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harrysmimi · 11 months

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CEOrry Pt. 4

Synopsis: it's end of new beginnings with new found feelings

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YN had a blast.

Kayla found her perfect dress on day one, she didn't wanted to try anything else!

She was going to get a promotion soon at her first job. That means she doesn't have to beat herself up with two jobs, plus she got a few side projects like writing new textbooks, which was going to make her life easier.

Kayla's getting married at Strouhead gardens, at the Apollo Temple to be specific-- where a scene of Pride and Prejudice was filmed. Kayla's huge fan of that movie. It was perfect for her and Josh, the venue and the dress amd everything. And they were going to go bridesmaid dress shopping the next day. Kayla and Josh were having a small wedding, with just a bridesmaid and a maid of honour by Kayla's side, and a groom's man and a maid of honour, Josh's sister by the groom's side. And a few of their closest family and friends.

It was going to be an intimate ceremony but people were allowed to bring a plus one. Now, Harry had crossed YN's mind a few times but she can't ask him to join her, can she? It would be awkward.

Especially to look at the pictures later on, when she can't see the baby ever again. She inevitably will not be seeing him as well. If he stays out of pictures, she'll still remember her being there and the baby being there.

But she headed to his place after, taking a cab as he kindly asked her to instead of taking a crowded public transport. Walked upto his door and rung the bell, not so scared or nervous this time around. There was a brand spanking new Bugatti Chiron stood in front just out of his garage. She knew, from the green protective coverings on the side mirrors.

She could sell herself a ten times but still won't be able to buy that car. It took her breath away.

She didn't realise he had already opened the door, "what are you staring at, darling?"

"Oh my god, you scared me!" She was spooked.

"I'm sorry, do you want to come in?" He stepped aside so she can get in.

Nothing was new since the last time she came by. She set her bag on the sofa carefully, as someone in the kitchen caught her eye.

It was Harry's chef and house keeper. She was certainly making something familiar to her by the smell of it. But it almost made her sick. Like the late lunch she had with the girls almost wanted to make it's way out from the way it went in.

"Harry?" She asked stopping him on his way to the kitchen.

"Hm?"

"Where's bathroom?" She asked.

"It's down that hallway," he pointed behind her, "you alrigh--" before he could finish she was speed walking towards the bathroom covering her mouth. He found her throwing up there. "Hey, hey it's alright." He assured her rubbing her back.

She said she never got sick. Or maybe this is her first time getting sick.

He didn't had to hold her hair up as she was wearing a braid. But she looked miserable, she started crying as she puked in the toilet bowl. Sobbing, to be exact. She already looked tired and worn out when she stepped in to his house.

"Hey YN, it's alright." He tried his best to assure her there.

YN felt like she was puking her internal organs out, she didn't eat that much!

"I'm gonna die!" YN coughed whilst still feeling like throwing up, But she couldn't anymore. Gagging and she cried and sobbed.

"You're not, you're not." He held onto her, careful to make sure she doesn't hurt herself. "Just stop if you can't anymore, darling." He pulled her away and reached to grab a bunch of tissues to wipe her mouth. She took him by surprise as she clung into him tight, and almost passed out. "You're okay, you're okay!"

Harry sat there patiently with her, still holding her close to his chest and whispered assuring words to her. Until she calmed down and wasn't feeling dizzy anymore, but she still appeared shaken up.

"Was this your first time getting sick?" He asked just to earn a nod from her for an answer, "well, morning sickness doesn't only happen during morning, does it now?" He tried to make light of it but earned no reaction from her, "do you feel like getting up now?"

"No." She mumbled, "the smell of food is making me sick, I'm sorry."

"It's all fine, love," he assured her again, "I'll go ask Lizzie to make something else, okay?"

"I'm not hungry." She shrugged finally pulling away from him.

"Okay, we'll get something later then." He helped her up, "there is everything in the drawer you'd need, I'll go ask Lizzie to put everything away, yeah? You'll be fine here?"

"Mhmm." She nodded and watched him go out.

She panicked and flushed the toilet and put the lid down. It was disgusting!

She found herself a new toothbrush and a clean towel to herself get cleaned and fixed. But Harry came back to her rather quickly for her liking, she in midst of brushing her teeth there. He placed a bottle of water next to the sink for her and left, closing the door behind him to give her some privacy.

YN hated the feeling of throwing up, she always took care of what went down her mouth for the exact reason. It's nothing out of norm for a pregnant person to throw up, and she's certainly aware that morning sickness doesn't always happen during morning.

Trying her best to gather herself before she headed out of that bathroom. It was going to give her nightmares now.

When YN went out she found Lizzie packing up portioned food into some containers as a pot of what looked to be a some sort of soup and grilled cheese sandwiches on the dishes.

"Hi, I'm YN, sorry about that." YN introduce herself to the lady. She was about her mum's age.

"It's alright. I am Lizzie by the way." She smiled, "it's nice to finally meet you, love."

"Nice to meet you too." YN smiled, "what are making now, if you don't mind me asking."

"I quickly fixed up some potato, tomato and cauliflower soup, with toasties." She spoke, certainly with a very thick Scottish accent. It took YN a minute to figure out what she was saying.

It's sometimes harder for her to understand even Harry, given the fact he talks really calmly and slow.

"What will you do with this food, I feel so bad. I really can't help it!" YM felt really guilty thinking the food would go to waste, including all the efforts Lizzie had put into preparing it. Probably on Harry's request.

"This will to the homeless, darling, don't worry about it." The blue eyed woman said, "I'm headed out now. You have a great night!"

"You too, Lizzie. Thank you and sorry." YN shook her hand and gave her a hug.

"I said, don't worry about it. I get paid to do this job." Lizzie chuckled, she packed up a little reusable back before she was out the door.

YN found Harry by the door to his backyard, talking over a phone call to someone. The soup smelled amazing and did not make her sick, but she still felt like not eating anything in fear of throwing up again.

"Hey darling, you feeling alright now?" Harry asked as he made his way to the kitchen, stuffing his phone in his pocket.

"A little better." She nodded.

"You want to eat up some fruit before dinner then?" He suggested, "I don't know if you want to eat just now."

"I don't want to eat anything now, I'm going to puke again." She shrugged.

"Doesn't mean you should skip a meal because of that," he shook his head, "now and sit at the breakfast bar for me." He'd rolled up sleeves of his baby pink button down shirt to his elbows as he fetched for some fruits kept next to the fridge and some inside.

He placed a bowl of fresh bananas and grapes in front of her as he washed up some strawberries and raspberries.

"Harry--" she stopped once he gave a deadpanned look, and ate some grapes.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"It was amazing." She she yawned covering her mouth. "Got a good news that I'll be getting a promotion soon at my first job, Kayla found her wedding dress on her second appointment for the day. It was amazing, until now."

"Focus on good things, love." He suggested as he cut off the heads of the strawberries and placed on a place with a paper towel.

She's tired okay!

"Hmm."

"When's her wedding?" He asked.

"In about two months." YN shared.

"I'll ask Jeremy to drive you that day, yeah?" He suggested. Quickly he fixed them both a bowl of soup each and set it on the breakfast bar. He walked around the kitchen counter to go sit next to her.

"Where is your god daughter?" She asked, trying her best to get that one grape down her throat.

"Just called her parents and told them can't take her in tonight." He shared, "you want anything else with this?"

"No," YN shook her head, "why did you do that? I'll go back home, don't feel that good anymore."

"I'll get the guest room ready for ya, so don't worry about it, now eat up!"

Harry ended up somehow convincing her to eat up and they just talked about what she did all day, because his day was nothing much other than attending a meeting. She seemed excited for her best friend's wedding.

"Do you want to lounge on the sofa while I go set up the room for ya?" He asked.

"I think I should head home, but that you for offering." She carefully got down from the chair.

"YN, please." He insisted, "just stay the night and drive you home first thing in morning, yeah? I know your friends are not home mostly, don't want you to be alone. I hope you know what I mean. Saw yoh almost pass out and I'm worried for you, that's all."

YN took in a deep breath, mostly to think of what he said through clear mind and not lash out on him to later regret it, then not apologise and feel guilty for it. She'd rather take time to understand that he's hust trying to help her.

"Okay." She nodded.

"Put on anything you want to watch on TV, and just have a relaxing time, okay?" He suggested, "I'll go get the guest room fixed."

"Hmm," she sounded, "thank you."

She made her way to the living room area. His sofa was expensive but it was very comfortable.

Hella comfy!

The remote was on the coffee table, with her legs tucked under her bum she sat there watching her favourite TV show on a low volume. She text her friends letting them know where she is.

When Harry got the guest room all set up for with fresh and washed sheets, amd everything she might need for the night all set up, YN went to bed. Or did she?

She had her laptop in front of her as she graded paper of her last semester teaching at a highschool. She just wanted a way to clear out her head. She just had so much going on in her head in that moment.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" She heard a deep voice spooking her.

"Oh my god, Harry!" She sighed, slightly lowering the lid of her laptop, "I am not sleepy yet."

"Can I come in?" He asked. Her door was ajar and he had his head peeking through crack, she just nodded for his permission to go in. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She shook her head, "this is just last semester of me teaching at the highschool and I've got a bit of work to do."

"Mhmm." He sounded, not buying any of it, "do you want to talk about it?" He stood by the foot of the bed, his arms crossed around his chest.

"There is nothing bothering me, Harry, it's fine. I'm, I'm fine." She assured him.

"You sure?"

"Positive!" She smiled.

"Hmm." He gave it up for now, not wanting to overwhelm her. "But you can continue working tomorrow, now go to bed. Please?"

"Okay." She agreed.

"Just wake me up if you need anything, yeah?"

"Yeah, I will." She nodded. He almost left room before she called for him, "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind taking me to Josh and Kayla's wedding?" She asked, but soon found the need to make up as excuse. "Instead of having Jeremy drive me there? I, I, I mean he needs days off, too right? And it will be summer."

Harry took a moment gathering himself up from not breaking into a smile. "Sure, he needs a break. I won't mind driving you."

"Okay." She smiled the smallest and the sweetest smile he's seen, "good night, Harry."

"Good night, YN." He left closing the door behind him.

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Next morning YN woke up early as if on autopilot, before her alarm went off.

She had the best sleep ever!

On the comfiest mattress and cuddliest blanket and the softest pillow she has ever slept on. In her entire life probably.

That's when she realised she wasn't in her own room, and she really asked Harry be her chauffeur to her best friend's wedding next month and it wasn't just a dream. She shouldn't have done that!

No!

What the fuck!

She got out of bed reluctantly and walked out, the quietest rattling of pot and pans could be heard. But it was Lizzie in the kitchen and not Harry.

YN found him fast asleep on the sofa with one of his leg thrown over the back rest, his arm rested on his forehead to block the sun bothering him, and the same kinda blanket which she had thrown over his torso and thighs. His hair looked crazy curly not styled the way he usually styles them. He had a worn down gray tshirt on and what looked to be black sweater pants. YN could finally see what kinda flower was inked above his elbow. It was a rose!

A name 'Jackson' written just above the rose. He's got many god children, maybe it's one of their names, and a ship on his bicep, a anatomical human heart with three nails above it.

But she wondered why he slept on the sofa all night?

"Good mornin' love!" Lizzie chirped in a quiet voice, YN walked in the kitchen.

"Good morning." She smiled.

"Did you two had a fight last night?" She teased.

"It's not that, I fell sick I stayed the night in guest room. I don't know why he slept on the sofa." YN shrugged. "Oh, I'm about to--" and she back into the guest room and straight to the bathroom feeling the need to throw up.

She felt a familiar warm hand on her back rubbing up and down in soothing strokes. How did he get there so fast?

"Hey it's alright!" He assured her watching her panic all over again. "You're okay."

It was false alarm. She didn't throw up or she can say there was pretty much nothing in her stomach to come out. But she kept gagging as if she really want to throw up.

"Hey, do you want me to take you to the doctor?" He asked to which she agreed immediately. "You want to go now."

"No, no, I'll--" she grasped onto his hand in a bome crushing grip, "I'll wait till tomorrow."

"YN, come on, I'll call in for an appointment after breakfast, yeah?" He wasn't asking, more like telling her the plan for the day. "Said don't try if you can't puke."

"I'm going pass out. Please..." She tried her best to keep herself together.

"Do you mind if I hug?" She nodded. "C'mere!" He sighed and pulled her in for a hug. "It's okay, I'm here. We're going to see a doctor soon, yeah?"

"Yeah!" She nodded clinging onto him. Scared that she'll fall down even though she's sitting on the floor.

"Here, have some water," he gave her a glass of water, still holding onto her so she wouldn't loose her balance.

"This is so bad, I can't, I can't!" She cried, this time she actually threw up. Leaned over the toilet bowl she coughed like there was no tomorrow. It was mostly her panicking over the situation.

"Hey, hey, hey YN." He grabbed onto her arms firmly, "I want you to look around and tell me whatever you see, can you try to do that for me, yeah love?"

That sounded stupid to her!

She's feeling like she's going to pass out and her heart is pounding into her chest as if it's about burst out and keep pumping on the bathroom floor all bloody. It was driving her crazy but he was pretty adamant on making her tell him what she's seeing around. All she could think of was the baby, as she kept a hand on her lower tummy.

"I, I see the shower curtain." She stuttered, seeing everything blur around her.

"Yeah? And what colour is it?" He asked.

"Can't you see--" she stopped a second as the fear of her throwing up came back, "it's, it's gray!"

"Yeah, what else do you see?"

The closest thing she saw was him, "you, you. I, I see you."

"Keep going." He encouraged her, "keep focusing on breathing." Soon she calmed down there. That was the longest hour of her life. She was all sweaty and gross. "It's alright now."

"Yeah, yeah." She nodded, huffing and all tired. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"No, don't apologise." He rushed, resting his hand on hers which was on her little baby bump. "You want to go lay on bed for while?"

"I, I need to wash my face. I'm feeling a little better now." She explained.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Mhmm."

"I'll be here." He helped her up on her feet and he just stood there. By the door. Being her personal watch guard as she brushed her teeth and washed up her face. He helped her to the bed.

"I meed to go back home before we go to the hospital." She realised, "I need to change."

"Will find you a change of clothes and wash these off, we're going to the hospital after breakfast." He said firmly. "Don't move, I'll be back."

And she just did that.

Mainly because she was so shocked. She threw up twice since last night. She's never thrown up since she was a toddler and a little bit older than that maybe. She's got no memories of that.

Harry on the other hand, tried to find a smallest one of his hoodie so it doesn't fall off her. But he failed. He can only hope it's ot to big for her, he also picked out a pair of his black sweats which were a bit too short for him so he never wore them. The tag was still on it.

He made sure to cut the tags off before he was headed to the guest room.

"Hope this is not too big on you." He set the clothes by the foot of the bed. "If you want to get changed. Breakfast's not ready yet."

"I'm not hungry. But can I use your shower please?" She asked.

"Of course, love."

Of course she's not hungry. After puking what she ate last night. She slept through the afternoon after calling a day off at work. But later that evening she had gone to see Doctor Wilson, she was finally back, she prescribed her a few medications to help with her nausea and she was good to go.

Later that day she went out with her friends, it was Harry's suggestion that she goes out to get some air and not sit at home. Her friends were very supportive as well, which Harry was grateful for.

She went back to hers after, but he called her twice to check up on her. And the third time before he was off to bed himself.

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Harry was miserable the next day. He haven't seen YN in two whole days.

Don't get it wrong, she's in the same situation. She couldn't focus on dress shopping her best friend's wedding and she's the maid of honour!

But after the very next day to her emergency (sort of) visit to the hospital, she decided to call up her dad and tell him everything. Spoiler alert, at first he was a bit disappointed but he understood as she explained the situation.

At the end of the day, her dad's an educated man and he wouldn't tell his daughter what she can and cannot do. He was glad that his wife didn't het the chance to break the news to him, and that YN told him first herself.

And she wanted to talk to him because it was her birthday the next day.

He told her he got a job at the same university again, he can work from home and that he'll help her pay off every penny back to Harry; which YN was already planning to do. Little by little.

"Are you feeling any better?" Her dad asked.

"Yeah, a little. Went to doctors and got some meds." YN shared, "are you taking your medicines on time?"

"I am, I am!" He nodded, "I'm your father you don't need to remind me, I meed to remind you." He's of course joking.

"Ha-ha! Very funny!" She joked back.

"So, who is this guy?" He asked, "you told me he's single and all."

"Not happening Papa. He does not seem interested in me that way, he already friend zoned me." And she regretted the moment those words came out of her mouth.

"What do you want to be his friend?" Her dad chuckled. "True love starts with friendship."

"Oh my god! Can you please be like a regular father!" She whined as he laughed.

Yeah, her dad's cool. He still likes to pull her leg reminding him of her silly crush on this boy in Kindergarten. Which she remembers somehow. She was also best friends with that boy, bht she lost contact once she switched schools in fifth grade.

"Why not, remember the boy from your class?"

"Here we go again!" She groaned.

"You can at least tell me his name you know." Her dad was being very stubborn.

"Harry Styles." YN sighed.

"You said he's like super rich?" She saw him pick up his phone from beside him and she knew exactly what he was doing, "he's decent looking. Along with how he treats you I'd say he seems like a good person."

"I've been mean to him." She reminded herself more than to her dad, "for no reason at all."

"Oh look, it's midnight!" Her dad celebrated and she saw her little brother bring out her favourite cake carefully taking each step. They sang her a little birthday song and cut the cake for her. It was something she craved, to spend her birthday with her family. Which haven't gotten to from past couple of years.

And she talked to her dad for a little while longer before she tucked herself in bed, it was nearing midnight for her as well. Her phone chimed in that exact moment there. It was a message from Harry checking in on her. He sent her same message twice a day:

Harry Styles

- You feeling good?

And she'd reply depending upon how she felt. She did felt good in the moment.

- I'm feeling better now. Thank you for asking.

- Just talked to my dad about this so I feel extra at ease.

He instantly saw her message and started typing.

Harry Styles

- I hope he's doing well too.

She feels too guilty now. Even though half of the time her lashing out of him wasn't intentional. Still.

- Yeah, better now too.

Just as she saw him typing up his response, she heard a knock on her door before her friends busted in her room screaming.

"Happy birthday the mother of our group!" They all yelled at the same time. Julia was holding the cake Josh and Kayla's had a few things in their hands as well.

"Oh my god!" She gasped in surprise, "thank you so much guys!"

"Come on, come on, it's midnight now." Julia sat next to her, Josh handed the a wooden knife there. They celebrated and clicked many pictures of her and with her.

They made her open the presents they bought her. Julia got her two Squishmallows she was obsessing over when they went shopping for their graduation dresses, Kayla and Josh got her blanket hoodie with cartoon cats printed on it with a whole ass kit of makeup from Rare Beautiful.

"Oh my god, you guys really didn't had to get me anything!" YN gasped seeing every.

"Come on you get us gifts all the time, it's your birthday!" Kayla gave her a bone crushing hug. "This is just a fraction of what you do for us."

"Yes, remember you stayed up for three nights because I was sick, and once you drove to hospital because I broke my arm even though you don't have a lisence to drive here?" Julia ranted, "yeah that!"

"Yup, and you helped me complete three of my assignments in two days--" Josh was interrupted by YN chuckling awkward.

"Okay, okay..." YN sounded.

Acts of service is her love language, and recieving gifts instead of giving gifts have always been awkward for her.

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Next morning, all three of YN's friends were taking her out for breakfast just before she had to go to work.

YN got dressed in the dress she bought for her convocation as that was the only thing which how fits her comfortably. It's not tight around her belly and it's stretchy over her chest. And she won't overheat in it as well. Julia curled her hair, which she didn't wanted but still went for it because her hair was starting to look nicer lately.

She was just trying to put her shoes on which was getting harder everyday, she just hoped there is still one baby there, the door bell went off. YN opened the door as she was sitting right next to it on the little ottoman putting her shoes on. It was Harry, he looked quite worried there.

"Hey!" She was surprised.

"Hi, sorry came unannounced, just wanted to check up on you as your phone is switched off." He explained his unexpected visit.

"Oh!" YN realised and turned moved aside so he can get in and she can reach for her phone.

Last night after the impromptu party her phone just turned off completely, this morning she did put it on charge but forgot to turn it on. She did now!

"Sorry to worry you, it turned off last night and I forgot to turn it back on." She looked at him sheepishly.

"It's alright, just wanted to make sure you're okay."

YN swore she saw the smallest and sweetest smile on his face. He doesn't smile that often, even when he's joking. Which he should, to show off his dimples at least!

"It's on now." She showed him her phone. "Thank you."

"Of course." He nodded, "you want me to drive you to work?"

"It's fine, I'm going--" she was interrupted by an over excited Julia.

"Is the birthday girl ready yet?" The blonde almost yelled from down the hallway, just to notice YN was by the door. With a visitor.

"It's your birthday today?" Harry asked, now he's surprised.

"Yeah." She nodded sheepishly.

"Oh, happy birthday!" He smiled. Actually smiled. The dimples and his bunny teeth showing and all kinda smile.

"Thank you." YN felt her cheeks grow warmer.

WTF!

"We're taking her out for breakfast, do you mind if we steal her?" Julia asked Harry.

"Of course. Why would I mind." He rushed. Though he really wants to do something for YN today. He'll have to see what he can do later. He bid YN for now left, but not before wishing her one last time.

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YN was on her lunch break, she had ordered in her favourite takeout for lunch. Though she wasn't hungry, she had to eat to take her daily supplements. And she needs to hearty meals anyway because there is another human growing inside of her in that moment. But smelling the food made her hungry. She was confused with her own self at this point.

She got a call from Harry, which she answered.

"Hi, what's up?" She propped her phone in between her head and her shoulder as she held the take out box in her hands.

"Hi," he chirped, sounding nervous, "when do you get off work?"

"I have extra office hours today," she tried to speak with food in her mouth, "I'm sorry I'm eating. I just have some work to do and help a few students."

"You want me come pick you up after?" He asked.

She'd have to work till at least half past six, check and grade final assignments. She's got three more classes to teach, that means she's got be on her feet. Walking to the tube station seems like a nightmare to her. After calculating her cons, she came to a conclusion.

"Please, if you don't mind!"

"I offered darling of course I don't mind," YN could hear him smiling through the phone call, "just text me a half an hour before, I'll be there, yeah?"

"Okay, I will. Thank you."

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YN somehow got herself to outside of the school building. Her legs felt heavy to walk in. She can only imagine how she'd be able to walk when she's nearing full term. It took her ten minutes to walk out and she was already half hour late because she spaced out whilst grading assignments, she was informed by the janitor that she's been here for too late.

But Harry was already waiting for her there by his car outside. Dressed in a different suit from this morning, it was a black suit changed from his sea green one, a white shirt underneath with half of it's buttons undone. The same cross necklace in gold he always wore.

"Hi, thank you for the ride!" YN approached him. "And sorry I'm late."

"Don't worry about it, darling." He even opened the door for her there. He'd brought his Range Rover today. He took her bag and put it in the backseat for her and closed the door after she got in.

The most he does is open the door for her most of the times.

She put on her seatbelt and said nothing until he started driving. He was going in the direction to her place until he took a left turn instead of taking a rught this time.

"You took a wrong turn." She pointed out giggling to herself because, well, he's acting a bit nervous and unusual to say. Not like he'd kidnap her or harm her. She thought it was an anxious mistake he made. He stayed silent for a few minutes, luckily for herself YN has learnt to really control her emotions around him. Doesn't she can pash out in hik or cry in front of him just because he willingly (he says so) listens to her.

That's a very fucked up way to behave.

They both sat there in silence, in heavy traffic for next god knows how long. The vibe was weirdly calm. At least that's what YN felt.

Harry just rubbed the tip of his nose with his knuckle nervously before saying, "Thought, could take you out to dinner. It's your birthday, innit?"

"It is my birthday, but you really don't have to Harry, it's fine." She said politely, "thank you though."

"Well, we're already here, might as well go in." He search for a spot to park in, which took another five minutes. By the time they were inside it was almost eight.

"Harry you really don't have to." YN felt bad, because he's already spending enough money on her with all the hospital bills and check ups, he's got his personal driver drive her wherever she wants to. That's just more that enough.

"Come on," he opened the door for her but he saw that she was wearing the seatbelt wrong over her baby bump. But kept in mind to show her later as she already took it off before he could say anything at all.

So he helped her out of his car, grabbed her bag in case she needs anything from it or she doesn't have to bother about anything else. He found them a table in the booth by the side.

The restaurant was very pretty, everything was aesthetic with vintage themes and pops of colours here and there. It was a weekday so it wasn't crowded, she bet there was another floor and the floor they're on is very huge. The menu served three different types of Asian foods, it was Indian, Indonesian and Korean, according to Harry.

"It's really nice here." YN commented still admiring the decor and taking mental pictures of the quirky chandeliers.

"Yeah?" YN found Harry smiling at her there. The waitress came over and gave them the menu and took their drink orders. YN went with water and so did Harry because he's driving.

YN looked through the menu and everything was very expensive. She can feed a group of six people, it was that expensive. She noticed Harry had already chose what he was going to get as he closed the folder and kept it aside.

"Fancy anything on the menu?" He asked, watching her flip back to the first page for the second time. YN looked at him nervously and leaned in as if she wants to share a secret, so did he.

"Everything is so expensive!" She whispered exclaimed.

"Doesn't matter!" He whispered back but ended up giggling.

"I can't--" she was interrupted.

"You don't have to." He said knowing exactly what she's going to say, "it's your birthday were celebrating. Take your time."

When the waitress came over so she ordered a Butter Chicken with some Roti whilst Harry ordered a biryani.

"Thank you for this." She smiled.

"You got to stop thanking me now." He warned her.

The rest of the dinner was quiet, just them talking about her day and the next doctors appointment. Harry was asking her if he should remember something to tell or ask Doctor Wilson. He also said he wants to know the sex of the baby just because. Which she was fine with. It is his child at the end if the day.

By the end, before Harry asked for the bill, the same waitress came in with a dark chocolate pastry cake on a white china dish. She placed it in the middle of the table, and left but not before mumbling a little wish to her. YN was shocked.

It said, Happy Birthday YN with chocolate sauce on the dish, and one little candle on he top next to a strawberry cut up up like a rose next to it.

"Make a wish!" Harry seemed more excited than her.

Well, she's still processing. And maybe he wants to eat the cake too. Who knows...

But she did, she closed her eyes and made three wishes like her mother made her do every year on her birthday. She said, the other two wishes are just bonus, at least one of them would come true.

And most of the times. Almost all her wishes came true, or at least one would. She blew out the flame when she was done.

"Happy birthday!" Harry cheered.

"Thank you!"

"What did you ask for?" He asked. He's just curious okay!

"They won't come true if I tell you." She said.

"Just a little curious." He shrugged. YN picked up the fork to take a bite for herself. She's been craving a lot of chocolate lately. They both ended up sharing the pastry cake before Harry paid the bill and he walked her out.

He opened the car door for her again, and waited till she got in. "You wore the seat belt wrong earlier." Be started, "it's just for your safety, darling got me wrong okay? I'm gonna show you how you can wear it properly so you don't hurt yourself." He reached for the buckle of the seatbelt, leaned in buckle it in place first. "You tuck the horizontal part under your belly, instead of wearing it over it."

With that he proceeded to show her exactly how it should be tucked under her belly even though she knows ut wouldn't stay. Her belly is still a little small. She's just entering her second trimester. His hand brushed her thigh which made butterflies in her tummy go wild. And she could smell his shampoo. A single curl fell onto his face.

He pulled himself away too quick for her liking there.

"You good there darling, everything comfortable?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah." She nodded stuttering and released the breathe she didn't know she was holding onto.

"Okay," he gave her a quick smile before he shut the door and jogged towards the driver's seat around the front of the car. "You want to get some ice cream?"

"Of course, I never say no to ice cream." She agreed and he drove to a ice cream place.

This time Harry got one for himself too. He'd abandoned his suit blazer in the back of his car, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The white shirt he wore was too sheer, the outlines of his tattoos clearly showing through. He sat on the chair next to hers, instead of sitting in front of her.

"So you're going with someone to your friend's wedding?" He asked, awkwardly shoving a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.

"If Noodle counts as a date, then yes." She nodded.

"Would you, would you mind going with me? I really don't know anyone else, don't want to feel left out." He stuttered as his nervous tic kicked in, he rubbed a knuckle under his nose.

"You're going?" YN was surprised because, she had planed on asking him sort of last minute when he'd have more chances of turning her down due to his busy schedule. This was an unexpected turn of events.

"My assistant gave me the invitation this morning." He shared.

"And I thought my friends hated you." She scoffed in disbelief, still stuffing her face with ice cream.

"Especially the blondie." He nodded with pursed lips.

"Hey, only three of us get to call her that!" She warned him, "but yeah, I think they did hated you. Especially for how you dragged me that night I got drunk for the first time."

"Because you were advised not to drink." He reminded her. Politely. "By a Doctor, might I add?"

"I know, I'm sorry about that." She smiled sheepishly, "they just dragged me there because they didn't know about all this. And I gave in because I was feeling too guilty. I never had a drop of alcohol before that night."

"YN, I hope you know that none of it was your fault, don't you?" He leaned in closer, sincerity laced through his tone.

"I know now." She nodded. But she's gonna carry the grief with her because she did wanted those babies, she felt the connection with them. But is it really right to share it with him? Maybe not. "Anyways, I don't mind going with you. Though I'm Maid of honour, you'll have to sit alone for the ceremony."

"I can survive that." He shrugged, "is there any theme, or prohibited colours?"

"The theme is blue and white." YN explained, "blue for the guests, if they can wear that colour and white for the bride and groom."

"Got it."

"I told my dad." She confessed, "last night about all this."

"Hmm, what did he say?" He asked. YN felt at ease because she really didn't need to share it with him, what's he going to do with that information anyway? But he looked interested.

"He was a little, just a little bit mad at first but he understood." She shared, "I was a bit scares to tell him as well. And you probably don't want to hear this I'm sorry."

"No, I want to hear. Never apologise for speaking about what's bothering you." He assured her. "I'm happy he came around, hope that put you at ease."

"It did actually," she agreed. Busy with her ice cream. She's already feeling heartburn, especially when she's stressed or doing something physical, like doing the laundry and other chores where she's got to bend over carefully.

Ice and ice cream is the only thing helping her. She's just too tired of taking the vitamins and heartburn medication prescribed to her. But she gotta do what she gotta do.

Harry on the other hand was awed by her. She had her hair down, in soft curls which looks more like waves now. He knows he needs to keep his feelings in check but the thing is... he doesn't want to.

He also didn't know what to talk about with her, it's like he knows her but at the same time he doesn't.

"Do you want to know what you're having next appointment?" She asked. To his dismay, she only ever talks about the baby and everything related to that with him. He does like to talk about it but he doesn't always.

Well, he won't talk about himself either so that's fair, he guesses.

"I never thought about it." He admitted, "I just them to health that's all, I don't really care. But..." He cleared his throat sheepishly, "I do wanna know."

"That's okay." She assured him, "what are you expecting?"

He felt his cheeks grow warmer, "I want a little girl." He felt a bit embarrassed for wanting one thing where he doesn't have a control. "Sorry. But I'm fine either way."

"That's sweet." She added, "daughters are viewed as goddesses of power, fortune and prosperity. There's nothing wrong with wanting that. There's definitely nothing to be sorry for."

"That puts me at ease." He sighs in relief, "what about you?"

"What about me?" She chuckled nervously, "I don't think I have a say in this. This is your baby."

He didn't know what to say further but he was going to say words before he was cut off with his phone going off with texts. He glanced at her asking to be excused as he looked over the notifications. "It's my sister. Do you mind if I...?"

"No, of course not."

He picked up his phone and swiped on the notification. A look of confusion took over his face as he lowered his phone and looked around. Until he found someone. YN followed his gaze to find find someone familiar. It was the girl from the mall she met whilst shopping with Julia.

"Gemma?" She muttered, but managed to catch Harry's attention. He glanced at her surprised before his sister had finally walked upto their table.

"Am I interrupting a date?" Gemma chirped, "I suspected you were onto something, but I never expected my brother to ever go on a date."

"Gem." Harry stopped her, "it's not what you're thinking. Please have a seat!" So she did. "Let me start by introducing you, this is YN and YN this is Gemma, my sister."

"I think we've already met." Gemma beamed, "at the mall right? Yeah. Dress still looks much better on you."

"Oh, thank you!" YN smiled back sheepishly.

Harry found her reaction adorable but he could feel his sister staring st him as he looked at YN, "I see you have already met."

"Yeah. And this isn't a date." YN chirped in, "we're just hanging out."

"Oh?" Was her initial reaction. "Oh! I'm so sorry. I didn't know that."

"Yeah..." Harry sounded. He seemed disappointed. YN could sense that but she sat there as the sibling duo included her in their conversation. She didn't mind, Gemma is actually very interesting and kind person to spend time with. They talked about what she did for living, and they told Harry how exactly they met the first time around.

He never mentioned to his sister that she's the gestational carrier of his child. Maybe it is something he wants to keep to himself, or he doesn't want anyone to know.

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Harry eventually drove YN back to hers. The drive was very silent.

She didn't know what went wrong, but she didn't wanted to ask him either. If he wants, he can share it with her. She just unbuckles her seat belt and grabbed her bag to leave.

"Hey, YN." Harry called for her, his voice soft enough to make her turn to look at him. He undid his seat belt so he could reach for sometime in the back. A white paper bag with a pearl colour ribbon on top. "Your birthday present. Hope you like it."

YN was put in spot right there. It definitely looked expensive as hell but she doesn't want to assume. For all she assumes, there might a three pound teddy bear in it. But it looked heavy.

"Harry you didn't had to get me anything." She sighed, "dinner and ice cream is more than enough."

A slightest smirk threatened to take over his features, "well, I already bought it." With a shrug he placed the bag on the centre console. "Open it."

"You sure?" She was still hesitant.

"The whole point of getting gifts is to get to see the reaction." He explained, "I am sure."

"Okay." She dragged the sound as she tugged the ribbon open. Her hands were shaking as she removed the ribbon off the bag. There were several little boxes in there. She can see four of them to be exact. "You said there is present and not presents, Harry."

"Did I?" He acted surprised. But YN went ahead picked out the first box she could. It was a phone case.

"You did not." She gasped.

"Hmm?" He's still acting surprised, not even trying to put in any effort to make it seem legit. She pulled out the one of the main gift, it was the newest iPhone. In black. He beamed at her watching as she didn't know what to say. "You can't not accept it, darling."

"You've got to be kidding me Harry, this is so expensive. I can't take this." She whined, "I feel so bad already."

"Come on you haven't even got everything." He got her to take a look at the rest of the boxes. She chuckled seeing the charging brick, which hilariously enough, doesn't come with the phone.

"This is ridiculous." She shook her head laughing, "Harry, this is too much, I--"

"There is one more thing in there." He interrupted her. She glanced at him once before she reached in the bag and pulled out the last box. It was a blue hexagonal box, size of her palm. A very familiar swan logo in the middle.

"Harry!"

"Open it, open it." He seemed more excited than her there. She opened it, and it was a Swarovski tennis bracelet.

"Harry I--"

He interrupted her again, "here lemme help you put it on." He took out the bracelet and placed it around her wrist. It was a little looser but not too loose that it would fall off. He missed her eyes tearing up as he admired now she made the already pretty piece of jewelry even more prettier. "Hey, what's wrong darling?"

"It's stupid. I'm sorry." She sniffled, "I still I don't know if I can accept this Harry, this is too kind of you."

"It's not stupid." He said, firmly, "you can share what's bothering you with me."

"It's nothing. I mean there is nothing bothering me." She looked down at her wrist to distract herself from looking at him, "it's just that I haven't been home in last five years. I miss home..." She stopped to take in a deep breath, prevent herself from starting to sob. "I miss my family so much. But just realised I have one here too. My friends are too generous and kind. And you, you really took your time out to take me to a nice dinner. It just means a lot. And this, this is just too much."

He cooed, "this is nothing. In compare to what you're doing." He started, "and we're friends too, right?"

"Right." She nodded.

"Happy birthday!" He said in a sing-sang voice, holding his arms out like a toddler wanting a hug. YN chuckled and hugged him.

"But honestly Harry--"

"Please?" He makes a sad kitten face bht ends up breaking into a big grin.

"I..." She sighs, "okay."

"Yay!" He chuckles, "happy birthday, YN."

"Thank you Harry." She smiles, "really. For everything. And for these. How thoughtful of you." She held up the charger box jokingly.

"Hey!" He whined, "it's sas they stopped giving chargers with the phones."

"Yeah." She nodded, "now you can delete WhatsApp off your phone, eh?"

"I didn't got you that so I can delete WhatsApp off mine." He looked at her with more serious eyes, "your phone keeps dying, you literally keep it plugged to a power bank in your bag all the time. It died on you last night. I just want to make sure I can reach to you, to make sure you're doing fine and well. You're my responsibility. As much as you-- or me, because I know you're a responsible person-- might not like it, that's true."

"Okay..." She sunk of her seat sheepishly.

She thinks about saving up to buy herself a new phone but ends up spending that money somewhere or other. Or send it back home to help her family.

"Don't have to embarrassed, darling." He assured her.

"Yeah." She pulled herself together, "I should go now... I'm very tired."

"Mhmm." He nodded.

YN gathered everything in the paper bag as she watched him sink into his seat next to her from the corner of her eye. Giving him one last glance of hope before she slipped out and waved him bye before she walked into her building.

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fungirl-apk · 3 months

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JJK CHARACTERS AS SCAM ARTISTS. (JUJUTSU SCAMMERVERSE.) (PT.1)

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(a series dedicated to Jujutsu kaisen characters and what type of scammers they would be. (Keep in mind this is just a joke - slander if you will. Lmao. )

-> PART 2(toji)

TW// dusty!satoru, scammer!satoru, dustmite!gojo, mentions of scammer!geto, crackfic

1K+ words

(if you have eczema , asthma, or a cold, reading this fic featuring dusty gojo and (a very little, but still dusty) geto will make you cough, wheeze, hack, and sneeze. read at your own risk.)

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SATORU GOJO - THE MONARCH SCAMMER.

-SATORU is definitely the "over-the-phone" foreign country emperor-type scammer. The kind of scammer who chooses gullible females (such as elderly women,) or vulnerable women (such as lonely widows,) on purpose - he's no misogynist, but he finds women easier to manipulate cash out of (partially due to his good looks and silver-tongue). Besides, what woman can resist a handsome ""emperor"" from a foreign country? with a foreign accent?

-SATORU would definitely be the type to carefully plan out his responses/behaviors before manipulating his victims for cash - he'd purposefully distance himself away from his victim for days, but not before saying things like: "I'm broke", "I have no job", then arrive with a half-assed apology 3 days later, "oh- sorry! was busy working, lol :p"

-SATORU would obviously not be stupid enough to contradict himself, By accident that is. He knows what he's doing, he's just making it seem like he's hiding something... Hiding the fact he's the quote "emperor from some rich foreign country".

He realizes he could never just say that though, so instead, he'd leave little traps for his victim to pick up on, hints, and clues, that'll eventually all add up and corroborate his story.

-SATORU's entire goal from start to finish would be to push the theory without explicitly saying it. The more distance between you two, the more suspicious you will get.

the more desperate for an answer you feel as he pushes you away? This is how he lures you in, although you'll never realize it until the end.

-SATORU would only strike when he knows he's destroyed your morale. When you inevitably lower your standards for an explanation as to why he's been "traveling in and out of Japan", desperate for anything, you'll accept his outlandish confession of being a

"foreign imperial monarch, emperor of the south who has 8 Bugatti's and 5 exotic albino peacock-tigers and an 89 figure bank account".

And regardless of whether you truly believe it or not, you accept it. Because you're just desperate for his company and tired of feeling neglected.

-SATORU would use his previous absence to further push the theory if you still weren't convinced enough. "Yeah, the reason I missed your birthday was because I was helping the local Duke of the North. I got injured, so I was in the hospital". he wasn't.

"remember when I said I couldn't be there for your promotion party? The guards of the south needed my assistance on the day of the party, so I traveled to Japan to help them.". He didn't.

"That picture of me on the airplane was me traveling to my kingdom". He literally snuck onto that plane without a ticket...

-SATORU is smart, smart enough to know you probably would begin to doubt his fictitious empire and his tenuous adventures about "large boats made out of porcelain with golden jewels, exotic albino caviar, and white pearls" in Bali, Indonesia.

So, to further sell the dream - he sends in cash or expensive gifts now and then as the final nail in the coffin. To some inexperienced scammers, it just looks stupid, considering he's supposed to be the one receiving money, "counterproductive" they say.

But Satoru just scoffs and writes them off as "amateurs". He doesn't see it as ""CoUnTeRpROduCtive"" He sees it as an investment, a down payment, or to put it more accurately, a security deposit for the future.

"It isn't guaranteed you will get back the same treatment in dividends from the person you choose to pour all this unnecessary money into..."

Nanamin often remarks. But again, Satoru just scoffs. Nanamin just doesn't understand the psychological genius behind a true mastermind such as THE gojo Satoru, king of the con artists. Some say he's arrogant, but he'd just say he's confident in his abilities as a scam artist.

what comes around goes around, and he's gonna get his money back one way or another. it's just his good karma.

-SATORU's best friend, confidant, and partner in crime, geto, comments that if any regular person were to describe Gojo, they would say he's an absolute despicable excuse of a human being.

If any of his victims were to describe him, they'd say he was a learning experience and their first real heartbreak.

If an advanced scammer were to describe Satoru, they would say he is a genius but arrogant hustler in a world full of flim-flam cowards,

a true fraudster in the flesh. Most scammers who've heard the tales of Satoru Gojo assume he's worked his way up to the top all by his lonesome, brewing his own methods of mind games and manipulation processes resulting in successful licks among women internationally.

But, geto would just chalk it all up to him being born into a very corporate family.

One that happens to scam their customers out of new and expensive phones every 6 months for minimal features but 6000x times the price. it's worth it though, because you get 50kb more space. :>

-SATORU would never let another man in your life. not in jealousy - but in greed. He's had men in the past attempt to distance his victims away from him in either pursuit of a romantic relationship, or because they're trying to play fraudster as well, While he's still trying to play HIS tricks.

you can guarantee no matter who it is - Satoru takes it as a sign of blatant disrespect if another scammer attempts to try and get in the way of his bag

So, he makes an example out of them, which is the number 1 reason why Satoru Gojo became the most notorious figure in the Con-artistry community.

IF a man somehow reaches the god-like proportions Satoru Gojo has achieved in the world of the jujutsu scammer-verse, he'd just have to knock him down to size.

He can't have another shyster challenging his authority. If the JJK scammer verse is the Wild Wild West, there isn't enough room in this town for both of them.

-SATORU in the world of scammers would be the kingpin, the best, the inspiration, the moment, and the blueprint for other scammers in the jujutsu scammer verse.

and he's a dust storm heading toward all the women. ladies, pack your bags, skip town, and lock your doors, it's sneezin' season - and beware of the Toji dust blizzard following right behind

-> PART 2(toji)

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ATTENTION ALL READERSSS, THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC. I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE IF ITS POPOCACA BUT REMEMBER IT'S JUST A JOKE FOR YOUR PERSONAL ENTERTAINMENT

BUT IF MY FANFIC ERADICATED ANY FORM OF ENTERTAINMENT FEEL FREE TO CRITIQUE ME!!!!!!

(also, here's a quick yuji fanart I created LOL)

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icequeenbae · 8 months

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You Bet Your Ass (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Established Relationship, PWP, slice of life, fluff, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, anal (m receiving while being a drama queen about it), sex toys (picture fluffy tail butt plugs)

Word Count: ~3.6k

Summary: Baekhyun realizes that betting his ass for a petty argument with his partner was moronic. He is a man of his word though. He will follow through.

Author’s note: Yay, it’s time to celebrate another milestone!! Thank you guys for joining me on this wild ride haha I hope you enjoy this little somethin’ bbhorny times detected lmao This would be a little different rip Baek's ass but I just wrote that on a whim in a couple of days and thought it’s great for the occasion. Let me know if you enjoyed it!

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Baekhyun’s eyes were rounder than the moon when he realized that he was wrong.

You were having a very out of the blue argument just the other day, and the fatal words had escaped his mouth.

‘Can you bet your ass that you’re right?’

It wasn’t even a real issue to fight about. The reason you got so fired up over nothing was alcohol, of all things. Neither one of you was willing to let it go and leave the other one having the last word, so...

Baekhyun fucked up.

‘When we confirm that I’m right, I’ll shove the fluffiest puppy dog tail butt plug up your ass and have you call me master.’

Baekhyun royally fucked up.

‘Might clamp your cute little nipples too.’

Baekhyun dug his own grave.

‘Or I will shove it up yours and have you eat your words.’ You simply rolled your eyes at him then, and to a clueless spectator it could seem like you’d forget about this petty argument by tomorrow.

But there you were the next day, standing right in front of your bed and drilling Baekhyun’s bloodless face with your eyes.

‘I told you it wasn't Bugatti. It’s number two on the list.’

Baekhyun was almost glad that you enunciated that, because he couldn’t see the screen in front of him. He stayed still for a bit, as if his soul had fled from his body, leaving him behind as a lifeless shell. His head was a vacuum, and his usually quick-witted mind was failing him at this crucial point of his existence. A few more moments passed before he slowly looked up at you, like a bashful child.

‘Heh,’ he laughed awkwardly, and you only offered him a perfunctory smile. ‘Rolls-Royce Boat Tail is more expensive? It seems like I’ve- made a mistake?’

‘You were totally wrong.’ You responded mercilessly, making him shudder.

‘Babe-’

‘Oh no. Forget it.’ You raised your palm, cutting him off. ‘I had to listen a-a-all night how ‘fun’ it’s gonna be for you to see me all fluffy-tailed and roughed up.’

‘I said no such thing!’ Baekhyun shrieked, quickly catching himself as you gave him a look. ‘Babe…’

‘Did you not?’ You huffed, crossing your arms on your chest. ‘I assume you also do not recall running your mouth about my nipples?’

Baekhyun licked his lips nervously and swallowed.

He remembered. He remembered how he initiated his own demise. Was he for real? And for such a nonsensical argument too…

Baekhyun dropped on his knees right in front of you, and you almost jumped from the sound of him crashing on the floor so dramatically.

‘Y/N-ie, I was in the wrong.’ He said, hugging your legs. ‘I’m sorry.’

When your ass is on the line, nothing would be beneath you, not even begging, right?

However, this did not faze you at all. You were so used to his antics that it only made you even more determined not to let him off the hook.

‘Oh, but Baekhyunie… What should we do? You’ve already purchased the device for the execution.’

This was the reason why Baekhyun avoided drinking as best he could. He didn’t just get himself into the most ridiculous entanglements, he also acted whimsically on his urges. Say, going to a specialized shop to buy the fluffiest looking tail butt plug and a pair of fluffy ears to match. He went as far as to tell the poor cashier that he was going to put it to very good use.

Well, he didn’t specify on whom.

‘Worry not, my love. I got some nipple clamps and a collar to complete your-’

‘Ba-abe-’ He muttered desperately into your thigh, hugging your hips even tighter. ‘Please, I can’t do it…’

‘Why is that?’ You huffed, although unable to resist the temptation to ruffle his soft blonde hair with your right hand.

‘I just can’t,’ he whined childishly, offering no reasoning.

‘It’s funny how you assumed that I was gonna do it the second we ‘confirm’ that you’re right. And now you’re a groveling mess at a mere thought, and I’m supposed to be the better man?’

Baekhyun knew you were right.

He also knew that if he whined for a bit longer, you would probably leave him be. But your words left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was pretty obnoxious about this when you made the damn bet, and he was the one who initially suggested the punishment. And he was so sure he was right that he didn’t even try for a second to step into the loser’s shoes. He didn’t think it through, and now he had to stand by his word and meet his fate like a man. This was only fair to you. Maybe a little less fair to his butt.

You craned your neck forward to peek when Baekhyun became silent for too long. He did make you kinda angry earlier, you weren’t gonna lie, and you were almost determined to make him suffer for it. But he was still your partner, and you loved him. So, when you noticed that he was getting way too stressed about it, your hand moved smoothly to pet his hair calmingly.

‘Baekhyun-ah…’

‘I’ll do it.’ He said curtly.

His voice sounded small and dispirited, and it took you another second to catch his meaning.

‘Huh?’

This time, he made an effort to sound more confident.

‘I said, I’ll do it.’

That exchange took place last week. And he still couldn’t do it.

He made an unenthused attempt on that very day, actually. Made a huge mess on the bed, trying to utilize massage oil to get himself ready. Instead, he simply oiled up all of the sheets, and his entire body, and didn’t manage to get the butt plug anywhere near his ass. He was screeching and wailing and groaning – all that without getting it even 0.1 inch in.

You felt like watching it was worse than just doing it yourself.

‘Babe, just give up. I don’t want you to suffer like this.’

‘No. I said I’ll do it, so I will, I just need to prepare. Shall we reschedule for Saturday?’

He had probably hoped that Saturday would never arrive, but it did. And even then, he had yet to muster the courage to take on his punishment with dignity.

But it’d been an hour, and you were getting tired of watching him huffing and puffing, crying about the injustices of life and his poor asshole. He was buck naked the entire time too.

‘I’m also cold… Why is it so cold in our house? Can’t we afford heating? I should try and earn more money…’

You sighed.

‘Baekhyun, it’s not gonna work.’ You stretched your arms and legs before sitting down next to him. ‘Either quit it or let me do it for you.’

‘You? Do it for me?’ He shook his head. ‘Impossible. I’d like to preserve at least some dig-’

‘Lie flat on your belly. Right now.’ You ordered strictly.

‘Yes, ma’am.’

You smiled at his sudden obedience. He obviously trusted you to help him get it over with, but preferred to be strongarmed into doing this. To preserve some ‘dignity’.

‘Just relax, baby. You’re way too tense.’

Climbing on top of him, you poured some of that massage oil onto his bare back. You ran your palms up along his spine smoothly, and Baekhyun grunted like an old man.

‘God, you are just one giant knot.’ You muttered, putting a little more force into it.

Another muffled grunt escaped his mouth, this time sounding a bit more like a moan.

‘Here, here, grandpa. You can entrust yourself to me. Both your back and your butt.’

He grumbled into the pillow, and you could not make out his words. Instead, you went up his shoulders to knead the back of his neck. This spot was always sore, and he did not surprise you by suddenly going tense and groaning loudly before deflating into a lax mess.

‘You know what, Y/N…’ He mumbled between sighs of contentment. ‘You can fuck me in my ass right now and I won’t object.’

‘That’s the plan,’ you giggled, satisfaction washing over you just from seeing his reaction to your touch.

Of course, you knew all of his spots, both physical and emotional. It did not take you long to turn him into a whimpering puppy. The only thing missing was the tail.

‘Seriously though,’ Baekhyun spoke up hoarsely. ‘I think I’m getting hard.’

You tugged your shirt off and leaned onto his back, allowing him to feel your half-naked body.

‘Good for you,’ you purred into his ear, chuckling as he squirmed.

Hand snaking under his abdomen, you found yourself squeezing his length.

‘You’re not ‘getting hard’, baby. You are hard,’ you hummed, giving him a couple abrupt pumps before running your oily fingers over his lower stomach. ‘Let’s get you ready.’

Baekhyun whined and hugged his pillow, while you crawled towards the edge of your bed to get the discarded lube. When you shuffled closer to him again, you couldn’t resist slapping his cute round butt.

‘Ouch!’ He yelped just for the sake of it.

‘Don’t be so sensitive, sweetie,’ you mocked him lovingly.

‘You mean!’ He answered sulkily.

‘I am very nice! And I wouldn’t start a quarrel with me if I were you. My finger’s about to be shoved up your ass quite literally.’

He was whinging again, but quickly recollected himself, throwing a blue glove at your face.

‘At least use this.’

‘Are we playing doctor?’ You teased him lightheartedly.

‘Y/N, I’m gonna die. I’m literally dying.’

‘Okay, okay.’ You capitulated, putting the glove on. ‘Drama queen.’

It wasn’t like you were a pro in this either. He was the one who had put you in this position, not that you’d asked to do this. However, you did use the time in between his last attempt to pop his anal cherry and today to gather some helpful information. So, you were intending on using it to your benefit tonight.

‘You will like it more than me, that you can count on,’ you reassured him.

‘I seriously doubt it,’ he grumbled before jumping up. ‘Ah-ah-ah, what are you doing, I’m not ready!’

‘Sorry, I poured too much lube by accident,’ you smiled sheepishly. ‘Lie back down before it gets smeared all over the sheets.’

He kept complaining under his breath but obeyed.

‘Can you like… perk up your butt a little?’ You asked, trying to find a comfortable position to start.

‘No.’ He shot back unapologetically. ‘I’ll die.’

‘Why do you keep dying before anything happens?’ You reproached him. ‘You are such a pussy.’

Baekhyun turned his head around dramatically to glare at you.

‘What?’ You stared back. ‘Did I lie? Am I wrong?’

He turned back to his pillow and slightly repositioned himself, bending his right knee.

‘Good. Arch your back a little too.’ You pressed on his lower back, and he grumbled again.

‘You hate my guts, don’t you?’

‘I love you a million, baby.’ You replied with a smile, barely containing a schoolgirl giggle from locating his asshole. ‘Wow, I didn’t expect you to prepare. How neat.’

‘Shut the fuck up,’ he replied, also laughing despite his embarrassment and frustration.

You traced his butt cheek with your index finger before rubbing his anus lightly.

‘Oh shit-’ He tensed up under the pad of your finger, and cursed again.

Giving him some time to adjust to the light strokes, you kept spreading lube over his sphincter.

‘Are you still dying, hon?’ You inquired. ‘Try to relax.’

‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,’ he gurgled into the pillow he kept holding onto.

‘We can stop if you-’

‘Just get it over with! And then I can proceed and finalize my death.’

‘What an honorable man,’ you noted sarcastically. ‘If you squeeze your butt like that, I won’t be able to do anything.’

He huffed like an intimidating hedgehog, and then sighed, giving up the last of his pride.

‘Okay. Just please don’t rip my ass.’

‘Have you seen the size of this plug? You’ll live.’

As soon as he relaxed enough for you to try something, you probed at his ring of muscles again. Praising him for keeping it more or less slack, you were able to insert one digit.

He was now only communicating in breathy curses, so you added more lubrication before slipping your finger out and inserting it back in just as carefully. It took a while for Baekhyun to get used to it and stop resisting the intrusion, and you were beginning to feel more and more like a doctor performing a procedure on him.

‘You’re doing great, baby. Two fingers in.’

‘Y/N… I can’t do this…’ He muttered feverishly, and you knew he didn’t mean it.

Frankly, he looked like he was simply in denial about enjoying this. But he had no idea that you would not rest until you found the most intriguing spot. It was the only reason you had agreed to the whole thing. You were curious about what would happen if you located it and stroked over it gently.

Like so.

‘A-a-ah!’ He jolted, and squeezed your fingers almost painfully.

��What?’ You asked, unsure about his reaction.

‘That- what was that?’ He muttered, gripping the pillow case with his fist.

‘Did it hurt?’

‘It hurts now… But not before.’

‘It wouldn’t hurt if you relax! And I think it was your prostate. Didn’t know it’s that sensitive though.’

‘My wha-’

‘Can I stroke it again?’ You asked, enthusiasm reignited in you, despite getting rather stiff from the position you had to be in.

‘No! Leave my prostate alone,’ he barked, yet perked his ass up higher.

‘Getting mixed signals here. Should I read your ‘no’ as a ‘yes please’?’

‘Y/N…’ He whined, and you circled his spot again. ‘If you do, I think- I think I’m going to-’

‘Die?’

‘Come…’

You oh-ed in surprise. Not that you didn’t do your research, but the pace of this was unexpected.

‘Not yet. There’s one little thing left.’

You slowly slipped your fingers out of him, making him groan.

Finally, the intricate sex toy was in your hand, ready to be deployed. In several modes too, but your wrought-up partner didn’t need to know just yet. Thus, you had placed an important appliance under one of the pillows earlier.

After holding it for a few moments to make it comfortably warm – Baekhyun was a whiny little bitch, after all – you spread a sufficient amount of lube on it to make sure it’d fit easily.

Baekhyun could be heard cursing again.

‘Okay, come to momma.’

He emitted a growl, which thinned out into a whine.

You sat next to him and stroked his butt cheeks. Now that you were thinking of it, he would look pretty good with a fluffy tail. You didn’t know you had it in you, but now you certainly felt aroused at the thought of pulling at it as he fucked you. Wouldn’t that be just perfect?

‘Shit, it’s cold!’ He complained as soon as you pressed the metal body of the plug to his hole.

‘You are very high-maintenance, did you know that?’ You complained right back. ‘Take it if you wanna finish tonight.’

‘Why do you hate me so mu- a-ah-’

The plug slipped into him with much less resistance than you’d anticipated, and all that was visible now was the tail.

‘How is it?’ You asked, genuinely curious. ‘Baekhyunie? How does it feel?’

He kept breathing through it for another minute, and then managed to retort.

‘Like it doesn’t belong there…’ He tried to glance at his poor ass, but gave up halfway. ‘My life is a joke…’

‘I bet it is.’

He made an effort to glare at you.

‘Get over here.’ His angelic blond hair made him appear much less menacing than he wanted to.

You stretched out next to him, but not before removing the rest of your clothes to become equally as naked.

‘Fuck.’ Baekhyun cursed, burying his face in your breasts. ‘Remind me to never argue with you again, ever…’

‘I thought you were having fun,’ you ruffled his hair a bit, while he was letting you.

‘Yah. The pain in my butt hole isn’t really aligning with my idea of fun.’

You shoved him back slightly to get him off your chest, and groped his ass. The disturbance made him flinch, although not entirely displeased.

‘How would you react if I told you that this cute fluffy thing actually has a pretty handy remote?’

The blond looked confused, but only for a second – before you gripped at the base of his ‘tail’ and angled it.

‘Ah! Fuck this shit!’ Baekhyun moan-yelled, confirming that the toy was damn near his spot.

Chuckling at this, you leaned in to kiss his bare shoulder and reached under the pillow in the search of the said appliance.

‘There it is.’ You showed Baekhyun the remote. ‘I bet this will be nice.’

You clicked once, not giving your partner a chance to say anything.

‘Oh shit-’ He jolted in your arms, and clenched his jaw. ‘Y/N…’

‘I know, baby. I won’t ramp it up much.’ You promised, pressing your index finger to one of his nipples.

The tiny bud was firm, and you could see Baekhyun shiver from the touch.

‘Should’ve clamped them in the beginning…’ You mused, gradually increasing the vibration of the toy. ‘Does this feel alright?’

Baekhyun moaned in response.

‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ you snickered.

He didn’t let you laugh for much longer though, grabbing your waist and pushing you back down. Opening your legs roughly, he got between them and instantly pressed his hard cock against your labia.

‘Fucking hell-’ He gritted out, as soon as his hips snapped forward, disturbing the plug inside him.

‘This is kinda hot, I’m not gonna lie,’ you sighed, stroking his lower back. ‘Move or I will level your ass massage up again.’

‘Fuck no, I already feel like I could come…’ Baekhyun replied quickly, slowly retracting his pelvis before swaying it into you. ‘Shit, Y/N, it just feels so weird-’

‘Weird but nice, right?’ You lowered your hand to tug on his ‘tail’ again.

‘Oh god please-’ He sighed, dropping his head on your shoulder.

You could feel him shake every time you adjusted the toy. It was definitely affecting his prostate, and the sobbing he tried to muffle by your skin only confirmed it.

‘Babe,’ he moaned, renewing his slow thrusts into you. ‘You want my death or what?’

Snickering at his words, you playfully scratched his upper back with both hands.

‘Faster.’ You replied simply, grasping the remote again.

Baekhyun focused on delivering upon your request, and you physically shuddered with him. The vibration was quite literally driving him mad, so he was soon groaning in both pain and pleasure. His speech was incoherent, and you weren’t sure how many times you had clicked the button, but you could hear – almost feel – the vibration ripping through his tight muscles and abusing his prostate.

You knew his hips were moving on their own, more out of instinct rather than intent, but it was all fine. At this point, you just wanted him to finish. The buildup left both of you a complete mess, and the craving you had in you now was more of his euphoria, not yours.

‘I’m c- babe I’m-’ He tried to speak, but the intense sensation overwhelmed him to the point of squealing.

Readily clutching the remote, you pressed the button several times to avoid overstimulating him instead of prolonging his pleasure, and he still allowed a high-pitched whine to escape. He was trembling and writhing on top of you, and you could feel the hot creamy wetness pooling at your own entrance. The visual stimulation sent you into overdrive.

‘Fuck, Baekhyun-’ You moaned, eyes closing shut as you joined your partner in the oblivion.

It was at least half an hour later that you were finally able to untangle yourselves from each other, and free Baekhyun’s abused asshole. Not without him grunting and grumbling the entire time, of course.

‘Shit. I won’t be fucking sitting down for a fucking week.’ Your partner complained in a tired voice, flinching as his sphincter constricted again after the plug was removed.

‘Lying down is better anyways,’ you hummed, planting an impish kiss onto his butt cheek.

Baekhyun muttered something incoherent, and you were sure there was more diffident cursing in there.

You scooted closer to him and stroked his hair lovingly. Suddenly you realized that you did not employ all the inventory you had prepared.

‘Damn, we forgot about the ears and the collar too!’ You gasped. ‘Well, you can always wear them next time…’

You shrugged, trailing off, and turned to him, anticipating his reaction.

Baekhyun’s face assumed the most scandalized expression.

‘Next time?!’

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog, it is important to me and I appreciate your feedback💜 As usual, my asks are open~

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izzy444angel · 4 months

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Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

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Girl, I'm the whistle man, my Bugatti the same notes

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So amusing (amusing)

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Ash: First girl/boy, best girl/boy. Been there, done that. Will do again though, I'm a sucker for tropes.

Rin: Ice Queen no matter the gender. Will continue to flirt, and not just MC wants to mess with their old man a little bit.

Skylar: Goodie two-shoes, must (and will) corrupt. Also must (and will) smooch and every opportunity.

All fine and excellent RO's in their own rights. 10/10 would pick them all again.

But Santana...

Santana is the afformentioned BBG.

They are the kicked puppy you apologize to for two weeks straight, because you didn't watch where you were going.

They are the poorest little meow meow, that you want to cuddle with and coo at.

They are the mascot the DnD party picks up in session two, and who they swear bloody retribution for when they're grieviously hurt in session twelve.

They are the spirit animal of 90's kids. Embodiying unrestrained world weariness.

They are the emotional support gremlin in desperate need of emotional support.

In other words, everybody in the poll is sleeping. Full-on anesthetized 'snork mimimi' sleeping.

Since they wouldn't accept it as a gift, my MC would set up and then blatantly and unashamedly rig a sweepstake to give Santana a new car. A new car that would say: I don't care about gas prices. I'll drive ten miles to the gallon anyway.

But Santana wouldn't have to worry about something silly as that. MC would also include a lifetime guarantee on access to maintainance and petrol.

...

Now, in case it wasn't glaringly obvious, I like Santana. And I believe more people should.

Thank you for reading my stupidity.

Those Santana descriptions… 😩😙👌🏻 I feel like this is how most of you guys see Santana:

Also, unashamedly rigged a sweepstake 😂 YES 👏

MC: “Santana! Please, fill this in!” [slams a sweepstake form on the desk]

Santana: “Huh? A sweepstake? To win a… Bugatti? MC… You know the chance of me winning this is like… less than one percent, right? Not to mention with my luck…” [mumbles]

MC: “Oh.. I know the chances, alright… 😏 But, I’ve got a good feeling about this one! Trust me! Picture it: You rolling in with your new Bugatti! It would put Chief Anand’s BMW to shame! 😎”

Santana: “Hmm… 🤔 That’s indeed a good image….”

MC: “C’mon, just fill it in. It won’t hurt and you won’t lose anything!”

Santana: [sighs] “Fine, fine…” [fills in the form] “There you go—”

MC: “Thank you! Hehe…” [snatches the form and bolts away]

Also, MC convincing Luka and Grandpa to buy or at least become a major shareholder in a petrol company so Santana can get lifetime free petrol 💀

#asks #if: vendetta #vendetta if #meme #ro: santana #char: mc #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: skylar #ro reactions #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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its-all-or-nothing94 · 8 months

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Formual 1 / MotoGP Fusion - Part 6

Summary: You are the first female MotoGP rider ever. You race for KTM Factory Racing, leaving Jack Miller your teammate, and one of your main sponsors is Red Bull. You grew up with most of the riders but your best friend is the multiple MotoGP Champion Marc Marquez. After your horrific crash the year before, you are ready to start the new season and probably a new love?

Pre-Story - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A/N: Some pics are just random people - I know, I know, but they fit ;)

Ship: Not telling yet (Marc Marquez, Carlos Sainz or Charles Leclerc)

Warnings: none

Taglist: @laneyspaulding19, @luciaexcorvus, @raizelchrysanderoctavius

💥 Love Triangle Chronicles Continue: Y/N Y/L/N Kisses Carlos Sainz After F1 Miami GP, but Y/L/N's Twitter Comment Leaves Fans Bewildered! 💔😘

😱 The rollercoaster of emotions continues as conflicting signals bewilder fans, while Pierre Gasly's defense adds a new twist to the love saga! 💔🤔

In a stunning turn of events after the F1 Miami Grand Prix, the love triangle involving MotoGP star Y/N Y/L/N, Charles Leclerc, and Carlos Sainz has taken yet another dramatic twist, leaving fans utterly bewildered. After an exhilarating race where Leclerc finished in P7 and Sainz secured P5, a captivating picture emerged, capturing Y/L/N congratulating Sainz with a tender kiss on the cheek, fueling the belief that they are more than just friends. However, Y/L/N's recent comment on Twitter has cast a cloud of confusion over the entire affair, leading fans to question the true nature of her relationships. 💔😘🤔

The image, capturing the intimate moment between Y/L/N and Sainz, sent shockwaves through the racing community, with fans leaning towards Team Sainz as the preferred romantic interest for Y/L/N. Hearts shattered and emotions ran high as fans passionately declared their allegiance to their chosen driver in the hopes of capturing Y/L/N's heart. 💔💑🔥

However, just as fans were beginning to celebrate the apparent confirmation of the Y/L/N-Sainz romance, a surprising tweet from Y/L/N herself threw everything into disarray. In her comment, she emphatically stated that she and Sainz are merely friends, leaving followers in a state of confusion and raising questions about the true nature of the kiss shared after the race. 🤔💔

Adding another layer of intrigue to the already complex love saga, Charles Leclerc's best friend and fellow F1 driver, Pierre Gasly, stepped forward to defend his companion, asserting that Sainz and Y/L/N are indeed just friends. Gasly's intervention only served to further complicate matters, leaving fans wondering if he is trying to protect his best friend's interests or if there is more to the story than meets the eye. 🕵️‍♀️🔍

With conflicting signals and a web of emotions entangling the racing world, fans are left with more questions than answers. Will the true nature of Y/L/N's romantic connections ever be unveiled, or will this love triangle continue to confound and captivate us all? Stay tuned as the high-octane drama continues to unfold both on and off the track! 🏁🌟

yourusername22 ☑️ Le Mans Circuit Bugatti, France

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yourusername22 Great Q2 with @jackmilleraus on P4 and P3 for me! We gonna rock this race @ktmfactoryracing!!

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ktmfactoryracing 🥳👏🏼👏🏼 We’re so proud! jackmilleraus 👏🏼😁

marcmarquez93 You almost got me, goof yourusername22 Lucky you! I’ll get you tomorrow 😉

motogp Finally we’re back! 💪🏼

charles_leclerc Well done! 👏🏻

f1baaabe Okay, me literally screaming, everytime Charles interacts with Y/N!!! 😱😱😱 amex798 Right? I wanna finally see them together!

🌟 Leclerc's Surprise Appearance at MotoGP Le Mans: Charles Supports Y/L/N as She Secures P3 in Qualifying! 💥🏍️ ☑️

😱 Love triangle takes a backseat as attention turns to an unexpected MotoGP rendezvous and Y/L/N's impressive performance! 🤩

In a stunning twist to the ongoing love triangle saga, F1 star Charles Leclerc was spotted at the MotoGP Le Mans in France, putting the focus momentarily on the racetrack rather than the tangled web of relationships. The Monagesque driver surprised fans as he appeared to support his rumored love interest, Y/N Y/L/N, who delivered an impressive performance by securing P3 in the qualifying session. 💥🏍️🇫🇷

While rumors of a romance between Y/L/N and Leclerc have been circulating, the attention temporarily shifted to their professional endeavors as Y/L/N's outstanding achievement took center stage. Fans were captivated by her prowess on the track, leaving the love debate momentarily on hold. The electrifying atmosphere at Le Mans was charged with excitement as Y/L/N showcased her skills, leaving spectators in awe. 🏆🌟

As the dust settled from the thrilling qualifying session, attention inevitably returned to the ongoing love saga. Fans, who had been leaning towards Team Sainz after Y/L/N's affectionate gesture at the F1 Miami GP, were left pondering the true nature of her connections once again. Y/L/N's recent comment on Twitter stating that she and Sainz are just friends added another layer of confusion, fueling speculation and raising questions about her interactions with Leclerc. 😘💔🤔

Adding to the intrigue, Charles Leclerc's best friend, Pierre Gasly, previously defended Sainz and Y/L/N's friendship, leading fans to wonder if his presence at the MotoGP race was a subtle show of support for Y/L/N's racing achievements rather than a romantic gesture. The love triangle saga continues to twist and turn, captivating fans with every unexpected development. 💔🔥🔄

As the racing world eagerly awaits the next chapter in this enthralling narrative, the focus now shifts back to the MotoGP Le Mans race itself. Will Y/L/N's outstanding performance on the track translate into a victorious finish, further intensifying the love triangle storyline? Buckle up, racing enthusiasts, for the journey is far from over, and the final lap promises to be the most exhilarating yet! 🏁🌟

#MotoGP x Formula 1 #MotoGP #Formula 1 #Formula 1 x oc #Formula 1 x reader #MotoGP x reader #MotoGP x OC #Marc Marquez x Reader #Carlos Sainz x Reader #Charles Leclerc x Reader

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Omg I’m gonna need modern au Quaritch teaching spider how to drive just seeing spider super stressed out thinking Quaritch will be mad at him if he messes up while Quaritch is just patiently trying to teach him

This is a very old ask, sorry! This is not Q + S from the Cat's in the Cradle, just a generic modern au situation! cw: swearing

"Check your mirrors."

Spider looked at the wing mirrors in turn, unsure what he was really supposed to be looking for. "All good."

"And the rear view?"

Spider glanced up, noting the space in the mirror that was obscured by the top of the car. He reached up and adjusted it, pulling it down to his height. As he did so, he couldn't help but notice Quaritch smirking in the seat next to him. "Bite me," Spider muttered, unimpressed that Quaritch still got satisfaction from being taller than him.

"Can you reach the pedals?"

"Fuck you."

Quaritch leant over, checking for himself that Spider's feet were indeed within reaching distance of the controls. He made an amused sound, and before Spider knew it, the seat was inched forwards without his permission.

He paused, turning to glare at Quaritch.

Quaritch was unabashed. "Safety first, hotshot."

Spider could tell the man was enjoying this. He would be too, if Quaritch wasn't so goddamn overbearing. And if the car they were practicing in wasn't worth $3.1 million.

His hands were clenched tightly on the leather wheel in front of him, the double seatbelt was strapped firmly across his chest, and yet Quaritch was the picture of relaxation. He hadn't bothered to do his own seatbelt, and was instead twisted sideways to always keep an eye on what Spider was doing.

"Okay, put it in drive."

Spider was almost nervous to do so. He refocused his gaze on the bare track ahead of him. They were remote - there wouldn't be any other cars around to worry about, yet still Spider was nervous. The Bugatti was the fastest street legal car anywhere in the world, with a top speed of 489 kph in test runs. Spider had never so much as driven a golf caddy.

"Okay, when you're ready, you're gonna gently squeeze the accelerator... just like we talked about..."

He took a low inhale, foot hovering over the right pedal. Quaritch obviously trusted him, so that was good enough for Spider. He tapped the pedal with the barest hint of pressure, and the car jolted forwards unexpectedly.

"Shit!" He let out, before immediately removing his foot from the pedal.

"It's okay," Quaritch tried to reassure him through a smug grin. "Even softer..."

Spider continued to cuss under his breath, but followed his father's advice. He took another breath, then ever so lightly pressed the pedal down. This time when the car shot forwards, Spider was expecting it. He released the pressure while letting the engine carry them forwards still. "Holy shit," he muttered, allowing the car to move, gripping the wheel far tighter than was necessary.

"We're coasting!" Quaritch encouraged, smirking as he gripped onto his door handle. "Keep going, get her up to a decent speed..."

Are you sure? Spider wanted to ask, but he kept his voice off to focus on accelerating the sports car down the empty road. They were moving, and Spider eyed the speedometer anxiously, watching the needle move higher and higher as they gathered speed. The rocks and bushes at the sides of the road began to streak past them faster and faster, and the roar of the engine below them sent a thrill of exhilaration right through Spider's bones.

"Bring her down to 80," Quaritch instructed, his eye also on the display.

Spider did so, keeping the car at a steady speed. "And up to 100..."

Once Spider had gained enough confidence in Quaritch's eyes, the older man soon gave him permission to take it to 160 kph. "Holy fuck," Spider muttered to himself when the car shot forwards at his command, sending both him and Quaritch back a little in their seats with the force of the acceleration.

"Well done!" Quaritch congratulated him, "Now for the hard part. Keep her steady and let her coast while I'm talking, but in a moment you're gonna use the break. Do not press hard." His voice turned gentle as he tried to explain. "Think of it like how you'd touch a beautiful woman."

"Disgusting," Spider interjected, eyes still on the road.

"Feather light... You don't wanna upset her..."

"Got a lot of experience with that, huh?"

Quaritch levelled Spider with a cold stare. "If you're not gonna listen then you're never getting in that seat again."

Spider shook his head, but relented. The car was already beginning to slow without his pressure on the accelerator, so he didn't imagine that stopping would be too difficult.

"Okay, gently, when you're ready."

Spider tried to touch the brake as lightly as he could. Despite his rebuttals, he was listening to every word his dad said. It was still too much - the car jolted suddenly, causing the seatbelt to catch Spider in his seat. With a gasp of surprise, he released the brake and allowed the car to coast again, this time at a much slower pace.

"Jesus, kid!" Quaritch, who was not wearing his seatbelt, looked pissed. "I said a beautiful woman!"

"Fucking hell, dad, I'm trying!" Spider's voice also rose angrily. He tried again before Quaritch could berate him further, this time succeeding in slowing the car down in a much more gentle manner.

"There we go... and all the way to a standstill..."

Spider finally brought the car to stop, with one final unpleasant lurch. He sat back in the seat, not having realised how sweaty he'd got.

"That was cool," he said, a grin breaking out over his face as he turned to face Quaritch.

Quaritch quickly leaned over and put the handbrake on for him, before Spider could remember. "Put it in park," he said wearily. "Never again. Not until you learn how to be gentle."

Spider was surprised. "What do you mean? That was fine!"

"Oh it was fine, huh?" Quaritch challenged him. "Tell that to my brake hoses!"

Spider stared.

"Get out of the car, I'm dropping you home."

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #spider socorro #miles quaritch #atwow #miles spider socorro #colonel quaritch #avatar fanfiction #atwow fanfic #my stuff #onehsot #avatar modern au

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sgkophie · 2 years

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Man's World - Chapter 6 - A Losing Deck of Cards, Please

Pairing: Female!Leclerc reader x Carlos Sainz Jr, Reader x Carlos Sainz

Warnings: slow burn, eventual Smut, enemies to lovers

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4k

AN: Ok - this chapter felt a bit more "filler" but it gives us a little more insight into the characters and their interactions did make me laugh. Some classic Peaches-Carlos moments. Plus I threw in some Carlos POV since so many of you have been requesting it! let me know what you think!

Just felt better to start Chapter 7 with Peaches' dinner with the boys vs. ending chapter 6 with it :) Bear with me folks - chapter 7 and 8 have some fun stuff I promise... oh and definitely some Smut coming up! It's about time... am I right?

Almost done writing Chapter 7 - should be out Thursday or Friday at the latest.

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Bugatti Factory – Georgia POV

After Miami Lily and I were requested back to the factory so we could hop into the Sim. The team had further upgrades on the cars which they wanted to bring to Barcelona. I was excited, the Miami upgrades were incredible and I had no doubt the Barcelona upgrades would help us increase our race pace. But the best part? After a few days in the factory I had a solid 5 days at home in Monaco, just me, Charles and Lily – who had decided to visit before our trip to Barcelona.

No Carlos, no demands, and most importantly – no journalists.

At my last day at the factory I was called in for a ‘social media meeting.’ While Lizzie made it sound like we were be having a general meeting about both Lily and I’s engagements over the next week, based on the guest list, I knew what we would be actually discussing – I was going to get the low down on the Barcelona “fake dating” plan.

When I walked into the brightly lit Bugatti board room, the first thing I saw was a huge projector reflecting a photo of me and Carlos at the Miami grand prix. It was a picture of us in the cool down room – Carlos was shirtless, and I apparently had the biggest smirk on my face that I had personally ever witnessed.

Good fucking grief, I thought to myself. Please tell me this is photoshopped.

Before I could respond, I heard a burst of laughter behind me. Lily and Chris, my athletic trainer, had just walked into the conference room and saw the photo on the screen – a photo of me staring at a shirtless Carlos with a small, sultry smirk on my face.

I was mortified.

“Please take a seat and we’ll get started,” Lizzie said, motioning for me to take a seat. As much as I wanted to take a seat, all I could do was stand and stare at the photo; my face no doubt showing a look of absolute shock. I felt frozen.

“She would, but she can’t stop staring at Carlos with those puppy dog eyes,” Chris said, chuckling at me as I turned to him. I immediate flicked him off and stuck my tongue out. Was it childish? Sure – but I had just been caught staring at Carlos like a teenage girl who had just been asked to the dance by the quarterback… so, I was feeling childish.

I sat in the closest seat next to me, still staring at the photo on the screen. It soon switched to an Instagram post, which featured said shirtless Carlos photo.

Oh good, now I knew everyone was talking about the look. Lucky me.

Lizzie chuckled a bit. “Right, well, needless to say, things are going great in that department. We’ve been monitoring social media and the fans are loving the two of you. Speculation is high. After the race, #Garlos was trending on twitter.” She clapped her hands, clearly incredibly proud of herself. “The helping you out of the car- absolutely priceless. Defending you to the journalist? The cherry on top. Couldn't have asked for a better media interaction."

I scoffed at that. There I was dying of 105 degree heat, but all the social media team could think of was the gold mine that was discovered. Sure, he defended me, something that had taken me by surprise, but I had also stood up for myself. Not that anyone mentioned that in any of those post race debrief articles.

“So since the fans have bought into this so nicely, and since this upcoming race is Carlos’s home race, Coco and I have decided to move up the timeline a tad.”

With that statement, I lifted my eye brows. “How much is a tad?” I asked dryly.

“Next week you and Carlos should be more public in the paddock…” She drifted off, clearly a little worried about what she as going to say next. I motioned for her to continue, unconsciously sitting on the edge of my seat.

“We’re going to have you hold hands throughout the paddock, attend a couple events together,” she said very quickly, probably hoping I wouldn’t hear it all. I pictured her at the paddock directing me around, saying “well I told you back at the office”, in hopes that she could insinuate that I wasn’t listening during the social media meeting.

It didn’t work. I was on high alert.

I sighed, because I knew it was only a matter of time before we were going to have to escalate the relationship. In fan’s minds, a couple that had been dating for about a month held hands.

I nodded. “Fine, I guess that makes sense.” I could see Lizzie’s face lighten up; clearly she was expecting me to fight this, but the relief that washed over her face gave me a little bit of happiness. At least I can make her happy today, I thought to myself. She clapped her hands and headed over to give me a big hug.

“Excellent! Here’s the rest of your itinerary. Oh and just one more thing – we booked two rooms next to each other. It’s his home race and fans will expect you guys to be all lovely dovey – didn’t make sense to have you in separate hotels.”

“Separate rooms, right?” I said strongly – staring directly into Lizzie’s eyes. Like hell was I going to share a room with Carlos Sainz. Didn’t matter if he was the most handsome driver on the grid… or if he smelled the best… or if he had been acutely aware enough to pull me out of the race car before I passed out from heat exhaustion…

My thoughts were cut off by Lizzie who shrilled, “Of course! I know how much your sleep is important to you before a race… which is the story you and Carlos will say if anyone questions why you have separate rooms, got it?”

I nodded – it seemed easy enough.

The rest of the meeting concluded with Lizzie going through a few more Instagram posts that people had taken of us. One was from the Ferrari social media team who had done a cute post on my visit to the Ferrari garage for the orchestrated ‘accidental’ tour Carlos had given me. To be fair to them, it did look cute – Carlos looked like a kid in a candy store, showing me all of the coolest new items that had just arrived.

I enquired to see if any sponsors had seen the posts and if there were any changes to the deals. Lizzie denied it, which made sense. We were going to have to put in a lot more effort if we were going to turn this image around.

Carlos POV – Ferrari Factory

Miami was a great race. I had managed to get onto the podium, and I was starting to feel real confidence in the car. The sooner I got my driving life together and my personal life more private, I was going to be rid of Little Ms. Sassy Leclerc. Although after my help with getting her out of the car, the media and fans had gone wild. I was being hailed Georgia’s Hero – which felt ridiculous, all I did was help a driver out of her car. I was a decent human being, and I didn’t appreciate everyone making hoopla about me doing the basics – did no one expect me to help her?

The moment she had pulled up I knew something was wrong. Georgia had a signature jump out of the car she did when she made the podium of a race. It was, to be fair, pretty cute and when she didn’t jump out this time, I knew something was wrong. I figured she’d be pissed that she lost to her brother – but no way would she neglect to get out of the car to celebrate with Charles.

When I pulled her out of the car, the look of panic on her face was real. I felt like, for the first time, I had seen a glimpse of the real Georgia; she wasn’t the usual composed self. She seemed human, and it was a breath of fresh air for me. I had this weird feeling in my stomach when she looked straight into my eyes – something I was going to definitely ignore.

On the last day of the visit to the factory, Charles and I had been summoned to a communications meeting – which I knew instantly was going to be about Georgia. As I walked into the room, Bella, my communications manager patted me on the back. “Good stuff, Carlos – pulling Georgia out of the car like that, absolute gold. And then defending her at the press conference? Just great,” she said to me.

I brushed her off. “I’m not going to leave any driver in the car. What her team did to her was stupid and dangerous – plus that journalist was an asshole, I’ve been wanting to put him in his place for a while,” was all I could mutter back as a reply.

“Well, regardless, the audience seem to be loving this relationship. Charles, that little live story you did at the bar was gold. Speculation is running high that Charles has set you two up, which is going to lead us into a perfect weekend where we can make the relationship public at your home race this weekend,” Coco chimed in.

Of course they were going to take advantage of my home race. Here when I finally had a chance to win my home race, my communications team were more worried about how Georgia and I were going to interact. The team explained the plan for us to walk through the paddock, hand in hand. There would be the usual garage visit, probably a track walk, etc. etc. etc…

“And who knows, maybe if you get on the podium, she’ll give you a little congratulations kiss,” Coco said with a chuckle. At that comment Charles cleared his throat, clearly unamused by my cousins’ antics.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Charles said dryly.

“Don’t worry mate, no one wants to kiss your sister less than I do,” I said to him, giving him a big pat on the shoulder. I thought he might have taken the joke – but instead he turned to me and looked offended. He didn’t want me to kiss his sister… but he clearly wanted me to want to kiss his sister. Noted.

“You’ll have rooms next to each other this race, so we can easily get footage of you two coming and going from the paddock. We’ll rotate this race – Georgia will drive some and you’ll drive some.”

Clearly my horrified face said it all – because before I could say anything Coco butted in.

“Carlos, you have to share. You being the only one driving makes it look like a one-sided relationship and the fans are going to start commenting that you don’t let her drive anywhere. We’re getting ahead of that.”

I knew he was right, but still, getting in a Bugatti felt like an offense to all human nature.

“Fine – as long as I don’t have to share a room with her, I’ll do it.”

Charles eyes widened, as if he had just thought of the possibility that one day they would probably shove me and his beloved sister into the same room. I chuckled at that. Oh Charles, Ferrari’s little naïve golden boy.

Barcelona – Wednesday – Georgia’s POV

We arrived in Barcelona fairly early and our shuttle from the private plane took us straight to the hotel we were staying at. The hotel was a lovely old building in the center of the historic downtown. As I opened the door to my room, I saw what was probably the largest, most lovely suite I had ever laid my eyes on. Within the room were two bedrooms and a huge living room.

Nice, I thought to myself.

I texted Charles that I had arrived and asked if he wanted to meet up for dinner tonight. Fortunately I had been spared dinner with Carlos this evening since he had some big dinners with potential sponsors and Spanish VIPs. Apparently no one thought we were that ready to be put together at a sponsorship dinner. Fine by me.

Georgia: Dinner tonight?

Twin Bro: Yea, I’ll text Pierre and Danny.

Georgia: Sounds good.

I unpacked my clothing for the race weekend. Again Bugatti had set us up with some pretty fun items for the week – some sun dresses, blue jeans that matched the car, and various tops for the weekend. Several designers had reached out to the team and asked if they could design better polos than the classic men’s one the rest of the paddock wore, to which Isabelle said, “of course.”

If I was going to walk around the paddock holding hands with the devil – at least I was going to do it in style.

I decided to take a shower before I got dressed for the day. We had an afternoon meeting with some VIPs at the hospitality lounge, and going drenched in sweat and smelling like airplane just didn’t seem appropriate if I was trying to convince my VIPs to become sponsors. As I was finishing up my shower I all of a sudden heard a noise coming from the main room. Panic began to fill me. Had someone broken in? A crazy fan? There were some crazy fans in F1 – and not everyone was thrilled that the sport was ‘letting women in’.

Must be Lizzie here to fill me in on some extras for the weekend, I thought to myself. Still, usually she knocks first, I grumbled to myself.

But as I walked out of the shower, wrapped in only towel, ready to chastise Lizzie for not knocking before she came into my room – I saw something much worse – Carlos Sainz. His eyes were slowly raking over me and he smirked. “Well hello to you too. I guess after Miami, its only fair I also see your shirtless, although you definitely need to buy me dinner first,” he said with a wink.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I screamed, running back into the bathroom. I poked my head out of the door and looked at him, still demanding answer.

“Well according to the front desk, this is my room. So, I think the question is why are you here, showering in my shower?”

“This is my room you idiot.”

“Well, looks like we’re sharing a room then – cause clearly my key works,” he griped back, motioning towards the door with his key – like a buffoon.

“Absolutely not. No way. Not happening. Now turn around so I can run back to my room. And don’t get comfortable, I am sure Lizzie will get this sorted.”

He chuckled, but turned around. The moment he did I dashed to my room, cell phone in hand. I frantically dialed Lizzie’s number, as if she was a radio host and I was a hopeful fan that was going to be caller #9.

“Lizzie, thank god you picked up, there’s been a mistake. Carlos is in my room, claiming we’re sharing a room! I thought you said these rooms were next to each other.”

“Wha-what do you mean he’s in your room?” She seemed as equally confused as I was. “Let me call and get this sorted out.”

I hung up and threw my Bugatti team clothes on. On the other side of the wall I could hear Carlos’ muffled voice – clearly speaking to Coco on his end. After I got dressed I walked out of my room and heard the tail end of their conversation.

“… this is not acceptable, you need to fix this,” I heard Carlos hiss. “It’s bad enough that I have to spend my down time in the paddock with her, I need my space in my hotel room!”

Carlos turned to see me and gave me a weak smile. “Good to see you found some clothes.”

Before I could retort back to him, Lizzie was calling me. “Please tell me you have some good news,” I split out, staring directly at Carlos.

“Unfortunately Georgia, when the Ferrari coordinator called to get the rooms next to each other – the hotel heard two rooms side by side, they booked you a suite with two… and with the grand prix this weekend, the hotel is completely booked.” She trailed off at the end, but the truth was I had stopped listening after unfortunately.

Carlos could tell from my face that the news was bad news, because as I turned to him, he slammed his bag on the sofa and sat down with what only could be described as the world’s largest sigh. Before I could say anything, he was opening his suitcase and unpacking his toiletries.

I was seething. I had one request, and it was broken. Carlos looked at his phone, and his face said it all – he had been told the same thing from Coco.

“Just stay out of my way,” I bit out, rushing back into my room and slamming the door. As soon as I was ready to go I rushed out of the room, not giving Carlos another thought.

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The rest of the afternoon went well. The VIP experience was lovely and Isabelle said we made some good progress with a couple potential sponsors – Luis Vuitton being one of them. The sponsors had asked me various questions about the car, but one sponsor in particular had asked me about Carlos – well congratulated me more like. I did my best not to roll my eyes and pretend barf as Lily stood behind the sponsor, staring at me while giggling like a small child. She was getting way too much enjoyment out of this I determined.

I made sure to complain to Isabelle, Susie and Lizzie about my unfortunate luck with the hotel, but Isabelle made it clear I would not be switched to a different hotel than the rest of the team. ‘At least this means you and Carlos will be on time to the paddock’, she said with what I thought was too much of an attitude considering I was the one who had to endure Carlos Sainz in MY hotel room.

After the strategy meeting I returned back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. Truth be told, I was incredibly excited to have dinner with Charles, Pierre and Danny. It had been so long since the four of us had hung out – and I had a lot to fill them in on. Plus, I had sent Lando a box of Krispy Kreme donuts, which I had conveniently loaded full of vegetables and Greek yoghurt inside, so I was eager to hear about his utter disappointment when opening the box. Lando had gotten a sponsorship from them because of his absolute love of donuts. When we were kids, he’d easily knock back half a dozen in a sitting… and then go back for more.

When I arrived at the front door of my – our – hotel room, I took a big breath. You can do this Georgia, you can survive this weekend, I said to myself. I walked into the living room of our suite and heard the shower running. Perfect, I can make a quick getaway, I thought to myself. I immediately ran to the safety of my suite room and quickly changed into a lovely purple dress. Matched with my light tan heels and my cartier bracelet, I, for the first time in a while, felt relaxed and beautiful. I was going to have dinner with my brother and best friends – for once, all felt right in the world.

Before I could truly reminisce in my moment of relaxation and clarity, I walked out of my room and was, once again, hit with the reality of my situation – a shirtless reality of my situation. There, standing in front of me, was none other than Carlos Sainz, fresh out of the shower, steam still pouring out of the bathroom. His towel was wrapped around his waist, hung real low around his hips – it looked as though it could fall to the floor any moment.

God I wish it would, I immediately thought before I could stop myself. I pushed that thought way down into the pit of my stomach. What is wrong with your Georgia? This is Carlos Sainz – the playboy both your teams have saddled you with because he can’t keep it in his pants.

Unfortunately for me, before I could finish the internal conversation with myself, Carlos had turned to face me. I had been caught staring… again.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked with a wink, staring directly at me.

I immediately snapped out of my internal conversation and turned away, giving him my shoulder and huffing. “Any chance you can put some clothes on? This is a shared area, in case you forgot,” I responded snarkily.

“And deny you the opportunity to get a second peak of your favorite Chili? What kind of man do you think I am?” He teased.

I grimaced. So he had seen that Instagram post that caught me staring at him shirtless in Miami. Great. I mean it was all over the internet, so it was incredibly hopeful of me to think that he hadn’t seen it.

“A man that has probably never been told to put his shirt back on by a woman, but there’s a first time for everything, Carlos, so put it on,” I hissed back.

He chuckled. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his form in the mirror in front of me – he was directly behind me and starting to inch closer. He kept moving towards me and before I could react, I felt his breath on my neck which caused a slight chill to go up my spine.

“If you play your cards right, mi amor, you might be able to see more of me,” he softly whispered into my ear. It was as if my body had forgotten who he was, because I could feel my body start to warm up. Having him this close to me like this, it felt like my nerves were all set on fire. I tried to respond to him, come up with something witty, but at that moment, all I could think about was how close his lips were to my neck – how good his breath felt on my neck.

So, instead, before I embarrassed myself any further, I turned around and headed straight to the door. Before I could stop myself I turned and around and yelled back into the room, “Well consider my cards a losing deck because what I really want is to see less of you – so if you could turn that into making yourself disappear – I’d be delighted!” And with that, I slammed the door and headed to the elevator.

Not my finest comeback – but it would have to do in a pinch… a real pinch.

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