his tongue up your spine which caused you to arch your back as a reflex.

“Yes yes yes yes yes, You’re squeezing the life outta me.”

He pulled you up so that your back was against his front, and his hand came up around your throat. Your throat was raw as you moaned and swivled your hips as he fucked up into you. His hand splayed on your belly and his fingertips grazed your over stimulated clit. The sounds of him fucking your wet, sloppy cunt were pornographic.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You’re such a good fucking girl. Ah shit…s-s-so good.”

Chris stuttering in your ear made you come apart all over again.

“Oh…oh…OHHHHHHH!”

“F-f-fuck, you’re making me cum baby girl…. Yes, yes, yessss.. Shittt….”

You felt his warm spend flood into you and drip down your thighs. And then you were a puddle in Chris’s arms. The next thing you knew, he was carrying you to the bathroom and you heard water running. You woke up as your toe touched warm water.

Chris kissed your forehead and carried you over to the toilet, placing you on it.

“Pee.”

You giggled as you did what you were told, and watched as Chris climbed into the tub. It was strange, you didn’t feel weird at all. It was like you were comfortable. And safe. And in love.

That was a problem.

When you were done, Chris made grabby hands at you and you climbed into the tub and relaxed into his arms. He leaned back and languidly stroked your body, but eventually peeked at your face. You were staring off into space and frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

You were startled back into reality. You’d been thinking about really being in a relationship with Chris and how that would change your life. How that would change your heart. It would make you soft. And vulnerable.

You weren’t ready to be hurt again.

“Nothing.”

Chris sighed, knowing you were lying. He guessed what was up. He thought you needed reassurance.

“Y/n. I want to tell you something.”

You turned around in the tub, facing him, even though the faucet was poking you in the back. You were in between Chris and a hard place.

“I want to tell you something too. I can’t ride the subway with you.”

Chris looked confused.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I can’t ride the subway with you. You’re too recognizable.”

Chris raised his eyebrow at you.

“You want to ride the subway?”

He was incredulous.

“Yes! I want to have my life like it is.”

You crossed your arms across your wet chest.

“You ever heard of a car service?”

“Who needs a car service? I can ride the subway, I can walk in the West Village, run along the greenway, go eat at any restaurant outside, and no one hardly bats an eye at me. No one is checking for someone like me. But with you… it’s harder to do that.”

Chris straightened up, mouth pursed in a line.

“So I cramp your style?”

You gave him a look.

“Are we really going to do this?”

“I feel like I can do anything for the person I love…”

His big blue eyes almost hurt your heart. If you had one.

“You don’t love me Chris. This is a PR relationship, remember?”

You got out of the tub and pulled on your robe.

“You’re not serious?”

Chris said it to your retreating back.

Chris couldn’t believe it as he climbed out, grabbed a towel and went after you.

“So you're saying you don’t feel…”

“I do feel, Chris. That’s the problem.”

You sat on the edge of your still made bed, head in your hands.

“That’s not a problem baby.” Chris paused. “I mean, if you don’t want it to be.”

You looked up at him.

“Don’t get in your head about the future. Be here. Now. Y/N… I love…”

You cut him off.

“Don’t Chris. We just had some amazing sex. That’s what you’re feeling. The afterglow. That’s what’s happening right now.”

“Don’t fucking tell me how I’m feeling!”

Chris was so frustrated.

“Don’t fucking yell at me. You know what. Just get out. Go to The Plaza. Go back home to Boston. Now.“

Chris stood there, flabbergasted. Then, he moved to get his clothes.

“I know what you’re doing. I can see right through you.”

“You don’t know shit, Evans.”

“Ha!”

“Ha fucking Ha! Get the fuck out!”

“Be careful what you wish for. You’ll be calling me for some dick soon!”

Chris was trying to goad you into admitting something, anything that would tie you to him as he gathered his things.

“I will never call you for shit else, Evans.”

“We��ll see.”

Chris stalked out toward your living room and opened the door. You took the handle as he walked out.

“Never again!”

And you slammed the door in his face and listened as he yelled, “Arrrghhhhhh!”

Your heart pounded until you heard him stomp off down the hallway.

You weren’t ready to be hurt again.

So you did the hurting.

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#ask dj #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans rpf #chris evans x black! female reader #chris evans x black actress reader #again series

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usedpidemo · 1 year

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so i went to my first ever concert and...(storytime!)

Generally speaking, I don't like the concept of concerts. For the longest time, I've never had any interest in attending one. I've been disillusioned by the idea of them as a whole, with no disrespect to people who attend them. Even before the global pandemic that shut down live events, ironically, despite being on my headphones/speakers 90% of the time, I don't like crowds and extremely loud audiences. It also doesn't help that many live artists nowadays are just not good stage performers or lipsync or in some cases, aren't as pleasing to hear as the studio mix that I could easily play on Spotify. My mantra, which has always been my mother's as well, was "Just listen to the CD." This also explains why I don't really buy CDs anymore and stick to streaming instead.

It's now 2023, and as the old adage goes, things change. I've become a K-pop fan, live events are back, and there's this push to have me leave my house a lot more than I should. I'm no recluse like Bruce Wayne, but I certainly don't like going out when I could be relaxing and playing video games in my spare time even as an adult. Growing up made me realize that there's plenty of things that I should do, even at least once. I'm nowhere close to dying—I think so at least—but I definitely felt the need add some spice into my life and have some fresh memories to keep now that the pandemic's over.

Anyway—I've never been to a concert, and my older sister's only concert experience was seeing Fall Out Boy when she was in her teens that she desperately begged mom to see, and she was all the way up into the nosebleeds. Now obviously I can't go and see IZ*ONE anymore (sadblob) and every big act carries extremely large demand for them. My sister failed to secure Blackpink tickets for their tour even with the membership presale, and the experience was so frustrating and damning that she stopped listening to the group for a while. There's so many things that can go wrong even as early as ticket sales, so I understood that any concert I wanted to go to should be absolutely worth it.

It was during our vacation back in February when IVE announced that they would be bringing their fan concert around Asia, with June as the set date. I can remember seeing it trend on Twitter while waiting in the car; the hype was fucking real. I knew I had to be there by any means necessary. The campaign began as soon as we got back to our hotel. They said yes.

One thing I want to say is: fuck online ticketing. It sucks, big time. Anything that can go wrong, can and will go wrong. Yet some part of me was so uncertain and wanted to test the murky waters again. I got in touch with a third party way before they announced the ticket selling date, and I was so fixated on the success rate of the seller, against the advice of my family. It wasn't until two days before ticket selling that I was given a proper talk, saying that it could be a potential scam and that I should camp out the night before to get the best chances. Ultimately, I gave in and settled at a hotel close to a hotel without many fans. They ended up being right. I ended up first in line and got the best package for a little over $200. It was so difficult to keep my composure the moment I got the tickets all the way till I got home.

Fast forward to a little over a month. The family also booked me a nice hotel close to the venue days before the show so we wouldn't have to face insufferable traffic. I couldn't sleep the night before the show—not because I was excited and all, but I was genuinely feeling restless. It ultimately didn't matter as my mood and overall energy never diminished once I woke up 2.5 hours after finally sleeping.

You just know it's gonna be a good day when the first sign is making new friends out of nowhere. At breakfast, I befriended two Japanese tourists for some reason. My smile was wider than it normally was. It's so weird greeting people with amped up optimism that at times, it felt like main character energy, which was typically uncharacteristic of me. Mind you, I only had 2.5 hours of sleep.

An hour later, venue time—at least close to it. The concert organizers and local fanclubs held a fanhub that was already filling up the floor with a line that stretched around in a loop. So I bailed and went to the cafe across the street from where the actual concert would happen to get free shit. Saved myself almost $25 dollars from buying the I'VE IVE album because of a cupsleeve event being organized by a remnant of WIZ*ONEs. A big W if you ask me.

I even met up with some of my readers too! Cray and Nomad, if you're reading this, it was great finally meeting you. It was awesome to fanboy and connect with guys I've been talking to online for the past two years in person.

Afterward, we went inside an hour before show start, and people were already screaming like they showed up and it was just staff bringing out towels and water bottles. Then the lights went out and holy shit, everyone lost their shit. It wasn't a sold-out show but the audience's energy made it feel otherwise. They were singing instead of following fan-chants.

It should surprise no one that everyone killed it. Yujin is the 4th gen ace and no one can tell me any different. Wonyoung was absolutely fantastic in crowd control and drawing the audience in and lived up to the center title. They added both title tracks from I'VE IVE and changed up two of the cover songs for the unit stages, otherwise the set remains mostly similar to the ones in Korea and Japan, the only difference being new outfits and alternate color ones.

I'm gonna dedicate this section specifically for Liz. Consider me bias wrecked. She was not only an elite vocalist but she performed like the rent was due, holy shit. Blue Blood (my favorite stage of the night) in particular really gripped me and never let go. I was genuinely shook at how terrific she showed out in the performances. If anything, she's the 2nd best performer of the group after watching the footage.

There was an emotional moment at the end as the show was winding down. The members were lined up for the group photo when a fan video played and half of the members cried. Leeseo, Rei, and Yujin all cried and it was a wholesome scene. Rei mentioned how this was one of their first performances as a full group following her health hiatus and she was moved by the overwhelming support of the fans. Wonyoung also promised they would return—hopefully later than sooner I'm not loaded at the moment—which invalidates the stupid argument international Dives were having on Twitter. The girls felt their support, cried their heart out, and that's all you need to know.

After the event, there was a hi-bye session for all VIP ticket holders. They sent everyone else out, so it started 20 minutes after the actual ending. They kept reminding us that we weren't allowed to record or take photos of the event, but apparently someone at Starship was filming the whole thing? So there's a possibility that I might end up on YouTube, heh. Since we were on the left side of the stage, we were among the last to go up and meet them.

Holy fuck dude. I wasn't nervous while watching everyone else go up and meet IVE, but once the staff told us to form a single line and we slowly made our way around the stage, my heart began to go buckwild. You just don't know what to say or do when that moment comes—like how do I make this memorable or at the very least, not cringe? One thing I do know was that we all agreed, as a section, to walk past them as slow as humanly possible; five seconds was not enough. I was so unsure of what to do as I slowly walked up the steps to the point I was practically mouthing 'Jesus take the wheel' or else I'd melt into a puddle, lose my shit, do something stupid, or maybe all of the above.

Jesus Christ. They looked so fucking flawless. You honestly couldn't tell they were sweaty and exhausted after performing for 2.5 hours.

From left to right, it was Rei, Gaeul, Wonyoung, Yujin, Leeseo, and Liz. Liz was the first member I met, and she completed my half-heart gesture. From there, my brain blanked for a good three seconds. My mouth was still uttering 'Kamsahamnida' but that scene seemed to stick long past that moment. I couldn't register Leeseo, Yujin, and Wonyoung's reactions—I knew they were smiling and waving—but then my brain suddenly went back up as I met Gaeul and Rei's eyes right as we made our way out. I went to the bathroom and uttered a relieved, awestruck 'Holy shit.'

God. I don't know if I will ever move on from such an experience. I'm still thinking about the interaction as I write this little thought diary, and my mind keeps replaying the interactions with Liz, Gaeul, and Rei. All of them had lovely smiles and were so happy even though they clearly were gassed out, and I was in utter shock trying to comprehend what had happened. Famous streamer IShowSpeed met his hero Ronaldo the same day as the concert and if you've seen his video, he practically plays out all the emotions I wanted to feel after meeting them. I've not played any K-pop after the concert aside from English versions of songs and most certainly I've avoided IVE songs aside from rewatching my concert fancams because I'll just melt into a giddy pile of goo watching it, telling myself 'I was there.'

My sister only listens to Blackpink. She agreed to take me to the venue provided I buy her tickets, so this was a consolation or redemption of sorts after failing to secure tickets for the Born Pink tour. She's a Dive now. She couldn't stop raving over Wonyoung's beauty but she eventually found all the members to be cute and beautiful. It feels great to finally share a sweet moment with my sister despite the turbulent relationship we have.

In an ideal world, I'll be watching Le sserafim and the other IZ*ONE members when they perform/arrive here. Of course, there's many obstacles in the way, and I'm not loaded with disposable income. Seriously, these tickets were more expensive than a veteran group and they're supposed to be rookies! But the entire experience—the energy, the performances, and the ending—made every coin I spent worth it. If this ends up becoming the only concert I attend in my entire life moving forward, I'm glad it was an unforgettable one.

Gaeul, Yujin, Rei, Wonyoung, Liz, and Leeseo, thank you for making my year and giving me a core memory I can fondly look back on. I fucking love you guys.

#update #storytime

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elialys · 4 months

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Channeling positive energy for 2024

I have been very listless for at least the last couple of years (if not since 2020 and the whole pandemic mess), resulting in a pretty rough depressive episode that peaked this last November. It's hard to feel motivated to do anything concrete to improve your own life when everything around you is just...bleak. And this world does suck so much, so often, in so many ways.

But then I remember how I innately believe that most people are good, and that I am good, too, and that the one thing that always makes me feel better when I'm low is to do something helpful for someone, or to just be kind if I don't have the spoons for more.

(Putting this big ramble under read more)

I think I've mentioned it here before but I've made the decision to try and get into a new field of work, which involves at least two if not three years of studying. Let me tell you, I'm about to turn 36 in a couple of weeks. It's scary as fuck to do something like this. But this job, if I get into the school I need to get into, will be perfect for me. I'll be helping people who need guidance and compassion basically every day.

The bond I got to build with my students was my absolutely favorite part of teaching, but I got overwhelmed by everything else. I burned myself out in less than four years because I became a workaholic who worked 70 hours a week, never took a breath, tried tried tried, yet never felt like I was doing enough. The pressure was incredible, the 'I have to be around hundreds of people every single day', performing in front of entire classrooms full of kids 6h a day'...it just wore me down. Loved my kiddos to death, loved my science team so much, but then the pandemic hit and I lost a few family members within a few months, and I realized it was time for me to go home after 12 years abroad.

The meanest part of my brain likes to tell me I've spent the last four years being basically a useless human blob, but realistically, I know I wasn't. I had been working my ass off since 2011, when I was in America nannying two young kids all day long then going to school full time at night/weekends, before being hired as a teacher in England for 4 years.

I needed the break, I needed time with my loved ones. I needed to help grieving family members, especially my little sister with ASD, who had to learn to navigate life without her mom, who also developed epilepsy on top of everything else while our father pretended nothing was happening. I needed to spend time with my grandmother, who did so much for me when I was young and who's all alone, now. I'll even go as far as saying I've been working on fixing things with my mother this past year living with her, which was not an easy thing. Still isn't, but it's so much better than it used to be, and she's trying, too.

But I'm ready to get my life "back on track", or at least, to get busier , more proactive, more helpful to others who aren't in my inner circle, because I know that's what I'm good at, and why I'm here.

So, yeah, channeling positive thoughts for 2024. I'm not only going to work on getting into that school in the next few weeks, I also just received an email a couple days ago from an editor I used to work with. She's a writing director somewhere else now, and they need writers for a new webcomic project; she told me she immediately thought of me because they'd always been happy with my work, so I'm going to test for that, too, because why the hell not. Actually getting paid for the stuff I was writing a couple of years ago was the most surreal, rewarding experience of my writer life, and I wouldn't mind that happening again.

I want to give the biggest shoutout to my best friend & other butt cheek, @melusine0811, for helping me navigate those last four years, for always believing in me, and for being so fucking courageous when life is just so damn hard. Lauren, you're the bravest person I know, and forever my Donna Noble.

And because I'm sappy this weekend, awards and all, I'm also sending my thanks to my Australian unicorn, just for existing somewhere out there, for being a role model to me from afar these last thirteen years, for being another perfect example of people persevering no matter what, doing the things they love, while always trying to be kind to others in the process. I don't believe in much, but I believe in karma. You do good deeds, good things will happen to you.

Be kind to each other, my lovelies. Always be kind.

#personal #about me #just putting my thoughts and feelings down #encouraging positivity for myself #and for anyone who needs it ❤️#2024 i'm coming for you

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getvalentined · 2 months

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For the ship "ask" game: #'s 4, 7, and 8, Vin & Veld

4. What they do on date night:

Vincent and Veld don't actually really go out on dates, and they never really did. On those rare occasions they do go out, it's either getting kicked out for somehow cheating at darts in the seediest bar in town, or being dressed to the nines for a live stage performance with tickets sold out for the next year.

Usually, though, they stay home. Vincent burns popcorn and they watch bad movies, Veld reads on the couch while Vincent naps in his lap, that sort of thing. Their relationship was never very public in their younger days—very few people knew they were together at all, actually—and after they get back together when they're both in the WRO, Vincent tries to avoid going out in public altogether aside from work and regular visits to Seventh Heaven.

7. Which one is the worse driver:

Oh, Vincent. Hands-down, no question about it, Vincent. He's a terrible driver—when it comes to obeying traffic laws and the like, in any case. Get him above about 75MPH in a car chase for work and he's a wizard, but don't send him to pick up the dry cleaning or anything. Veld can do both, and is less likely to destroy the car in the process of either.

Vincent can fly a helicopter, though, and Veld can't, so at least there's that?

8. What they argue about:

On the sillier end, Vincent is terrible about putting his laundry in the hamper and always has been and Veld has been fuming and snapping about it for decades.

On the more serious side of things, before Vincent was sent on his assignment to Nibelheim, their usual argument had to do with Veld constantly "testing" Vincent to prove that he wasn't just playing around in the dirt with society's least wanted, something that Veld never really stopped doing even when Vincent proved himself sincere. Early on, Vincent was also extremely insecure—not in the "you were 17 minutes late coming home from work and that means you're cheating on me" way, but rather the "I know that I am never going to be good enough for this man because I've never been good enough for anyone and I need to understand that when he eventually breaks up with me it's my own fault" sort of way.

The big argument that led to their breakup was Veld finally exploding on how Vincent's background and upbringing made him unsuited to the department (regardless of his performance implying the contrary), thereby implying that he was unsuited to a relationship with Veld, and leading to Vincent going to Nibelheim immediately after getting dumped by his partner of 5-6 years.

After everything, their biggest arguments are over whether it counts as "a waste" for Vincent to eat even though he doesn't need to, getting Veld to stop some unhealthy habits and take his damn heart medication, whether Vincent actually needs to own more than three pairs of pants, whether sugar belongs in tea, whose turn it is to take out the trash, and whether either of them actually deserve the few years they have left together when they've both done so much wrong.

(For the ship asks game.)

#ask game #vincent valentine #veld of the turks #vinveld #vincent x veld #final fantasy 7 #FF7 #before crisis #bcff7 #headcanon warning

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cicimunson · 2 years

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Roll a Natural 20

Summary: You’re hanging out with Eddie and getting high when you two decide to play a little DnD take on Dare or Dare.

Characters/Pairings: Eddie Munson x Female Plus Size Reader, Steve Harrington

Warnings: It’s mostly fluff, a little bit of PG13 smut, drug use

Word Count: 1.5k

You haven’t been this high in awhile. You normally only smoked on special occasions, but lately you’d been hanging out with Eddie more and anytime he offered you a joint you accepted. Being high made you feel more confident around him.

You sprawl out on Eddie’s bed, laughing softly to yourself.

He chuckles and flops down beside you. “You’re a mess, you know that?”

“Mhmm. A big ole dumpy mess.” You giggle.

He snorts. “What?”

“You heard me.” You laugh again.

“You’re an idiot. Nothing dumpy about you.” He mumbles.

“I’m so bored.” You sit up and sigh. “I think my high is already wearing off.”

“No refunds or exchanges.” He reminds you with a grin.

“You suck, Munson. The least you could do is keep me entertained.”

“Fine. What do you wanna do?”

You glance around his room for inspiration. “Wanna play a game?”

He snorts again. “Sure, let me get out my Parcheesi box.”

“I mean something else, smart ass.”

“What, like truth or dare?” He lifts his head to look at you.

You spy some dice on his nightstand and pick one up.

“How about this? If I roll a natural twenty, you have to give me another joint. For free.”

He sits all the way up.

“You’re so on. Roll the dice.”

You toss it on the bed. “Shit. A seven.”

He grins gleefully. “My turn. If I roll a natural twenty, you have to do my homework for an entire week.”

You roll your eyes.

Eddie throws the dice. “Damn. Thirteen.”

“Okay, if I roll a natural twenty you have to actually study for the history test.”

“Ugh.”

You roll the dice. “Fuck. Four.”

“You suck.” He teases, scooting closer to you. His thigh rests against yours and you take notice of the rough fabric of his jeans grazing against your bare skin. You were thankful you wore shorts today.

He takes the dice. “If I roll a natural twenty, you have to make fun of Steve’s hair.”

You giggle. “So you’re trying to get me killed?”

He laughs and rolls. “Fuck yeah! Twenty!”

“You’re kidding me. Steve is gonna kick my ass.”

Eddie slings an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from big bad Harrington.”

You roll your eyes. “Give me that damn dice.”

He places it in your hand.

“If I roll a natural twenty, you have to perform a Madonna song at Corroded Coffin’s next gig.”

He groans. “Oh hell no, the game’s over. Gimme that dice!"

You hold it out away from him.

"Uh-uh, you can’t just end the game like that.” You tease.

He tries to grab your hand but you move it back. He leans in further and you lean backwards, laying on your back.

Eddie stretches out on top of you, still reaching for the dice.

Oh God.

He smirks as he easily takes the dice from your hand. His smile fades when he realizes that you’re underneath him and he’s nestled between your thighs.

“Eddie-”

“If I roll a natural twenty you have to kiss me right now.” He blurts.

What?

“It’s not your turn, dummy.” You protest.

“Don’t care.” He tosses the dice in the air. “Oh look, twenty.”

“You didn’t even look at it-”

He cuts you off with a searing kiss.

You gasp. He’s kissing me. Eddie is kissing me.

He cups your chin with his fingers and tugs gently, opening your mouth. When his tongue sweeps inside, you kiss him back. He groans and shifts between your thighs.

“Can’t believe I’m just now getting around to this.” He chuckles as he breaks the kiss.

“You’ve wanted to kiss me before now?”

“Oh, yeah.” He starts trailing lazy kisses down your neck.

Oh, that feels good.

“I, um, I didn’t think I was your type.”

You feel him frown against your skin. “Hmm?” He mumbles, still planting kisses.

“Well, the last girl you dated was kinda skinny.”

He stops and looks up at you. “What?”

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that! She was really pretty.” You hurriedly say. “But I just took that to mean you like smaller women. Smaller than me, I mean. I thought that was your preferred size or whatever.”

He rolls his eyes. “I couldn’t give a single fuck what size you are, Y/N. You’re gorgeous.” He runs a hand down your side and squeezes your hip.

You blush. “That’s sweet.”

“Mhmm. Now, can I please get back to kissing you?” He sighs impatiently.

“Oh, for sure.”

He trails more kisses on your neck, pushing the neckline of your t-shirt down as he goes.

Mmm, I could let him do this all day.

“You wanna take it off?” He asks, sucking a small red spot near your collarbone.

“Hmm?”

“Your shirt. You should take it off.”

No way. If he sees my stomach it’s all over.

“Actually, don’t worry about it.” He mumbles, and scoots lower on the bed. He pushes your shirt up and kisses your belly.

You fight the urge to push him away, to cover your stomach back up. You flinch as he kisses your bare skin again and he notices.

“You okay?”

“Um, yeah. I’m good.”

He studies your face. “We can stop.”

He rolls off you and lays beside you in the bed.

“Sorry.” You whisper.

“Don’t apologize. You weren’t comfortable. It’s cool.”

“It’s not you. Or anything you did. It felt really good. I’m just kind of shy about my body.”

He frowns. “I don’t see why.”

“It’s just me being insecure. Super sexy, right?” You attempt to joke.

“You’re sexy as hell. Insecure or not.”

You blush and he rolls over to look at you.

“I mean it, Y/N. I’m always staring at your tits or your thighs. Those shorts you wear, they make me feel things."

"Eddie.” Your face is getting redder by the second.

“I’m just saying. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed. I’ve got it bad, girl.”

So do I.

“Well, you haven’t noticed me staring at you either.”

He grins. “Oh trust me, I’ve noticed. That’s why I kissed you.”

“Oh. I thought I was hiding it pretty well.”

He laughs. “Y/N, you moaned in my ear the other day when I hugged you.”

“Oh my God, I did not!”

“Well, it was more like a little breathy sigh. Still, I heard it. Made my dick twitch.”

You hide your face in your hands. He pulls them away, chuckling. “Don’t hide that pretty face from me.”

“I can’t believe I fucking moaned. From a hug. I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. It was hot. Made me wonder what other kinds of sounds my Y/N makes.” He winks at you.

“Your Y/N?”

“You heard me.” He kisses you.

You kiss him back happily.

Eddie shifts closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him.

“Hey, Eddie, man, you decent? I was wondering if-” Steve comes through the bedroom door and gasps when he sees the two of you sprawled out on the bed together. “Oh shit, my bad!”

You bury your face in Eddie’s chest. Oh Jesus.

“We’ll be out in a minute, Harrington.” Eddie’s chest rumbles as he laughs.

“I’m officially never leaving this room.” You tell him.

He pecks your lips. “Hey, no complaints here. Although everyone else might object. Come on, let’s go see what he wants.”

A few minutes later you both head to the living room.

“What’s up, Steve?”

“Hormones, obviously.” He teases.

“Shut up.” You sit down on the couch beside him.

“No, for real, I’m seeing this girl tonight and she mentioned she likes a band called Judas Priest? I figured you’d heard of them.”

“I got you, dude.” Eddie disappears to his room and comes back with a cassette. “Here. Play her Turbo Lover.”

Steve smiles gratefully. “Thanks, man.”

Steve and Eddie chat a bit more about music. You notice Eddie occasionally glancing at you, then tilting his head toward Steve.

Oh yeah.

“You better wash your hair before you take her out. It’s been so greasy looking lately.” You pipe up.

Steve whirls in his seat to face you. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, I’m surprised you aren’t working at McDonald’s. They could use the oil from your hair to cook the fries.” You continue. Eddie chuckles.

“I’m gonna kick your ass!” Steve yells and you yelp as you jump up from the couch and duck behind Eddie.

“He’s not gonna protect you!”

“Eddie, help!” You giggle and jump out of Steve’s grasp.

“You better get your girl, Munson.” Steve threatens, but laughs.

Eddie snakes his arms around you and holds you still. “Get her.”

“Traitor! Deceiver!” You accuse, giggling and trying to get free.

Steven uses his knuckles and rubs your head. “Noogie!”

“Oh, I hate you guys!”

Eddie releases you and you shove him playfully.

Steve chuckles. “Honestly though, I could go for McDonald’s right about now.”

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