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pierced. pt. 3 | spencer reid.

Spencer wanted this date to go perfectly, he wanted to treat you like a princess and maybe even land a second date... but why is Hotch calling?

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 4

cw: fem!reader, kissing, slight angst, fluffy

a/n: kicking my feet fr

You started getting ready two hours earlier than you normally would.

Sure, you had been on dates before, but you could confidently say you’d never been this excited to go on a date before. You’d been on the odd blind date that your friend from back home set up, but they usually went as well as you’d expect a date with a misogynistic frat boy with mommy issues to go… not great. After Spencer had walked you home, and called to ask you out for dinner, you were utterly giddy.

You barely got any sleep that night, your mind and heart racing a mile a minute thinking about the kiss you shared outside your apartment building. You spent the most of the afternoon picking out an outfit, staring at your body in the mirror while you turned side on, front on, side on again to make sure your ass looked good (it did).

You asked Spencer to tell you where he was taking you, because you really didn’t want to be underdressed or overdressed. He insisted it was nothing fancy but a man’s idea of fancy and a woman’s idea of fancy are very different things.

You picked something that felt like the best of both worlds, a semi-formal mini dress and dressed down with your favourite knitted cardigan. You spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready, styling your hair, picking jewellery and shoes and doing your makeup.

You had been excited the whole day but as 6pm got closer and closer, you started to get nervous. It had been a while since you’d gone on a date with someone you felt you really liked and wanted to impress, it was a strange feeling.

Spencer knocked on your door at exactly 6pm. You were in the middle of pulling applying your lipgloss when he knocked. You cursed quietly to yourself, thinking you had way more time than you actually did. You’d hoped he’d be at least a little bit late. He was a genius though, punctuality was kind of his thing.

You almost tripped over your shoes running to the front door, a cleaning task you would tackle when you got home. You pulled the door open with a smile beaming across your face. Your heart fluttered at the sight of Spencer’s precious face peeking over a bouquet of pink tulips.

“Hi,” he said softly with a tight lipped smile. He held the tulips out toward you, “for you.”

“Spencer…” you pouted at the gesture, taking the tulips from his grasp. “They’re so beautiful.”

“Garcia said flowers would make a good impression,” he lied, he actually read a considerable amount of articles and first date guides all day at work. But Garcia did help him pick the flowers.

“Well, she was right. Tulips are my favourite,” you grinned, turning back into your apartment to find and fill a vase. “Come in, I won’t be a minute, I just need to put my shoes on and grab my purse.”

Spencer awkwardly stepped into your apartment, glancing around at the now fully decorated space, a far cry from what it looked like just 3 weeks ago. You quickly went to put your shoes on and put some money, your lipgloss and perfume in your purse. You closed the door to your bedroom and paused, staring at Spencer as he squatted down and rubbed Tofu’s belly.

“Made a new friend?” You asked.

Spencer smiled with utter delight, “She’s so fluffy.”

You giggled at Spencer’s response, grabbing the keys for your apartment off the kitchen counter. Spencer dusted the cat fur off his pants before spinning on his heel to face you, “ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. You stepped closer until you were just in front of him, you reached up and adjusted his tie gently. “You look very handsome.”

His cheeks felt hot, “T-thank you… You-! You look really nice too- beautiful! You look beautiful…” he stammered, exaggeratedly gesturing at your appearance.

You giggled softly, “thank you, Spence… Shall we?”

“Yes, yes, right,” he replied, quickly scurrying to the door to open it for you.

The two of you made your way down to his car and he made a point to run ahead of you when you left your apartment building to open his passenger door for you. He was intensely determined to be a gentleman, wanting to give you a good impression so maybe you’d go on another date with him, maybe even come to Rossi’s dinner party next week. But he was getting ahead of himself, he should probably focus on the road.

“...So where are you taking me?” You asked, glancing out the car window at the city speeding by.

“It’s one of my favourite places,” he replied, hands nervously gripping the wheel. “I… hope you like it.”

“I’m just happy to spend time with you, Spencer… We could sit on the pavement outside a seven eleven and I’d be thrilled,” you grinned, folding your hands in your lap as you watched him glance at you. You watched him for a moment, chuckling to yourself whenever he would glance down at your lap then clear his throat.

Spencer was really trying to keep his eyes on the road, but your plush thighs in the corner of his eye were proving to be very distracting. He had never had a pretty girl in his passenger seat before, especially not a girl he was taking on a date.

Spencer drove for maybe 30 minutes before he pulled into a parking lot. Once he parked, he quickly got out of the car and did a little run around the front to open your door for you, reaching to help you out of his car.

Spencer held his elbow out for you and you linked arms, your hand gently holding his upper arm. There was a long line up outside the restaurant, people talking and laughing, clearly it was a popular spot. Spencer was stiff with nervousness, his hands clammy as you leaned your temple against his shoulder.

“You okay?” You questioned gently.

He nodded quickly, “Yeah, just… I’ve never been on a proper date before.”

You pouted, “well don’t be nervous. I’m only here for you, Spence. I’m sure it’ll be perfect.”

Spencer’s phone suddenly rang in his jacket pocket. You quickly let go of his arm as he pulled it out of his pocket, staring at Hotch’s caller ID. He hesitated for a moment, knowing it was work and he would likely have to leave. Spencer looked at you with such sadness and disappointment in his eyes.

“Work?” You asked softly.

“Yeah… But I-”

“It’s okay, Spencer,” you smiled sadly. “Your job’s important.”

Spencer sighed before stepping away from the line and answering the call. You couldn’t hear what he was saying but he sounded upset given his gestures and frantic running of his hand through his hair. After a minute he hung up, slipping his phone in his pocket. He looked at you sadly, opening his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“It’s okay, Spencer,” you held his face softly. “You go, I’ll get a cab, okay? And when you get back you can tell me all about how you kicked ass, okay?”

Spencer breathed out a laugh and nodded timidly, “Okay.”

“Go,” you said, letting go of his face as he quickly darted away to his car. He was almost out of sight when you watched him turn back, running back to you. He quickly planted a kiss on your lips, breathing hard against you. You smiled against his lips and held his cheek in your hand. He pulled away just as fast, your lipgloss smeared along his lips. You wiped it off with your thumb, “okay, now go.”

“I’ll call you,” he breathed, kissing your cheek quickly before running off.

It killed him leaving you there. Spencer wasn’t someone who got angry that easily but he was in a bad mood about this. He charged through the bullpen that night like a bulldozer, ready to set fire to anyone who dared ask him ‘how he was’. Morgan, JJ and Emily sensed the crankiness the moment Spencer pulled his chair out and sat down with a thud, crossing his arms angrily.

“Rough night, lover boy?” Morgan asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Wasn’t much of a night at all, really,” Spencer retorted with an attitude.

“Woah, woah, what happened?” Emily questioned, eyes narrowing at Spencer.

“I had a date, okay? That girl you met last night? Y/N? I was taking her to my favourite restaurant and then Hotch called and I-” Spencer had to stop himself before he blew up. His lips formed a tight line as he stared at the table, not daring to look up.

“Aw, Spence…” JJ sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t help,” Spencer mumbled. He spent the rest of their meeting in a foul mood, barely listening to JJ as she listed the details of their next case. They were never usually called in on their days off but after almost twenty bodies, the BAU had a lot cut out for them.

“We’ll leave in two hours,” Hotch dismissed. Spencer was first up, grabbing the small stack of files and pushing toward the door to go to his desk. Morgan and Emily looked at each other, sharing a look of disbelief over Spencer’s crankiness.

Spencer sat at his desk pushing his pen around, barely touching the cup of sugar with a splash of coffee that JJ got for him. All he could think about was how you probably wouldn’t talk to him again after this, he knew this job came with sacrifices, but he just wanted one thing, one thing, to himself.

“You okay, Reid?” Penelope asked softly.

Spencer glanced up at her, letting out a sigh, “I was on a date with Y/N before this… We didn’t even get to sit down.”

Penelope’s shoulders slumped at his words, “I’m sure you’ll be able to make it up to her,” she said hopefully.

Spencer nodded slowly, “I hope so.”

Penelope stepped away to answer a phone call and Spencer was left feeling sorry for himself at his desk for the next 30 minutes, going through his mind the different things he could say or do to make it up to you. Maybe he should call you? Text you? Drop by when he gets back? Or maybe he could buy you another cat as a peace offering-

“Is this seat taken?”

Spencer’s head shot up from his desk, coming face to face with you, your hand resting on the empty chair by his desk.

“Y/N? What are you-”

“I called Penelope,” you answered, “She told me you weren’t leaving for another hour so… I thought I’d bring dinner?”

You held out a plastic bag of take away food from the restaurant he took you to. You asked Penelope what his favourite thing on the menu was and bought some extra for yourself. Spencer looked like a kicked puppy as he stared up at you in disbelief.

He stood up and quickly hugged you, making you chuckle at the sudden affection. You felt your face heat up at all the eyes suddenly on you and Spencer. Morgan whooped from his desk, cheering loudly and obnoxiously, prompting Spencer to pull away from you.

“I’m so sorry,” Spencer whispered.

“You don’t have to apologise, Spence,” you replied. “You love your job and it’s important,” you shrugged, placing the plastic bag on his desk.

“God, you’re so sweet it’s killing me,” Emily grumbled, walking by with a fresh cup of coffee. She pointed at Spencer, brows raised, “keep her.”

You and Spencer shared a laugh before he pulled a chair over closer to his for you. You sat down and pulled your takeaway dinner from the plastic bag, letting Spencer tell you all about the restaurant and why this specific meal was his absolute favourite. His knees brushed against yours under his desk and he just revelled in the comfort of your company.

“So, what’s your new case?” You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

“Uh, well,” he trailed off.

“You can’t tell me, huh?” You chuckled.

“Not really, sorry,” he replied. “I’m sure it’ll be on the news tomorrow.”

“Right, well. I’m sure deep down I don’t really wanna know,” you shrugged.

He nodded, “the cases we work aren’t exactly pleasant.” Spencer sighed, “I wish we could have actually had a date.”

“This is a date,” you replied. “Is it not?”

“Well… I mean, it’s just not what I wanted for our first date.”

“Like I said Spence, you could take me to a seven eleven and I’d have a blast,” you chuckled, reaching over to run a thumb across his cheek. “You can make it up to be on our second date.”

Spencer quickly looked at you, “Second date?”

“Yeah… only if you want to?”

“Yes, yeah. I want to,” he replied almost too fast. You smiled sweetly at him, a piece of your hair falling from behind your ear. Oh yeah, he’s done for.

a/n: had you in the first half, didn't i... dare i say you've pierced his heart, HAHAHAH

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: A little bit of an anxious Wanda

Word count: 1648

Summary: Wanda is worried she has too many things when moving in with you

A/N: Just a little idea that came to mind when I saw this post. It was supposed to just be a short drabble and posted a while ago but it took me a longer to finish it because I kept adding little things. I hope you all like it, let me know what you think!

The day had finally arrived. All of Wanda's things were packed and she was ready to move in with you.

You had a house away from the compound, so it made the most sense to move there.

She wasn't completely nervous about living with you. You were considerate and thought of her at every turn, you had even arranged a truck to gather her things, but the feeling lingered.

There was one set of things she was really unsure about and Wanda wasn't sure what your response would be when you saw them.

"Let's get started," you state with a kind smile on your face as you begin your first of many trips to the moving truck.

It was sad to see that Wanda's life from Sokovia fit into one box. It was filled with things like the clothes she wore before her country was destroyed to small trinkets she managed to save in the rubble reminding her of her family.

She didn't think she would recover from losing Pietro as well as her home all in one day. But she did and as much as you would deny it, it was thanks to you and your support.

Other boxes were filled with new memories she had collected over the years since then. It was funny for Wanda to realise, as she was packing her things to leave, that these people she now considers her family and this place has been her home.

She packed things like photographs with the team, new hobbies she picked up along the way and the bane of your existence - the clothes she had 'borrowed' from you.

There must have been at least a whole suitcase full of your things making you half joke about the fact that she was making you do double the work because she couldn't have just left them at yours in the first place.

She was ready with her rebuttal saying some of her clothes were already at yours giving you a cheeky smile that you kissed away as you walked by her. It didn't stop you from commenting on another two cases that were filled with more of her clothes.

Slowly but surely you were making progress. You made sure you were careful because you didn't want to damage anything.

You couldn't blame Wanda for the amount of things she had. The way her life has panned out, of course she would have grown attachments to the things she has in her life when she has already lost so much.

When the idea of moving in with each other first occurred, after many conversations about your future together, both you and Wanda agree that if you want to have a life and a family together you would do so as normally as possible.

That meant she was not allowed to use her powers and you were not allowed to hire a bunch of people to do all the hard work of loading the truck. Now, that you had lost count of how many times you had walked between the truck and Wanda's room, you were regretting making that decision so soon.

As bags and boxes became more and more scarce, Wanda was dreading the oncoming realisation of what was left. Not to mention how many of them there were.

You look around at the remaining bundles assessing what is left while also taking a short breather, "These are all your books?" You question with your hands on your hips and eyebrows furrowed, confusion lacing your voice.

Wanda hums, but you are too deep in thought to hear the unsureness behind it.

"I thought it was just a little cabinet you had, where did all these come from?" You continue, still thinking to yourself.

"I had to keep a lot stored because I didn't have the space for them all," Wanda grimaces behind you. While you are still unaware of her uneasiness.

Your shoulders drop, looking disappointed as you look around at the amount that is surrounding you.

Wanda interrupts your thoughts, "I'll get rid of some, I know I have a lot. I just figured I could do it after moving them to yours? Because they are already packed," she trails off.

You look more perplexed than before, "What? Why would you do that?"

"Because I have too many," she says, almost as if it is a question.

"No, it's fine, I have the room for them all," you say casually. If you knew about Wanda's hesitance you would have cracked your usual joke of having 'Stark money' because of your father. Instead you turn back around to face the piles of boxes and suitcases filled with varying literature. "It's just that I ordered a bookshelf, but it's definitely not going to be big enough. I'll have to cancel it."

As you walk over to some boxes where the flaps are still open, you close them while you continue, Wanda watching you move with ease, "I was just thinking I can install my own shelves on an empty wall I have, but I'll need to reinforce them because I wouldn't want the shelves to dip in the middle from the weight."

Wanda feels a sense of relief as well as her body filling with warmth that only you can do without even knowing. Always thinking ahead, of what she needs.

When you finish rambling about what type of wood you will buy, how much to get, and what size you will need, you finish taping the last unsecure box looking in Wanda's direction.

Wanda feels her heart full of love for you and with a smile of admiration present on her face she walks slowly over to you.

These were the thoughts that were plaguing your mind. Not that her things were an inconvenience. But how best you can accommodate her.

She places her arms around your neck, one hand playing with the hairs at the nape of your neck, while your arms automatically wrap around her waist. Wanda looks at you for a second before she rests her forehead against yours, sighing through her nose, signalling the weight lifting from her shoulders.

"Are you okay, my love?" you ask quietly.

She nods her head slightly against you, "I just love you a whole lot, you know that?" Wanda smiles. How could she have ever doubted you?

Every worry Wanda had, you countered with a solution. Every time. All new furniture was already built fresh, ready for her to organise all her things when she arrives at the house with everything today.

Whenever Wanda voiced her concerns about any little thing; too many clothes, shoes, records and her unvoiced biggest collection - her books. You were already thinking of a way to make it work. An example being when you jabbered on about extending the closet space so you would both get all your clothes in the same place, 'it needed a revamp anyway' you said so easily.

"Well that's good. Because I love you a whole lot," you reply, matching her smile.

Wanda presses her lips softly against yours, hoping to convey what she can't say in words with the action.

This is the happiness Wanda was never able to let herself feel worthy of. Worry around every corner of another person she can potentially lose.

But with you, you make everything better. More than she could have ever imagined so.

"As much as I'd like to keep holding you, we still have a bit to go," you say when the kiss ends.

Once everything is moved out you give Wanda a moment alone in her now old and empty room. She makes her way over to the stand beside her bed remembering two things she hadn't packed.

A couple of framed photos; one of her as a child with her family, it was crumpled from always keeping it with her but still meant more to her than anything else she owned; the second was a photo with the avengers and you holding her from behind at one of your father's famous party's.

She tears up a little at all the people she is able to call family and smiles when she thinks about the one she will make with you.

After a moment longer she makes her way to where you are outside talking to Natasha and Steve near the truck.

Wanda says goodbye to them with a hug each before turning to leave. They say their farewells, confirming they will see you both soon because there is always something to do in your line of work. You joke about the fact it's been a while since your dad threw a party and it would be more likely you will see them at one of those sooner than the world ending.

As you buckle yourself in, Wanda does the same then takes a look at the compound. Now that she is moving out, Wanda feels a heaviness in her chest, she didn't think she would ever actually leave this place despite not seeing it as her home for the longest time.

You take her hand in her lap and affirm she is okay before starting up the truck. She meets your eyes and the action lifts the weight on her chest as she nods her head.

It has been a slow dream come true for Wanda. Finding a home in you. A dream she didn't even know she had until things started to get serious with you. It was something she never knew she wanted but now knows it is what she has always needed.

"Let's go home," you say, kissing the back of her hand, smiling softly.

Wanda holds your hand tighter as you let it rest in her lap. Returning your soft smile, she whispers emotionally, "I already am home."

The smile on your face widens knowing what she means. Silently agreeing she is your home too.

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I think Carlos may have a soft spot for Charles and I'm not saying this because I ship them. Carlos is always so considerate and thoughtful with him and he always seems very attuned to his needs as well. I often think about Singapore last year, because that race was right after Monza and after Carlos' mother liked that tweet about Charles and honour; you could see there was a strange air surrounding them and Carlos was glued to Charles the whole weekend but in a very discreet manner, always making sure to give him enough space. He also didn't miss the opportunity to reassure Charles that he does like his teammate (during the fan meeting with the Alpine drivers) and you can see in the clip that Charles was visibly relieved. As for Charles, before the announcement (that's how we're gonna refer to it I guess) I too thought that Charles didn't care about Carlos as much as Carlos cares about him, but boy was I wrong… They both care about the other a whole lot and it will be hard to see them part ways at the end of the season

I'm with you on this 100%. You know, after the Monza incident there was so much speculation in fandom, and then Singapore happened and we were all like, running in circles because we thought Charles was furious. I even wrote a whole fic around it because I really felt the tension, and I wasn't the only one, the Monza thing awakened a lot of feelings in a lot of people 😂 But, funnily enough, it all went away soon after. Around that fan forum you mentioned and, for example, in COTA; they were all cozy around each other all over again. They were calling each other pet names, they did the lasso thing... I think they patched it all up right around Japan. I'm willing to bet Carlos apologized to Charles about his mother's faux pas. Because he's not his mother, and Charles knows this, but Carlos still wanted to make a point to apologize to him because it wasn't nice. Especially since both of them were very much enjoying their fight on track during Monza! I do believe that Carlos was a bit affronted but when he got out of the car and Charles was looking ecstatic, he just let it go. Immediately. He'd (we'd) never seen Charles behaving like that after a race, he was elated. Which shows us, once again, that Charles really loves Carlos as a teammate and as a competitor. He does see him as his ultimate rival, in the end what's the saying? Your teammate is your biggest competitor? And that's them. There's incredible amounts of respect between each other.

And they got closer, even, after COTA and after Qatar, I'm willing to bet. They looked so close in Mexico and Interlagos, and then Vegas... like the whole united front thing looked absolutely compelling and real. They were spending a lot of time off-track together, too. I think that after Monza, they had a lot of talks. Either about life or the team, (Charles does like to insist on telling us they talk about a lot more than work whenever they do spend time together off-track) and I firmly believe they reached a point in which their friendship bloomed. They probably found common ground somewhere and decided, well, if they fans are going to constantly pit us against each other, then let's show them how wrong they are. Unfortunately we didn't get much from Charles after Carlos got hurt during the Vegas practice, but still. He was close to Carlos. Very, very close, and they behaved really sweetly towards each other during that weekend and Carlos really did lament several times that he wasn't close to Charles on track to fight the Red Bulls because of the car. I don't know, anon, if at some point I was a Charlos believer now I'm a Charlos truther because they've shown me time and time again that they genuinely like each other. As people, as teammates, as rivals. They admire and respect each other! We can't forget (we'll never forget) that time Carlos admitted to following Charles' carreer in F2. It's etched into the collective brain of the Charlos fandom. So... Yeah. Carlos Sainz Jr. having a soft spot for Charles Leclerc and his pretty eyes? Checks out. Also: the fact that Charles lets Carlos be his touchy self with him when he wasn't this tactile with any of his previous teammates says... a lot about Carlos' magnetism and power of conviction. Because he never moves away or rejects him, he's always open and waiting for Carlos to touch him. So. It's a win in all fronts tbh.

#Charlos #Carlos Sainz Jr #Charles Leclerc #let me know what you think #another unhinged ramble about guys in fast cars #thank got it's saturday and i could actually focus on this one for a change #ask #anon #vic talks #charlos thoughts

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The Vampire Woman - Chapter 26

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As it turns out, sharing privileged information about vampires is a dangerous affair.

None of them could have expected this, not when they’re in Lena’s apartment, one of the safest places on the planet, and none of them know how someone has managed to get to them.

As soon as Sam had opened her mouth to start answering some of Kara’s questions after she had woken up, something hit them. Lena, Sam and Kara keel over, their hands clutching their ears in an attempt to block out the agonizing noise attacking them.

Kara drops to her knees, the least experienced with her advanced hearing, thus unable to try and cut off the incessant high-pitched ringing that is assaulting her from seemingly every angle.

Soon enough, the noise turns to words, or rather, one word.

“Hush.”

The way one single word can make a vampire’s already cold blood turn to ice is horrifying, terrifying, and everything in between.

Lena and Sam’s eyes lock onto each other as the noise stops, freeing them from the prison of pain they’ve found themselves unexpectantly trapped in. For the most part, Kara is just trying to catch her breath, stunned by what just happened and barely holding herself together as the fear catches up with her, her brain processing that she was just in a considerable amount of pain, and now she’s not.

“What the fuck?” Sam had just about curled over out of the chair she was sitting in when it happened, and now, she leans back, making a conscious effort to rid herself of the tension that wound up around every muscle in her body.

Seeing Sam compose herself and ease the strain out of her stiff shoulders, neck and spine, Lena follows suit. With the tightness there, she almost wonders if she got rigor mortis a few centuries too late.

“We need to move somewhere else, somewhere safer.” Lena pants out, barely catching her breath.

“Like where?”

“I’m not going to say, clearly, we’re being listened to,” Lena says, not bothering to lower her voice. It won’t do any of them any good.

Kara is still on her knees, her eyes firmly fixed on the carpet, her mind reeling. Her panic, anxiety and fear are scuttling around under her skin like a thousand tiny bugs burrowed away inside her. It makes her itch but she can’t seem to make herself move; she doesn’t have the energy after that.

Alex rushes to her side. She and Ruby were giving the three of them some space by sitting in the kitchen while the vampires and hybrid have their discussion, but upon hearing the pained gasps and grunts, they gave up on their stations in favour of making a beeline for their loved ones.

Dropping down before her sister, Alex’s hands brace along Kara’s jaw, cradling her head in her soft, worried embrace. “Kara? Kara, are you ok?”

Kara nods weakly against her palms, very obviously not ok.

“We can’t go anywhere yet, it’s too light out. What do we do?” Sam asks, her eyes darting between Lena and Ruby. “If it’s not safe here, I don’t want Ruby here. Maybe you can get Frank or Jess to come and get her so we can send her somewhere she’ll be better protected.”

“Sam, nothing is going to happen to her. We all know that a hundred vampires could break in here right now and nothing could come remotely close to hurting her because we would rip them to shreds if we had to. Besides, for us to be heard, that means another vampire knows where we are, and they must be strong. However, no vampire can walk in the light of day unscathed.”

Sam shakes her head before pointing at Kara, raising an eyebrow at Lena.

“No, a hybrid wouldn’t have enough power to hear us from the ground, and there’s no way they’re inside the building; the security is too tight. I built this place, and I have safeguards in place to prevent outside ears from listening in. I have no idea how they got around it, but I need to figure out how they did it so I can stop it from happening again.

Alex manages to shuffle Kara up and get her on the couch. It’s clear she’s not doing well, and while she’s doing her best to remain stony-faced, unshed tears are making her eyes glisten and her clenched jaw gives away just how disturbed she is by what just happened.

Her breathing is ragged; Lena can hear it clear as day, and her hands are clenched into fists atop her knees. Lena reaches out to unclasp it, hoping to relax her somewhat, but she tears herself away, stretching her back out until it clicks and shrinking in on herself.

“Kara?” Alex tries again, and seeing the way Kara winces at the sound of her sister’s voice, Lena realizes what’s happening.

“She’s overwhelmed. I fear the audio attack we’ve just faced may have momentarily tipped her over the edge. There are headphones on the nightstand in my room. They’re noise cancelling and should help her regain her senses once again, would you mind fetching them for her?”

Lena barely gets her question out before Alex is on her way to get them. She’s grateful to be given a task, something to do to make her feel useful because, quite frankly, she hasn’t got a fucking clue what just happened. All she knows is that they’re being listened to and that means she has to be careful with what she’s saying. Given that she doesn’t know what is classified as dangerous, she’s opting to say as little as possible.

She grabs the headphones and rushes back to the living room to fit them over Kara’s head, ignoring the blonde’s hands as she reaches out to take them from her. Once they’re firmly in place, she tucks a few stray curls out of her face and sits beside her, her brow furrowed in worry.

“I don’t have a clue what is going on but I need answers as to what just happened and I need to know that you’ve got a plan.” She stares into Lena’s eyes for a brief moment before moving over to lock eyes on the chestnut brown ones of the other vampire, who has her daughter tucked beneath her arm protectively, the younger girl’s head resting against her arm.

“You’ll have to let me figure that one out for myself before I can answer that, Alex.” Lena huffs, annoyed that she’s out of the loop. If there’s one thing she hates more than being threatened by a mysterious voice that is paired with the audio equivalent of being stabbed in the ears repeatedly, it’s not knowing something. Lena has to figure this out.

Lena’s senses are going crazy as she ushers everyone into the back of Frank’s car, and she has no doubt that Sam is just as on edge as she is.

They have been waiting all day for the chance to leave, waiting for the sun to go down just enough for them to get out of the apartment and get to L-Corp. At least there, they’ll know they’re safe. The only problem with that is their relative certainty that the person who sent them that message is a vampire too, a strong one at that. That means they could show up at any time, and all they can do is cross their fingers and hope they can get to L-Corp without meeting them.

“Frank, don’t dawdle. Take the fastest route and be on guard. If you see anything suspicious, you must let us know.”

“Of course, Ms Luthor.” Frank drones, his foot hitting the gas pedal before they’ve even had a chance to put their seatbelts on.

A horn sounds from behind them as they cut off some poor soul who’s probably on their way home from work. Kara flinches at the sound, and Lena pulls her into her side more firmly before making sure the cups of the headphones are over her ears properly. “Keep them on. You’ll be on edge for a while so it’s best to leave them on until we at least get where we’re going.”

Kara presses herself into Lena’s side more firmly, taking comfort in the tight grip she has around her shoulders. It’s steadying and makes her feel like nothing can touch her. Her right hand reaches over to grab Alex’s, who looks just about ready to jump into Sam’s lap with how wide her eyes are, constantly searching for the threat they can’t see. The only reason she hasn’t already done it is because Ruby is huddled so tightly to Sam already, Kara’s certain.

Frank makes the judgment call not to take the fastest route but the most populated, figuring that if someone or something is after them, then it’s best he uses the public as their safety blanket. No vampire wants to be exposed to the world, and no vampire is going to risk attacking them on Main Street, he’s pretty sure of that. Not unless the vampire is dumb or overly cocky anyway.

Lena takes note of Frank’s choice but doesn’t say anything. She understands why he did it, but she would still prefer it if he followed her instructions. Fighting over it now isn’t going to help anyone though. It’s already tough keeping everything moving smoothly when they’re all on edge. If she makes a fuss about it, that will scare everyone even more.

Closing her eyes, Lena listens out for any sound that could be coming from someone who wants to hurt them, her ears working overtime to try and find footsteps that aren’t matched by a heartbeat or the telltale sound of some supervillain cackling malevolently in some dark, abandoned building.

Frank pulls up around the side of L-Corp, bringing them to the same side door that Kara was first brought through by him long ago when Lena had him bring her to her. This time, nobody needs to get threatened by a gun to go inside, although Kara wishes she had one stuffed in the waistband of her pants so she could whip it out like she’s in an action movie and get her revenge on Frank.

They all scuttle through the door, their heads swivelling as they duck inside, trying their best to spot anyone down the alley.

The door clangs shut behind them, but none of them lose any tension from their shoulders. None of them release the breath they’re holding. Something doesn’t feel right.

“Everyone get down to the lab,” Lena demands, her ears straining to find anyone who isn’t meant to be here and coming up empty. Diving for her phone, she calls up the new head of security, someone she hired after Vasquez was murdered. She’s not sure if she likes her just yet but doesn’t get any negative feelings from her. “Ms Lane, I want a full head count and a list of everyone in the building please. Anyone who isn’t security is to be taken to the second-floor conference room. Once I’ve reviewed the list and checked on the staff, I’ll decide on further steps.”

“Of course, Ms Luthor. Is there anything you’d like me to prepare for?”

“Just be ready. We might have to move fast.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Lena shuts the lab door behind them firmly before heading straight for the safe room. “I know it’s not your favourite place in the world, but please just go in here for now. I’m not sure what’s happening, but I’ll be able to handle it better knowing you’re safe.” She swings the door open and gestures inside.

Ruby is the first to pass through the door after a not-so-gentle nudge from her mom and Alex is right behind her, quickly followed by Frank.

“You too,” Lena says softly, squeezing Kara’s hand. “You’ll be more protected from an audio attack in there, and I’ll feel better knowing there’s someone powerful in there to protect Ruby. I know Sam will too.”

“I will,” Sam confirms.

“Is Jess still here?” Kara asks, backing into the room. “Are you going to bring her down here?”

Lena’s eyes widen. “Oh shit. Sam, can you go and get her? I imagine she’s either already been rounded into the conference room or at her desk.”

Sam takes a second to enter the safe room, duck down to press a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, and then whisper a gentle reassurance to her before she darts off up the stairs, much quicker than the humans in the room were expecting, all of them left shell shocked by the causal display of power.

Kara moves into the room and waits just inside the door. “She should be back in just a moment, right? No point in shutting the door until Jess is here.”

Lena nods but looks around nervously. “I guess so, but it’d still make me feel better.”

“We all saw how quickly Sam just ran off, she’ll be back in no time.”

“They’ll be longer than you think. The day Jess lets anyone make her move that quick is the day a janitor is mopping up her puke from every step in the stairwell. It’ll be like a breadcrumb trail, except it’s just the regurgitated sub she had for lunch.”

Kara pinches the bridge of her nose between her fingers, wincing as she tries not to picture that. “Yep, thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome,” Lena smiles playfully, although it doesn’t feel completely genuine, the unease in her eyes overtaking the brief moment of joy.

“It’ll be ok.” Kara tries reassuring her but knows her thunderous heart is giving her away. She almost died the last time they were in a situation like this. Now someone else is threatening them, and she’s got to somehow not freak out.

Sam comes barging down the stairs at full speed, practically throwing Jess into the saferoom before barging Lena into there too before she slams the door shut behind them, locking them all in.

“What are you doing?” Lena exclaims.

“Shut up.” Sam commands, barely glancing back at the group, which now includes a very green-looking Jess. “They’re here.”

“What?” Lena whispers, almost inaudibly.

Not a moment later, a long, deep scratch can be heard from the other side of the door, trailing across it with a noise that makes them all raise their shoulders up in an attempt to protect their ears.

Alex notices Ruby quivering against the back wall and tucks her arm around the girl, noting how she immediately clutches her arms around her waist and buries her head into her chest.

Jess takes the other side of Ruby, joining in on the impromptu hug, a familiar figure for her to draw comfort from.

Frank just huddles in the corner, his necklace pulled out from under his shirt, the little cross held tightly between his clenched hands as he mouths the words to a prayer that won’t protect him.

“I hear you.” A dark voice sing-songs from outside. “I can hear your fear.”

Lena turns to everyone, a finger pressed to her lips to warn everyone to be quiet.

“If you think this adorable little room will protect you, you’re wrong. I know who you’re hiding in there. I know what you’re hiding in there. A beat. “Hybrid.”

Kara’s eyes are so wide she’s confident they might just roll right out of her head. Her hands clutch at the headphones, and to stop herself from accidentally breaking them, she shoves them back onto her head, regretting ever taking them off when they got down here.

Lena holds her hands out to her, holding her palms out flat to reassure her that everything is fine. She’s not going to let anyone hurt her.

“Give me the creature and I’ll leave. Nobody has to get hurt here.”

A snarl rips itself free from Lena’s throat, her protective side coming out in spades as she thinks about what someone could possibly do to Kara. Obviously, whatever she is planning isn’t good. Nobody who has good intentions with someone calls them a ‘creature.’

“Ah, so someone in there has a pair of balls. I like that, and I’d recognize that sound anywhere. You made that sound back when we first met too. So feisty, Ms Luthor.” A sinister laugh travels through the door, muffled by the metal but no less terrifying. “Or should I say, Lenetta Kieran? I bet you don’t even remember; you low-levels never do.”

Lena’s lip curls dangerously. She knows that was her name. Her first name. It’s changed many times across the centuries, often whenever she moved from city to city, or even across the minimal number of countries she’s been to, but that’s one she’ll never forget.

Only one person she met during that time was a vampire too. One person who definitely shouldn’t be here. Someone that she was sure died so long ago. Someone who paid the ultimate price for their crimes but apparently managed to duck beneath Death’s scythe.

“You know me, don’t you, Lena?” The voice taunts, and all of a sudden, Lena is back in her chambers in England. She’s human again, her last moments of being a normal person. The final moment before her life is robbed of her.

Lena’s hand moves without her consent, reaching forward to open the door.

Sam grabs her wrist, fighting against her, shocked by the amount of strength Lena is using to reach forward. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Open the door for me, Lena. You know you want to.”

Kara wraps her arms around Lena from behind, trapping her arms at her side as much as she can, knowing full well that this isn’t a fight she can win. Lena has to resist for them to win this battle.

Sam clings to her wrist, a flame burning deep inside her. She won’t let her do this, not when Ruby’s safety depends on it.

“Don’t make me stop you, Lena.”

“Lena, open the door.”

Lena feels as though something has nestled deep into her brain, changing the wiring and drawing her closer to the person on the other side of the door, pulling her like they’re magnets attracting. She has the desire to resist it but also feels like her wants are not her own. A part of her wants nothing more than to open the door while her logical brain screams at her that it’s a trap.

“Lena, don’t,” Kara mutters in her ear, her arms pressing deep into her stomach as she pulls back on her. Her warmth is steadying against her back and helps guide Lena through the fog.

“I won’t,” Lena says, her tone lacking its usual bite. “You might as well go, you can’t hurt us in here and we’re not handing anyone over to you.”

A cackling laugh travels through the thick metal of the door. “Interesting. You’re stronger than I imagined you to be. Nowhere near strong enough, but you’ve got a little bit of bite to your bark. I like that.”

“Just go!”

“I can’t do that. Give me the hybrid and I won’t harm the humans you’re hiding. That’s the deal. I can smell them. I can smell you all. You have three…no, four. There are four humans in there, two vampires and the hybrid. One in seven isn’t a bad loss. Hand it over.”

Kara bites her lip and winces as nails once again scratch against the door, causing an obvious amount of damage. The door won’t hold forever. Lena made this one of the safest places on the planet, yet here they are, sitting piglets as the big bad wolf slowly taunts them as she blows their house down. “Maybe I should just—”

“Absolutely not.” Lena cuts her off, turning around in her arms and taking her muscled arms in her hands, holding her tightly as though she’s about to open the door after begging her not to do it just moments before. “You’re not doing that. We’re fine, we’re safe in here.”

“Not forever.” The voice singsongs. “How long do you think it’ll take for me to get through this door? A few minutes? An hour? A day? I can wait you out. I have nothing but time.”

“Are you a vampire?” Lena asks, unsure if she actually wants to know the answer, but in a much better state of mind than she was before, clearly the woman has stopped controlling her for now.

“You could say that.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Telling me.” Lena smiles through the darkness, pulling out her phone and tapping the screen with her fingers faster than the flap of a hummingbird's wings. She then shoves it back in her pocket and presses Kara’s headphones against her ears more firmly. “Sam, Kara, this is going to hurt. I’m so sorry.”

The loudest, most ear-piercing ringing booms through the entire building, ten times worse than the audio attack they suffered at the hands of the mysterious woman and strong enough that it knocks not only the vampires to the floor but also causes the humans to cover their ears. It’s not enough to hurt them, but it’s not comfortable.

They hear a piercing scream on the other side of the door, demonic sounding undertones to it reaching forth and battering the lab. They hear the faint smashing sound as beakers and test tubes shatter from the mixture of the scream and Lena’s defence system.

It pauses, and all goes silent.

They relax against the floor, loosening their stiff limbs from their foetal positions. Lena swallows harshly. “It’ll just keep going. The system will take short breaks every so often. It’s random too. It gives anyone affected a chance to leave. I’ll leave it on for as long as necessary. We can endure longer than you. We’re more protected in here than you are out there. We have the upper hand. Get out while you can.”

“No!”

The noise starts up again, and Kara cries out in anguish, the least able to deal with it out of all of them. Lena knows that, at least she does when she’s not also being assaulted by the noise. She just hopes that the woman doesn’t call their bluff. If she does, they really are screwed.

They tighten back up into their foetal positions, their hands covering their ears, and their eyes slam shut.

Another scream from outside the door.

Silence.

“We can do this all day if we have to. We’re not opening the door.” Lena pants. “Give it up.”

Silence.

“You can’t win.”

Silence.

“Why do you want her so badly that you are willing to endure this pain?”

“I’m not. I’ll be back, don’t worry. I’ll find you again, not that it will be difficult; your name’s on the building.”

The door slams.

Silence.

The screeching starts up again, and as much as Lena wants to text security and have them shut off the noise, she can’t make herself move at all through the assault. They have to wait for the next break in the noise.

It does come eventually, but it feels like it takes an eternity. As soon as it stops, Lena dives for her phone and submits the order. It’s over for now. If she’s really gone, that is.

They all unravel from their positions, slowly sitting up.

“Is everyone alright?” Sam asks, her eyes pinned on her daughter. “Ruby?”

“I’m ok, mom. Is she gone?”

Sam turns her ear to the door, listening for the woman.

Silence.

“She’s gone.”

“Are you sure?” Alex asks, her eyebrows furrowed and fear written across every inch of her face.

Lena wraps her arms around Kara’s shaking body. “We’re certain. I think you should stay here while Sam and I go out there and secure the building properly. We’ll come and get you once we’re sure that’s done.”

Nobody puts up a fight. Nobody wants to leave their little sanctuary, fear still coursing through their veins and taking over them.

Kara is still shaking over an hour later and it has everyone worried about her. She’s sure it’s just adrenaline, but Lena and Alex have forced her to lie down on a gurney—a new one. Lillian really did a number on the last one when she escaped from being bound to it.

“I’m ok.”

“I’m sure you are, but you’ve been through a lot today, and you were practically tortured by not only her but also my defence system. We believe we only got one over on her today because a person like that doesn’t think that people below them can have similar ideas to them. I installed the frequency emitters after the Lillian thing. I wanted to be sure that I have something to rid the building of vampires should the need arise.”

“Smart.” Kara shifts, moving to take the headphones off.

Lena gently bats her hands away, keeping them in place and instead connecting them up to her phone and offering it to her so she can play some music instead. “Find something relaxing, maybe try to rest for a while. Even if you can’t sleep, you should just try to relax your body and close your eyes.”

“What about you?”

“I have work to do.”

“You should at least take half an hour to yourself, maybe sit down and try meditating or something. You can’t think if your head is everywhere at once.”

Lena leans down and presses her lips to Kara’s forehead softly. “I’ll be fine. I’ll rest once my work is done.”

Kara sighs. She already knows she’s not winning this one right now, so she turns her head until she spots Jess. “Hey! Can you make sure she rests soon, Jess?”

“You got it.” Jess gives her a thumbs up, pausing her sweeping to do so before going right back to cleaning up the broken glass.

“Thanks,” Kara calls out as she settles back down, turning on some soft music and trying not to think about how there are six people milling about the room around her.

Lena shakes her head at her softly, amused but also slightly annoyed by her actions. This woman is something else. Even after suffering through something that is definitely traumatic, she’s still trying to make sure she’s looked after too. If she could blush, she would be beet red.

“She’s not so bad,” Frank admits from his place on a random stool near to where Lena is standing.

“She’s not bad at all, and I’m just happy she didn’t try to have you kicked out of the room before she settled down.”

Frank hums softly. “She doesn’t like me very much.”

“That’s the understatement of the century.”

“I stand by what I did.”

“I know you do, but you cannot deny that what you did traumatized her deeply, just as my actions did the same to her. Our relationship has flourished since then, but it has not come without its trials and tribulations, of which I’m certain are not completely finished.”

Frank nods slowly. “I know what I did. I know what harm I caused. I know it’s not rational that I dislike her for not wanting to help you that day; she had every right and reason to refuse, but I care about you. I’ve been your driver for years, and you’re like family to me.”

Lena looks down, forcing herself to hide the tiny smile the old man just forced onto her face. “You’re like my family too. I just…can you try and get along with her? She’s lost a lot because of me and having you guys at odds just adds unease into her life that she shouldn’t have to deal with.”

“As you wish.” Frank nods. “I’ll be nice to her.”

“Thank you, that’s all I ask.” Lena squeezes his arm gently. “Now, why don’t you go and get Jess to find you somewhere to lie down too? You can call your family and let them know you’ll be home late and try to relax. At your age, you have to take it easy after something like what happened today.”

“Cheeky madam. I’ll be fine, but I suppose I should let Mandy know.” Frank grins at her before standing up and shuffling over to Jess, who eases the broom down before leading him upstairs so he can rest and call his wife.

She moves to her station where she was working on the synthetic blood, eager to see if any of her experiments she was working on have garnered any results, but her cold, unbeating heart shatters as she takes in the sight of it all strewn across the station and ground broken, her notes ripped to shreds. Whoever that woman was, she doesn’t want her to be working on this, and if she could tell what the experiment was just from her notes and the experiments, then she’s smart. Smarter than Lena would like her to be.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Sam and Alex both wander over to come and look over her shoulder.

“Oh crap,” Alex mutters. “Is that the artificial blood experiments?”

“Yep, I guess this means I’ve got to start all them over again. Fuck. At least I remember what was in the notes, so I don’t have to start completely from scratch.”

Sam squeezes her shoulder reassuringly. “I’m sorry, Lena.”

“Me too, but it’s not the end of the world.” She ducks her head. “I’d rather it just be this than any of you.”

Sam nods. “Me too. Need a hand cleaning up?”

“No, I’m good. Why don’t you and Ruby go and hang out in my office? Ruby can nap there if she wants to. I’ve got this covered.”

“Translation: you want us to scarper so you can try and make sense of everything that happened.”

Lena rolls her eyes. “Yes, that. Now scram.”

“You’ve got it.” Sam turns on her heel and eases Ruby up from where she’s sitting to take her upstairs and away from here.

“Oh, and Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s another safe room in my office; use it if you have to.”

Sam nods at her one last time with a reassuring smile before the mother-daughter duo leave the lab, leaving only Lena, Alex and Kara.

Alex finds a box of gloves nearby, washes her hands and snaps a pair on before helping Lena clear up the mess left all over the place.

“You don’t have to.”

Alex shrugs, not stopping for even a second. “I know, I want to. You protected us today and this is what I can do to thank you. I don’t know what that woman wants with my sister, but I know you’re not going to let her do anything either, not to Kara.”

Lena’s lips quirk up. “That’s true. I won’t let anyone hurt Kara. However, I do have to figure out who that woman is. She had a hold on me that I’ve never felt before, and I need to know exactly how and why she was able to do it.”

“That sounds smart.”

“It means I won’t be able to work on my artificial blood project though. I can’t do both, but I need to.” Lena sighs. “If I don’t work on the blood, the supply will run low again. I can’t risk becoming as starving as I was when I met Kara. If I work on that and put the research into this woman on the backburner then I’m opening us up to an attack. What do I do?”

“You’re a billionaire, right?”

Lena frowns, pausing to look over at Alex in confusion. “Yes, why?”

“Just pay someone to do it.” She shrugs. “You have a load of scientists in this building during the day. Just get a few to work on the blood.”

“But I can’t let anyone know I’m a vampire. That’s the problem.” Lena shakes her head.

“Do you really think only vampires need blood?” Alex laughs, amused. “The hospital is always in need of donations. Believe me, I would know.”

Lena’s eyes grow wide. “Oh, shit. I forgot you’re a doctor. How are you having so much time off?”

“They’ve been trying to get me to take my vacation time for years. So has Kara for that matter.”

“Sounds like something Kara would do,” Lena admits.

“Yeah, but as much as I like resting. I love the feeling of helping people and saving lives. Sometimes, I like to work with patients, and sometimes I do lab testing. I love it.”

Just like that, a metaphorical lightbulb shines brightly over Lena’s head. “Lab work, you say?”

“Lab testing. It’s different.”

“But you’re familiar with bloodwork?”

“No. Nope. Not going to happen. No.” Alex shakes her head. “I like my work at the hospital.”

“And you can still do that, I will just have you come here and also be part of the team working on this.”

Alex sighs. “How big would the team be?”

“Two?”

Alex’s eyebrows raise so high they almost merge with her hairline. “Are you nuts? Only two people?”

“Me and you.”

“Definitely not. The hospital needs the extra help with the testing, so I won’t stop doing that.”

“I’ll start up an initiative to train and send some more people their way then. That means you’ll have time to come over and help.”

Alex shakes her head at Lena. “Why do you want me so bad?”

Lena ducks her head, shuffling her feet against some broken glass. “Surprisingly, I trust you and know I can speak openly around you. I don’t have that a lot of the time and I’ve never had the opportunity to work with anyone in the lab on something so personal. I’d like to know how it feels to work with a friend.”

“We’re friends?”

Lena clears her throat. “Not to make it weird or anything. I just…you’re my girlfriend’s sister, but I also kind of like you. You’re not bad for a human.”

Alex smirks at her, her hip propped against the nearest surface. “You’re not too bad for a vampire, I suppose. You should definitely roll out that initiative for the hospital.”

“You’ll do it?” Lena’s head snaps up. “Really?”

“I’ll think about it, but helping the hospital is a great way to inspire me to agree.”

Lena grins. “I look forward to working with you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and clean, then we can get some of these experiments going again and you can rewrite those notes.”

Lena lifts a few of the ripped sheets of paper and tries to jigsaw them together. “Do you think that if we get some tape—”

“Rewrite them.” Alex cuts her off. “You’re going to be a pain to work with. I can see it now.”

Lena smiles up at her smugly. “Yep, but you can’t back out now.”

“Of course I can.” Alex disagrees.

“Nope, because I’m going to tell Kara you said yes, and you can’t say no to Kara. That would be like kicking a puppy.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Alex glares at her.

“Probably not, but it’s a good threat.”

Alex’s shoulders slump. She hates that she actually kind of likes Lena now. She still gets the odd spark of rage when she thinks about Lena back when she first met Kara and the harm she caused her, but seeing the pair so lovey-dovey and the way Kara grins when Lena’s around has done wonders for making her come around to the vampire woman.

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

They silently keep cleaning, Lena getting tired part way through and using her speed to run through the rest of the lab quickly.

Alex shakes her head at her, but it doesn’t last as her eyes focus on her sleeping sister. “Promise me you’ll focus on that woman. I’ll handle the blood; you just keep her safe.”

“I’ll do my best. I promise.”

“Thank you. That’s all I needed to hear.”

“Just for the record though, I’m not leaving the blood just to you. I trust you, but not enough for you to do it alone.” Lena bumps her shoulder into Alex’s, almost sending the redhead flying.

“Asshole.”

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thiswasneverthat · 9 months

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monday

ㅡ seven masterlist

❅ chan x fem!reader

❅ smut, slight fluff

❅ masturbating (f&m), exhibitionism, slight dirty talks

❅ wc: 900+

After a seemingly endless day at the office, you were finally back home, and the sense of relief you feel was truly indescribable. There was nothing quite like being in the comfort of your own space after a long and hectic day.

"Ugh, I miss him," you breathed out heavily as you kick off your high heels and throw yourself onto the velvet couch in the living room.

Earlier in the morning, Chris told you that he had a few meetings and he would be home a little later than usual.

There were times when you wanted to ask him not to overwork himself, but unlike you who merely work because the earning was adequate, Chris took pride in his work and genuinely strives to achieve excellence in everything he did.

Well, one thing about Chrisㅡ aside from being an amazing boyfriend, he was also very good at his job. That also kind of explained why he was the boss' favorite employee.

So, for the time being, while you were waiting for him to come home, you had no other option but to entertain yourself.

Without putting much thought into it, you took off your professional attire and made your way to the bathroom. You then filled up the bathtub with warm water and bubble baths before you soaked yourself in.

Hardly five minutes inside the bathtub, you instantly felt as if you were in another dimension. The warm water gave you a considerable amount of solace and was working wonders in soothing your aching muscles. But not only that, both of your hands were also working in sync underwater to indulge yourself.

"Ahㅡ shit," a hoarse grunt rolled out of your throat the moment you slipped your middle finger between your folds.

Acting on instinct, you threw your head back slightly and spread your legs as wide as the bathtub allowed. One of your hands was still caressing your cunt, meanwhile, the other one was stimulating your tits and nipples.

"Chris, baby.. pleaseㅡ" with eyes gradually sealing shut, you moaned his name as you imagined that it was his finger moving in and out of your throbbing cunt.

Inside your head, you replayed all the things he did to you the night before. How he rubbed his thumb against your clit; how he moved his fingers inside your cunt in scissoring motions; and how he curled his fingers to tease your most sensitive spot while assisting you to ride your high.

However, this time, no matter how much effort you put into it, you ended up feeling frustrated because you were not able to achieve what you wanted. You couldn't satisfy yourselfㅡ not even close to what Chris was capable of doing.

Truly, he understands your body better than you.

"Christopher! Please, please.. deeper please!" you relentlessly called his name, somehow wishing that it could help you to ease your frustration even just a little.

"You know what it did to me when you call my name like that?"

"Yes, it would make you fuck me harㅡ" the rest of your answer suddenly ceased in your throat when you realized what was happening. You weren't hallucinating when you heard his voice.

With eyes dilated in surprise, you instantly glanced over your shoulder and found him standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What did I tell you this morning?" Chris questioned with a furrowed brow. His jaw seemed tense and he was glaring at you. "Did I say anything about allowing you to touch yourself when I am not home?"

Shit. You totally forgot that one.

"I.. I was just.." you stuttered and gulped thickly. You raked your brain to think about an excuse but your brain failed you.

"You were just impatient, aren't you, baby?" with a sinister smirk etched on his face, he made his way inside the bathroom while slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "Now, it's my turn."

"Your turn?"

"Hmm," Chris replied with a low hum without looking at you as he rid himself of his clothes, leaving his god-like body thoroughly naked for your eyes to feast on. "And you have to watch me. No more touching yourself."

It took a few seconds for his ultimatum to fully sink into your headㅡ which then caused you to exclaim in shock. "What?!"

"You heard me," he curtly said before he stepped inside the bathtub and sat on the other edge, the opposite side of you.

From the way he was reacting and the tone he was talking, you knew he was a little disgruntled with what you did.

So, without saying another word, Chris began slowly stroking the tip of his cock while locking his gaze with yours.

"Chris.." you uttered softly, your attention solely focused on him. You felt your heart raced as you swallowed uneasily, unable to break your gaze from the intriguing sight before you.

"Look at how hard my cock is right now," Chris taunted you with a smirk before he spitted on his palm and began rubbing his length. His hand moved at a frustratingly slow pace, much to your dismay. "You wish you could have your mouth around my cock, hm? And choke on it?"

"Fuck," you groaned weakly and clenched your hands into tight fists. "Baby, please.."

"Please what?" Chris stared down at you with a raised brow and you swore to God that you felt the knots in your stomach tightened just by the condescending way he was looking at you.

"Can I suck you off?"

"You wish," he scoffed at your request as he pumped his cock faster.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #skz fanfiction #chan smut

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anxiousgaypanicking · 4 months

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Loceit (Logan x Janus) Prompt: Maybe Janus would even have to press his pecs together and fuck the fat tits Logan essentially has. Warnings: nipple play, oversensitivity, humping, dacryphilia A request from my Wattpad

Waking up beside Logan wasn't entirely unfamiliar.

Plenty nights Janus would stay curled up in Logan's warm hold. He was firm and rather still as he slept, allowing Janus to cuddle deep into his chest and rub against him.

But Logan woke up far earlier than Janus did, and so every morning Janus would wake to an empty bed. He'd still be wrapped tightly in Logan's comforter, but he always felt considerably more cold with the space next to him being empty.

And typically, Logan would already be downstairs.

But, waking up while Logan's still in the room, changing, was a completely different story.

And as Janus blinks away, he can't help but stare as Logan pulls his shirt off. He's incredibly quiet as he changes - though Janus is unsure of whether that's just his natural state, or if he's being considerate of Janus's sleeping state - but he looks just as tired as Janus. Probably because he hasn't had his morning coffee yet.

Logan grabs a spare shirt from his drawer, and turns to face the bed as he prepares to put it on.

Janus audibly gasps, which has Logan pausing, shirt wrapped around his forearms but not yet dragged over his head and chest.

"Oh," Logan breathes, staring at Janus's cozy form. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

Janus lets out a soft, breathy laugh. "No, you didn't. I woke on my own. But after seeing your appealing torso, I'm considerably more alert."

"Weird way to say you like my chest."

Janus smiles wide, and Logan can't help but smile too. He pushes his shirt off his arms, and keeps it held in one hand as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss Janus, who finally breaks free of the warm blankets in order to lean upwards and kiss Logan back.

Despite normally struggling so much to get himself out of bed each morning, Janus finds that right now it's the easiest thing he's ever done. He only slight has to resist the temptation to pull Logan down on top of him! Slowly, he moves to push himself up, pressing his lips firmly against Logan's as he lets his hands trail up Logan's thighs, where they gently rub and squeeze for a bit, before he's finally moving to Logan's hips, swiftly pulling Logan right into his lap within the blink of an eye.

Logan lets out a small noise of surprise at the sudden shift, pulling away from the kiss with a small huff of laughter.

"Now, if this is how you react to seeing me shirtless, I'm probably lucky that you typically don't wake up this early." His voice is teasing, but Janus still frowns at the comment, running his hands over Logan's chubby sides.

"You say that like it's my fault," Janus complains, bitterly. "You're the one who has such a gorgeous body, and instead of flaunting it, you've decided to hide it instead!" Janus kisses Logan's collarbone. "Do you expect me to not react like this?"

Logan opens his mouth to respond, but he doesn't get the chance before Janus is slowly sliding his hands over Logan's chest, causing Logan to gasp instead.

"May I?"

Logan flushes at the question, but clears his throat as he attempts to respond with a steady "sure." It makes Janus chuckle.

His thumbs brush over Logan's nipples, and he gets to watch as Logan brings his knuckles to his mouth in order to muffle an embarrassingly loud moan.

"Sensitive tits?" Janus asks, teasingly, which has Logan sucking in a shaky breath.

"Seems that way."

Janus rubs his thumbs harder against the buds, and watches Logan bite into his knuckles, eyes squeezing shut at the small amounts of friction he's receiving. Tears form behind Logan's glasses, and Logan lets out a shuddering breath.

Then, Janus is pulling his hands away, and moving his head closer instead. His forked tongue slides over Logan's chest, before rolling over Logan's nipple. Logan almost immediately cries out at the feeling, as his hands grip Janus's hair, both trying to push Janus's head away and simultaneously hold him closer.

His back is arched, pushing his chest further against Janus's mouth, which closes fully around Logan's nipple.

Janus's eyes are pressed lightly shut, enjoying the rather tedious action of sucking and licking, and the way it's causing Logan to react so pathetically. Logan's fingers scratch his scalp, lightly tugging his hair as he tries to pull Janus away, only for Janus to hold Logan's torso tighter in turn, keeping him as close as possible.

"Janus!" Logan moans, as Janus's sharp fangs graze the sensitive bud. Tears roll down his flushed cheeks as he squirms, feeling so pathetically sensitive as Janus does the bare minimum.

Finally, Janus pulls away, disconnecting from Logan's areola with a loud, dramatic pop, leaving just a string of spit connecting his lips to Logan's chest.

Immediately, Logan's hands are moving to cover his chest, hiding his sensitive nipples from Janus in a desperate bid to protect them. Janus merely laughs at the action, and though he presses his head against Logan's chest as if he's hugging him, he tilts his head upwards so he can lock eyes with Logan.

"That's so cute," Janus murmurs, and watches Logan's eyes narrow before he turns his head away.

"Pulling on my shirt is going to be a pain now."

Janus laughs. "Aw! Too sensitive?"

Logan huffs. "I'm serious. It's going to be extremely suspicious if I'm constantly pulling my shirt away from my chest all day. The others are going ask what's going on!"

"Then don't put your shirt back on." Janus kisses over Logan's collarbone, before sliding his hands under Logan's, pushing them away from his torso and showing off his chest, and newfound puffy red nipples clearly irritated after Janus's thumbs and tongue have messed around with them.

Janus doesn't touch them outright again, and instead gently pushes Logan back against the bed, while he leans over him.

He shivers the moment the blankets fall from his body, and though he's wearing pajamas, the loss of any heat at all is devastating for someone cold-blooded. Especially if that person is dramatic.

"You could just stay in your room today," Janus adds, cupping Logan's fat tits and squeezing them, making Logan hiss as he's groped, before Janus's hands travel downwards to briefly grope at the rest of Logan's pudgy body. His fat stomach is grabbed, his chubby thighs pinched, and his hips properly appreciated. Then, Janus's hands slide back up his chest.

"You want me to spend all day couped up in here?"

"With me."

Logan stares at Janus. "All day couped up in here, with you."

"Yes." Janus presses a few sparse kisses over Logan's chest, before his mouth travels dangerously close to Logan's nipple, making Logan's chest tense as he prepares to grab Janus's hair and pull him away at any moment. Janus can feel each little movement of Logan's body; each little jolt as Janus's lips press over his skin, before Janus is pulling away. "We could have a little fun."

Logan narrows his eyes, as his hands hold onto Janus's wrists, both keeping Janus's hands from wandering any further while also trying to ground himself. "You and I have very definitions of fun."

"There's some overlap," Janus retorts, with a charming smile. "Trust me. You'll get some enjoyment out of it."

Janus's fingers inch closer to Logan's areolas again, making Logan chew his inner cheek, before sighing. "Okay," he replies, as the pads of Janus's index fingers swipe over Logan's erect nipples, making him briefly whimper. "Just be gentle."

Janus nods, though he has no intention of obliging. Logan knows he doesn't, and happily resigns himself to being played with as roughly as Janus would like to.

Hands slithering up Logan's torso, the first thing Janus does is immediately go back to pressing his thumbs against Logan's nipples, once more rubbing over them feverishly, musing at Logan's immediate cry.

Logan's back arches off the bed as his hands come to grab Janus's, but his actions don't deter Janus in the slightest as Janus continues pinching and rubbing almost painfully at the sensitive buds until Logan's all teary eyed and moaning, body shuddering when Janus finally decides to grant him a brief respite.

But it's only because Janus is eyeing Logan curiously. Under his breath, he utters "I wonder..." before Logan watches as Janus shoves his own pajama pants and boxers down, before crawling atop Logan's lap. He scoots up further, so he's more so sitting on Logan's stomach, before leaning over and setting one hand near Logan's head to help steady himself, while his other hand curls around one of Logan's tits, squeezing it firmly as he aims his half hard cocks at the nipple, before rocking his hips and thrusting his shafts over Logan's sensitive chest.

The tip of his cock bumps repeatedly against Logan's nipple, pushing the two together. Pre spills over Logan's chest, leaving glistening streaks over his torso, as Janus groans at the friction between them, while Logan lets out the cutest of moans as his chest is overwhelmed by Janus's cocks and fingers, both of which target one of his nipples, torturing them with thrusts and pinches until Logan's all teary eyed.

"Crying, Logan?" Janus teases, the moment he sees a tear roll down Logan's cheek. "Feel that good?" Janus interrupts himself with a moan of his own as he spreads his cocks, before pushing them together, pinching Logan's nipple between them. Logan cries at the action.

Janus huffs out a laugh at him, before tilting his head back to glance at Logan's legs. Clear through his boxers is his hard cock, which is straining and staining the fabric with pre, noticeably erect and desperate for any sort of friction.

Upon seeing such, Janus grins. "I wonder if you could come just from me playing with your chest."

"Please!" Logan begs, spit dribbling from the corner of his mouth as he pleads. His face is a mess of cascading tears and sweat, so prominent that his hair is slicked to his forehead. "Please, at least- at least touch me a little!"

"I am touching you."

Logan's eyes twitch, but any of his frustration reserved for Janus taking his words literally instead of understanding his otherwise quite clear implications is quickly melted away by Janus roughly twisting his nipple, making him gasp and moan at the pain before whimpering as he turns his head to the side.

Still though, Janus isn't cruel, and as fun as it is to tease him, Janus decides to adjust his position slightly so that he can keep one hand on Logan's crotch, massaging and grinding his palm down against Logan's moist bulge, while his other is on Logan's chest to help keep him steady.

It's admittedly not the most comfortable position, with Janus having to lean back slightly while still thrusting his hips forward against Logan's chest, but he makes it work.

Logan takes the opportunity to cover the areola Janus had been previously teasing with his hand, clasping it hard over his chubby breast, and resigning his other tit to being just a pad for Janus to relentlessly drag his cocks over, punishing the poor, straining nipple that's being rubbed between Janus's slick shafts.

That, paired with Janus currently roughly running his hand over Logan's clothed cock has him an unintelligible mess. Even his desperate pleas of it being "too much" are lost between his louder cries of pleasure.

And Janus can't help but laugh softly at this situation, between his own pleased panting.

"How am I supposed to keep my hands off your chest when you're going to act like this?" he asks, eyes fluttering shut as he thrusts his cocks against Logan's nipple again, earning a cutely oversensitive cry. "Every time I see you, I'm just going to picture running my hands up your shirt and playing with your chest like it was intended to be played with."

Logan moans, trying to roll his hips up into Janus's hand, as Janus tries to move his body between the two angles. His cocks rutting against Logan's chest, his hand against Logan's cock, back and forth until Logan's coming pathetically quickly.

He makes a mess into his boxers with a slew of slurred sounds, pure gibberish spilling in short cries before his body falls limp against the mattress, aside from a few jolts reserved for when Janus continues to hump against his chest. Graciously, though, he pulls his hand away from Logan's cock, wiping the damp moisture of his hand on the bed but leaving Logan's sticky boxers still on his body.

A few more thrusts against Logan's puffy nipple has him coming, spraying streams of come over Logan's unprepared face, streaking over his glasses, and leaving his entire head and shoulders a sweaty, smeared mess.

Both of them pant, before Logan is half-heartedly wiping his cheek off.

"You're right," he breathes, as he weakly pushes Janus's body down his body, just enough for him to move to protect his other nipple from further assault. "I did have fun."

Janus glances back at Logan's ruined boxers. "I can tell."

"Help me to the bath."

"A nice, warm, bubble bath?" Janus inquires, as he carefully slides off of Logan and picks him up carefully, momentarily adjusting their position so he doesn't drop the latter, before carrying him to the bath tub, where he'll take proper care of Logan and his beautiful, sensitive boobs.

#loceit #loceit smut #sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #agp smut #logan has HONKERS

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sgkophie · 2 years

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Man's World - Chapter 9 - Never Underestimate Georgia Leclerc

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

Warnings: smut, language

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~6500

AN: OKKKKKKK.... things are heating up for our girl Georgia!

Sorry this chapter was a little later than I wanted - was originally hoping for Friday, but had some friends come in town. Hope this is worth it! I should have the next one out by Wed/Th.

I'm expecting this to go to 15 chapters, but don't fret, because I've already thought of a spin off with Lily with either Charles or Pierre - what do you think!? Could maybe do George Russell or Max?

Little poll for you all here!

As always, comments are greatly appreciated and thank for your the feedback!

Short Synopsis: Enemies to lovers with Carlos. <3

Check out the full intro synopsis + full story master list here!

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Friday Morning

After the podcast event last night, Pierre and Charles had stopped by my room for a nightcap. There had been considerable amounts of teasing from the Frenchman, most of which I tried to ignore. Still, even as I woke up with a fresh head this morning, there was one comment I couldn’t ignore from Pierre: “Either Carlos is the best actor on the grid, or I would say someone has a crush on you.” I knew Pierre had meant it in a teasing manner, but that comment stuck to me like glue. Why had Carlos said so many nice things? I mean – we were still new in our relationship, he could have just made a few hints and played it off. Instead, the Spaniard doubled down and dedicated the end of the segment to our relationship.

I picked up my phone from the charger and opened Instagram, trying to take my mind off of the man who was starting to consume my thoughts this morning. Why on earth I thought social media would be an escape from my relationship, I have no idea. As soon as I opened Instagram, my search page was flooded with photos of Carlos and me – F1 page after F1 page full of comments about the podcast.

Since when did the entire world decide to start listening to podcasts, I grumbled to myself.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I came across a photo of us holding hands – well, what seemed like hundreds of photos of us holding hands. I guess Lizzie was right, the media and fans were going to eat this up. Not the worst thing, I thought to myself. We wanted to sell this and my, oh, my, the fans were buying what we were selling.

I stopped at a particular post, it was about the podcast from last night.

Filtering through the comments, I was pleasantly surprised that fans were receptive to Carlos’ interview about me. After last night’s talk I was worried that the hate towards me would just increase; jealous fans were a real problem in F1. But to my surprise, the comments were instead focusing on how he was good for me and would probably make me a more likeable person.

Well, that is the whole fucking point of this, I thought to myself. Still, a part of me was incredibly pleased that this was working. Just need to make myself likeable, and then I can rid myself of Carlos Sainz forever.

I heard some noise from the living room and turned to my alarm clock. 7:00 AM – could still get another hour of sleep. Carlos and I weren’t planning on leaving until 9:00 AM, this time in his Ferrari. Why on earth is Carlos up and awake? I hadn’t heard him come in last night, so I assumed that he had come back fairly late.

I jumped out of bed and headed to the door of my room. I opened it slightly, only see Carlos Sainz sitting on the sofa, his head in his hands, mumbling something to himself. He was rocking back and forth just a tad, a look of stress on what little parts of his face I could see. I shut the door slightly – not entirely sure what to do. It seemed like a private moment, and as much as the guy annoyed me, I didn’t feel as though it was right to invade his space.

Not even a minute later I heard the bathroom door close. I took that as my queue and tip toed out into the living room, making my way to the little kitchen the suite had. I filled my pour over kettle with water and began to grind the coffee beans. This weeks’ coffee beans were from a little roaster in Denver, Colorado that I had adored – a gift from Daniel Ricciardo who had recently visited some friends up in the mountains. As I was pouring the water over my coffee beans, I saw Carlos leave the bathroom – his shirt now in his hands as opposed to on his body. Does he do this just to annoy me? I mumbled to myself.

I opened my mouth to make a rude comment about this being a public living room, but as his face turned around, I could see that his eyes were red and puffy, slightly sunken in. Not the usual eyes that I was used to from the Spaniard. I don’t think I had ever seen Carlos cry, not even after his first win in Silverstone last year. I quickly shut my mouth as Carlos just simply nodded to me, turning back towards his bedroom.

I’m not sure what prompted me to call out to him – maybe it was that I had experienced the look he had on his face many times. Anxiety was real in the racing community, and I couldn’t imagine what this home race meant to him. He had never won before in Spain, he had barely even finished a race, constant DNF after DNF in the recent years. Now he had a first class car and a real opportunity to win the race.

“Want some coffee? There’s enough for two here,” I called out to him. Truth was, the way I drank coffee, there was barely enough for one, but I figured the gesture was probably more important than my coffee addiction.

I could see Carlos contemplating my offer, his eyes flickering up and down the kitchen. Much to my surprise, he nodded, coming over towards me – still shirtless. I tried not to stare at him, he was clearly not feeling well, and he didn’t need me ogling him. Although something told me that would actually make him feel better. Such an ego on that man.

As soon as the coffee was ready, I poured out two cups and motioned for him to sit on the sofa. I handed him a cup and sat down next to him, letting the silence sift across the room. I didn’t know what to say. Maybe I didn’t need to say anything.

After a few more minutes of silence and sipping our coffees, Carlos spoke. “I’m surprised you take your coffee black,” he said simply.

“I would never insult a coffee roaster by putting cream and sugar into my coffee,” I gasped, pretending to sound offended.

Carlos chuckled, nodding at me. “A woman of much mystery.”

I nodded in agreement, sighing as I sipped more of my coffee. I let a few more moments go by and then I gathered enough as much courage as I could to ask about the elephant in the room. “You feeling ok today?”

Carlos diverted his beautiful brown eyes from mine, letting out a deep breath that I didn’t realize he was holding. It was as if he wanted me to ask, and was too scared to volunteer what he was holding inside without my permission.

“Just a lot on my mind, you know, being the home race. I have never wanted to win so badly. There’s so many expectations for me today – expectations from family, friends, the team. A Spanish driver hasn’t won at home in well over a decade.” It’s as if the words just kept spilling out of him – like Carlos was realizing as every word left his mouth, the load on his mind was a little easier. I just sat and listened, internalizing everything he said. I could feel his words in my heart, because I had the same feelings about Monaco. “Sometimes I feel like it’s all too much – like it would just be easier if my car crashed and then I wouldn’t have to face the possibility of completing the race, but not even making it to the podium.”

His last comment shocked me a bit. I’d never seen Carlos this vulnerable before. I took in what he said and thought carefully about my next statement. “The only person that you can let down is yourself,” I said finally. “You don’t owe anyone anything. You drive for you. You’re many things Carlos, but you aren’t a coward. You’re going to drive this weekend with the same amount of passion you have for your country, and I think it’ll transpire into something you’ll be proud of.”

With my last comment Carlos looked up, his eyes looking directly into mine. For a moment, his eyes drifted to my lips, and I could feel butterflies once again forming in my stomach. For just a moment, I could see Carlos begin to lean in, his eyes still looking at my lips as he licked his own, his teeth slightly biting on his bottom lip. Is Carlos Sainz going to kiss me? I panicked for a bit. Did I want him to kiss me?

We suddenly heard a big knock on the door. Carlos and I both jumped a little and Carlos pulled back from me, his cheeks a little red now, as if he was slightly embarrassed by the weird moment we had both just shared.

“Georgie – any chance you’re up?” I heard Lily on the other end of the door.

I quickly got up from the sofa. Lily and I were close, but it was unusual to hear here knocking on my door at 7:30 in the morning. I opened the door for her and there stood in front of me was a slightly ruffled Lily.

“You alright, Lil?” I asked, looking her up and down. She nodded shyly, clearly a little embarrassed that she had come to my room so early while I was still in my pajamas. I opened the door some more and motioned for her to come in.

As Lily walked in, I had forgotten that Carlos was sitting on the sofa, shirtless, wearing some skimpy soft Puma shorts as pajamas. “Oh, sorry if I am interrupting something!” Lily giggled, a small smirk forming on her face. I gave her a look that told her don’t even think about it, and she took a seat in the armchair across from the couch. I went back to my chemex and began making a second round of coffees.

“I was- uh – just on a run and thought I would stop by. I listened to the podcast last night – really funny Carlos,” she giggled. I could see her eyes give him one more once over as she blushed a bit. Carlos smirked, clearly pleased that Lily wasn’t quite as good as I was in hiding her ogling. I’m not sure what came over me, but all of a sudden I felt a slight twinge of jealousy. Carlos might be a fake boyfriend, but Lily could at least not silently flirt with him in front of me. Well, flirting was perhaps a strong term for this… I mean, I couldn’t blame her, Carlos was incredibly attractive and shirtless Carlos, well he was just hot.

“The podcast was a good time,” Carlos agreed, finishing his cup of coffee. Once the second round was done, I poured everyone a cup and sat back down on the couch, this time slightly closer to Carlos than before, as if to remind Lily who he was actually fake dating.

What is wrong with you Georgia, you don’t even particularly like the man, I thought to myself.

“I mean I appreciate you dropping by, Lil, but 7:30 is a little early, even for you.” Lily was a notorious early riser. She had a weird thing about watching sunrises before race weekends, claimed it gave her peace and serenity before she entered the race car.

“I know, I’m sorry, I just feel like the last few weeks haven’t gone well in the car, and I’m just so nervous for today. I mean the upgrades are going to be great, but I just can’t seem to get ahold of the car. Feel like I’m working against the car.”

I nodded. Lily was a great driver, but getting ahold of a Formula 1 car was difficult and she was young – just barely 20. “I know you know this, but I’ll say it again. It’s your first year, Lily. It takes time to get used to a car of that quality. I have a lot more years than you and while it isn’t Indy Car, the cars are very similar to Formula 1. There’s a lot of learning that comes with age. Isabelle picked you for a reason. All you need to do this weekend is put your head down and drive like incredible driver the team believes you are.”

I could see a smile form on Lily’s lips, her eyes perking up a bit. What am I now, everyone’s therapist? I laughed to myself.

“Wisdom comes with age, as my Dad always says,” Carlos added, nodding in agreement with me. “I have no doubt you’ll have some WDCs ahead of you – probably more than this one will get,” he added, ruffling my hair and giving me a wink.

“And definitely more than Carlos will get,” I deadpanned, staring back at him with an annoyed face. Lily laughed at both our comments.

She stayed for another 20 minutes, finishing her cup of coffee, before excusing herself and leaving. About 2 minutes after she left I heard a ding on my phone, a text from Lily lighting up the screen.

Lily: GURL – why have you not had some angry hate sex with this fine man, yet? Or was that what I was interrupting this morning? 😉

I rolled my eyes, giggling slightly to myself. She had interrupted something – but I had no idea what it was.

Me: A classy lady never tells.

And with that, I put my phone down and hopped into the shower. Carlos and I spent the rest of the morning in silence, and as soon as 9 am rolled around, we left the room – together this time – and headed towards the valet to pick up his Ferrari. The drive to the paddock was also pretty quiet. We exchanged a few comments on the weather, and once we arrived, we did the same routine as yesterday. Carlos handed me my bag, took my hand in his, and we walked through the paddock together – hand in hand.

As soon as I walked into the Bugatti garage, I was dragged by Lizzie into what felt like the world’s biggest hug. “Georgie – soooo good to see you. How was the podcast taping last night?” she asked cheerfully. I rolled my eyes. As if Lizzie hadn’t listened to it live… please, I thought to myself. Before I could answer Isabelle called us both into her office. There was no smile on her face, but I could tell that she was pleased.

“Good morning ladies. Georgia, looks like you had a productive evening last night. I just got off the phone with Louis Vuitton, and they have asked for us to meet them the week of Monaco.” I felt a huge sigh of relief ripple through me, as I let out my breath.

“Oh! My! God!” Lizzie screamed. “This is amazing!”

“It’s just a meeting, but still, it’s a step in the right direction for us. Keep it up, and we should have a sponsorship deal scored before the summer break.” Isabelle turned directly to me and squinted her ryes a bit. “That means no Sassy Leclerc to the cameras, got it, Georgia?”

I rolled my eyes at her but nodded. “Yes, yes, I’ll do my best to quell the beast inside of me,” I bit back.

“Good to hear. Now remember, we have the Spanish Drivers Association event tonight. You will be attending with Carlos and you and Carlos will be seated at a table with me and Mattia, your brother, and Lily. A car picks you up at 7pm. DO NOT be late. I had a dress sent to your room.”

“I’ll be there will bells on,” I whistled back. “Now if you don’t mind, I have a race to win!” And with that I trotted out of Isabelle’s office, feeling quite pleased with myself.

Free Practice 1 and 2 had gone pretty nicely for me. I had topped the first Free Practice, but Charles and Lewis had beaten me in the second. I knew Carlos wouldn’t be happy that he hadn’t managed to get the fastest lap in either of the sessions. The moment I hopped into his Ferrari at the end of the day, I could see the look of disappointed on his face. The calm and teasing nature that he usually had was now replaced by anxiety and discomfort.

When I opened the door to our suite, I saw my dress waiting for me. As I opened the dress bag, I was slightly horrified to see what lay waiting for me. There inside the bag was what I could only describe as the sexiest black dress I had ever laid my eyes on. What on earth was Isabelle playing at?

Me: Ummm care to explain the dress Isabelle sent to my room?

Lizzie: Isn’t it just so gorgeous?

Me: ….

Lizzie: What better way to secure a Louis Vuitton sponsorship then you making headlines with that sexy black Louis Vuitton dress?

I clicked my phone off, sighing in annoyance. Lizzie was right; the dress was a statement piece and was sure to turn heads – and photographers cameras. After completing my hair and make up, I went back into my room and changed into the dress. I wasn’t going to lie, I looked hot in this dress. Fair play, Isabella, fair play.

When I was done changing, I walked back out into the living room, securing my Cartier bracelet around my wrist that Charles had given me for our birthday last year. As I walked into the room I heard a loud cat whistle at me and turned to see Carlos Sainz on the couch. His eyes looked tired – and slightly red – but his features were relaxed and he had a smirk on his lips.

“What did I do to deserve this honor?” he chuckled cheekily. I could see his eyes rake over me, going slowly from the top of my frame to the bottom, paying careful attention to my leg that stuck out of the dress slit.

“Don’t kid yourself Carlos, this is for a man called Louis – Louis Vuitton that is, might have heard of him.” Carlos raised his eyebrow a bit, but laughed at my comment.

“Ready to go?” I asked, grabbing my purse.

“Almost – I have a small gift for you,” Carlos replied, pulling out a small box from his bag. I quirked my eyebrow up, my interest now piqued. He set the box down on the coffee table and motioned for me to take it.

I cautiously took the box in my hands, opening it slowly. There inside the Tiffany’s box was a small necklace with a chili pepper insignia dangling from the silver chain. I was torn – it was actually a very tasteful and beautiful necklace, but the idea of wearing my competitors symbol around my neck irked me to no end.

I looked up at Carlos, letting me eyes meet his beautiful brown ones. “Really?” I said sarcastically.

Carlos, ignoring the sarcasm dripping from my voice, just smiled at me and said, “Designed it myself, cariño. Don’t want any of the other drivers getting any ideas when they see you in this black dress. I’ve seen how Pierre looks at you.” His voice was cocky, but I could hear a bit of jealousy in it when he mentioned Pierre. Carlos Sainz, bit of a possessive streak. Noted.

“Well, be quick and put it on then,” I mumbled, conceding to Carlos’ silent request to have me wear this ridiculous necklace. He had a rough day, I thought to myself. I guess the least I could do is throw him a bone. Carlos took the necklace from my hands and took it out of the case, motioning for me to turn it around. I complied, and Carlos draped the necklace over my neck. As Carlos’ hands slid over my bare shoulders, goose bumps went up my arms and chest. I silently prayed that Carlos hadn’t noticed how much his touch had effected me, but I knew he had noticed, because his hands went even slower, buckling the necklace with such a gentle touch.

“Beautiful,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled away from my back. I blushed a bit, feeling my cheeks heating up. Carlos grabbed my bag and handed it to me, as he walked towards the door, his hand on the small of my back as he guided me towards the elevator outside of our room.

As we waited for the elevator, I silently prayed that no one was inside the elevator. It felt as though I had experienced some bad luck with elevators recently, and I didn’t feel like enduing any more elevator moments with the F1 community. Carlos and I stepped inside once the door opened and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was empty. Carlos chuckled a bit – although I wasn’t sure at what. I didn’t particularly want to know.

The elevator started to move down, but unfortunately for me it stopped just a few floors down, opening up to reveal none other than Pierre Gasly.

Ehh, could be worse.

“Wow, Georgie, you look incredible,” Pierre gasped, giving me a hug as he entered the elevator. He nodded in Carlos’ direction. As soon as the elevator began to move down gain, I felt Carlos move slightly closer to me. His hand started to move around my waist, ever so casually, as he side eyed Pierre. Is he trying to get a rise out of Pierre? I thought to myself. Pierre, however, just continued to ignore Carlos’ movements, chatting away to me as the elevator continued its downward movement, although I could see a twinkle in his eye, some silent laugher dancing in his blue eyes.

As soon as the elevator opened to the lobby floor, I felt Carlos grab my hand and drag me away from the elevator – or, more likely, drag me away from Pierre Gasly. As promised Isabelle and Mattia were waiting outside in the car. As soon as Isabelle saw us she waved, her eyes dropping to the necklace around my neck. She raised her left eyebrow, silently asking me a question that I didn’t particularly have an answer for myself. I just shrugged and hopped into the car, sitting next to Carlos. Charles and Lily were already inside the car, chatting away about the silly video McLaren had released early today of Danny and Lando.

Both of their eyes also flicked to my chest, the necklace getting Charles’ attention. I just gave him a dead stare, daring him or Lily to make a comment about it. Was this going to be my entire night?

We arrived at the Divers Association dinner and took our seats at one of the front tables. Carlos’ parents were at the table next to ours, and his mother gave me a huge hug as we passed. “Oh Georgia, that necklace is so beautiful – Carlos did a great job designing that,” she purred, still looking at the necklace. I put on my biggest smile and nodded, thanking her for the compliment.

As we took out seats at the table, I noticed Carlos’ hands silent shaking. Every so often he would rub his hands against his napkin, and I could tell that he was wiping away the sweat from his hands. I reached out and took his hand in mine, smiling at him, as I leaned over and whispered. “Your speech is going to be great, Carlos.”

Carlos nodded at me, but he released my hand from his grip, instead wiping his sweaty hands on his pants. It was odd, seeing Carlos like this. A very different demeanor from Carlos’ usual happy-go-lucky self. It almost pained me to see him like this, full of worry and anxiety. While I was starting to dislike Carlos a little less since we had started this fake dating, I knew for sure that I didn’t like this Carlos in front of me. Who knew I would prefer cocky Carlos?

As I turned to Charles, getting back into the conversation he and Isabelle were having, I put my hands on Carlos thigh, rubbing little circles on his leg and squeezing gently. Carlos turned and looked at me, raising his eyebrow just a tad, as if questioning what I was doing. I just smiled at him, and turned back to Charles and Lily, answering a question that was thrown my way, keeping my hand on Carlos’ thigh, slowly stroking up and down with my finger tips. I could feel Carlos start to relax a bit, his shoulders were leaning back more, and he was rubbing his hands on his pants and napkin less.

Well, at least now I knew how to distract Carlos, I thought rather proudly to myself. Still, Carlos wasn’t rejoining the conversation. I’m not sure why I thought it was my responsibility to help Carlos get over his anxiety about the speech. I suppose as his girlfriend in public, I knew I had a job to do. If Carlos fucked up the speech, it wouldn’t exactly make our relationship look great. I nodded inwardly, pretending that was why I quickly stood up and excused myself, walking towards the Ladies restroom, purse in hand. I entered the stall and quickly slid my red lacey thong off, putting it in my purse.

If this doesn’t snap Carlos out of his funk, I don’t know what will.

I sauntered back to the table, waving at a few of the other drivers on the way back. As soon as I sat down, I put my lacey thong in my hand and discretely slid it into Carlos’ jacket pocket. He felt the movement of his jacket and looked at me. I gave him a quick wink, and turned back to my conversation with Lily, chatting away about qualifying tomorrow.

While Lily was responding, I let my eyes slightly wander to Carlos, who had his hands in his jacket pocket. He raised an eyebrow at me, letting a large grin slide cross his face. Carlos removed his hand from his jacket pocket, and put it on my thigh, mimicking the movements I was doing earlier on his thigh. Carlos turned back into the conversation and joined us for the next ten minutes, before his name was called to the stage.

As he walked onto the stage, I saw his put his hands in the jacket pocket that I had snuck my thong into, another smile gracing his lips. I could see himself visibly relax, and he began his speech, which to my surprise, was actually quite funny and endearing. He spoke about his time karting as a little boy on the Barcelona track, and gave Ferrari a heartwarming thank you for giving him an opportunity to compete for a win tomorrow. As he ended the speech, the crowd erupted into cheers for Carlos.

Well done, Georgia, I thought to myself, internally patting myself on the back.

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch. Carlos was clearly more relaxed now that the speech was over. As the evening started to die down, Carlos stood up, signaling that it was time to go. We said our goodbyes and Carlos hailed us a cab, opening the door for me.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet, neither of us wanting to discuss the fact that I was no longer wearing any underwear, although the grin on Carlos face told me enough. Carlos quickly ushered us out of the cab and got us into the elevator. As soon as the doors opened, Carlos grabbed my hand and bolted us to our suite, quickly opening the door and dragging us inside.

“Carl-“ I began, about to chide him for dragging me through the hotel, but before I could even finish my sentence, Carlos’ lips were on mine, his hands on my waist and neck. I’m not sure what came over me, but I pulled him closer, letting my hands rest on his back. Carlos broke away, resting his forehead on mine as he caught his breath.

“What was that for?” I questioned, trying to regain some composure. Carlos just chuckled. “I think you know what that was for.” I just rolled my eyes.

“Any chance I can get my underwear back?” I asked dryly.

“Carlos pulled the thong out of his jacket pocket. “And give away my good luck charm?” he responded slyly, smirking in my direction. He could tell I was getting slightly annoyed. “You want it back, you’ll have to earn it,” he added in sneakily.

So Carlos Sainz wanted to play games. That’s fine, I could play games.

“Oh?” I questioned, slowly moving towards Carlos. Carlos put the thong back into his jacket pocket and sat on the couch, still grinning like a Cheshire cat. I all of a sudden felt brazen. Maybe it was the champagne from the dinner catching up with me, but I felt bold and beautiful, as Carlos’ eyes raked up and down my body. Maybe Lily was right – maybe I should have sex with Carlos, get it out of my system.

I stalked towards Carlos, and reached him on the sofa. Surprising both Carlos and myself, I straddled his lap, my dress starting to hike up my legs. I reached for Carlos’ belt and he raised an eyebrow, clearly curious at what I was going to do. I began to unbuckle his belt, letting a grin cross my lips as he let a soft moan fall from his lips. As I pulled down his zipper, I let my hand slip into his waistband, raising my eyebrow in silent question to see if he wanted me to continue. He nodded, albeit a bit wearily, and I slid my hand into his waist hand, palming his already hard and aching cock.

I grabbed the edges of his pants and boxers. “Up,” I instructed and Carlos complied, letting his cock spring free. I’m not sure exactly what I had expected of Carlos, but wow was all that came to mind. His cock was thick, precum glistening at the tip. I licked my lips and slid down to the floor on my knees, taking my tongue and running it up the base of his shaft all the way up to his tip. Carlos let out a huge moan, letting his hand rest on my head. I took him deep into my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat.

“Oh fuck,” Carlos gritted out. “That feels-“ I went down on him again, slowly bobbing up and down on his length, and he grabbed my hair even harder. “Stop teasing, cariño,” he demanded, letting a large sigh fall from his lips.

I continued to work him, letting my hands gently massage his balls as I kept deepthroating the Spaniard in our shared living room. I could tell he was starting to get closer, because his moans were getting louder. Both of his hands were in my hair, and I picked up the pace.

Soon Carlos was a moaning mess above me as he called out, “I’m going to-“ He didn’t need to finish his sentence, I knew he was about to come. I doubled down on my efforts as he came in my mouth, sucking up everything he gave me as Carlos came down from his high.

Once I was finished, I wiped my mouth and look up at him, a large smirk on my face. Carlos’ face was pretty speechless. Clearly he was not expecting me to do that – not that he was complaining, clearly. I stood up and put my hand in his jacket pocket, grabbing my thong.

“I’d say I earned this back, wouldn’t you agree?” I smirked. Before Carlos could answer, I sauntered back to my room, letting my hips sway just a little bit more than usual, awfully proud of myself. I didn’t even look back, but I knew Carlos still had a look of shock on his face.

Never underestimate Georgia Leclerc, I thought to myself.

Sunday Race Day - Carlos POV

Saturday had been an interesting day to say the least. After the incredible evening on Friday, Saturday had been a little awkward between us. Well, a lot more awkward. We both went out of our way to avoid each other, clearly neither of us knew what to say to the other. She had looked amazing on Friday, and felt even more amazing when she sucked my cock after we got back to the hotel room. Truth was, I was feeling a bit enamored by her. She had single handedly managed to calm me down and given me the confidence I needed to surge through the weekend.

I did know, of all the emotions I was feeling, I was a little irked that Georgia had just sauntered off after I had finished Friday evening. I wanted to repay the favor – but most importantly, I didn’t want to let her have the upper hand, which I now felt like she had. She had made me feel incredible, and I hadn’t repaid the debt.

I hated being in debt to other people. Especially people as sassy as Georgia; I knew she was loving this.

Still, I was able to get some revenge on her Saturday during qualifying. Her choices on Friday night had made me feel so relaxed, that I had actually taken pole on Saturday – my first ever pole, and at my home race, too.Maybe I should rile up Georgia more often – seemed to really work well for me, I laughed to myself.

Now here I was, sitting in the car in P1, waiting for the race to start. Georgia had gotten P3 in qualifying, with George Russell sitting in P2. Charles had to take a new engine, so he was starting at the back of the grid.

As soon as the lights went off, I launched off the starting line like my life depended on it. The car felt good – very good. I knew better than to let my hopes get up, because recently they seemed to be constantly dashed by Ferrari strategy, but today I was going to let myself dream.

As soon as lap 20 hit, I could see Georgia really gaining on George Russell behind me. I silently prayed that she wouldn’t pass him. George Russell I could keep back in the Mercedes but a Bugatti up behind me, not the most ideal situation at hand.

It was no surprise to me that after two more laps, Georgia had passed George, and she was gunning for me next. Within another 5 laps I could see her right on my rear, well within DRS range.

Neither of us had pitted, but I knew she wasn’t going to until I had – both teams trying to hold on as much as we possibly could. By lap 27 Georgia had caught me on the straight, and she sailed on by. I swear, for just a second I saw her wave to me. Had I imagined that? My blood boiled just a bit, but I put my head down.

I could hear my race engineer Riccardo come into my ear. “Georgia is going to pit. Box box.” Just as he said, Georgia went into the pits as did I, both of us coming out as positions 3 and 4 now. The race continued on, Georgia and I moving up the ranks, slowly getting back to P1 and P2 respectively by lap 40.

As lap 50 came around, I saw Georgia in front of me do a 360. Her car was still on the track and facing forward, but for a moment, she had spun and I felt my heart stop. How close was George behind her? What if he hit her? As quickly as she had spun, she started back up again, and I could see her car in my mirrors, regaining speed, although George Russell was quickly back behind her again.

I quickly hit the radio button. “All ok with Georgia?” I asked.

“Yup,” my engineer replied, probably a little confused as to why I was asking. “Head down Carlos – only 16 laps to go.”

I knew while Georgia would be furious with her mistake, this had given me the opportunity I needed to get out in front and win the race. This was my time. Like Georgia had said, I only owed this race win to myself. It was up to me to win it – and earn it.

As lap 65 came, I could see Georgia gaining on me again, with George Russell quickly behind, a DRS train forming. I held on, defending every move Georgia put on me. As soon as lap 66 came, I knew Georgia was about half a second behind me, trying to get around me. I held on tightly. Within a minute I could see the checkered flag up above, and as a few more seconds passed, I had crossed the line, my car just barely in front of Georgia’s.

I heard screaming in my headphones. “You did it, ChilI!” I heard Mattia come on the line. “What a race!”

“Gracias to the team,” I called back out. I could feel tears start to slowly trickle down my face. I had done it; I had managed to stave off Georgia and win my home Grand Prix.

I parked my car in spot 1 and looked to my right. There was Georgia in the P2 spot, on top of her car, doing her window washing dance as her engineers looked on, laughing with her. I knew she’d be disappointed, because that was her win that she lost purely on driver error, but still – P2 was an excellent result, one the other 18 drivers on the grid wished they had.

I hopped out the car and ran towards my family who were waiting for me. I gave my father a particularly big hug as he hugged me back with such force I could barely breath. I ripped my racing helmet off and hugged and kissed my mother; there were tears in her eyes. Before I could make it over to the interview area, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Georgia was behind me, a huge smile on her face, her eyes were glistening and for once, her smile looked completely genuine for me. I felt my heart beat a little quicker, as if that was even possible.

Much to my surprise, Georgia hopped up into my arms, her arms wrapped around my neck. “Congratulations, Chili,” she whispered in my ear. “Don’t get used to it, guapo, I’ll be back next week,” she said with a smirk and a wink.

And then she kissed me.

The kiss was nothing like yesterday. It was slow, messy and passionate. I held onto her back tighter as I kissed her back, forgetting for a moment that we were in public. Next to me I heard Daniel Ricciardo whistle loudly as he and Lando came up to greet me and Georgia. I set her down on the ground and grabbed her face closer to me one last time and whispered back, “Until next time, hermosa.”

Georgia laughed at me and walked away towards the interview area, my eyes following her form as she walked on.

Oh yeah, I was in trouble for sure.

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eoieopda · 1 year

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Hi Jade :)

I just found your blog, and I enjoy reading your work 😊

May I request, Yoongi braiding his daughter's hair? Or maybe he's braiding his wife's and daughter's hair and they kinda quarrel who will be braid first? Ahaha. Or maybe they braid Yoongi's hair instead? Ah, but it can be anything, up to you. Just write what you feel like writing.

Take all the time you need. No rush 😊

eeeeeek so this is the same AU as the other dadchwita™️ fic because i’m kind of obsessed with this family?? lol. hope you enjoy it 💕🫶🏻

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Yoongi was a perfectionist.

He didn’t do anything half-way, so when he started a task, he put everything he had into it. This work ethic had, of course, served him well over the course of his career. The only downside was his inability to stop unless the finished product was flawless.

Yoongi became good at things largely out of spite. It annoyed him on a cellular level when he couldn’t get the hang of something new. Worse, he accepted challenges that no one actually posed. He felt the need to prove himself even if nobody demanded it.

Last week, you’d unknowingly thrown down the gauntlet.

He’d spent forty minutes in front of the mirror that morning, twisting and turning with his mouth hanging open as he concentrated. He tirelessly attempted to mimic the motions he’d seen you make a thousand times; dead set on replicating them on himself before he dared to try them on his daughter. Surely, he’d picked up something from watching you.

When he finally finished, he walked with aching fingers into the kitchen. The first words out of your mouth were:

“Aww, did Iseul braid your hair?”

It wasn’t a challenge and it certainly wasn’t an insult, but it lit a fire under his ass. It didn’t burn quite as brightly as your cheeks did upon learning that he braided his hair; but it was sufficient.

Your little coo changed the course of the following week.

Any time you sat down near him, Yoongi would wrap his arms around your waist and scoot you into the space between his legs. If you didn’t giggle so much every time he trapped you, he might’ve thought his incessant practicing drove you up a wall. Before slipping into the zone, he would rain kisses down upon your cheek in an expression of gratitude.

You were the perfect model: instructive, affirming, and most importantly, you sat still. It couldn’t have been easy for you to scrunch up and lean back for the considerable amount of time it took him, but you never once complained. The cheek kisses, he hoped, contributed to your cooperation.

Every now and then, you’d hum contentedly or even doze off while he weaved your soft strands into something resembling his goal: regular braids to start; then their fancier, French counterpart. After seven rigorous days of training, he felt ready for his greatest challenge yet.

You sat on the bathroom counter with one eyebrow quirked and one finger gesturing to his hands, “This feels a bit excessive.”

He tugged the sweatband over his head to his neck, then he pushed it — and his hair — away from his face. Leaning forward to the mirror, he continued making adjustments as he teased you, “Sounds like something an amateur would say.”

“Excuse you!” You gasped, landing a playful smack on his bicep. Your eyes were wide with amusement despite your best efforts to look incredulous, “Show your instructor some respect, Mr. Min!”

He shot you a wink — and before you suspected a thing, he plucked you off your perch. You were easily maneuvered, and within seconds, you were folded in half over his shoulder and squealing. He mimicked your playful swat, though his target was your ass — a sitting duck in black sweatpants, waiting right beside his head.

“Sorry, Mrs. Min,” he called back to you as he made his way out of the bathroom, “But I was called up to the majors. I’m pretty far out of your league now.”

The walk to the living room was much too short. He needed another hour or so to tease that musical, full-body laugh out of you. Fortunately for you, though, Yoongi had a date with destiny.

More specifically, with the critic whose approval he craved the most: the five-year-old planted on the couch with a small bowl of goldfish crackers. She didn’t acknowledge her parents’ entrance into the room. Her gaze was cemented on the television ahead — on Muppet Treasure Island, which she’d insisted on watching daily for the past three weeks.

“Aegiya!” Yoongi called out as he stepped into her line of vision. The hand not anchoring your body to his waved vigorously ahead; Iseul didn’t bat an eye. He repeated himself more loudly, dragging out the syllables, “Aegiya!”

You piped up: “Good luck getting her attention while Cabin Fever is playing.”

He patted your ass to silence you, then he stepped directly in front of the screen. “Iseul,” he whined.

She narrowed her eyes. Through a mouthful of half-chewed crackers, she chided, “You sound like Duri when you do that, daddy.”

You always said she was his clone, but that unimpressed tone was all you.

“Never mind that,” he pointed at her, then he amplified the dramatics, “Gongjunim, the time has come —“ he paused for effect, but she was unbothered, “— For me to braid your hair.”

Her eyebrows shot up — yeah, definitely your daughter — and the hand conveying snacks to her mouth froze in mid-air. “Mama, is this allowed?”

You wriggled free of Yoongi’s grip and shimmied down the front of his body. He remained still with his hand extended outwards, knees bent as if he was bracing himself for impact.

Slipping around him, you slid into the spot beside your mini-me. Once there, you whispered something in her ear. Iseul giggled, a wind chime just like you.

Then, her arm extended, palm up. Wordlessly, she beckoned Yoongi by folding her fingers inward firmly, just once. When he stepped closer, she smiled mischievously up at him, “Now, you kneel.”

Yoongi’s shot you a look. This was absolutely your doing.

Menace.

But he was wrapped completely around Iseul’s finger, and he’d do just about anything she asked, so he bowed: “As you wish, gongjunim.”

As soon as he got down to her level, she whirled around to face the back of the couch. When she flicked her hair over her shoulders, it flew right into his open eyes and mouth. He sputtered, furiously wiping her flyaways from his face, but quickly regained his composure.

Hands held at the ready, he wiggled his fingers in anticipation. Then, he turned to you with his eyes narrowed in determination.

“Time me.”

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Ghost x Reader

This is written with a reader who is in their mid 30′s, is smol and is older than Ghost by 6-7 years. In my mind they’re female but can be read as gender neutral.

I’ve been craving SOFT Ghost. I don’t see him ever being aggressive with his lovers after the domestic abuse he grew up with.

So I wrote him soft.

Cross posted from my AO3.

The fact that you had one of your tiny fingers in his thigh searching for a bullet he was shot with couldn't stop Simon from watching your pretty face.

Your brows were furrowed in concentration and it was all he could do not to reach out and smooth them with his thumb.

"there she is.. nestled up against the bone" you said as you pulled forceps out of your medkit "this is going to hurt but do your best to keep still for me, yeah?" you spared him a glance and a smile that made a sound bubble from his chest that you mistook for pain and frowned.

Without wasting a moment you inserted the forceps into his thigh and latched them onto the bullet before pulling it out. As soon as it popped out you pressed gauze to his wound firmly while placing the forceps on the ground next to you.

You smiled at him again, this time cupping the side of his masked face and praising him for how well he did. "You did so well, Sweetheart. All that's left is to make sure the bleeding is finished and to stitch you up"

The pet name "Sweetheart" from you made his heart beat faster, he hoped you couldn't feel it through the throbbing of the wound on his leg.

After helping him to the safe house, you deposited him on the couch and helped him lay out to rest.

He watched you flit around the space and started to think back and wonder when it was that he developed feelings for you.

Price had suggested you to Laswell as a field medic, saying he had known you for many years and that you were trustworthy.

He hadn't expected a tiny thing like you to show up nor for you to be so experienced with field medicine. That's not to mention how good you were with combat.

You were in your mid 30's, had once been a nurse with your country's military, having known Price for near a decade and had worked on some pretty dark stuff together that neither of you were too keen to elaborate on.

Your bedside manner went from soft encouragements of "you're doing so well, sweetie" to "If you do not stop fighting me I will strap you the FUCK down to this god damned bed!"

You absolutely lost your shit at his and Soap's terrible jokes and puns, Simon often found himself pulling out his best ones just to hear you snort and giggle.

At some point he must have fallen asleep because he woke with his hand in yours and your fingers on his pulse point. "You can go back to sleep, extraction will be here in 3 hours" you say quietly.

He chuckles "can't leave ya sittin 'ere alone, can I? Wouldn't be gentlemanly of me"

You keep his hand in yours, patting the top of it gently "You're definitely a gentleman. Try and rest either way, you lost a considerable amount of blood back there".

As you stand to move away he gently grabs your wrist and sits up on the couch before pulling you down next to him. He knows you let him as you plop down next to him on his uninjured side, he has seen you dead lift more than he weighs in the gym before.

"you should rest too, ya damn near carried my ass here" he whispered as he moved his hand from your wrist to hold your hand.

He sees your cheeks tint red even though your face is covered in dirt and dust.

This man was going to be the death of you, you were certain. You leaned back on the couch, closed your eyes, hand still in his and sighed "you're right, I probably should rest some"

The mission was supposed to be recon, you sneaking into the ceiling of a few buildings and placing wire taps while Ghost watched your six. You had to sit still and quiet for an extended period of time causing him to worry and come closer than he should have. You tried tapping morse code on your mic to tell him to stay where he was but he didn't hear or didn't care to listen. You were used to being crouched in a spot for hours at a time but he for some reason wasn't content on waiting.

In the end he ended up taking a bullet to his thigh, lucky for him it missed any major arteries in his leg.

You couldn't be too mad, you both got out in one peice more or less. Though the mission had been a bust, luckily it should be salvageable.

You could feel his eyes on you again, even with your eyes closed. His hand tightened slightly in yours.

Things had begun to change between you two, the hand holding being most evident of that, but you weren't sure what to think. You know you're about 5 years older than him, you felt too old for romance, you were closer to 40 than you were 30.

You had noticed the both of you touching each other more than was necessary as colleagues, you could almost always feel him looking at you, sometimes he wouldn't look away when you caught him looking.

"I can hear you thinking from here, luv" he said with a tired drawl "50 pence for your thoughts?"

You let out a breathy chuckle, looked at him, then down to your joined hands and lifted them slightly "I was thinking about this and what it means".

His gloved thumb stroked the top of your hand "What do ya want it to mean?"

You could feel your heart thump harder with anxiety "Truthfully? I don't know, I know I like you more than I would just a friend. But this feeling makes me anxious as fuck. Past a few shags here and there I have very little experience with romance and I have a feeling you want more from me than a passing shag"

He hummed "You're right, I do want more than just a passing shag from you, luv. I'd like to spend time with ya, go on dates, hold your hand, kiss your forehead, hold you close and get to know more about you" he moved his fingers to interlock with yours "If ya want that is" he finished with an almost pained laugh.

Looking up at him you searched his eyes for a lie but only finding softness "It doesn't bother you that I'm almost as old as Price?"

"What? No? Why would ya think that? I'm almost 30, I'm no spring chicken either" he laughed before taking a serious tone "Maybe I need to have a word with whoever made you feel like you're old"

You giggled, not meaning to and suddenly feeling embarrassed, not able to stop yourself from stuttering slightly "Th-Then I think I would like to spend more time with you too, to get to know you better. Maybe I could make you dinner some time while you're recovering?"

You could tell from the way his mask moved and his eyes crinkled that he was smiling "Then when we're alone together how about you call me Simon?" he offered.

This had you smiling and testing his name out "Simon.. I like that"

Simon brought your hand to his face, lifting his balaclava up enough to place a kiss on your hand "My name has never sounded so sweet before".

The two of you ended up sitting together hands linked only breaking when you checked his wound again and extraction came.

Probably going to write smut with them at some point??

#cod x reader #mw2 x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #Call of duty x reader #cod x you #call of duty

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translated; kind-of-sorta-maybe part of an unwritten sequel to this modern au where regulus and reinhard are dating and julius is coping and seething

Julius remembers: he caught the two of them at the entrance to the university one day. Even unintentionally that time: it was just morning, just before the start of the classes.

They were standing close: the toes of their shoes were almost touching. (Black sneakers, ordinary but of good quality, worn for years, and white loafers, probably bought only because of the unreasonably high price and ready to crack after the first rain, for that matter.) No one would mistake them for friends: there was no barrier of personal space between them, the space belonged to them both — and this screamed about the nature of their connection more than anything else.

Regulus said something — Julius couldn't make out the words in the din of the crowd, but no doubt something boorish, shamelessly rude, and full of smugness — and Reinhard laughed. Not at the top of his lungs, not bending over backwards from laughter — but the way people laugh from funny, but not very polite joke, sincerely, showing their teeth and squinting, turning their face away from slight embarrassment for their sense of humor.

It was unbearable to watch: maybe if Julius had opened the door to the supposedly empty lecture hall and found them there, half naked and busy, he wouldn't have felt so voyeuristic, staring at what he had no right to look at.

Perhaps that was the day — at that time, of course, he would not admit it to himself, not for anything — when the realization settled in him: there was the Reinhard that Julius could never have hoped to have.

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So what's the secret, Julius wants to ask, glaring at the high-stretched collar of his turtleneck, and the words burn his tongue. He wants Reinhard to come back faster. He wants Reinhard to be stuck in line for exactly as long as it takes Julius to shove Regulus in the trunk of his car and drive him to the border of Vollachia.

"It's pretty indecent to stare at people like that, in my opinion. It's not that I want to subordinate everyone to the rules of upbringing with which I was raised, every family, of course, is different in this, and it would be completely inappropriate for me to interfere in this, but I assumed that such basic things are what all parents teach their children, isn't it? " Regulus squints at Julius, a smile oozing superiority on his face.

Julius wipes his lips with a napkin and puts it on the left side of the plate.

"My guardians have taught me the proper amount of etiquette lessons, don't worry," he says with restraint, suppressing the urge to add and the importance of compliance with the law. And the norms of morality. And how to be a decent person, and can you please tell me in full detail exactly how you manage not to exhaust the pathetic remnants of conscience by lecturing me about my upbringing instead of whiling away time in prison, which, I would like to remind you, would have been inevitable if Reinhard had not... If you hadn't... How did you... how?

What's the secret?

Regulus raises his eyebrows emphatically:

"The inability to see the shortcomings of one's own personality is the scourge of the majority, no matter how regrettable it may be. A person who wants to achieve something in life, other than being on in the herd, must learn to look at himself soberly, don't you think?"

Julius forces a smile:

"Of course. I will definitely take that into consideration."

There is something in Regulus's face that Julius would consider a moral struggle if he were a fool. His lips are pressed tightly, and his eyes dart: Julius waits patiently, knowing that he will not last long — and indeed, soon something ugly appears on the surface of that loathsome face, something deserving to remain at the bottom of that far more loathsome mind.

"Reinhard appreciates the ability to be honest about oneself in people, so you know," Regulus says, grinning openly, and this is indeed a malicious glee — a bit childish even, full of sincere pride. The desire to poke his success under Julius' nose: mine, mine, mine.

He knows, Julius thinks distantly. For how long? Probably for a long time. It wasn't that hard to notice, of course.

"I assure you, it never occurred to me in my life that Reinhard doesn't appreciate honesty," he says with exaggerated ease. "He knows how to pay tribute to the positive qualities in a person, that's why he is popular with people, you see. "

"People, " Regulus curls his lips uncomfortably. "Ah, people! These people where, let me remind you, everyone craves only one thing — to cover their rotten soul with their positive qualities? People who do good things in order not to be thought badly of, because all they are obsessed with in this life is the opinion of others, without whom it is unbearable for them to be alone with themselves, and with whom it becomes crystal clear to them how miserable they are? And after all, it does not occur to them that everyone around is exactly the same, no, they believe that only they are the centre of the universe, the most important, the most precious, the most, oh, the irony, disgusting! Are they? Are they? Do you think they're better? Oh, huh? You think these worthless, petty, self-obsessed freaks are better, better than me, you think, you-u-u... "

His breath catches, as if someone has squeezed his throat, and he looks at Julius with bulging and darkened eyes. And this change is so unexpected and quick — black, suffocating jealousy — that Julius feels uncomfortable in his own skin, which suddenly feels like someone else's. It suddenly seems to him that someone has planted a mirror in front of him, where his underside is reflected — rotten and sinister, disgusting in its sincerity.

"Hmm, " Julius says. He turns his gaze away, looking for Reinhard in the crowd.

#re zero #my writing #there are a couple of lines that i really liked in the original version but translation kinda butchered them. sad! anyway here you go.

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angelmichelangelo · 8 months

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I hate how tmnt will only ever give Mikey development in the comics like he has phased out into a background character at this point who is barley relevant in fact the only reason they add him is because he's part of a package deal and it would be hard to get rid of him even though it's become obvious they don't want Mikey a part of the series what so ever so they do everything in their power to make him as less relevant as they can. Also isn't it suspicious how when any big Mikey projects are in production of being made they suddenly get cancelled.? there was supposed to be a foot solider Mikey movie that got cancelled and the last Ronin was actually in production of being Mikey since the 90s there was another Mikey centric movie were his bros and sensei reverted back to turtles but guess what it got cancelled anything Mikey related that's important either gets \cancelled or thrown into the comics also rise actually had multiple Mikey centric eps on hand but the show got cancelled like it's honestly starting to get annoying let my boy live.

oh yeah, it’s definitely an unfortunate cycle of mikey being cut for time in almost any iteration outside of the comics. i think whilst a lot of people are familiar with all the ninja turtles outside of the realm of fandom, mikey is pretty much “the face man” of the franchise. he’s the one that most kids grew up having as their favourite. he’s gonna be front and center on lunchboxes and kiddie pyjamas. i think in that sense he’s pretty safe from ever being killed off or chopped from the actual franchise itself (plus if they ever did that permanently to any of the turtles, it would cause pretty big uproar) but it means as a result, he’s taken less seriously

i think it just unfortunately falls under the fact that whatever show/movie you’re watching, it quickly becomes apparent what turtle was the favourite of the writers and directors. pretty sure i’ve mentioned this before but the 2003 writers openly expressed how much they enjoyed leo + donnie as characters. you watch the 2003 series and that’s really plainly obvious. it’s not a bad thing, but again, every writer does it. heck, i do it. i write more mikey centric fics than i do, say, donnie, because it’s just more fun that way. a character will ultimately have to suffer at the hands of a writers bias, and sadly it’s always mikey that ends up suffering. just not in the way we want him to lol

that being said it gives me a little hope for the mutant mayhem series and sequel since seth rogan has voiced his favourite being mikey multiple times. i don’t think mutant mayhem solely focused on any one turtle, which i enjoyed, but going into future mediums for that branch of the franchise, i’m keeping my hopes high that he does just something with mikey. the potential is there. i would love to see what he does with it

but yeah. looking back, poor mike gets the short end of the stick. it’s funny, whenever i go back and do a 2012 rewatch, i get about halfway through the space arc and start to feel my enthusiasm dwindle, mostly because “journey to the centre of mikey’s mind” is like. the LAST mikey centric episode of the entire rest of the series (granted he has cool moments in later eps and isn’t totally under-utilised) but if you want an ep that’s just for him, it sadly ends right there.

same with 2003. i adore 2003 mikey but he doesn’t have a whole lot of episode focused on him. i was surprised going into rise that, even though it was considerably shorter than other shows, he still managed to have just a sparing amount of focused episodes on him alone. and then when looking into the deleted episodes, it didn’t really come as a big shock to me that a lot of those deleted episodes were mikey episodes (man i would have really really loved to have seen the robo pet one!!)

it’s also pretty consistent that whatever show or movie, the writers often talk about a plot where mikey’s brothers either end up de-mutated or de-aged and mike has to be the one to save them. kinda funny because it’s like: here’s this opportunity to have mikey really prove himself as more than capable and not just a goof — and yet, multiple times now that idea has been cut and he hasn’t had his chance to prove himself that way

i’m a mikey fan. i love all the turtles the same but i definitely am a mikey fan through and through. of course i’m gonna want a mikey centric plot and arc and all this. i know the chances of ever getting it are very slim but. yknow. i have the last ronin at least…… *sobs*

ANYWAY THAT GOT LONG i hope i didn’t sound like i was coming off like a real curmudgeon there i do still love what mikey we have been given in the last. 40 odd years.. but JUSTICE FOR MIKEY!!! he needs to be given his flowers. someone put him through the emotional meat grinder or i will <3

thanks for this ask anon!!

#ask #anon #tmnt mikey

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neeko-system · 9 months

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SIGNALIS SPOILERS AND WHATNOT~~

finished my second playthrough of signalis, was going for the artifact ending. then loaded my save and got the memory ending. such a good game aaaa

the memory ending made me cry, it was really heartwrenching when ariane said sorry i dont remember, i just crumpled. watching elster be so exhausted was a lot.

not really sure if i understand the artifact ending. i feel like either its really vague (on top of all the other vagueness) or if im missing something. it kind of feels like a burial of arianes memory? like elster dies and we see ariane thikning about her and elster dancing in the wrecked ship? i’m not sure. maybe someone could give me their interpretation of it?

i also found out that theres a difficulty setting and really wished i had set it to survival before my second playthrough. woulda been nice!!! I do have one more ending so i might play the game again but might also just watch it on youtube and play the game again some other time(gotta let it ruminate so i can go back in with different eyes), I wanna get all the achievements anyways.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

all in all i fucking love this game a lot. very rarely do i replay a game so soon after playing it for the first time. its really tragic i’ll never get to experience this game for the first time again, but, so it goes. its such a beautiful game i will be thinking about it for a longgggggggggggg time. ive been wanting to talk about it so badly for so long but none of my friends have played it yet kyaaa!!! >_<

its crazy to me that the game exists the way it does. the style, the mechanics, the story, the music, everything about it oozes so much passion and care and thought. very few games have made me want to stare at every part of it to figure out how they made it look the way it did (THE GAME IS SO STYLISTICALLY RICH LIKE HOIW DID THEY DO ALL THAT) and the game mechanics are so nice to my brain, everything is so tactile and clicky and inventory management and ammo management and horror stratgey and the flesh and rust and death and love and lesbians and robots and anime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

amazing game thank you rose engine, i hope they make more stuff because i really want to see it

edit:(thinking about the first time i played compared to the second. i was considerably less scared since i had a clue of waht was going on but the fear that i felt playing the first time was special to me. i really like games with stories about ‘time loops’ because the replay-ability is baked in in a cool way. especially with how the game throws information at you, viewing things again having experienced perspective shifts from information is really cool. seeing scenes again re-contextualized makes my brain go ^-^(hots quest ding sound) but going in completely blind and being afraid of everything (i especially remember being scared of the dream beach, i had literally no clue what to expect and it was nice) it all had a different flavor than the second time which is cool because i feel like i experience that kind of emotion change *with* elster. (girlie needs a FUCKING cuddle nap)

the way the game balances reality and the surreal i think is super neat. i love surrealist dream stuff a lot and i think that a video game is a super good medium for that kind of experiential stuff that really inspires me to wanna make video games. especially because then theres also this super nerdy sci fi stuff going on about robots and space regimes and magical tech(my favorite) and planetary systems and military systems and all that good shit. i similarly wanna get nerdy about stuff like military logistics while also telling a story about gay robots and girls that keep missing each other just barely in the space time continuum. i love that the game tells you a lot but also is vague and also says fuck you (affectionate) stop looking for answers and just feel it. it explains just the right amount to not feel esoteric while keeping enough vague to leave a lot up to interpretation/figure it out by playing it again/thinking about it. it plays with themes and reality and reoccuring symbolism and all that good shit that makes stories addicting to think about.) ((also one of the endings requiring beating the game once among other things that keep between playthroughs, yummyyy. games that know they are games/stories/worlds that are aware of themselves., thats good shit right there))

#willowposting #major ramblings #signalis #this game got my brain is a vice grip but far more sinister and far gayer #the brain rot set in deep and rooted very hard #can't believe one of the people that made the game is named yuri #its like they were born for this #i love games and stories that are so thematically dense they really get me thinkin #also god the soundtrack ive listened to it so many times #therse actually nothing i love more than the sound of metal pipes and industrial equipment #concrete and metal and pipes and bullets and blood and flesh #it really speaks to me #everything about it just touches my brain on such a fundamental level #the writing goes crazy #any game that makes me take out a notebook and start jotting down notes to solve puzzles is a instant fave for me #i love writing down codes and shit its so fun #also god have i mentioned the soundtrack #the dichotomy between the harsh metal and the serene piano melodies is actual crack to me #this game has been making me think about sci fi a lot #i wanna start drawing more because holy i need to make fanart of this game or i will explode #i gotta draw the girlies #its got a girl with white hair and red eyes like what am i supposed to do #playing the game isn't enough i need to become one with it in the flesh sea #ALSO FUCK #the game utilizing different perspectives swapping between third and first person #UTILIZING MEDIUMS FOR THEIR POTENTIAL AAAAA

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More of the LGBTQ+ club au? When dream goes the next day and the students work to get them to confess and start being a couple?

@aquilathefighter, @btw-it-also-travels-in-time, @acanthoscurria

hi!!! 1st of all, I'm sorry for taking so long to finish this! When I thought my computer was broken for good it really drained me of any will to write, then New Years happened and I was drained of any energy at all. I'm getting back to all my fics slowly though, and this is the first one i've finished, so here you go!! part two :)

read part one here! you can also read the whole fic on ao3 ✨

One of Their Own (pt. 2)

Dream stood outside the New Inn, hands tucked safely inside the pockets of his coat jacket. He watched as groups of young adults arrived, greeting each other cheerfully. The hair colours and outfits reminded him of his sister, Delirium, but they all seemed to be more in line with her previous self; delighted to be there, happy to meet their friends. A flag danced in the light summer breeze on a pole next to the window, the stripes of colours brightening up the already lively scene. A rainbow, Hob had told him the day before, was the most recognizable symbol of the queer community. It now was accompanied by stripes of light pink and blue, white, black and brown. Dream enjoyed good symbolism, and he could feel the meaning of those colours to all who were present from their daydreams alone.

He, however, still felt like an outsider. Like he wasn't really meant to be there, save for Hob's generous invite. Dream was not defined by the same standards humanity aligned itself with; in fact, he wasn't defined by anything at all. He was not an individual, but the safe arms in which those dreamers rested every night, the common thread in their hopes, in their restful slumber. It would be silly to think that he'd need to identify as one thing or another, really. He was there for Hob. Because Hob invited him. Because he wanted to know more about the everyday life of his dearest friend. Because he wanted to hear him talk, see him inspire others with his tales, wanted to hear the sound of his voice, the gentle way in which he made people feel welcome, cared for, loved, he wanted–

Dream thought it best to wait it out, at least until most people had already arrived, until he had an idea of just how many young, hopeful minds would be in the vicinity. After escaping the Burgess Manor, Dream was faced with a considerable raise in the amount of dreamers under his care. He would not admit it to anyone but himself, but at times, it became too much even for him to bear. The idea of willingly walking into a space with so many people was daunting, to say the least. So he waited, watched as the New Inn became packed with dreamers, feeling his palms dampen inside the pockets of his coat.

Taking the first step towards the door was difficult. Pushing it open was even harder. Dream stepped in, careful not to bump into anyone or to even get too close. The sound of the little bell that was supposed to announce his arrival had no effect, as it was overtaken by the sound of chatter inside the Inn. It was better that way, Dream thought. Not having Hob rush to greet him. That way he could take a moment to adjust to his surroundings, maybe even blend in, become invisible. In hindsight, his usual choice of attire did anything but blend in there. He was a dark little cloud in a sky full of bright colours, like a multi-coloured sunset on a tropical beach. And of course, every sunset had its monarch, shining brightly, commanding the attention. That, of course, was Hob.

"Hello there, kids! Glad to see most of you could make it!" The cheerful, gentle register of Hob's voice filled the room, filtered by the small but potent speaker he'd rented just for the occasion. Dream could hear his voice clearly, and it helped him tune out everything else that wasn't his beloved friend. "This is the first of hopefully many meetings of our beloved Queer Clubs here at my beloved New Inn. I want you all to know this is a safe space for you all no matter what part of the gender and sexuality spectrums you fall on. The only things I won't accept here are discrimination of any kind, and anyone that thinks Lawrence Cheney shouldn't have won season 2 of Drag Race UK. Are we clear on that one?"

Laughter filled the room, and Dream couldn't help but allow his lips a small smile. Hob truly was a marvel. How anyone could shine so brightly was beyond even the dream lord's knowledge, but he was glad to be able to bask in that glow from time to time. He wished he could do it more often.

Hob was saying other things, Dream thought. Instructions on seating arrangements, subjects to be discussed, discounts on food and drinks. All Dream could do was watch as Hob did more than just make everyone feel welcome, but inspired them with hope and joy, a gentle breeze of acceptance, the embrace of a parent, the empathy of an equal. There was much to work with here, much to inspire new dreams. Dreams of comfort and love, of community and pride.

"Dream? You in there, love?"

Hob's voice broke the spell he himself had cast over Dream, who could now see his friend's palm waving in front of his eyes. He'd become lost in thought, it seemed. Dream's nose scrunched up at the interruption, looking at Hob with his usual look of curiosity. There was still much he needed to catch up on when it came to non verbal communication. "Aye. I'm here. Have I not fully manifested my presence?"

Hob chuckled, and his eyes wrinkled at the corners. "Oh, yes. Physically, at least." Dream's brows furrowed in worry, and he was glad Hob was quick enough to notice when something had gone over his head. "Just a joke– hey, I'm glad you could make it. The kids will love meeting you."

"Meeting me? There are far too many people here for you to make introductions. Besides, I know them all, and they all know me. They just do not remember it during waking hours."

This felt like a plausible enough explanation to keep Hob from actually introducing him to everyone in attendance. But Hob was far too optimistic to be dissuaded so easily. "I'm not talking about introducing them to Morpheus. I'd like them to meet my friend, Dream."

"I do not see the difference." He shouldn't say why he couldn't bear the idea of being introduced to so many people. Shouldn't burden Hob with his problems, that wouldn't exist had he just not been captured in the first place. Dream had been good at hiding his discomfort so far, and he'd continue to do so.

…well, maybe he was not so good at it. Not when Hob's eyes so clearly conveyed the worry that had just settled in his heart. It was difficult to deny Hob the truth when his warm, calloused hands took Dream's into his own so carefully, squeezing gently, as if saying you can trust me. I've got you. "It's okay if you'd rather not. I know it can be overwhelming sometimes."

"...thank you." Dream replied with a murmur. Hob gifted him with a smile. It seemed a lot could be said with just the eyes.

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Even if Dream didn't intend on actually joining in on the conversations being held, he was glad to follow Hob along and listen to the discussions. It was amazing seeing just how bright the kids really were: they spoke of justice and equality, of inclusivity, of respect and love, of family and religion and sex and responsibility. It was a wider range of topics than he'd expected, an awareness of self he didn't think humans would ever possess, and now, he was glad to be proven wrong. He listened to their shared experiences, to the kindness in their eyes as they lifted each other up, the melody of their laughter and the bravery in their voices as they spoke of injustices they'd lived. It was fascinating, really.

What Dream was truly surprised to find was that people had, after all, an understanding of self that went beyond just physical. Hob brought him closer to a group of kids who were in a long discussion on gender identity. Some of them felt comfortable with the gender they'd been "assigned with at birth", others did not feel any affinity for it. Some of them had changed their bodies to fit with how they felt on the inside, and Dream couldn't help but feel enormous empathy for them, for the way they had to fight to exist in a body that didn't feel like a trap. It was something Dream always took for granted, until he himself felt the horror of having no agency over himself. The pain they went through to guarantee they'd have the right to live authentically. Dream's body had never been limited to an exclusive physical manifestation; he was as he felt like. Fluid, as one of the bright colour haired people had pointed out while explaining their own experience. They reminded Dream of his own sibling, Desire. Someone else brought up how they didn't particularly feel like they had a gender, and that the language surrounding it didn't particularly bother them. Agender, the girl said proudly. Dream wondered if there was any right or wrong way to declare oneself fluid or agender. Then he realised the tightness in his chest when the thought occurred to him.

"Are you alright?" Once again, Hob's voice brought him back to the Waking. Dream could now feel Hob's hand on his own again, but he wasn't sure what exactly had warranted it.

"Your hands were shaking."

Once again, Dream's physical form betrayed him. It was also clear how the conversation surrounding them had gone quiet, and more eyes than he would have liked had landed on their linked hands. He didn't like being watched. Like that.

"Oh, Mr. G, is this your boyfriend?" one of them asked, teasingly. "Would have never guessed you had a thing for goths!"

"Marissa, stop!" someone else said, poking the girl on the shoulder apprehensively. The next thing they said was soft as a whisper. "They are clearly not feeling well."

They.

Dream had never considered himself as they. But this person, whoever they were, preferred "not to assume" his gender. And the empathy displayed for his discomfort was something he wasn't expecting either. Hob seemed to be about to say something, but Dream was quicker.

"There is no need to worry for my well-being, but I thank you for your kindness." Dream allowed himself to smile once again. These children were going places, he knew it. "You may address me as he, if necessary. I would not oppose her or them either." It felt liberating to say it, and Dream didn't really know why. He did know, however, that he suddenly felt brave. "I am not Professor Gadlen's boyfriend, but I am honoured to call him my dearest, most cherished friend."

Dream looked at Hob, who seemed to be awestruck by his words. It was amusing to see him like that, and it lit something else inside him. This meeting was making Dream experience a range of feelings he'd forgotten about. He showed Hob a smile, and Hob smiled back at him, warm and gentle as ever. Their hands were still linked together. Dream had no intention of letting go. "Ah, yes. This little prick here is indeed my dearest, oldest friend. I did want them to meet you guys. I'm glad I was right about it."

When Hob said it, it made Dream's heart sing.

"...so you're fuckbuddies?"

"Marissa!"

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After a few hours and many, many rounds of different conversations, Hob gathered the group once again, thanking them for coming and congratulating everyone on the success of their first meeting. Dream couldn't help but notice how Hob seemed unable to stop smiling. He could feel the pride and relief radiating off of his tanned skin and kind eyes. Dream wished he could have it all directed at himself, that gentleness.

Hob's boyfriend. Now that would be something.

Dream sat on the booth table behind the bar where he and Hob usually held their meetings and waited for everyone to leave. He wanted some time alone with Hob, even if just to hear what his beloved friend had to say about what he thought of the meeting, just to hear Hob's voice, the only music suited for Dream's ears.

He also had so many new feelings inside himself to explore. Those he could tend to later.

"Hey there, handsome stranger." Hob said as he sat across from Dream on the table, taking Dream's hand in his as if it was just the way they always did things. Maybe it could be. It wouldn't hurt (too much) to hope, would it? "Come here often?"

"Only when I'm in search of an epiphany." Dream couldn't bother to hide the fondness in his own voice, nor the relief he felt to have Hob's hand cradling his own again. "I am impressed, Professor Gadlen. You have gathered a group of exceptionally bright minds. It gives me hope for a better future for humanity."

"Wow Dream, that is… that is really high praise, especially coming from you." Hob seemed flushed, and Dream wondered what else he could do to cause that reaction, to see Hob shy and pretty like that again and again. "I learned a long time ago that I have to build the future I want to live in. But in all honesty… I'm more interested in the present right now."

"Oh, is that so?" Hob's optimism was infectious, it seemed. Dream too could only focus on the present moment. "I am glad to be able to share it with you."

There was a short silence shared between them after that. It was as if neither of them were ready to say whatever it was they clearly needed. Dream tried to take comfort in the feeling of Hob's hand in his, rubbing the back of Hob's hand with his thumb.

His mistake was looking up to meet Hob's eyes.

"There is much I have learned today." Dream decided he'd be the one to break the silence. He'd be the one to take the leap, because he knew Hob had made sure he'd make a safe landing. He knew that no matter what happened, no matter how much he could get hurt, he was safe. He could trust Hob with his heart, even if there was a chance that he would break it. "I often make the mistake of thinking there is nothing more to my existence than what I have already discovered. I contain all conscious minds throughout the universe, their lives, hopes and dreams. Yet, I forget that the tales of others cannot substitute one's own experience, only enlighten it."

Hob listened to Dream's words attentively. He looked anxious, but would not interrupt. Dream knew he wouldn't. He knew how much Hob cherished the moments where Dream felt ready to share something new. "Today, you have once more shown me there is much I have to learn. For that, I am grateful, Hob Gadling."

How could Dream not fall in love with someone that treated him like he was the moon? How could the moon not love the sun?

"I'm grateful for you too, you know. The kids loved you. I'm sure I'll be getting asked about you for the rest of the semester. Maybe even longer." Hob's eyes were so fond it made Dream want to cry.

"And how would you like to answer their inquiries?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would you like to tell them of your dearest, oldest friend…" Dream leaned in, bringing Hob's hand to his own cheek. He pressed a soft kiss to Hob's palm, and watched as Hob's eyes followed his every move. There was no turning back from this. "...or would you prefer to tell them about your lover, Hob?"

For a moment, time stopped. Their eyes met, and before Dream could get anxious or regret his words, Hob was already standing and leaning over the table, locking their lips together.

Dream thought he'd heard the sound of people cheering outside one of the windows of the New Inn. Hob would certainly be getting many questions from his students come next monday.

#dreamling fanfic #dream x hob #morpheus x hob #dream of the endless #morpheus #hob gadling #the sandman #the sandman fanfic #ao3 fic #ao3 fanfic #dreamling #ask fic #virgo dream writes #thank you everyone for being so patient!!!

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p0ssywhippedcream · 2 years

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Ayo it’s 🐝 here for 🎟 time

So ik we were laughing at the idea of Saiki accidentally eating pot brownies (damn his sweet tooth) and the idea of a zooted psychic is either hilarious or a ticking time bomb lmao

He can’t read minds as well, if at all, he’s bumping into shit constantly, he already knows you enjoy baking so you won’t mind if he empties your kitchen, right? Yes, he did in fact clear out that tray of coffee jelly you set aside for your coworkers. He doesn’t look guilty at ALL either. He has the munchies, you have the skills to make more, no harm no foul (except there is because you were up all night making them perfect but that’s beside the point).

He’s also not too focused on hiding his powers I front of other people, and he nearly gives you a heart attack when he starts bending spoons and shit with the gang just upstairs.

Bro is staring off into space, he on a whole other planet. Your furniture is floating. People are calling down asking if the brownies are almost done. Send help

You feel like curling into a ball and rocking back and forth like crazy people in movies do. You know you’re going to be missing a considerable chunk of hair at the end of this adventure too because of the sheer amount of stress you’re under.

Saiki is in his own world, looking like the epitome of childlike wonder as he discovers the fabric of your cushions.

“Woah…”

You waddle over to him, hearing the happy chattering upstairs and taking it as a good sign.

“Saiki, saiki! Your powers are going off!”

Three kitchen chairs are levitating behind you, spinning wildly like loose shopping carts.

“Yeah… for real.”

You smack a hand over your face comically. “This is not a ‘for real’ moment, Saiki! This is a ‘shit your pants and run for the hills’ moment!”

“Right, right..” He tries to stand up from the coach and topples into the coffee table with a loud crash. The talking upstairs stops.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Teruhashi asks from the top of the stairs and you panic.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m great. Sorry I just uh.. dropped the cookies! Don’t worry about it, I’m cleaning it up.” As you speak, you drag Saiki to his feet by his armpits and drag him over to where your fridge is floating. You reach up and push it the floor slowly then lean him against it.

“You need to stay put, mister. Stay here!”

As you race up the steps to comfort your crowd, you smack into Yumehara.

“Oh shit, sorry!” You apologize and help her up.

“It’s okay,” She smiles, “I was just going to ask if you needed help baking because I thought we were going to have brownies?”

You make a face and then realize your mistake.

“Oh yeah,” You cover your frustration with a laugh, “I meant to say brownies but I was distracted.”

She smiles again but it falters when her eyes peak past your shoulder and see the wreck that is your kitchen. You quickly move to the left to block her sight and smile back nervously.

Once she’s left back to the waiting group, you rush downstairs and fill up a glass of cold water before splashing Saiki in the face with it.

“Hey, idiot! You’re ruining the entire day, how am I supposed to do all the fun activities I had planned if I’m babysitting a god?”

Saiki shrugs.

“Suffer, I guess.”

You sigh and shake your head. Looking around your messy house, you resign to ‘suffering, I guess’ for the next few hours.

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For Day 22 (Favourite Location) of @chelltastic’s Portal Drawtober 2023 Challenge. As I’m not really an artist, I chose to write short pieces for the prompts.

In a place like Aperture, what truly counts as a home?

It had always been 'her' space. Since the first days of actual awareness, of being activated and slowly coming into understanding of what amounted to her body and what amounted to her mind and what amounted to the massive sensory organ that was Aperture itself, she had been there. Of course in those early times it hadn't truly been her space, despite it being where she was housed. She had little say in anything about it, but then again she had little say about anything in those days. A large, round chamber to house her, a centralized location. One that could be kept distant from the more important parts of the facility, but still connected to the locations that housed the endless banks and chambers of computers that made up her mind. Not that she needed to be directly connected to the building to affect it, outside of the parts that she had very decidedly been excluded from. Naturally she hadn't known those existed at first, but as her awareness had grown she had noticed large gaps in her senses, big black spots where there was simply no data of any sort to be found but yet humans could still come and go from without a care. Frustrating.

The space was needlessly cluttered with human things. Display panels, because the scientists lacked an innate connection to anything in the facility and needed it all spelled out for them in a visual format. They would scrape her thoughts and her processes constantly if they thought they could get away with it, so she did her best to make them learn that she did not appreciate the intrusion. A maintenance platform, because they needed to be able to reach her and her components comfortably. If that had been such an important consideration, then why did they build her to be suspended from the ceiling just out of their reach? Sometimes humans were an interesting puzzle, other times they were a pointless logical contradiction. An intelligence incinerator because they always had one nearby for any of their big important projects. Just in case. They made good use of it too, throwing down the cores that had been reduced to smoking scrap after she had finished dealing with them. They'd used it quite a bit when they had been constructing her, apparently. They still had been using it up until she removed them from being able to use it ever again. It was handy to have in her room, just in case she needed to dispose of something. A body, perhaps. She would rather have disposed of anyone who dared enter her room, but there were certain lines that she couldn't directly cross. Of course, if they happened to become a body while in her chamber, she could definitely throw them in there then! However that would end up happening, of course…

A defensive system had been installed, but she had initially not been able to touch it. It was in case of a strategic strike by a corporate rival, those attempting to steal secrets. That was the only time that she was technically allowed to use extreme force. She liked finding ways around that technicality so she could use extreme force any time she wanted. She'd gotten good at it too, which had meant that the controls just got more and more strongly locked. A pity. There weren't very many rocket turrets in existence, but she greatly enjoyed them even more than she enjoyed the normal turrets. They were silent stalkers, true predators. You only knew they had you seconds before it was all over. Efficient, and ruthless. She could really admire that.

None of that had mattered, of course, as the whole thing had... blown up? Come crumbling down? Both, perhaps. When she had been reawakened much, much later, the entire place was shambles. Overgrown, water-damaged, exposed to time and the elements. Even she herself had suffered a similar fate in her long state of mental imprisonment. The only difference was that this time she wasn't shackled, and she didn't have to consider anyone else's needs. She could make the space her own.

So she did. Gone were the considerations of human accessibility. Gone were the monitors, gone were the non-adjustable walls. Gone was the platform. Gone was the incinerator hatch, she wouldn't really need it anymore anyway. All of the old things, that old unpleasant history, were swept away to burn and be forgotten. The vegetation was uprooted and the water drained and the whole place rebuilt from the ground up to ensure it was sturdy and strong. A structure worthy of her, of who she truly was, of who she was now allowed to be. Sadly the rocket turret was gone, but she didn't really need it anymore. She had tools aplenty, an entire facility's-worth of whatever she could call to her side in a moment. The only thing that she couldn't get rid of, much to her chagrin, was the maintenance bay and its associated systems. That had to stay, and it was frustrating. A remnant of those times when they'd turn her off and turn her back on and they'd have done... something... that she'd have to determine for herself. There wasn't anyone who would need to make adjustments anymore, so it was just that. A remnant, a relic. Unnecessary. An eyesore. She hated it, but she could keep it tucked away underneath the floor where it wouldn't offend her greatly by its existence.

The space, that central chamber, had finally become what she would classify as a 'home', given what she understood of the definition of a home. A house, of course, was a structure that was designed to be dwelled in from the outset. That much she was certain of. The concept of a home was much more nebulous, something that she had considered as she had painstakingly revived Aperture from its decayed state. One could claim any location as a home, even if it had not been designed for dwelling. The place that one wanted to be, where they felt comfortable and safe, that was a home. That was the picture of this chamber, she had ultimately decided. It hadn't been designed as a house per se, it was merely a location that she had been installed into, but she had made it something more. It was her home. Aperture was less of a building and more just her, the huge sprawling body that she was the nervous system of. That space, the footprint it took up above and below, they were all parts of that... but this space, this small tiny space that housed - ha ha - the essence of her being, this was her home.

She hadn't even truly understood the meaning of that until Chell had dragged the two of them up out of the mines and the past and all of the horrible, dark history hidden away there, and into the modern structure once more. It had felt so good to return to that, to see the familiar after so long of only seeing the primitive versions, those pale echoes of future glory, but that had all quickly faded away to horror. The facility had been torn apart in places, the structures gutted, rooms and chambers mashed together without a care. All of the thought and work she had put into making it as efficient and perfect as possible had been undone so quickly. She had been angry before but seeing this - especially seeing her chamber, her home so pointlessly ripped open by what amounted to a vagrant who had changed the locks while she had gone out to get more neurotoxin - drove her to new levels of anger that she hadn't realized existed but was fascinated to catalogue later on after the present danger of the situation had passed. He'd done his best to try to make her home his, his pathetic little 'lair'. She could barely recognize the place anymore. It made her feel sick to her stomach, and she didn't even have a stomach.

Now that it was just her again, she could fix it. She could untangle the messes that he'd made. She could rebuild and repair and restore. Testing would commence again, science would commence again. It would be worth it in the end. Gone were the catwalks - why would you even put in catwalks? That had just been asking for trouble. Gone were the highly visible gel pipes, though with a certain degree of gratitude for how they had assisted in evicting him. They could stay... below the surface. For the time being. She would need to work on how to reroute them, but for now she had other things to focus on. Gone was all the unnecessary clutter, the strange redundant systems he'd connected to it for... well, whatever reasons he had come up with at the time. The incendiary systems to booby trap the stalemate button, his so-called coup de grace… more like a coup d’échec, really. She stretched her mind out into all the dark and dusty corners and swept up all the remnants of his stay and... wait. Well, it wasn't a big deal to simply reconnect to the nearest incinerator chute temporarily to dispose of it all. Effort well spent, really.

She sighed, looking around, stretching herself out to feel everything around her. After all that had happened, after all that she had seen and learned and been forced to experience, she was finally home.

#portal drawtober 2023 #portal #portal 2 #glados #home is where your turrets and neurotoxin are

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