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disneyprincemuke · 5 months
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for the girls * fem!driver
she isn't worrying about being on track for the first time - she worries about the media.
pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!driver, f1 grid x reader
warnings: literally a piece of garbage, SO inaccurate, no idea what i’m doing…
notes: this is sOOO BAD PLS I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE THIs man
also, please feel free to send it some scenarios for this series! you can send them in here freeflow~ none of these will be posted in chronological order so don’t worry about it
(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)
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"here is sebastian vettel's personal addition to the grid, (y/n)," the interviewer grins, turning to face the girl. "welcome to the 2023 formula 1 season. thank you for coming in."
"thank you for having me," she smiles, hands clasped together in front of her. she's been following sebastian around all day - she doesn't want to be left alone in such a tough crowd.
"how does it feel to be the first woman in formula 1 in almost 2 decades?"
"i'm very thankful for the opportunity given to me to achieve this spot on the grid. i hope i'll be good enough to create a difference and be the stepping stone towards more women in the sport," she answers cordially, moving her arms slightly.
interviews, unfortunately, were also a very big part of the job. she didn't really mind it, but she knew the controversy of her being in the sport, and it's been driving her insane since the pre-season testing.
"and of course congratulations on your move from formula 2 to the main league. how do you feel about the doubters or naysayers who are saying you don't belong here?"
"i think it's unfair to assume my placement in the season before it has even started. i have worked as hard as everybody else to get where i am today, so i'm just really hoping that the fact that i am a woman does not overshadow all my achievements."
she's seen all that's said about her. the news articles, the videos criticising sebastian's choice to vouch for her, and the comments under her posts and announcements - it's very disheartening.
sebastian has tried his best to tell her otherwise, telling her time and time again that he wouldn't have vouched for her if he didn't think she had the potential to be here.
"and how are you getting along with everybody else on the grid?"
"very good. i mean, we've already been acquainted for years and that really helped me out a lot," she laughs, locking eyes with sebastian doing an interview right next to her. "but it is still a competitive sport. it's going to be a climb out there from my starting position at 18th. hopefully it will be a good race."
"of course, good luck out there."
"thank you so much."
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"just like we talked about. you'll be fine," sebastian folds his arms over his chest, leaning back into the wall.
she's pulling the sleeves of her race suit over her shoulders. "why don't i believe you," she mutters, looking down at her shoes to avoid his eyes. "think about what the media would say if i don't finish in the points today."
"who cares about what the media has to say? just do your best out there today," sebastian repeats, patting her shoulder lightly to get her attention.
he flashes her a grin when she looks up, only to have her roll her eyes as she zips up. "me. i have to face the interviewers later, remember? not you."
"just race like you always have. you're doing this for yourself. not the media, not the insecure guys hiding behind a screen, and definitely not the interviewers." he grabs her shoulders, shaking her just slightly to lighten up the mood. "i'll be in your ears to help you out, okay?"
she sighs, leaning slightly to the side to grab her balaclava off the table. "promise to tell me when i'm being reckless?"
"i'm your race engineer. i've got you."
he turns her around, towards the track where the cars have lined up. "get out there and shut them all up. you're doing this for the girls, remember that."
"right. for the girls," she huffs, wiping her hands on her race suit. she takes the helmet that sebastian is holding out to her and gives him a smile. "okay. i'll talk to you through the radio."
and she does everything she has to do. she’s in the race car, anticipating the formation lap that’s about to start.
days leading up to this moment, she didn’t think she would be so nervous to be behind a wheel. she doesn’t typically let the feeling get to her so much.
but it’s different now that it’s being broadcasted to the entire world. she’s now watched by ten times her normal viewership.
“radio check,” sebastian’s voice comes into her ears. his voice has become a significant point to calming her down behind the wheel. you would be surprised how well he can calm her down just by his voice.
“copy.” she breathes into the mic unknowingly as she exhales, looking up and taking in her view.
her car was surrounded by the engineers, making the final touches on the car and triple checking all the components.
within a few seconds, she can see the sky as they disperse — the sun is shining bright and there are barely any clouds. to her right is yuki, also looking around the grid and the grandstand.
she locks eyes with him as he looks around, her eyes crinkling at the corners to acknowledge him. he returns the gesture with a smile through his eyes then a thumbs up to wish her luck.
she lifts her hand above the halo and returns the thumbs up.
“okay, the first car has taken off for the lap. i’ll check in on you again in a while.”
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her grip on the steering wheel is tight despite the engine being turned off. she’s proud of herself for making it through her first race in the league, even parking the car neatly in parc ferme.
“you did amazing.”
“you’re only saying that. i didn’t even finish in the points,” she answers dejectedly, rolling her eyes to herself.
sebastian tries to make light of every situation, even if the normal person would not be able to find that in a frustrating position. but he was also a rookie once. the least he could do is empathise and try to make this experience less daunting for her.
he’s investing in her — her talent is impeccable, but he has to make sure that he fosters and encourages her into the best version of herself. the racer that he knows she is, she just needed someone to actively believe in her.
“the climb from p18 to p11 is good progress. the season just started, kid. the only way is up.”
“sure,” she chuckles. “i’m getting out of the car. see you in a bit, seb.”
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taglist: @wcnorris @treehouse-mouse (comment to be added)
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woso-dreamzzz · 1 month
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Ausenal II
Arsenal Women x Teen!Reader
Summary: You travel for an away game
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It was a long drive up to Liverpool.
Like four plus hours kind of long.
Which meant you had plenty of time to do your homework.
Steph wandered around the house, picking up her bags and sorting through the last of the mail before turning to you.
"Have you packed your laptop?"
You nodded.
"And your calculator?"
You nodded.
"And your boots and your socks?"
You didn't stop nodding.
"Okay. Let's get this show on the road."
Steph drove you both to the training grounds. She looked at you in the backseat and adjusted her rear view mirror. "Did you pick up your lunch?"
You held up the little brown paper bag she'd packed for you.
Steph nodded. "Good. Right, onto the bus with you. I'm just going to pop in and grab some water from reception."
You nodded.
Away games like this were always the same. Steph let you have a little lie in as she double then triple checked your bag and made you your lunch. Then, she would wake you up where you would beg to just have something small for breakfast like a protein bar but she would make you eat a full meal. Next Steph would drive you to the bus where she would make you get on while she slipped inside to get you some extra water in case you got car sick.
Now came the next part of your routine.
"There she is!" Katie crowed from her spot next to Caitlin. "We've been saving you a seat."
She nodded to the seat opposite her and you sat.
This was normal as well. Leah and Alessia were set up at the table across the aisle, playing cards as Kyra kneeled on her seat so she could annoy Lotte and the new American signing, Emily.
No one would sit on your other side but Steph would definitely take up the seat in facing Kyra to make sure she behaved.
"What have you got today?" Katie asked as you got out your schoolwork.
You made a face. "Biology and Chemistry."
"Did you bring the funny calculator?" Caitlin asked, making grabby hands for it.
"I need it," You said.
"I only want it for a bit," Caitlin said," I'm going to send Macca and Lanni a picture of me writing boobs."
"You're so childish," Steph said in greeting as she arrived on the bus," Leave her alone. She has deadlines." She passed you over two bottles of water and looked at you sternly. "Drink one of them now."
"She means," Katie cut in," Make sure you finish it in the first half of the journey so when we get to the services, you can have a toilet break there."
That was part of the normal routine too and you just nodded.
You got to work quickly even as the bus turned into carnage the moment you set off.
At some point, Caitlin had grabbed your calculator and was amusing herself using the graph function after sending the boob picture to Macca and Lanni.
Kyra was still annoying Lotte and Emily even after Steph made her sit down and turn around.
Leah and Lessi's card game got progressively more aggressive as the time lagged on and you found yourself abandoning your schoolwork to watch.
"Cheater!"
"You can't cheat at Uno, Leah! You're being a bad loser!"
"I haven't lost yet and there's no way you had that many plus fours! You're such a cheater!"
"Just because you have bad luck doesn't mean that I do! Now pick up your cards or resign!"
"Hey."
You snapped out of your watching to look across from you. Katie raised a singular brow and looked down at your laptop.
"Didn't Steph say you had deadlines? Come on, get it done so you can relax on your way back."
You huffed and got back to work.
"And start drinking your water too! It helps with brain power!"
You diligently typed away, absentmindedly snacking on whatever Katie pushed your way and having to fight back you calculator from Caitlin.
When it came to the twenty minute break at the services, you were more than happy to escape into the fresh air.
"Hand," Leah said as she caught up with you, holding her own hand out expectantly.
"Leah," You began to whine but a firm look from her had you slipping your palm into hers.
Kyra snickered behind you and you felt your face go bright red. "Don't wander off," Kyra teased as she moved past," Wouldn't want to get lost, would you?"
"Kyra!" Steph snapped as she approached," No teasing! It's mean!"
You and Leah didn't stick around to hear anymore of the lecture because you were dragged to the toilet and then to the little store to pick up a new book.
You were distracted though and kept peering around Leah to look at the snacks.
"No," She said," That's not good for you. Come on, you're choosing a new book."
You picked up the next book in the series you were reading but made sure to take the long way back around to the checkout, purposely walking Leah through the snacks.
"No," She said again, waving a teasing finger in your face.
"Please?" You begged," I finished my schoolwork. And I ate the lunch Steph packed for me!"
Leah looked at you through narrowed eyes, studying you before sighing. "One snack. And not too big either. I mean it, this stuff isn't good for you."
You grinned and went to grab your favourite chocolate bar, dragging Leah with you when it was clear that she wasn't going to let go of your hand.
"Go on," She said, guiding you up onto the team bus again," You promise that you finished your work?"
You nodded.
"Okay. Go and sit with Lessi. Kyra can sit in your old seat."
Alessia was already waiting for you. At some point while you were away, she'd gotten out a blanket.
"Come on," She said softly, beckoning you closer," You look like you need a nap. You had to wake up early."
"I'm not a baby," You complained even though you were already taking your shoes off so you could curl up properly on the seat.
"Teenagers can nap too." Alessia wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you a bit closer.
"I'm not tired," You said," I've got a new book."
"The book can wait. We need you fighting fit for the match later. Kyra's already asleep."
You turned your head to spot Kyra face down on the table, eyes shut and drooling. You huffed and looked back at Alessia.
She was giving you one of those looks that you were more accustomed to seeing from Steph or Kim so you blew out all your air in a big sigh and rested your head on her shoulder.
"Good," Lessi said," I'll wake you up when we get there."
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navstuffs · 10 months
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Nude painting class
Pairing: RookieRE2!Leon x BustyF!Reader
Summary: You and Leon continue meeting in weird circumstances.
Warning tags: au, written with busty/curvy reader in mind, but anyone can read it, SMUT MINORS DNI, nudity, blowjob (m receiving), mask/hidden identity, cum, nudity, tiny cum play, deep-throat, switch!leon, leon loves your tits, ingrid is my oc
Author's Notes: hiiii! my husband gave the ideia (again) for the second part of traffic stop (spoiler alert: he gave the idea for the third/final part as well and it is THE BOMB!!). HABEMUS smuuuuuut! which i want to remind you all, i am no expert, and i hope to continue improving (since for the final part i will def need it)! hope you have fun reading it!
part 1 | my leon's masterlist
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"Nude painting?"
Your friend Ingrid nods her head, excited. You look at yourself: short floral dress, make-up-ready. That wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you came all the way from Raccoon City to celebrate Ingrid's birthday. You came to have fun, get wasted, and end up in some strange man's arms. Not to paint.
"What happened to the Ingrid that loved drinking and partying?" Ingrid simply shrugs, resting against the passenger seat from the rideshare app. Well, it is her birthday, not yours.
"What about you? When are you leaving Racoon City?"
It is your time to shrug now. You decided to stay when Ingrid and most of your friends moved at the end of high school. You never thought of moving away.
"I love you, but Racoon City has nothing in there. It is a small town everyone leaves as soon as they can. What possibly can keep you there?"
A sudden pair of blue eyes crosses your mind, and you feel your face heating up. Ingrid opens a smirk, holding you in the arm.
"Wait, wait, there is someone?" You bite your lips, shaking your head.
"No, there is no one!" Ingrid holds into your arm, pressing you to tell her.
No, there wasn't. You only met Officer Kennedy once and never saw him again. It is not like you were looking hopeful at every police car that passed. Which you weren't. Or wondering if Leon was thinking as much of you as you thought of him.
You try to take Officer Kennedy out of your head for tonight. He is probably five hours away, doing who-knows-what. You are there to have fun.
-x-
Chris crosses his arm, watching Leon walk back and forth, both already dressed in robes. Chris has a malicious smile on his face: he was the one who convinced Leon to do this. Leon needed the money to help pay for his college anyway.
"I swear, you are fine! We are like, what? Five hours away from Racoon City? Who the fuck would see you? And you are going to be wearing a mask anyway!"
Leon knows this. He knows he is very far away from his workplace, yes, he would be wearing a mask to hide his identity. All of that should serve to ease Leon, but it doesn't. He has this strange feeling inside of him, growing since he arrived. 
Before they leave their locker area, Leon is handed a black full-face Venetian mask. He has his hair back with gel, making it all spiky. They are taken to the paint room, Chris giving a thumbs up before they enter the main room.
Leon is trying hard not to place his hands in front of his dick when he gets to the room, although he is still technically covered. There are around twenty to thirty women in front of blank canvases, all eyeing them up and down. His job is to pose and maybe walk around. Easy peasy, Chris mentioned, and you don't even have to talk.
Leon lets his eyes glance around the room. Most women are excited, talking with each other. That's when Leon notices a woman he never thought he would see right here, his heart beating fast against his chest. One that has not left his mind since the traffic stop.
Leon could not believe his bad luck.
-x-
Ingrid is vibrating with excitement when the models start to come out. You warn her to ease on the wine, but Ingrid says it is her birthday, so she can do whatever she wants. Your eyes went from the stronger one with dark hair to the leaner blonde one, hair pulled back with gel. Why did you feel like you knew him?
"Can we touch them?" Ingrid interrupts your thoughts, excited.
"We can NOT touch them, Ingrid! Not if you want to get kicked out of here!"
You hear screams and claps around, and when you turn back, they take their underwear off. Well, great you lost the strip tease. Your eyes go from the brown-haired one to the blonde. Well, it seems he was hiding some muscles in there.
Your eyes go down to his abs, and it stops just above his pubic hair. Should you dare to look more? Oh, fuck it. It is Ingrid's party, you are there to have fun, you remind yourself. You look down at his cock, and you gulp, staring at it a little longer than you should.
"Okay, I get the brown-haired one, you get the blonde one," Ingrid whispers, startling you.
Your stare finally crosses with the model, and he is highly interested in you. You immediately look away, cheeks heating up, focusing on your canvas. You grab the first brush and paint you find and start painting.
The following two hours feel long for both you and Leon. You must look to draw your model, but if you had glanced three times during that time, it would have been too much. Ingrid, half drunk by now, kept her eyes focused on him every time he passed. You barely moved, his leg brushing lightly against your back.
"I think he likes you," Ingrid whispers, covering her mouth.
"Ingrid, he does not!"
"He keeps passing here, staring at your tits. I think he is getting hard as well."
"Ingrid, he isn't staring at my tits!" You say more loudly than you should. Ingrid slowly turns away, and when you go back to your side, Blonde's cock is literally inches away from your face. You don't move, paralyzed, analyzing from the corner of your eyes. He has some pubic hair in there, not entirely shaved (which gave him more charm). You watch as it suddenly twitches in your line of vision, making you lick your lips.
You hear a low clearing of the throat, and you look up, a very intense blue eyes staring at you right back. With your cheek heating up, you lock in his gaze, wondering what would happen if you shove his cock down your mouth.
"And class is up! Let's see what you did, people!" The teacher announces, waking you and the model for your trance.
He quickly moves away from you as you stare at your horrible paint, half of what was supposed to be a human body done in there. Ingrid's paint looks much better.
"Hey, yours look good!"
"You can focus more when you aren't flirting with your model!"
"I was NOT flirting!"
-x-
Leon slams the locker door open, frustrated. It is far away from Raccoon City, Chris said, you will be fine, he said. And yes, Leon would have been fine if he didn't find himself in front of the woman who had been pestering his mind for the last couple of months. Leon had lost count of how many times he fapped for you, your boobs on his mouth, your tits around his cock, as you took him in your mouth, your boobs bouncing as you rode him.
"...bathroom? Oh, shit, I am so sorry!"
Of course, it had to be you, lost on your way to the bathroom and entering the model's locker room instead. Blonde has his back turned against the door. You can't see his face, but you notice as he quickly grabs the mask before him in the locker. Your eyes start going down to his jeans pants and the line of his underwear. Neither you nor he move until you mutter, embarrassed.
"I am really, really sorry."
"I don't think it was an accident. You came here looking for something, didn't you?" Leon tries to mask his voice, going deeper. Inside, he is freaking out. What if you run away screaming, pervert? He is a cop, for Christ's sake! He has stopped you in traffic before, this would be so unethical in levels he didn't even know of.
You stay quiet until Leon hears the door closing and being locked. He turns around, and you look timid by the door, looking anywhere but him, rubbing the front of your dress with your hands.
"Come here. Sit." Leon says, pointing to the bench in front of him. Leon is thankful you don't look up as you sit. You would notice his nervousness, even through the mask, his hands shaking.
He first looks at your cleavage, a tiny part of your green bra poking. Leon wants to touch and grope them, feel them against his hands, but he holds himself back. Leon gently grabs your chin to look at him.
"I saw the way you looked at me in that class. I know you want me, don't you?" You nod, forgetting about Ingrid outside or that you could get in trouble for this. Leon opens a smile, but you can't see it. "Then come on. Open your mouth. "
Leon doesn't have to say twice. You open the button of his jeans, pulling down his underwear with your shaky hands, causing it to fall altogether. He is hard already, leaking. You waste no time shoving down your mouth.
"Shit. Fuck. Li-like that," Leon groans. Not even in his wildest dreams he thought he would have your pretty lips around his cock. And it feels much better than he imagined in any of his fantasies.
You start to move your head down Leon's length as you go deep into your throat, and Leon thinks he can't survive much of this. Leon looks down at you, pulling your dress down and your bra up much rougher than he intended to expose your boobs. Surprised, you moan as Leon places his hand on the top of your head, keeping you moving. 
Your boobs are finally in his view, and he can't believe it. They are exactly as he remembers. Leon watches you rub your legs against each other when he gropes one of them. He could cum like that.
Leon starts bobbing your head up and down, trying to keep his moan as low as possible. The small locker room is filled with his whimpers, and you know you will never forget about them. He is rough but gentle at the same time, making sure you are not gagging and leaving you space to breathe.
"I am clo-close. So close," Leon stutters, and you think you heard that voice somewhere before. "I want to cum all over your boobs."
You nod, your wetness asking for your attention, but focusing on Leon for now. When Leon thinks he is close, he pulls his dick out of his mouth with a plop, and Leon releases his cum all over your tits and bra. You watch, astonished, as the man in front of cums, moaning loud. The only thing you can properly see is his blue eyes rolling, making sure he covers your boobs with his cum.
When he is done, he looks down at you, his breath noisy against the mask. Leon's breath hitches when he sees your index finger pass on top of his cum and take it to your lips, licking it clean. 
Oh, you wanted to kill him.
With a sudden shot of lust into his blood veins, he lifts you up and makes you turn around. On all fours for him, legs spread apart, your hands support themselves in the walls before you. You are soaked, Leon notices, soaked because of him. When Leon places a warm hand against your ass, a sudden knock on the door makes you both jump.
"Hey? Is someone here still?" The voice of the manager of the place sounds curious by the door.
Silence.
You hear the insistent knock, looking at Leon over your shoulder. He lifts his hand up, motioning for you to stay silent.
"Still here," Leon answers.
"Going to lock the building in less than ten minutes, man! Hurry up!"
"I will be out soon!" Leon answers.
The steps start going away, and you suddenly remember Ingrid. Has she even left? With all strength in the world, you straighten up, your hands going to your bag. There were at least three missing calls from her and five text messages wondering where you are. Decided, you start organizing yourself, not even looking at the man before you. You look around for a towel or anything you can clean yourself, and Leon offers you one. 
"Thanks." You clean your boobs, deciding what to do about your bra. With a sudden decision, and to make you remind you of him, you take it off, placing it on his hand. You smirk as he stares at you. "So, you can remember tonight. Remember me."
You pull your dress up, and Leon watches as your nipples hard against the fabric. He doesn't want you to go, he wants to touch you more, but Leon occupies himself, pullings his underwear and jeans up. You two stare at each other for a moment before you nod.
"Well. It was nice, mhm fun."
Say something, Leon. Say anything. Don't let her go like that. Leon doesn't say anything, simply watching you leave, a little disappointed, the door closing behind you with a click.
Leon throws the mask away, finally giving a good breath. His forehead is sweaty, and he could barely breathe on that thing. The back against the cold locker calms him. Leon finishes organizing himself, feeling a little sad you didn't recognize him from before. How would he be if he was wearing a mask? Leon didn't want to be recognized. Leon shakes his head, ignoring the sad feelings on his chest. He let himself go too far.
It is time to forget you.
-x-
Ingrid is sitting down by the parking lot alone. You apologize a hundred times, and she is furious, thinking you got killed or kidnapped before she calls the rideshare app. You promise you will pay her back when you see a motorcycle coming out at the side of the building. 
The man wears a dark helmet, and you just know by the clothes that this is the model you gave a blowjob. He seems to stop, watching you two alone in the parking lot, his leg on the ground. Again, that familiar feeling is in your chest. He seems to be waiting on something, his stare focused on you and Ingrid. Like he is keeping an eye on you and Ingrid, all alone in that parking lot, late at night.
"Come on, it is here! No more letting you out of my sight tonight!" Ingrid grabs you by the arm. You shot one last look at him before getting into the car.
With a sudden realization and the motorcycle passing fast in the opposite direction, you remember why you felt so familiar: the model had the exact eyes of Officer Leon Kennedy.
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scribblesofagoonerr · 13 days
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How can we help you? | Inner Demons
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⟫ Alphabet Challenge, H- How can we help you?
Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader
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"Come on. It's not gonna be as bad as you think it'll be" Leah tries her luck to get you out of her car after you arrive at London Colney.
You can't help but scoff at the older blonde, "Easy for you to say that" You mumble, somewhat loud enough for her to still hear.
"I promise you it won't be. It's all in your head, Bubs" Leah chuckles as she turns the ignition off on her car.
The familiar feeling of nerves begins to return, biting your lip and instinctively tugging at the sleeves of your hoodie, "I don't want to go in there" You speak quietly.
"Well you can't sit in the car instead" The blonde chuckles amusedly, shaking her head, "Come on, I'm with you, every step of the way" she states.
"Nuh uh I don't want too" You stubbornly tell her, crossing her arms as you try and put up a fight.
You don't know why you're reacting like this, it's only a meeting but as soon as you step in that building, it'll be a reminder of what is happening.
Leah resists urge to groan inwardly, "Well you can't sit here in the car and sulk, can you?" she asks.
"Why can't I?" Your quick to fire back at her.
"Stop being difficult, Y/N" Leah leans across you and unbuckles your belt, "Come on, we need to go in before we're late" she adds.
"Nah I'm alright, I'd much rather stay here thanks" You state as you try and plant yourself in your seat, you really don't want to go inside of that building right now and have a meeting with everyone.
"That's not an option, Y/N" Leah huffs and shakes her head, "I'll do you a deal, alright? How about after had this meeting then I'll buy you ice cream afterwards. Hows' that sound?" she bargains with you.
You can't help but eye her suspiciously, "It's the middle of Autumn. What's the catch?" You ask her, curiously.
"No catch, we just need to go into that meeting and sit through it without kicking off, think you can do that?" Leah raises her eyebrow, questioningly.
Shrugging your shoulders, you weigh up your options; You really don't want to go in but you sure do love ice cream, "Dammit, why'd you have to bring ice cream into it? You know how much I love it" You whine dramatically.
Leah can't help but chuckle amusedly, "What can I say, I just know the way to your heart?" she jokes as she ruffles your hair, "We just need to go in there and see what is said, easy as that" she adds.
You narrow your eyes at her waiting for her to say something else, "Fine, alright but I want ice cream afterwards... with sprinkles" you state, like it's the most important thing.
"Okay fine deal,  ice cream with sprinkles but first, we need to go in there so you need to get your ass out of the car" Leah nudges you playfully to get out of the car.
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"Thanks for joining us today girls" Jonas shakes your hand and guides you inside of his spacious office.
"Well it's not like I have much choice to be here unfortunately" You can't help but mutter as you slump down into one of the empty chairs around the table.
Only taking a few seconds to realise there's more people in here than you realise; Jonas, Kim, Leah and the rest of the coaching staff, along with some of the medical staff.
You can't help but feel like your suffocating already.
"Y/N" Leah gives you a look that all but tells you to knock the attitude down and you've only just walked in the room.
"What? It's true, you bribed me with ice cream but it doesn't mean I can't be honest about my feelings" You speak honestly, shrugging your shoulders.
"You bribed her?" Kim looks at Leah in disbelief.
"She refused to get out of my car, I had to get her out of there somehow. What else was I supposed to do?" Leah questions the older women.
"Hey, I kept my end of the deal so now you have to keep yours. I want ice cream with sprinkles" You declare, shifting back to lean in your seat as you cross your arms.
"After the meetings' over" Leah reminds you with an amused smile on her face, "Lets' just listen to what Jonas and the rest of the guys have to say first" she adds.
"We've missed your sense of humour around here, Y/N" Jonas chuckles, listening to you stubbornly demand ice cream, "Anyways I think we're getting a little of topic here with what we need to discuss about what's best going forward and how we can help you" he tells you.
You huff and narrow your eyes at your head coach, "Cut the small talk, Jonas. Am I being sidelined or not?" You ask, not wanting to beat around the bush about things.
"Y/N just let him talk" Kim states, giving you a disapproving look.
Trying to resist the urge to groan inwardly and shake your head, "I can't deal with the small pauses or the suspensful waiting, I need to know what's going on. So am I or not?" you wonder.
"Well based on everything that has happened, the club feels that it might be best to maybe, take some time--" Jonas' words were cut short.
"I knew it, I knew it!" You exclaim aloud, taking everyone off guard as you feel the anger and upset to coming to light, "I can't be benched, I can't... I need to play football, it's my passion!" you insist.
"Y/N we think it'll be best so you're able to take that time, take a step back and focus on yourself" Jonas explains.
You glance around the room, looking at the rest of the coaching and medical staff who all have the sort of facial expressions.
They were all in agreement with this decision.
"This will be good for you do this, Y/N" Kim states.
Shaking your head in disagreement, you try and keep your emotions in check before you say something you will regret, "No it's not" you disagree with your captain.
"I know you don't like it Y/N but this will be good for you take a break away from football" Leah tries her luck to get you to understand this better but you're feeling too upset about this to even want to hear them out.
"It won't! I can't do it!" You grit your teeth and shake your head.
"You need this break Y/N" Kim tells you.
"No, no. What I need-- What I need is to be on the pitch! What I need is to be able to play football, it's my hobby, it's my career, it's something... it's something that I love!" You shout aloud as you look mainly in the direction of Leah, Kim and Jonas, "Why am I being punished for this?!" you exclaim.
"Bubs, this isn't a punishment. We're doing this as a way we can help you" Leah tries to reassure you.
"No, like hell it is! This isn't helping, none of you guys are helping me!" Your not willing to listen to any further conversation as you bolt up from your seat, "This isn't helping me, this is killing me and well if so then you guys' might as be the one to hold the blade to my wrists!" you all but scream as you dart out of the office.
"Y/N wait--" Leahs' quick to try and follow after you.
"Let her go and calm down Leah. I can understand that this is a lot for her to take in" Jonas tells the blonde, shaking his head as she sits back down, "We let her calm down and then we can try and talk to her again, we will be there for her" he adds.
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"Kiddo?... Shit, kiddo!" Katie gasps in shock as she finds you taking your anger out on a nearby brick wall, quickly springing into action and taking a hold of your knuckles, which are now bloody and she's pretty sure broken too, "You're okay. Calm down, I've got you" she states gently.
"I hate this, I hate this... I hate this!" You break out into sobs as you cling onto the older girl, "I hate this" You repeat your words as you bury your head in Katies' chest.
"Easy there, easy" Katie guides you to crouch down against the wall as she holds your hands in her own, "Talk to me. What's going on?" she asks once you've calmed down enough.
"They're forcing me to take a break from football" You cry aloud, not willing to accept it just yet, "I can't... I can't do that" you add.
Katie frowns in confusion, "Who is?" she asks.
"All of them in the office-- Leah, Kim... Jonas, all the coaches and medical. They're sidelining me, it's not fair!" you tell her upset.
"Oh, okay I see" Katie nods in understanding and smiles sympathetically at you, "Listen, I know it's a lot to take in and it might not seem like it but this will help to take the time away from all of the pressure" she explains.
You pull away and frown at the older girl, "Seriously, not you, too? Whys' everybody against me" You shake your head in disagreement.
"Nobodys' against you, kiddo. We just want to do what we can to help you" Katie tries to reason with you and explain it better, "When you were in the hospital, it killed us all to to see you like that again-- It killed me to see you like that, selfishly I thought  you being hospital wasn't a good decision but I was so scared and angry to realise that it was done to help you and keep you safe" she tells you honestly.
"You and Leah fought about that the whole time though" You remind her as you felt your knuckles begin to throb from the impact of punching the wall, "I think I did something stupid here" You mumble as you glance down at your knuckles.
"Your upset and you lashed out, it's normal to do things without thinking" Katie chuckles as she stands up and offers you a hand up, which you take as she slings her arm around you, "Come on, lets' take a trip to medical and see if they can help, aye?" she suggests, leading the way to that said place.
You love football, it's your passion but maybe hearing Katie say that, made it made some kind of sense that you need this break to take a step back and focus on other things.
Relieve the pressure of being expected to be so great, switch off and ignore the fans.
You can just ignore the rest of the world around you.
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toruro · 11 months
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hi :3 i've been extremely feral abt joshua lately so:
i think he'd be the type of bf who'll tease his needy s/o. like when you're obviously trying to work him up, he just smiles at you and says some shit like "you can wait until we get home. right, baby?"
and then when he finally gives you what you want, he doesn't hold anything back until you're crying and begging him like shua, please hold on a sec— but he's having none of it bc "aw, but you asked for this, didn't you?"
anyway (kisses u) love u and ur writing always <3 i've been ghostreading so many on the side that i felt really bad and had to let you know how much i enjoy ur stuff through an ask >:'(
take (all of it)
pairing. h. joshua x reader tags. smut, dom shua, teasing a/n. kai wtf...... WTF!!! im barking also >_< THANK YOIMDJ I LOVE U U N UR WRITING THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME c:
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all joshua told you in the car was to get yourself ready because once you two got home, he wouldn't waste a second. you half believed him, half didn't, and now you realize that that was a dangerous mistake.
you worked yourself up to two fingers in the passenger seat, joshua only watching you from the corner of his vision with a sickly sweet smile. you thought he would help you out once you got home—joshua knew your poor fingers weren't nearly as thick as his, couldn't reach nearly as deep as his when they curled into all the right spots.
but you were testing your luck the entire night, and you should've known that joshua wouldn't let you slide without facing the consequences.
which is how you end up with your ass propped on a pillow, back against your mattress, one hand gripping at joshua's bicep while the other tangles in the sheets. he's prodding his fat tip at your hole and your bottom lip puffs out into a pout.
"josh—joshie," you murmur our his nickname in hopes that it'll soothe the mean glint in his eyes. you should know better. joshua's been waiting for this, and he hasn't even stuck it in yet—you'd be stupid think the he'll cave already.
"you asked for this baby," he warns, slamming his cock deep inside you in one go. the stretch wracks a sob through your body, legs flailing and nails digging into his skin at both the overwhelming pain and pleasure.
he's just so huge and he's hitting all the right spots but then again, your poor little pussy can only take so much. "shua, h-hold on," you cry out, as he pulls his hips back.
"huh?" he coos, snapping his cock back into you, causing you to shut your eyes tight and moan loudly as your body jerks against the bed. "you don't want my cock?"
"no!" you protest. "want your cock so bad joshie," you confess, "just want you to slow down a li'l..."
joshua's eyes crinkle up, and his hand grips your hip so tight you know he'll have bruises. "aw, but baby," he murmurs with a faux pout on his lips. you're looking up at him with these puppy eyes and flushed cheeks and fuck, he doesn't know how he can ever hold himself back when he fucks you, "you asked for this, didn't you? all night, right?"
"b-but—"
"don't be a brat," joshua warns when you even attempt to argue, and you shut your mouth real tight, a muffled cry escaping your lips as he continues to ruthlessly fuck into you. he looks down at your cunt and the growing wetness that's creaming his cock, and he has to such in a breath so his eyes don't roll to the back of his head. "needy girl ... you're just gonna take whatever i give you, huh?"
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barcalover86 · 7 months
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Hey I recently just got my wisdom tooth taken out, and I was wondering if you can write a story that Reader got her wisdom tooth taken out and she had the most hilarious reaction, and that Gavi is trying to comfort her but she’s like crying every second or being angry after. Pedri was there and was recording the whole thing?
Thank you!!!
Remember me? - Pablo Gavi
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Hi! I hope you are feeling better! Enjoy, this one is for you! (I searched on tt some information and videos)
"I'm scared.." you whined for the hundred time in the last few minutes. You had to remove your wisdom tooth that started to make you uncomfortable for days.
"Y/n, you are not going to feel anything."
"I'm not scared of the pain while doing it, I'm scared of the after pain!"
Gavi laughed at your silliness face before giving you a kiss on your forehead and going to the waiting room.
Right before you had to open your mouth, you felt like you needed to go to the bathroom.
"Doc, I need to pee."
The man chuckled a bit, telling you that it's alright and you can go. When you walked next to your boyfriend, he looked confused.
"Done already?"
"No."
"Decided to leave?" he laughed, but you were in no mood of his jokes now. You were clearly scared of what's going to happen, and your boy couldn't be serious once.
"I needed to pee, Pablo."
"Ohhh, want to help you? You might relax after-"
"Stop, Gavi!"
He laughed hard before giving you a surrender face.
After you were ready and came back, you saw Pedri sitting next to your boyfriend. You knew he would come because he literally begged you for hours.. now it felt like it was the worst decision you've ever done.
"Good luck, y/n!"
You gave him a short smile, while holding for the last time Gavi's hand.
You apologised to the medical team that had to take care of you, feeling bad that they had to wait for you.
"Don't worry, señorita. We are here to support you and we promise you that everything will be alright. How can we call you?"
"Y/n."
"Alright, y/n. First of all, we have to give you a sedation for you not to feel any pain. We can make you fall asleep, or we can just make your body relax, and you can see everything. It's all up to you."
"I don't know-"
"It doesn't hurt in any case"
The doctor smiled at you before you said you prefer to fall asleep. Maybe like that, you won't be that scared when you'll see all the instruments that were placed on the table in front of you.
"Tell me how is more comfortable, ok?" he said while adjusting your sit.
After you were sedated, you closed your eyes to fall asleep faster, which only took about 2 minutes to be completely in your dreams.
It didn't take long, onlu about 40 minutes, but the two boys that were waiting outside for you, started to get nervous.
"She'll remember me, right?"
"Yes, Gavi! She can't forget you."
Pedri was laughing at how impatient his friend was. Love was driving him mad.
After everything was done and you were finally awake, one of the assistants came to the waiting room to say that you are free to go home for now.
"Can we go see her?"
"Yes. Come right after me"
The two boys entered the room and saw you standing on your butt with your back on the wall. You smiled when you saw your boyfriend and wanted to stand up to go hug him.
"Hi!!!"
"No, no, cariño. Stay right there for a moment." laughed Gavi.
"How was it, y/n?" asked Pedri with a curious face. He was dying to know what you are going to say.
"Why are you filming me?"
Pedri chuckled, telling Gavi that you'll love to see your reaction after you are done with anaesthesia.
"Do you remember this boy, y/n?"
"You think I'm stupid? I'm not like all those girls that... that.. oh, you got it."
"Yeah, yeah, then what's his name?"
"Pablitoo"
Pedri started to laugh hard while recording you.
"How do you feel, amor?"
"I can barely speak and my mouth is dry. Can I have some water, please?"
Gavi went to ask someone for some water, while Pedri was helping you stand up for you to get to your car.
When Pablo came back with a yellow drunk, you borrowed your eyebrows.
"Que es esto?"
"Forgot english, hermanita?" asked Pedri in a teasly voice.
While you showed him your half tongue, not being able to move your mouth much, Gavi was telling you that it's pineapple juice.
"It's going to help you with your dryness"
"Oh, then I'm going to take it." you said while swallowing it in a second.
While you were in the car, you started to complain about hunger.
"I didn't eat for days!"
"You didn't eat since yesterday, and it's not even lunchtime, y/n!"
"You always like to talk that much, Pedri?"
"Oh, who is the one that's saying this!? You've been complaining about food since we left! I'm the driver so I can get you out of my car."
At that, you got sad even if he only joked. Gavi, being the passager, looked back at you to see that you were on the edge of crying.
"Don't cry!!!" he said in a baby voice.
While your boyfriend was trying to make you calm, Pedri arrived at your house.
"Let's go get you some sleep, ok?"
"I already slept! I want to eat something, amorr."
"We eat something, then we can go to have a nap. Deal?"
"Deal."
Pablo prepared you some soft foods for you to eat, but them not being consistent enough, made you still hungry.
"Can you hold me, please???"
Gavi smiled and hugged you.
"You guys are so sweet." Pedri said while recording you again.
"So sweet, yeah. Until he wanted to fuck me right before the operation."
Pedri started to laugh hard, while Gavi was blushing.
"You can't say that, amorrr."
You kissed his cheek, while looking at how hard Pedri was laughing.
"I've got that on record! Ah, I can't wait to see your reaction after you are normal, y/n."
"What do you mean!? You say I'm crazy now?"
"Oh..no, no!"
While you started to catch Pedri, Gavi was the one that was filming it now.
"Go get him, cariño!!"
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mylackoffaith · 4 months
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Dragon's Dreamer - Part I
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Summary: Winning races is child's play compared to waking up naked, and tangled in the sheets with none other than Daemon Targaryen himself. Not only that, but you're also the daughter of Otto Hightower?
pairing: Daemon Targaryen x modern!reader word count: 3009 words
“Cunt!”
You shift your gear, and manage to slow the car a little as your opponent, Blaze moves in front of you as a means to block your path. You swerve to the right, in a way to overtake Blaze. 
This race was not going your way, clearly. Actually, not just the race, but your whole day was just horrible. What with your landlord not fixing the water problem in your apartment and then to top it off, he had the audacity to increase the rent. Dick face. 
You mentally curse the person whose face you first saw this morning, blaming them for the mess your day has become. Then you remember it was your black cat, Storm. Instantly, you retract all your curses because, well, Storm's your baby, and he can never bring bad luck.
Teeth gritted, hands firmly on the wheel, you refuse to let Blaze have the upper hand. Today is not the day you lose a race, especially when there's money on the line. Your engine roars as you slam the gas pedal, and send your car surging forward. 
You can tell Blaze has noticed you trying to overtake him, as he tries to block you again, but you're not letting that piece of shit take your cash home. As he moves to the right, you swerve left this time, and slip past his car and zoom past the finishing mark.
You drift to a stop, a bright smile on your face as you savour the victory. Your chest is heaving, your blood is pumping, and your adrenaline is still running high. Blaze screeches to a halt behind you, his face a mix of surprise and frustration. You can hear the roar of the engines and the cheers of the crowd. 
The cool breeze feels amazing on your hot and flushed face as you step out of your car, heart still pounding. Before you can fully get out of the car, a screech escapes you as you are lifted off the ground and spun around.
It's Emma, your best friend, grinning from ear to ear, and cheering your name. "You crazy bitch, you did it! I could kiss you right now!" they exclaim, as you wrap your arms around their neck to keep yourself from falling.
Emma sets you down, both of you laughing and catching your breath. The high from your victory is buzzing through your veins. You can feel the eyes of the crowd on you, and Blaze begrudgingly walks over, a forced smirk on his face.
"Lucky win. No need to get too cocky," Blaze mutters, trying to save face but you can see the annoyance in his eyes. 
"Cut the bullshit, and face it, she smoked you fair and square. You're just a sore loser." Emma retorts, their tone sharp and unapologetic. They stand next to you, with their hand around your waist.
You can't help the smile that spreads you, and raise a brow at Blaze, "No, no. You're right, Blaze. Maybe it was a lucky win, but when I wake up tomorrow, I'd still be a winner, and you'd still be stuck  to the same old loser routine. Tough break." 
Blaze scowls at your words but doesn't say much, clearly irritated. Laughter erupts between you and Emma as Blaze retreats, the cool breeze carrying away the tension of the race. 
Emma turns to you, placing a kiss on your cheeks. "You, my girl, deserve a few drinks. How about after you collect your prize, we hit The Hop House? First round's on me," Emma suggests, a mischievous glint in their eyes.
You grin at Emma's suggestion, feeling the thrill of the victory still coursing through your veins. "Hell yeah, when have I ever turned down free drinks?" you reply, feeling the rush of excitement and accomplishment.
The two of you head off, with Emma's arm around your shoulder, ready to drink the night away. Your pool of cash awaits, and calls your name. our pool of cash is calling your name, and you've got plans for that moolah – rent's getting paid, the fridge will finally be full, Storm will get a new toy, and that PlayStation plus subscription is getting renewed. Because let's be honest, Joel Miller and Arthur Morgan are calling your name.
Nothing can ruin your night, or the following day. 
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A groan escapes you, and son of a bitch does your head hurts, as you lift it from the pillow. You squint your eyes at the blinding sunlight stabbing through the curtains, regretting every decision made last night. Your head's pounding like a drummer in a metal band, and you're pretty sure a family of woodpeckers set up shop in your brain overnight.
Sitting upright, you realise that the room's a blur, and you rub your temples like that's gonna magically fix the hangover. A pathetic whine escapes you because going to work with a hangover is the last thing you want to do. Dealing with Rhys and his relentless flirting on top of this pain? No, thank you.
"Oh good, you're awake."
You flinch so hard, you might've set a record for the fastest, most ungraceful wakeup in the history of hangovers. The screech that escaped your throat is a sound you vow to never repeat. Like, ever. You whip your head around, and regret it immediately. The room spins, and you grab onto the edge of the bed for dear life.
You blink a few times, trying to focus on your surroundings. The blurred room starts to come into view, revealing a place that's definitely not your messy apartment. Because no way in hell is your room this big, nor does it look straight out of period drama.
You're stuck in some fancy-ass room with curtains that look like they belong in a royal castle. And speaking of fancy, there's a guy sitting across from you, looking like he just walked out of that show that your sister watches and sends you edits and facts about.
The guy is broad, like, shoulders-for-days kind of broad, and tall enough that you gotta tilt your head back a bit to meet his eyes. He's wearing a black coat, the ones that Lords wear in a historical drama, complete with shiny buttons and intricate embroidery
He's got long, silver hair, and violet eyes? What the fuck? You squint at him, convinced you must be seeing things. Violet eyes aren't a real thing, right? Because if they are, you need to meet God immediately and demand why you weren't given a pair.
"Easy there, little girl," he says with a smirk, cutting off your eye-colour investigation. You're still trying to process the silver hair and violet eyes when he leans back in his chair, all casual-like.
You're sitting there, staring at this dude with silver hair and violet eyes, feeling like you just stumbled into a weird dream. But, nope, this is real, and he's calling you "little girl." Rude much? 
"Motherfucker, don't call me little girl. The last guy who tried that got a black eye," you retort, because, seriously, who does he think he is? You might be in an unknown place, but you're not about to let this silver-haired dude talk down to you. 
"Oh, the daughter of Otto Hightower has a bit of fire in her," he chuckles, raising an eyebrow like he's enjoying this little exchange. That smirk on his face? It's practically begging for a fist.
"First of all, who the heck is Otto Hightower, and secondly, who are you?" you demand, your arms, crossed defiantly, suddenly feel a lot heavier, and when you glance down, it hits you.
You're naked. Covered only by these flimsy silk sheets, you're clutching onto them for dear life. You pull the sheets away to look down, to see that you're naked from head to toe. Your face snaps up at the man sitting in front of you, only to see his amused expression morph into a wide grin. Great, just great.
"Oh, don't worry, little Hightower, I've seen it all before," he says with a teasing glint in his violet eyes. You're not sure whether to be annoyed or embarrassed, but you quickly decide on a mix of both.
"Alright, first of all, stop with the 'little Hightower' crap. Call me by my name or don't call me at all," you declare, mustering all the confidence you can while wrapped in those flimsy sheets. He leans forward in his chair, still grinning like he finds this whole situation amusing.
"Fair enough, little Hightower," he says, emphasising the last two words just to irk you.
You shoot him a death glare, but he just laughs. "Alright, Silver Fox, let's cut the crap. Where am I, and how the heck did I end up here?" you demand, deciding to take charge of this weird conversation.
The silver fox tilts his head to the side, a confused glint in those violet eyes, while his head rests on his fist. "Did I fuck you too hard to make you lose your memory?" he smirks, clearly enjoying the banter.
You roll your eyes, unamused. "Trust me, if that were the case, I'd remember it vividly. Now, are you going to answer my question or keep making terrible innuendos?"
"Oh, good one, little Hightower. After the passionate night we spent, I reckon your father would have no choice but to wed us. Could you imagine, the pious and eldest daughter of Otto Hightower, and Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue prince?" he teases, his tone laced with amusement.
Daemon Targaryen.
You can't help but let out a chuckle, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. The laughter bubbles up within you, gradually turning into a full-blown, almost maniacal eruption. It's almost too surreal, and you find it hard to believe that this isn't some elaborate prank your sister pulled.
You remember all the times you had scoffed at the complicated family tree, and the absurdity of season 8. Your sister had insisted you give it a chance, and now it seems like she's turned the tables on you, dropping you into the very world you dismissed.
The daughter of Otto Hightower. The guy that pushed his daughter into the bed of the walking dead and practically handed her a one-way ticket to the chaos express. Seriously, why couldn't you be the daughter of someone sensible, like Ned Stark? The guy was practically the gold standard of fathers in the messed-up Game of Thrones world.
House of the Dragon, you loved it because it was much better than Game of Thrones. You also loved Rhaenyra, your bisexual baby, she could do no wrong in your eyes. Aegon was relatable, what with your mommy issues, I mean sure the guy was… Well, you pause, realising you might be here a while if you list out all his issues.
Viserys, if he weren't a king, you would bash his head in. First the guy pressures his wife for an heir, then he kills her. The only good thing the man did was make Rhaenyra the heir. Then the guy is a dick to all his other children. If Viserys had no haters, you were dead.
Rhaenys, and Corlys. The DILF and MILF of the Seven Kingdoms, and possibly even Essos. Well, followed closely by Oberyn, and Ellaria. . Rhaenys, your queen, held a pedestal in your heart so high you'd gladly sacrifice yourself just for the privilege of sharing the same air. And, oh, when they say black don't crack, Corlys was living proof. 
Laenor, now there's an underrated gem. Honestly, the best guy in the whole series. He accepted the Strong children as his own, raised them as his own, all while hiding who he truly was. Then there was Laena, sweet and fiercest Laena, who you'd willingly walk into fire to protect.
Helaena and Luke. Your precious little babies whom you'd preserve and hold forever if you could. They're the kind of innocence you'd fight the Mountain for. Your little dragons, the only ones who you would kill anyone for.
Jace, your sweet gentleman, the kind of guy who'd rescue kittens from trees. The type that makes you believe chivalry isn't dead. Truly, Ser Harwin's son, and you loved both the father and son, for being the way they were.
Aemond was…well, Aemond. Complicated, pitiful, and a source of both frustration and fascination. You loved Luke, but you also loved Aemond. So you were honestly conflicted when he had lost his eye but gained Vhagar.
But the Daemon gave… a whole new meaning to the term "complicated." It's like he took a crash course in creating chaos and then decided to make it his life'
"You find something amusing, little Hightower?" He's still grinning, but now it's more like he's enjoying a private joke.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head slightly. "Please, just call me by my name. I've had enough of your 'little Hightower' nonsense already. And I'm not finding anything about this situation amusing, trust me," you reply, your tone a mix of irritation and disbelief.
Daemon's grin widens, clearly revelling in your exasperation. He checks his nails, before crossing his arms casually, silver hair cascading down his shoulders. "Alright, name it is, little Hightower."
You shoot him a glare, but he pays no mind, seemingly unfazed by your annoyance. "So, care to explain how I ended up here in this…room?" you ask, your sarcasm dripping like honey.
Daemon chortles, the sound echoing in the room. "Well, my little Hightower, it was quite the surprise, I must say, having the pious daughter of Otto Hightower, bursting into my room, begging me to take her maidenhood. I suppose I should commend you for your bravery. Not everyone dares to enter the lair of the dragon."
You arch an eyebrow, your irritation growing. "You do realise that storming into someone's room and begging for deflowering isn't exactly a standard move, right? I'm not some damsel in distress, and I certainly didn't come here to beg for anything."
Daemon's violet eyes gleam with amusement as he tilts his head, considering you. "Ah, a damsel with a bite. I like that. It's not every day a woman challenges me, especially in such… unconventional circumstances."
"I didn't burst into your room, and I certainly didn't beg for anything. I have no idea how I got here, and I'd appreciate it if you could provide some actual answers."
His grin fades slightly, replaced by a more contemplative expression. "Well, that's a bit disappointing. I was hoping for a more scandalous tale to spread across the Seven Kingdoms."
"Sorry to disappoint your highness, but my life isn't a series of scandalous escapades. Now, can we focus on the matter at hand?"
"Fine. Last night, upon my return from Flea Bottom, what greets me? You, sprawled in my bed, slumbering in all your naked glory, like a celestial offering. It was quite the unexpected revelation," Daemon remarks with a grin, his eyes dancing with mischief.
You glower at him, the reality of the situation sinking in. "Look, I've already told you, I have no idea how I got here. I didn't plan this little rendezvous, and I certainly didn't intend to become some sort of surprise package in your bed."
Daemon's amusement persists as he hands you his white tunic. "Oh, don't sell yourself short, my dear visitor. Not everyone gets the privilege of waking up beside Daemon Targaryen. Consider it an experience worth cherishing."
As you reluctantly take the tunic from Daemon, still wrapped in those flimsy silk sheets, you shoot him a look that could melt steel. "You know, waking up beside you is not on my list of life goals," you mutter under your breath, more to yourself than to him.
Daemon seems unfazed by your displeasure. "Life has a funny way of surprising us, doesn't it?"
You scoff at Daemon's casual attitude, shooting him a pointed look as you begin to struggle into his oversized tunic. It's a struggle not to trip over the lengthy fabric, but you manage to maintain at least a modicum of dignity.
The tunic hangs loosely on you, and you shuffle towards a massive mirror, still holding onto the silk sheets as if they're your last shred of dignity. The room spins a little less now, allowing you to navigate the unfamiliar terrain with some semblance of grace.
As you catch sight of your reflection, you scream. No, it's not because you suddenly transformed into a Targaryen dragon or something equally absurd. It's the realisation that your once normal, probably slightly neglected, hair is now ginger.
Ginger hair.
The ginger hair revelation hits you like a ton of bricks. You stare wide-eyed at the reflection in the mirror, desperately hoping this is just some bizarre dream. You reach up, running your fingers through the vibrant strands as if expecting them to revert to their usual colour with a simple touch.
You take a deep breath, trying to accept the bizarre turn your life has taken. As you gather your courage, the room starts to spin again, and a wave of dizziness washes over you. Before you can protest or question Daemon further, darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision.
The last thing you hear is Daemon's voice, distant and muffled, as you succumb to unconsciousness. The world blurs and fades away, leaving you in a disorienting abyss. The sensation is akin to tumbling down a rabbit hole, but there's no Wonderland waiting for you at the bottom.
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bonny-kookoo · 5 months
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Racer!jk might be my favorite one right now!!! Omg can we please have a drabble on that race where jk crashed?
...but also,,, pretty please can we have a drabble before jk was successful? Shes been with him thru thick and thin, i feel like it would be a great read to see how they were when jk got his first ever major win
I'm doing the second one, before his career really took off.
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"It looks so cute!" You say, looking at the front of the car. "Like it's smiling!" You beam, and Jungkook laughs, walking up to you to look at the front as well. People are watching you- its the first time jungkook has taken you with him to a race after all.
"Huh. I guess?" He wonders, tilting his head a bit. "If you take the headlights as eyes and then the bumper as a mouth.. it does kind of look like it." He admits, and you laugh. You've not been dating too long- but he already knows that your laugh is the cutest he'll ever come across in his life.
"See?" You tell him, before you take a peek at the inside. "It's so small in there though.. and What're those tubes for?" You ask.
"Its called a cage. Basically, if the car flips, the cage stays intact and as result, I do too." He jokes- but he notices you tensing up a little. "It's for safety." He says, and you nod a bit more quietly now.
"And.. all the wires there? Are they gonna cover those?" You ask, and he shakes his head.
"Nah, they stay like that. The car doesn't have to look pretty, just gotta accommodate me and keep me alive and well." He tells you- but it's clear that he's not very tactful in thinking about your emotions. He's not used to having a girl around in this setting- and it shows. "Hey- I'll be fine."
"But this is fucking dangerous, right?" You worry. "I looked up stuff online." You say, crossing your arms. "I'm not stupid." You threaten, and he moves to gently hold your cheeks.
"Baby of course you're not, never said you are." He reassures you. "But it's not my first time, I'll be fine!" He urges, and you can't help but let his big Boba ball eyes get to you. They're sparkling with the heat of his own pride right now, and he deserves to feel like that.
"..okay. sorry." You're not sure what you're apologizing for, but you still do- and he laughs, pecking your lips. Twice, because once is never enough. He doesn't care about his friends whistling in the back.
They're just trying to tease him.
"Dont worry so much. I've got experience, and my driving skills aren't half bad either!" He beams at you, and you smile. "And I've got my good-luck charm here too, so there's no way I'll lose this one." He purrs, pushing you back a little against the side of his car before he kisses you deeper than before, uncaring about looks.
"You sure I'm not distracting?" You ask, watching how he licks the piercing on his lip. "Kook you're literally staring at my tits right now, you're proving my point!" You laugh, and he grins as well.
"Nah." He shakes his head, shamelessly grabbing your ass as he walks you back behind the safety barriers. "I'd call it motivation." He responds.
"Motivation huh?" You tease, and he nods.
"To get back quick, and fetch my prize." He explains to you. "Take you out to a fancy dinner with that money I'll make."
"Maybe I'll let you have dessert in the car." You tease, and he grins.
"Deal." He grins at you, before he leaves to get ready for the dirt track race, leaving you behind with your suppressed worries.
He'll be fine.
Or at least you hope he will be.
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a-amvryllis · 2 months
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i did something bad | landoscar
they say i did something bad, but why's it fell so good?
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! smut, a little angst also; detective/policeman!lando, criminal!oscar
“Witnesses?”
“No.”
“Cameras?”
“Nothing.”
Lando growls, hitting the wall. How? How could he rob a jewelry store with the best video surveillance and security system alone?
“I guess it's for you.” One of the employees hands over a small piece of paper, and Lando picks it up, unfolding it. “Nice to meet you, Lando ;) I think these months will be fun for you.”
“Where is this from?” Lando frowns, and turns the piece of paper over in his hands in search of a signature.
“It was lying at the place of the missing jewelry.”
“Fuck! He's mocking me. Check for fingerprints, I don't know, find anything!” He throws a note and leaves the jewelry store.
This is the third robbery in a month, and no one has any idea who it might be. He works too well - there are no footprints, no fingerprints, no signs at all that anyone was here, except for the absence of another expensive piece of jewelry.
“Soon he will steal the royal crown, and no one will notice,” Max smokes near the entrance, and Lando nervously walks in circles next to him. “Stop. I'm already dizzy because of you.”
“I don't understand! I just don't understand! How is this possible? Not a single clue, Max! He just disappeared, no one saw or heard. Cameras – how can he disable the cameras and security system?” Max silently hands him a cigarette, but the Brit frowns and refuses, “I don't smoke.”
“And it's time to start. You'll go completely crazy with this work.”
“He's also mocking me! He left a note with my name on it, how does he even know my name?”
“And that's interesting. Maybe he likes you?” Max chuckles, and Lando frowns even more, crossing his arms.
“Of course. Maybe next time he'll write his number? Or better yet, he'll come to the police and ask me out on a date.”
“Good idea,” Max laughs, and Lando elbows him.
“We need to think about what all the robberies have in common. View all the nearest security cameras footage. I don't understand, we live in the 21st century, don't we? Why do such crimes still happen?”
“Let's go to the office. There's nothing else for us to do here.” Max puts out his cigarette and they head to the car. Lando is still mumbling along the way, but Max tries not to pay attention to it.
***
Lando works in the office for days, trying to find at least something that will help find this thief. Nothing works out, and he despairs, falling asleep right there.
His phone rings and he tries to find it in a mountain of papers and photos.
“Lando? Your admirer robbed another jewelry store,” Max informs him, and Lando groans.
“Admi- what? But anyway, it doesn't matter. Send the address, I'm on my way.”
As soon as he enters the robbed store, Max hands him another note. There were no prints on the previous one, and Lando opens this one without even being careful.
“You're on the right way, but I'm still faster. Good luck, baby xx
P.S. lilac suits you.”
Lando looks at his lilac hoodie in amazement. Damn, how is that? He put it on for the first time yesterday, and no one except a few colleagues saw him in it. But he has known them for so long that it is unlikely that there is anyone so smart and daring among them to rob a jewelry store.
“Max, this is not normal!” Lando is indignant again on the way home and Max sighs heavily.
“You need to rest. Let's go to the bar tonight? How do you like this idea?”
“Max, how can you even think about this? This maniac already knows my name and how I look like, what's going on?” he's scared, confused, and doesn't know what to do next.
“Don't think about it for one night, okay? You're going crazy.”
Lando thinks for a few minutes, and then sighs. “Okay. Maybe you're right. I really want to get drunk right now.”
“Great. Then I'll text you later.”
***
Lando really gets better after a couple of cocktails. He relaxes and laughs when Max awkwardly sits a handsome boy on his lap. Lando doesn't remember his name, maybe Charles? Max told him something about Charles, so maybe it's him.
Lando feels like a third wheel, but soon notices a handsome lonely guy. He is sitting at the bar, and Lando decides that he urgently needs to drink a couple more shots to finally rid himself of the sweet couple of Max and Charles, and maybe find himself company for the night.
He orders another cocktail, leaning on the bar next to that cute guy. Lando knows that he looks attractive – with tight jeans on his hips, a slightly raised T-shirt that now bares his tanned belly. He sees the stranger's gaze slide over his figure and grins.
“You're cute,” Lando suddenly says, and the guy next to him blushes slightly. The Brit grins, watching his reaction.
“You too,” the stranger says in response.
“Don't you want to leave here?” Lando is suddenly getting too bold, but why not? He's not risking anything, right?
“So right away?” Oscar chuckles, but then continues, “I don't mind. I like to get to the point quickly.”
***
Lando squeaks as Oscar pins him against the wall in the dark hallway of the Brit's apartment.
“Where's your shyness, baby?” Lando giggles, burying his fingers in Oscar's hair.
“Which one of us is the baby?” Oscar scoops him up in his arms, and Lando squeaks, but then laughs loudly as he is thrown onto the bed.
Lando impatiently pulls off his T-shirt and jeans while Oscar undresses too.
“I don't even know your name.”
“It doesn't matter,” Oscar leaves marks on the Brit's neck, and Lando forgets everything he wanted to ask, snuggling closer and hoping to get at least some friction. Oscar grins and pulls away.
“What an impatient baby. Be a good boy, okay?”
“I don't want to wait.” Lando changes their position: now he's sitting on his hips, grinning, and Oscar pulls him towards him, kissing him deeply. He groans when he feels Lando's hands coming down between their bodies. The Brit breaks the kiss, and while Oscar is trying to catch his breath, moves lower, leaving kisses on his neck, chest, abs. He teases him by kissing the inside of his thigh, which makes Oscar squirm, pushing closer and trying to find some kind of friction.
“Don't tease me.” Oscar says, and Lando grins as he watches him. His cheeks are so red that Lando can see it even in a dark room, his hair is sticking out in all directions, and his fingers are helplessly clutching the sheet.
Lando is breathing so close, and Oscar moans, feeling his hot breath on his cock. Lando pulls away again without touching him, and Oscar groans, but the elder takes pity on him, and in an instant almost completely takes the cock in his mouth. Oscar gasps, feeling hot mouth on his cock, and runs his fingers through Lando's curls, pulling them, causing the Brit to moan, sending vibrations to the younger's cock.
“You're so good baby, ah-” Oscar is breathing heavily, and Lando starts bobbing his head, going lower and taking more each time. His eyes are watering and he chokes, but when he sees Oscar's reaction, he is ready to endure this.
“I'm so close, fuck-” Lando hollows his cheeks, and Oscar is ready to cum just from this sight. Last strokes, and he's arching his back, cumming in hot mouth, when Lando looks at him with tears in his gorgeous innocent blue eyes. “Fuck, you're so beautiful.”
Lando smiles as Oscar praises him, swallowing everything that the younger gave him and licks his swollen lips.
“We're not finished yet, sweetheart. We have the whole night.” Oscar whispers, pinning him to the bed.
***
Lando wakes up alone. His head hurts from the amount of alcohol he drank at night, and his body... damn. He throws back the blanket, and sees bruises on his hips, wrists, and he wonders how many more marks this stranger from the club left on his body.
Lando gets out of bed, heading for the large mirror in the corner of the room. Already from afar, he sees that his neck, collarbones, chest are covered with marks and he even likes it. He examines them in the mirror, running his fingers and lightly pressing on the bruises on his thighs, remembering how Oscar squeezed them.
His attention is attracted by something shiny on the bedside table. He comes closer, and sees a small note: “I hope you like it baby.” and a beautiful necklace with two small letters O and P. Lando smiles, and immediately puts the necklace around his neck. Shiny things have always been his weakness, and when it's something that's given specifically to him... He runs his fingers over the sparkling letters, and smiles in the mirror.
It was the best night in months. After he broke up with his ex, he didn't have anyone, and this guy from the club seemed to make him feel something again. Lando frowns, and berates himself for his stupid amorous nature. One night is not enough to fall in love. But the sparkling necklace around her neck attracts attention again. What will happen next? He doesn't even know his name. All he remembers are dark eyes, soft hair, and hands on his body.
Disappointed, he walks away from the mirror, realizing that tomorrow the routine will begin again. Lando seems to have completely forgotten that he has an unsolved case with a very problematic thief.
***
On Tuesday night, he wakes up to a knock on the door. He trudges sleepily to the door, not understanding who it might be. Of course, there is a possibility that it is Max, or one of the neighbors, but when he opens the door, he immediately wakes up completely.
Standing on the threshold is the same stranger he has been dreaming about the last three days. Oscar grins at the elder's reaction.
“Do you mind if I come in?” Lando nods, still not believing what is happening, and lets him in.
“You... Why... Why at night?”
“I'm sorry, I've been working all day, was able to come only now.” He smiles, pulling Lando in for a kiss. “I missed you.”
“Me too,” Lando instantly melts into his arms, and Oscar smiles, hugging him closer.
It's strange, but Lando misses this stranger so much that he doesn't care about anything except wanting to curl up in his warm embrace in bed and fall asleep, which they do. “You're so beautiful, sweet little boy, I know you worked hard this week and so tired. Relax, I'll take care of you.” He runs his fingers through Lando's curls, kisses his cheeks, nose, top of his head and hugs him closer. It's strange that Lando feels safe lying in bed with a stranger whose name he doesn't know and sees him for the second time in his life, but he gives a feeling of calm and comfort.
***
Early in the morning, Lando feels Oscar getting out of bed.
“Where are you going?” He's even a little scared because he doesn't want to lose him again.
“To work. Go to sleep.” Oscar kisses the top of his head and covers him with a blanket.
“When will you come back?”
“Soon.”
Lando falls asleep again, but not for long. A phone call wakes him up.
“Lando? Good morning. Another robbery.”
“It's not the definition of 'good morning', Max.” Lando frowns and gets out of bed.
It's all the same again - no clue, just a note: “I hope you missed me.”
***
Lando wakes up with a strange feeling that someone has sat down on the bed next to him. He opens his eyes, and is startled to see a silhouette.
“What the fu-” before he can finish, he feels a hand on his mouth.
“Shh, baby. It's me.” Oscar whispers, leaning over him, and Lando exhales in relief.
“Why didn't you just come through the door like normal person?” He says as soon as Oscar takes hand away.
“Because i'm not normal person, you know that. And it's much more romantic.” He grins, kissing him slowly. “I missed you.”
“Yeah? I can feel it.” Lando squirms under him, brushing against the bulge, and Oscar moans quietly. “But it's weird.”
“What?”
Oscar's hands are already wandering under Lando's t-shirt, brushing against his nipples, causing him to shudder and whimper, but he continues. “You, coming to my room only at night and ah- through the window. It's not okay.”
“But you like that.” Oscar mumbles somewhere in the crook of his neck, leaving new marks.
“Fuck, ah- true.”
Yes, it wasn't normal, and Lando understood that. It's not normal that he still doesn't know his name, that he allows him to sneak into his apartment at night, but for the first time in a while he feels something. He is ready to forgive Oscar anything, as long as he comes like this every night. And he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on.
“I'm so tired at work today. I just... I just want you to fuck me. Please. Fuck this shit and all these stupid thoughts out of my head. I want you... I want you so bad.” Lando is already sitting on him, impatiently squirming.
“You look so beautiful when you're begging me to ruin you.”
“You're kidding me.” He stops and sits on Oscar's hips.
The Australian grins, and Lando almost cries. “Just do it,” he whimpers, impatiently pulling off his T–shirt, which makes Oscar laugh, “Please!”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
Oscar turns him over again, pinning Lando to the bed, and leaving a trail of kisses from his neck to his hipbones. He takes his time, teasing and watching the reaction of the squirming Lando beneath him. “Stay still.”
Lando whimpers, but stops squirming, and patiently waits for Oscar to undress, watching him. His pale skin looks even whiter in the moonlight, but it only attracts him. The contrast of Lando's olive and Oscar's milk skin - especially when his pale fingers are on the Brit's tanned thighs, squeezing them until they bruise, which Lando then loves to look at in the mirror next morning.
Finally, Oscar returns to him, although it seemed to Lando that he was deliberately undressing so slowly that he would die here waiting. He finds a lube on the bedside table, squeezing it onto his fingers. Lando lies down on his stomach as Oscar carefully places a pillow under his hips. Lando wiggles his hips impatiently, and Oscar grins, sitting closer. Two fingers slip through with ease, and Oscar adds a third. “So loose for me, sweetheart.” Lando whimpers, moving his hips towards him. “Have you been waiting for me?”
“Yes, yes, please-, I'm always ready for you, just please- hurry up” Lando is begging, and Oscar just can't resist and keep teasing him when he needs it so much.
“Aw, such a good boy.” He praises him, and Lando blushes, burying his face in the pillow and clutching the blanket with his fingers.
Oscar pulls out his fingers, and Lando groans in frustration, clenching around nothing.
Oscar doesn't want to wait, he's hard so it even hurts, and after adding some more lube on his cock, he finally sinking into the Brit's entrance.
“Oh my god.” Lando whines, and Oscar chuckles.
“I'm your god? Interesting.” He groans, sliding deeper, and feels Lando tense up, his back is shining in the moonlight with sweat. Oscar leaves small kisses on his back, trying to ease the pain.
“I still don't know your name, so- ah, fuck.” Oscar is picking up the pace, and Lando doesn't understand how he can still form sentences. “So yes, you're-” the elder feels the pressure on his prostate, which makes him make a loud moan, “You're fucking me so good now, that-” his curls are in complete mess, and all he can do is endlessly mumble moremoremore and cling to the sheets.
“Yeah baby, taking me so good. What were you talking about?” It seems that Oscar pushing even deeper, and grips the Brit's curls, and he looks so good now, pleading and whimpering, clenching tighter around Oscar's cock. The Australian sees old, almost disappeared marks on his neck, and leaning closer, sucking and leaving new on bronze skin, playing one hand with the shiny letters on his necklace.
“I- don't remember actually, fuck-” his legs are shaking, and thinking about what he wanted to say is the last thing now.
“I see you still wearing my present? Such a good boy. Does it remind you who you belong to?” Oscar places his hands on the Brit's hips, leaving bruises again. Lando nods frequently, as if his life depends on these praises and Oscar's cock. “Please please I'm so close please can I touch myself?” Lando almost cries, burying his face in a pillow.
“No, baby.” Lando sobs, and Oscar chuckles, “Shh, sweetheart.” He runs his hand over Lando's thigh, waist, and places it under him, touching his cock and the Brit desperately fucking into Oscar's fist. The Aussie cums almost at the same time with Lando, feeling the trembling body beneath him.
“Thank you.” Lando says, when Oscar wipes all the mess and all he wants is to kiss the Australian right now. No one really cares about him, but Oscar does, and it makes him fall in love even more.
“You're welcome.” Oscar grins as he lies down next to Lando and pulls him into his arms.
Lando falls asleep in a warm embrace, snuggling closer and feeling Oscar running through his curls, whispering sweet nothings.
***
He wakes up alone. Sometimes he thinks that he's just going crazy, and all these nights were only a dream, but when he sees bruises and marks on his body, he only sighs in frustration.
It becomes a kind of routine - Oscar shows up at his apartment at night several times a week. Lando waits impatiently for him every night, opening the bedroom window. He doesn't care that summer is over and it gets too cold at night to sleep with the window open. He's waiting for Oscar, and he realizes how pathetic he is. This stranger could disappear at any moment and never appear in his life again. He's in love - and it's so stupid, but he can't help himself. Oscar takes care of him, and it doesn't take more for Lando to fall in love after several years of a toxic relationship. For the first time, he felt really needed and loved, and even his work no longer bothered him so much. He still hasn't solved the case, but this thief hasn't appeared for a while, and Lando even forgets about him sometimes. Especially when he's with Oscar.
Once again, when Oscar leaves before dawn, in the dark, Lando grabs his wrist.
“Don't leave me, please.” He's sobbing, he's so tired of waking up alone, and for once he wants to see Oscar in his bed, in daylight.
“Sorry. I must leave.” Oscar whispers, unclenching and removing Lando's fingers from his wrist. He bends down to kiss him again, but Lando turns away, crying silently. Something inside Oscar is breaking, but he has to leave. He sees Lando's shoulders shaking from crying, and he turns away, leaving the room faster so as not to cry too.
Lando doesn't know what to do. He is addicted, he is always dependent on the people who appear in his life. It's not normal, and he understands it, he understands that he has to live his life, not waiting for some stranger. But one more thing he understands – he will break down if Oscar doesn't come anymore.
Oscar doesn't show up for a few days. Lando goes to work as usual, but Max notices that something is wrong. Lando didn't tell him about Oscar, only mentioning a couple of times that he had someone to spend the night with.
“What happened?” Max finally asks.
“Nothing. Everything is all right.” Lando avoids Max's gaze as he shuffles through some papers.
“I see that something is wrong.” Max insists, and Lando is silent for a couple of seconds, wondering if it's worth telling him about it.
“You know...Something's going on, you're right. I...” He's interrupted by a call, and Max quickly picks up the phone, and sighs wearily after hearing the news.
“Another robbery. He hasn't appeared for a long time, I was hoping that he had moved to another city.” Max says, putting on his jacket.
“Me too, to be honest.” Lando sighs and follows Max out.
***
Lando spent the next week in bed with a high fever. Sleeping with the windows open in the autumn while waiting for Oscar was not a very good idea. As soon as he returns to the office, he sees Max and some guy across from him. He is sitting with his back to the door, and Lando at first does not pay attention to such familiar hair, wide shoulders and a moles on his neck.
“We have detained a suspect.” Max says, and Lando comes closer.
“What?” Lando asks in disbelief, when another policeman enters the office to take the suspect away.
“Yes. Oscar Piastri.” Max says, and an inexplicable feeling appears inside Lando when Oscar turns in his direction. He seems to have almost dropped his coffee.
“Nice necklace, baby.” Oscar winks, when the policeman handcuffs him and takes him out of the office. Lando flinches at the familiar nickname, and unconsciously touches the necklace. O and P. Oscar Piastri. 
Fuck. All this time, this thief Lando was supposed to catch was in his bed. The familiar face, the voice, the hair, the notes, he's been a complete fool all this time. He just needed to talk to Oscar. Fuck, he managed to fall in love with him, and he turned out to be the most elusive criminal of his career. 
***
He makes an appointment for a private meeting. Oscar looks a little tired, and something inside Lando cringes with pity for this boy. How could he possibly be the most successful thief? How he could change so quickly from an innocent shy teen to an extremely hot criminal?
Oscar grins when he sees Lando again. “Did you miss me?”
Lando frowns, sitting down opposite him and looking at Oscar's handcuffed hands on the table. There are already red stripes on the wrists. He sighs.
“What should I do with you?” Lando asks quietly.
“Put me in jail like any other criminal?” Oscar gets up from his chair and slowly walks around the table, coming closer to Lando. “Or is something preventing you from doing it? Is there something here?” He puts his hand on his chest, lightly pressing on the place where his heart is pounding.
Lando shivers, but does nothing, staring at the hand on his chest in fascination.
“I knew it.” Oscar grins. “You're still wearing my present. You know who you belong to.”
“Enough.” Lando speaks uncertainly and squirming in his chair when Oscar's knee is between his legs. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” Oscar hooks his fingers around the necklace, and pulls Lando closer to him. “You usually like that, baby.”
Lando waves his head, trying to pull away, but Oscar is so close, and all he wants is to be back in his bed with him. 
“Be a good boy and don't resist your desires.” Oscar whispers, and Lando gives up. He feels Oscar's hands move lower, squeezing his hands in his own as they kiss. Lando blushes and moans into a kiss when he hears a click. He opens his eyes when Oscar pulls away and pats his cheek. 
“Good boy.” He grins, and Lando feels the metal on his own wrists. Oscar bends down and whispers, “See you at your place tomorrow, yeah?” He leaves a kiss on Lando's lips, and slips out into the hallway. 
Lando panics, trying to remove the handcuffs. Fuck.
***
Lando can't calm down all day, until Oscar comes to him again. As soon as he hears his footsteps, he immediately starts saying everything that has been in his head all day.
“Do you understand what you've done? You just... You ruined your life, you ruined my life too! I can't protect you, you know? You're going to jail, and there's nothing I can do.”
“Calm down.” Oscar comes closer, trying to hug him, but Lando only irritably throws the younger's hands off his shoulders, and moves further away.
“Calm down? Do you even realize what you've done? You ran away, and now you're in my apartment! And you ran away when you were with me! I'm going to jail as an accomplice too. Fuck! Why did you do it at all?”
“I just wanted to.” He sounds so nonchalant that Lando gets even angrier. “You should have seen your face. But to be honest, you looked very hot. So helpless, blushing, not understanding how it happened... I wanted to fuck you right there. By the way, do you have handcuffs at home?” Lando blushes, and Oscar laughs. “Relax. Everything will be fine. I have enough money to live the rest of my life somewhere in a villa in Spain. Or in Monaco. Have you ever been to Monaco?”
“No... I have a job here, I...” Lando is confused, and calms down a little.
“Quit. I offer you a comfortable life and my heart, and you-”
“Your heart?” Lando thinks he misheard. He looks at Oscar incredulously, and he smiles.
“Yes? What's wrong?” Oscar comes closer, placing his hands on the Brit's waist.
“You never said you loved me. That you... have some feelings for me.” The elder one looks into his eyes, trying to find an answer, whether it's true or not.
“I think actions speak louder than words? But if you want confirmation: I love you. And I suggest you leave with me now.” Lando smiles and hugs him, hiding his happy and very-in-love face in the crook of Oscar's neck.
But then he remembers the seriousness of the situation, and pulls away again. “But I can't... Fuck, we're going to be wanted!”
“Quit. No one will know. Do you want me to change my name?” Oscar suggests and Lando realizes that he is absolutely serious. That he would do anything to make him feel safe again.
“No. I prefer that you change my last name.”
“So sweet, baby. But you're in a bit of a hurry. We need to get out of here first. Then we will travel around Europe, and I will fuck you in every city, and then, near the Eiffel Tower, I will propose to you like in all romantic films. Now, please pack your things and we'll get out of here.”
“I hope at least the engagement ring won't be stolen.” Lando mumbles, and Oscar laughs.
“No, dear, I'll buy a ring for you. Although, of course, it's very romantic...” His gaze falls on the elder's neck, where his initials are still shining. “But it's enough that you were wearing a stolen necklace.”
“What?!” Lando indignantly punches his shoulder, which only makes Oscar laugh.
“I'm sorry, but it was shining so brightly in the window of that store, and I thought it would look better on your neck.”
Lando sighs heavily, realizing that he will just have to put up with it.
“Good. Okay, I'll quit. Just please... Promise me you won't leave again. That you won't leave me anymore.” Oscar sees so much emotion in his eyes, so much hope and trust, that for a second he thinks that he just can't leave him. And he will never do that.
“I promise.”
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desswright29 · 2 months
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CLASS 58 (Co-Captain)
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Pairing: CopShuri X Cop reader
Contains: Reader Crushing hard, hints at cheating (that’s about it)
You pull into the parking lot, in your all black 1967 Mustang, 5:30 am on the dot. The sky was still pitch black and there were only two other cars in the parking lot that you assumed belonged to the instructors. You turn off your car, get out and sit on the hood, taking a deep breath, staring into the sky. Early morning was your favorite. The still and quietness of the morning had always helped you start your day off right. Popping your airpods in, you lay back and stare into the sky waiting for the sun to rise.
 Your mind wondered as “Angel numbers/10 toes” poured into your ears. You could only hope that this was the new beginning you needed. This offer from the FBI came at the perfect time. Right in time to give you a new beginning after you and your wife of 5 years divorced. You had the need to get away. Especially, after she’d taken the son you’d adopted together. Going through this would give you an outlet during the nasty custody battle you found yourself in. You didn't want to take him from her, just for the two of you to be able to co-parent cordially. But, she was making it so unnecessarily difficult.
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“Get the fuck out y/n!”
“Baby please. Listen to me please!” You sat on your knees infront Riri, begging to be heard.
“What am I listening to? I saw everything I needed to see!”
“I was lonely, Ri! You're not even affectionate with me anymore! We hardly see eachother. Don't act like you haven't checked out of this relationship!”
“And who’s fault is that? How dare you!? How dare you turn this shit around on me to cover your ass. At least I was trying! I never even entertained the thought of cheating!”
The look in her eyes broke you. The tears spilling out of her big pretty brown eyes, onto her beautiful face. Since you were teens you’d worked hard to keep those eyes sparkling, to make her smile so hard that the dimples in her cheeks would show up. Now she was broken by you.
“I’m sorry.”
“Y/n, just go.” She seemed exhausted with the conversation.
“What about Amari?” You say in tears. A look of disgust came over Riri’s face.
“You should have thought of that shit before you placed your face between another bitches legs. Right now I don't want you around me or my child. Get out.” She spoke softly, walking away as though it took all her strength to hold her body upright.
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You huffed, rubbing a hand over your face. To stop the tears from escaping. You had to shake it off, push the memory back into its space on the back of your mind, and prepare yourself for the day. 
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“Today you will have your first P.T. test! It’s purely to gauge where you are physically right now and will not affect your grade. But, if I were you I'd give it a hundred percent! I suggest you don't waste our time or yours. When I release you all, you’ll head from the training building over to the gym and prepare for the push up and sit up segment of your test.” Mr. Kaufman looked over the class as they stood at attention, stern, serious. Making sure he got his point across.
“FALL OUT!”
The class fell out of formation, grabbing the belongings they would need to head to the gym when a voice called out to you.
“Aye yo Y/l/n wait up!” Benson scuffled, catching up to you. “What’s up, boss lady. We get assigned to dorms today. You think we’ll be roommates?”
“Prayerfully, my luck isn't that bad.” You continue on your way trying to avoid conversation not in the mood, however she doesn't take the hint.
“Ahh man you do me so bad. You're gonna love me when this is all over.” The two of you walk inside of the gym and find a weight bench to sit on, waiting for instruction.
“You’re very confident. You should direct that towards someone who won’t ruin that for you.”
“Loosen up, pretty lady. You can't be stuck up the entire six months.” You shot daggers at her and she finally took her cue. Laughter erupted from the other side of the gym, and you peered over seeing Shuri and a group of the guys from the class entering the gym. Damnit was she fine! When she walked into a room everyone had to sit up and take note, and you had to admit it had you intrigued. The girl that everyone would soon find to be the class whore, lingered closely pretending to be interested in whatever was being talked about. Laughing and twirling one of her cornrows around her finger.
“You could look a lil less disgusted by the sight.” You look back over at Benson’s amused face.
“What are you talking about?” You say defensively.
“You look like you wanna snatch Auguste up by them thick ass cornrows for being all up on Udaku.”
“I dont give a fuck about that girl. I don't know her.”
“Yea. Well you look like you want to.”
“Whatever.” You stood to your feet, rolling your eyes, and walking away with Bensons chuckle trailing behind you.
Mr. Kaufman entered the gym instructing you all to place out the green mats assigning you all to your respective lines. You were all called up by three’s for the push-up portion of the test. The class captain being one of the first up. She walked up confidently placing herself in a push up position. Sgt. Sanders called start and you watched Shuri work. Biceps protruding from her short sleeve compression shirt, and veins popping from her forearms and neck. She moved so effortlessly, even with her weighted vest on. You found yourself in a slight trance. She must have felt your stare, because her eyes found yours, her bottom lip curling into her mouth as she pushed them out faster. Your mouth fell open slightly as your mind traveled to places it shouldn't, her eyes never left yours as she put on a show.
“TIME! Damn good job Udaku! You knocked that out of the park!” The sergeant called out. Snapping you back into reality. You finally let out the breath that you never realized you were holding. What kind of spell did that woman have you under?
“I’d pay money to be the mat underneath that woman.” Auguste said from behind you.
You swallowed to ignore the way your body had gotten hot under Shuri’s gaze. A smug smile sat on her lips as she walked past you.
“Good luck, battle.” (Military jargon to acknowledge other military personnel. short for “battle buddy”)
She knew who you were.
“Y/l/n, you're up!”
You sat on your knees on the mat looking ahead seeing Shuri standing in between the lines arms crossed, focused directly on you. You got in position and when start was called, you looked straight forward, avoiding Shuri’s eyes that burned a hole through you. You knocked out your two minutes effortlessly.
“TIME! Udaku’s got some competition! Great job y/l/n!” You found Shuri once again, as you stood to your feet. She stood in the same position she was in before. A small smile plastered on her face as she gave a slight nod in your direction, before walking over to her group of friends.
The rest of the test breezed by. You and Shuri taking the lead the entire day. She left you in the dust on the running portion. She was Olympic level fast. And you were impressed.
“Alright everyone! Settle down. Get to your seats! Great job today. We’re gonna go ahead and release you all so that you can get settled in the dorms. Good news. You all will be the first class to use the new dorms. So only two to a room. You’ll share a a kitchen and bathroom. The bedrooms are seperate.”
The class began to cheer.
“Dont get too excited you dont get to choose your roommate. The list is on the board in the hall. Check it out. Get settled, curfew is at 9 pm. That means toe to line for count at 8:59! Get out of here.”
The class stood to their feet, the chairs squeaking against the floors as they rushed into the hall to find out who they would be spending the next six months with. You stayed behind, pushing in chairs waiting for the crowd to clear out. You pulled out your phone turning it on, checking to see if there was any word from Riri. Once again nothing.
You shot her a quick message before placing your phone back into your pocket and walking out into the hallway. 
You were met with Bensons smiling face at the end of the hallway. 
“Whaddup roomie!” Her face lit up with a smile and her arms spread wide. Your eyes widened.
“No way!” You rushed over to the list, your finger roaming over the paper until you found your name; low and behold your name was listed below Bensons in room 306. 
Your head dropped as you let out a sigh. 
“Don’t act like you don’t love the idea of being alone with me 24/7” You let out a groan. 
“We’re gonna have to set some clear boundaries. Atleast I know what to expect from you.” Benson pumped her fist yelling. “This is gonna be a fucking blast!”
“No yelling in the halls!” Sgt. Sanders yelled from the office. 
“My bad sarg!” She yelled back. You shook your head and started walking out of the building.
“I’ll meet you at the dorm Benson.”
As you walked to your car, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention, you felt someone quietly approaching, your guard went up and you turned quickly ready to strike when you came face to face with Udaku herself. Your hand went up to your chest as you let out a breath. 
“Shit!”
“I apologize. I didn't mean to startle you. Wasn’t trying to sneak up, I'm just naturally stealthy…..Like a cat.” She stood in front of you, her smirk showing just a sliver of her perfect teeth, today her hair was braided back, and she had changed into a simple black sweat suit, she made it look like she’d just stepped out of vogue, and It made your body visibly tremble.
She noticed your reaction as her gaze traveled over your body, “Cold?”
“Uh yea. It is pretty chilly.” You say once again avoiding her eyes. 
“Yes it is.” She stuck her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Y/l/n right? I noticed you didn't come get my information after class yesterday.”
“I think I'm capable of listening and getting the same information you receive. I won’t be needing it.” You say, and she smirks.
“The other Army recruit, huh?”
“How’d you know?”
“Kind of my job, and I can tell you’re very strong willed, competitive, and prepared.”
“Competitive?” One of your brows shot up, your arms crossing in defense. 
“Yes, I saw your attempt at beating my scores, and though I admire your resolve, you can’t beat me.”  A smirk spread across your face. 
“Is that so?” She nodded very sure of herself.
“It is very much so.”
“Riiiiight Captain. We’ll see.” You say with a salute. She gave a chuckle, the soft sound made your ears perk up, you could listen to that forever, my God was everything about this woman attractive!
“But since you can’t beat me. I was thinking you would consider joining me.” You cocked your head to the side waiting for her to continue.
“You see I need a Co-Captain. And turns out I get to choose. I’ve watched you and think you would be the perfect partner.”
“Oh do you?”
“I haven’t seen anyone more qualified than you.”
“Co-Captain?” She placed prayer hands in front of her, before putting on her best pleading face.
“Pretty pretty pleeeease?” Those intense eyes focusing on your own, paired with her sexy accent had you looking away quickly trying to avoid the blush from rising on your cheeks. 
“Your one hell of a negotiator. Where’d
 you learn?”
“I’d say it was my military training, but that one in particular seems to work best outside of work.” This time you couldn’t escape the blush.
“I’ll do it.”
“Yes!” She said pumping her fist just like Benson had earlier. She held out her hand and you firmly grasp it; The two of you shook on it. “I look forward to doing business with you.”
“Same.” The handshake lingered a bit before the two of you let go.
“That yours?” She said her head nodding towards your car. Your face lit up. Not going unnoticed by Shuri.
“ ‘67 Reborn. My dad passed it down to me. His dad passed it down to him. She’s my baby.”Shuri nodded her head, cocking it to the side, her smile getting bigger.
“Cute.” She said, Your head snapped towards her. “The car. She’s beautiful.” Her gaze lingered on you, and the two of you stared at each other for what felt like minutes. In reality it was only a few seconds. She turned towards the building, throwing a “See you at the dorms partner,” over her shoulder before walking away.
You stared as she swaggered her way into the building. Leaving you with her clean scent lingering and your heart racing.
This was going to be a long 6 months.
Once inside your car you check your phone again. Heading straight to you and Riri’s text thread. The only thing ther was the several read text messages you’d sent over the past few weeks. Including the one you’d just sent.
Ri, I’m sorry. Just let me see him
Shuri watched from the window inside of the training building, as you hit the steering wheel in frustration. You sat back staring at the sky for awhile before you finally placed your key in the ignition and headed towards the dorms.
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coffeebeans18 · 6 months
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Drinking together
Warnings: swearing, sex
Some kinky shit
Y/n's POV
I'm at the bar, drinking with some guy that I've never met before. He seems nice, but I'm keeping my distance. You know...except for accepting drinks from him.
But it's ok. I'm watching the bar tender make the drinks. This guy doesn't even touch them. He just asks me what I want, and tells the bar tender. He doesn't seem that bad. Maybe he just needed a drinking buddy.
As far as I know, he's here by himself. Maybe he just needed somebody to sit and drink with him. Maybe I needed the same. It's been a long week.
Guy: So, what brings a chick like you to a place like this?
We've been talking, but he hasn't asked me anything personal yet. But I don't know if I count that as a personal question.
Y/n: Long week. You?
Guy: Weird brother.
Y/n: You got one of those, too? I'm glad I'm not alone.
Guy: Mine has a drinking problem. What's wrong with yours?
(This is placed in Sam's demon blood era)
Y/n: Mine stole my boyfriend. I never had a problem with him being gay, until then.
I didn't think that would make him spit his drink out, in a fit of laughter. Maybe it's funny from somebody else's perspective. But it still hurts me.
Y/n: Dude.
Guy: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
He finishes laughing.
Guy: I really needed that laugh. I'm sorry about your boyfriend, though.
Y/n: It's ok. I didn't think we were gonna work out anyway.
Guy: That sucks. I'm Dean, by the way.
Y/n: I'm Y/n. You can call me Y/n/n.
Dean: It's nice to meet you, Y/n/n. You want another drink?
Y/n: I've actually had enough for the night. I should go home and check on my cat.
Dean: It was nice talking to you. I hope these you around, before I leave town.
Damn. I meet a cool guy, and he's about to leave town? Just my luck.
Y/n: I hope to see you, too. Later, Dean.
He nods and I start leaving. Of course, a guy starts following me to the door. And no, it isn't Dean. I wish it was, but it's not. It's some dork, who's mother obviously never taught him personal space. I try to ignore him, and keep walking, but he eventually grabs my shoulder, causing me turn around to face him.
Y/n: Can I help you?
Guy: Give me your number.
Oh he's drunk. Reeeeeealy drunk.
Y/n: No. You're drunk. You should go.
Guy: Or maybe you could give me your-
Dean: Or maybe you could leave her alone. She already said no. So get lost.
Guy: Damn. You could've told me you had a boyfriend.
He huffs and walks away. He might've been a dork, but he was a really big dork. I'm glad Dean was here when he was. I probably wouldn't have been able to fight that other guy off.
Y/n: Thank you.
Dean: Don't worry about it. I forgot to give you my number.
He hands me a piece of paper, with his number on it. Awesome. I got the cool guy's number. Maybe my night's actually gonna go somewhere good.
Y/n: Thanks. I was wondering how I'd find you again.
Dean: You got a ride?
Y/n: No. I was just gonna call a cab.
Dean: Or I can give you a ride. My car's outside.
Y/n: I spent all night with you. I think I trust you enough to give me a ride.
I let him take me home, and invite him inside. One thing leads to another, and now we're in my bedroom, where he's letting me do whatever I want to him. Of course, there are some things that I still ask permission to do. Like putting his dick inside me.
Y/n: Can I?
Dean: Whatever you want.
Y/n: I'll take that as a yes.
I put it in me, and start riding him. I'm not used to being the dominant one. I'm not sure if I'm doing it right. The guy is always on top of me. Not the other way around. But I guess there's a first time for everything.
This actually isn't that bad. Being dominant for once. I'm riding him, and he's moaning my name. I'm hitting just the right spot with his dick, causing myself to moan his name.
Y/n: Fuck, Dean.
Dean: You're doing great. Riding me like a champ.
He might be the sub in this, but he still talks like a dom. Maybe he's not used to his role in this, either.
Y/n: Oh fuck. I'm gonna-
Dean: Cum for me, Baby.
He sure does have a way with words. A way that makes me cum. He pulls himself out of me, and cums on my bedsheet.
Dean: You lay down, I'll clean this up.
He gets up from where he was laying. He leaves the room for a second, going in to my bathroom, and coming back with a wet towel. He cleans me off, and wipes off the sheet as best as he can. Then he lays down with me, holding me in his arms.
Don't let strangers take you home from the bar. But Dean's a good stranger. I'm glad I let him take me home.
Dean: You ready for round two?
Y/n: Fuck yeah, I'm ready for round two.
Mr. Mittens: Meow?
Y/n: After I feed my cat and close the door.
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Suprise!
Summary: the reader gets a special suprise from kylian
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Kylian has been stressing about the game against Bayern and he's been working and training day and night even here at home, everytime I try spending time with him he's either too tired or getting ready for practice
It feels like we're barely seen eachother in the past 2 weeks, but I completely understand why
It's just that sometimes I wish he was a normal guy with a normal Job, not Kylian Mbappe the footballer, but I know he wouldn't be happy with such a life
This is gonna be the first time we're not celebrating the day and just the thought makes my heart clench
Right now I'm sitting on the bed watching him get ready
"You ready to go?" He asks
"Yeah"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing"
"You sure? "
"Yup, don't worry about me babe"
"It's my job to worry about you"
"Well, don't, c'mon we're gonna be late"
"Ok"
We get into the car and I drive us to the stadium
"Wish me luck"
"Good luck love"
"Thanks, love you"
"Love you more" I say
He heads to the changing room and I make my way to my seat and the match starts
After the match
"Good Job babe, so proud of you"
"Thank you"
We get into the car and drive back home
"Huh, I'm so tired" he says
"Yeah I can imagine"
When we get there, I fish into my bag for the keys and open the door
As I open the door I see red rose petals making a trail to a table set for two
"Kylian what is this"
"You didn't think I'd forget did you?"
I turn around and see him holding my favorite flowers and chocolate
"I did think you forgot"
"Why would I forget our anniversary"
"You were so busy training and working so hard I didn't think you'd remember"
"Well I did remember"
"But I didn't get you anything" I say
"It's fine amour I don't need anything, I just want you"
I go in for a hug and hide my face into his chest as I try not to blush
"Are you blushing"
"No" I say
" you are aren't you"
I stay silent
"Aww you are, c'mon I have something for you"
He drags me to the table and pulls out my chair for me
"Thank you"
"You're welcome amour"
We start making conversation and he starts telling me about the past two week and I do the same
Kylian tries to make jokes but they are so bad I can't help but laugh at them, we spend the rest of the night messing around and goofing around until we finally calm down
"Kylian?"
"Oui, Amour"
"I have a present for you too"
"Yeah?"
"Yup, I'll go get it"
I heard upstairs grab the gift and head back Downstairs
"Here, I was gonna give it to you tomorrow but I figured why not now " I say and hand him the gift
It's a box that's wrapped up and he looks at it weird
"What is it" he asks
"Just open it"
He slides the top up and sees a cup
On the top of the box it says:
"Prompoted to"
Then a cup that says:
"Dad"
"Y/n, is this real"
"Yeah it's real" I say
"Please don't joke with me"
"I'm not Joking Kylian, it's true"
"I need to hear you say it"
"Say what?"
"That it's true"
"It's true Kylian"
"No say the words"
There's a silence
"I'm pregnant "
He let's out a gasp that I don't think was intentional
"Oh mon dieu"
he gets up from his chair and picks me up and twirls us around
"We're gonna be parents" he says with tears in his eyes
"Yeah we are" I say
"I can't believe this"
He starts kissing me and hugging me
"Je t'aime mon amour"
"Je t'aime aussi, mon mari"
"est-ce une fille ou un garçon" he asks
"Je ne sais pas" I say
"But does it matter" I ask
"No it doesn't, I just want our child to be healthy" he says
"Yeah me too" I say
He laughs and kisses me again
I can't wait to see Kylian playing with our baby girl or boy and sharing family moments with eachother
I know for a fact he will be a great father
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ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader] [2]
Heya everyone!
Guess what? That's right, I'm trying something new!
After accumulating some a good amount of writing while waiting for the vote, instead of posting every other day with a few words, I'm gonna be posting once a week with a collection of words! Yep, this bad boy here is 7.8k words long!! MY HANDS AND EYES ARE KILLING ME I'M SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES I MISSED
This is just a test to see if it's a good idea or not. Maybe if it goes well, I'll keep going, or stop if it's chaotic. Anyway, have a good one! See you next Friday!
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Yoru x F! Reader
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.
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Police sirens loudly rang throughout the entire district, Tala peeking from the alleyway you both hid in to notice another police car swerving past.
“Relax, Y/N, they won’t find us here!”
“It doesn’t matter! Did you see the print on the GROUND?!”
You gasped and held yourself, still shocked from the entire ordeal. Tala knelt next to you and patted your back, struggling to reassure you. How could she, when the sight surprised her just as much? Besides, it’s not like she knew how to calm people down in the first place.
“It almost killed us! It almost killed us, Tala!”
“It didn’t kill anyone, okay?! It missed us, we’re alive!”
“We almost died! We almost died!”
You hugged your knees, hyperventilating.
“We almost got squashed, it missed us by a few inches!”
You kept rambling nonsense under your breath, your voice quivering with an abnormal amount of fear. Tala, used to near-death experiences, wasn’t as horrified as you were. But that doesn’t mean what happened could just be easily brushed off.
Whilst swatting the flies away, suddenly, it was like an extraterrestrial force from outer space slammed itself against the ground. And when you both opened your eyes, a massive hand imprinted itself upon the hill you both stood on; defiling it. Like a giant that slapped the ground with all of its might. Even she couldn’t explain it.
“Y/N, Y/N, it’s alright, look, if the government doesn’t catch up to us first, then maybe a secret organisation will!”
“HOW IS THAT BETTER?!”
She awkwardly scratched the back of her neck, chuckling to herself. 
“Okay, uh– good point, but… but look on the bright side! I just called someone and they know exactly how to help!”
“Help us?! We had nothing to do with this! The hand– it, it appeared out of nowhere, it came out of nowhere! It almost killed us! We were so close–”
Tala grabbed your shoulders, and forced your gaze on hers. She would slap you, but you weren’t one of her co-workers.
“Y/N! Help is on the way, okay! Stop freaking out!”
You stood up, clutching your head with both hands and muttering random sentences under your breath, ones she didn’t catch onto.
“I– I think I’m going insane, Tala! A– a giant hand, a massive hand! It appeared out of nowhere and almost hit us! How does that happen, how is this– how, is it possible? How is it normal?! Is this– is this what they meant by Radiants being dangerous?!”
“No, Y/N, this has nothing to do with that!”
Tala knew your information of Radiancy was extremely limited, mostly to what the news would spew out. But she couldn’t exactly tell you the whole story, not when you could hardly differentiate between left and right. Also, it’s confidential. Shouldn’t forget that.
“Just hold on, we’ll get help. The police will be off our tail in a second!”
You turned to her, panicking.
“Why would the police be on our tail?!”
Shouldn’t have said that either.
“What’s with you two?”
Thankfully, like some guardian angel (to Tala), a familiar voice appeared from behind you both. A dark silhouette stood in the entrance of the constricted alley, the street lights reflecting off of his blue jacket. Of course, you were terrified for a split second, thinking it was a cop, but Tala’s reaction quickly calmed you.
“Yoru, finally! We need your help!”
He stepped in, both hands in his pockets. And on his face, juxtaposed to the chaos, the police sirens and helicopters that wrapped around the park you both rushed out of, was an expression full of boredom.
“What now? Did you make another thunderstorm?”
Tala noticed the sudden shift in your expression and awkwardly chuckled, scratching the back of her head. But luckily, Yoru turned his attention to you instead.
“Who are you?”
“Who am I? Who are you? Why are you here?!”
“Yoru! Yoru, she’s, uh– this is, this is Y/N, my friend, and she’s freaked out right now, so you shouldn’t be asking her anything.”
He blankly stared at you, almost as if he was sceptical of your general presence. Thankfully, it was only for a few seconds before he turned to Tala.
“Give me a run down.”
“Alright!”
Tala quickly perked up, politely keeping your mouth shut. The events were scrambled in your mind, so the chances of you saying anything coherent was zero. And Tala knew it.
“There’s a park behind us, and, uh… there might be, sort of, a massive handprint on the hill.”
“Yeah, I saw it on the news. I meant give me the intimate rundown. Did your kit manifest?”
Pictures already spread throughout the country, especially since it flattened a few dozen massive trees in one fell swoop, and possibly a few animals hidden within the grass and branches. If the concept of it pancaking living beings wasn’t so horrifying, it would’ve been impressive. Of course, it shocked you how quickly things spread, but bad news travels fast, as they say.
Tala raised her hands defensively.
“There wasn’t electricity involved, it wasn’t my fault! Stop bringing it up!”
“Electricity?!”
You blurted out, and it was too late for Tala. Though he might’ve not really known it, Yoru’s complete disregard for the situation pretty much exposed her. Not that he really cared.
“Is she a Radiant?”
“No, she’s not. I’m telling you, it wasn’t either of us!”
Tala interrupted, but Yoru kept his eyes on yours, as if she never spoke.
“Before the hand, what exactly were you doing?”
He stared at you, and you couldn’t help but feel uneasy under his piercing gaze as he towered over you. Then, he looked down, the glimmer of gold catching his attention. In the darkness that enveloped you all, it stood out.
“I– I was swatting flies, okay? They were gathering around us and I–”
“Spare me the details. You were swatting flies, right?”
You nodded.
“Y– yes, yeah, I was swatting–”
“Was your hand open?”
“Yeah?”
“And what about this thing?” 
He pointed to your bracelet, which you didn’t even notice until now. Not when you stumbled on your words, hardly able to put together a sentence with how fast he was going. Unlike Tala, this Yoru guy absolutely did not hold back, even when you were at the peak of your anguish. He seemed overeager to put the blame on you.
“This bracelet? What about it?! It has nothing to do with–”
The words were stuck in your throat once you lifted your hand and actually got a good look at it. You saw the golden accessory now wrapped tightly around your wrist, hardly moving an inch. Unlike before, when it could’ve easily been mistaken for a necklace with how loose it was. You scratched at it; but it wouldn’t move. 
Tala was just as stumped.
“That– that was loose, yeah?”
You awkwardly laughed, struggling to tilt the object. But it stuck to you, like a limb. It didn’t take long for Yoru to catch on, turning to Tala.
“There’s your problem. You should’ve called Harbour, not me, idiot.”
“Harbour’s not my friend and you know it!”
As they bickered, you struggled with the bracelet. But trying to vigorously rip it away from you shot pain through your arm. Trying to get this off would be like ripping off your finger with no tools. You couldn’t fathom how this was even possible. How did it even happen? How did it tighten, and when?!
You clenched your fist and worked to take it off, digging your nails under it whilst the two continued arguing about meaningless nonsense.
“The bracelet’s so tiny! How could it have so much power, anyway?!”
“Hell if I know.”
“Really, it also fell on her arm when she first wore it! When did it get so tight?”
As she continued rambling, Yoru felt an odd sensation enter the atmosphere around them. And he quickly glanced behind him, noticing the trees that previously swerved with the wind completely stop, the branches now still as statues.
In the literal sense, the air stood still. 
He looked at you, noticing your fist clenched, and you prepared to loosen it.
Then, the shadow of an invisible set of fingers emerged above you. 
But just before it could crush you all, he grabbed your wrist and slammed it against the nearby wall, the silhouette disappearing just as fast as it appeared; not before destroying the top portion of the buildings you both hid in between.
“Stop moving that damn hand!”
He shouted, a massive portion of the roof falling behind you. It crashed and splattered into pieces so loudly, the noise deafened you for a split second. And once it was over, you weren’t given a single moment to catch yourself. Yoru angrily met your gaze, still holding on to your wrist.
“Don’t you dare move a finger, lady. Your hand can squash a quarter of the Philippines.”
Just like that, he let go and stepped out of the alley.
“With me. We’re getting this sorted.”
Like a pair of chicks behind their mother hen, you both mindlessly rushed behind him, blindly trusting his judgement. Of course, you had no choice, while Tala clearly trusted this dude.
“That’s so cool! So, this is like, an artefact? Like Harbour and Astra? You also have that mask, yeah?”
“What are you talking about?!”
Tala stuttered once she remembered you were right there again. And this time, Yoru caught on, annoyed. She could hardly go a few seconds without blowing her cover now, and it was embarrassing to watch on his end. So, like the honest, no-nonsense man that he was, he made the obvious decision to ease the stress on his dear friend’s shoulders.
“We’re both Radiants part of a secret organisation. And her callsign’s Neon.”
“Yoru!”
Genius.
“Neon? Radiants? Secret organisation?! So, that’s the job you didn’t want to tell me about!”
You met her gaze angrily, furious at her keeping this from you. And of course, she awkwardly chuckled, turning her gaze away. Shortly after, you clutched your head and massaged your temples, working to ease the aching that slowly took over you.
“Oh god, this is too much for one day…”
Yoru sighed and took out his comb, brushing his hair.
“Yeah? Don’t worry, there’s more.”
❤ฺ·。
Arriving on an aircraft dubbed the VLT/R, you sat right next to Tala– sorry, NEON, still holding your head and staring at the pristine flooring in shock. Yoru sat in front of you, fiddling with a butterfly comb in his hand. Unlike you, he was completely unbothered. Maybe he had gotten slightly amused by the situation, and your reaction to all of this. The tension was heavy, and she could tell your head was so close to exploding. NEON needed to calm you down.
“So… what now?”
“Best case scenario, they break the thing off and let her go.”
“Great! Don’t worry, Y/N, you’ll be back to your clerk job in no time!”
Neon said as she clasped her hands together. Yoru, on the other hand, simply raised an eyebrow.
“Tch. You’re excited about being a clerk?”
“It’s a peaceful job!”
You blurt out, meeting his gaze. And he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Right. Must be high paying, too. You smell like you stepped out of a hibachi restaurant.”
“Is that a joke?”
“I’m serious.”
You shook your head in confusion.
“We went to a cafe. No restaurant.”
“Liar. I know the scent of a grilled steak with soy sauce on top. All cooked in sesame oil, too. Only a skilled hibachi chef could successfully pull off something that smells like that.” 
You blankly stared at him for a few seconds, unable to process all of the extra information. Compared to everything you previously learned, it wasn’t anything important, but you also never went to a hibachi restaurant in your entire life. Too expensive.
Yoru proudly pointed to his nose, a smug smile on his face.
With how blank his expression was this entire time, this looked unnatural on him.
“I have a good sense of smell.”
“Yeah… I didn’t want to say anything, but I swore I could smell adobo since we left the alley. Fresh adobo! Just the way lola makes it.”
You couldn’t help but giggle, watching Neon lick her lips in excitement at the simple thought of it.
“I think you’re both just hungry.”
“Did you dip your hand in water?”
Yoru suddenly perked up. You met his gaze in confusion, before he pointed to your hand. 
And safe to say, you were shocked all over again. Out of nowhere, there was some form of liquid that suddenly started seeping from your skin, dripping down your hand. It wasn’t sweat, either, it was an ongoing flow of clear fluid, like water.
You held it up to your face, confused. It didn’t smell like anything. Maybe it was water?
“I probably wasn’t looking…”
Before another word can be exchanged, you jumped once the VLT/R landed, and the door slid open to reveal a sight that took you a second to process. In the exit stood two women and one man. The one with the long black ponytail stepped up, a warm smile on her face and her eyes locked on yours.
❤ฺ·。
 
At first, you thought the one with the ponytail, Sage, would be the one to examine your hand. But Viper instead took it upon herself, since she seemed more qualified when it came to actually studying the human body and such.
It was the next day, early morning, and weirdly enough, it started off better than most mornings. That’s right, you were in the empty cafeteria, getting yelled at by your boss on the phone. You would say it’s a typical morning, but that would be a lie. Usually, you’d wake up by your extremely aggravating alarm at four, and still be late for work. Or, on the weekends, by the screaming of your younger family members.
“Y/N, I trusted you to have the papers ready by seven! You didn’t even show up!”
“Look, I’m sorry. Things happened!”
“What? ‘Things happen?’ That’s your excuse? You might as well spit on my face while you’re at it.”
You sighed and glanced at the bracelet on your right hand, a jade green tinge slowly overwhelming the gold.
“It wasn’t my choice. You’d know me by now, right? I never miss a day of work. But believe me, just this one time, something really did happen!”
“Unless this vague thing can get my papers done in less than fifteen minutes, it doesn’t really concern me, Y/N!”
You winced at the volume of his voice. Even if you’d gotten around to completing the task he’d given you, the amount of papers you were entrusted with were enough to complete a book. Logically, you’d need multiple people to complete it.
But he knew that, unlike you, your co-workers would complain about doing this without getting paid for it.
“I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try to find my way back, but–”
“Don’t bother. I might as well fire you, that’ll save me the stress of–”
You noticed a shadow looming over you, looking to your right to find a familiar face. Surprisingly, it was Yoru; the guy from yesterday.
Pleasantly complementing his generally blue palette were the rays of the sun, painting both him and the cafeteria into a stunning shade of gold. Had you believed in fairytales, you’d assume the Midas touch was in full effect.
You muted and gave him a tired smile.
“Magandang umaga. Yoru, right?” <Good morning.>‎‎  
He pointed to the phone in your ear, your boss’s voice loud enough for him to be audible to the Japanese.
“What’s going on?”
“Oh, I missed work and my boss’s mad. Don’t worry, he’ll drop it eventually.”
You’d grown used to his yelling enough to be able to guess exactly what he’s talking about. And thus, you were able to have a conversation without missing anything. And by the blank look on Yoru’s face, he wasn’t impressed.
“You might as well quit.”
You tittered and turned back to the phone, but he caught your attention once more.
“I’m serious. You’re not going back to civilisation with that thing on your wrist.”
“I live paycheck to paycheck, you know. If I quit, I’ll be out on the streets!”
“You’ll be living here, lady. There’s no ‘bills’ anymore.”
His tone slightly shifted towards aggression. And though you were taken aback, you were already overloaded with stress enough to let it slide.
“Even if I wanted to quit, he won’t take me seriously! Maybe if I keep nagging him for like, a week, but not now.”
“Best I can do is two minutes.”
You stared at him for a moment, before tilting your head.
“You can get me out in two?”
“Want me to?”
He really thinks he can get to someone as stubborn and talkative as your boss, huh? As much as you didn’t want to, you really didn’t have much to lose. Even you knew that they wouldn’t let you out so soon after flattening a hill by accident. And so, with an eager nod, he immediately. stretched out his hand towards you.
“Hand me that.”
You did. He took a few steps away, and you shifted in your seat as he walked towards the centre of the cafeteria, anxious.
“Hey, listen here.”
Yoru slightly raised his voice. Though he was a metre away, you could hear the boss’s ranting immediately get interrupted.
“This is her friend. She quit. Sorry.” 
The air stood still for a few seconds, before he started talking again, clearly furious. And knowing how much he liked to rabbit about, Yoru had gotten sick of his voice within a few seconds, judging by the way he furrowed his brow. Probably bringing up the papers he entrusted you with.
“Not her problem anymore. Figure it out.”
Just as he began ranting again, Yoru quickly spoke up.
“Yeah. Too bad. Bye.”
And just like that, he closed the call and handed you the phone.
To say you were shocked would be an understatement. More specifically at how blunt he was, telling a powerful man to shut his trap like that.
“Juskó, uh, are you– are you sure he won’t–” <Oh my god,>‎ 
Just as you said that, your phone began ringing once more, and it was exactly who you expected.
“Do I answer?!”
“Tch, no? Block him.”
“But what if he gets mad? Like, what if he does something?”
He rolled his eyes and moved to the fridge.
“Y/N, you’re an active threat to humanity until you get that hand under control. Relax.”
Oh, right. The bracelet.
You stared at the phone ringing in silence, many thoughts overlapping in your mind. Though you were shocked to your core at what he’d done, Yoru didn’t seem bothered whatsoever. He simply made his breakfast like this was a typical morning for him.
Taking your phone into your hand, you hesitantly closed the call. It began ringing again. And this time, you took his advice and blocked him. Once you did, the calls stopped coming. And it was as if a few tonnes of metal were lifted off of your shoulders, taking in the silence once more.
Wow… This must be what serenity feels like, beyond a word slapped on top of a pretty image on Google.
“So… what happens now?”
“What?”
“I just quit my job. What do I do now?”
“You work for Valorant now. Did Viper test out that arm yet?”
You looked at your hand where the ‘bracelet’ sat. Only now did you notice the colour. There wasn’t a hint of gold anymore. It was fully green, and it didn’t glimmer like a gem.
Also, they numbed your arm so that you wouldn’t accidentally crush the base.
“I guess. I don’t remember what she told me. I blanked out halfway through.”
Yoru scoffed.
“They’ll figure that out, first. Then, after training, you’ll get on missions with us.”
You looked up at him, watching him take out a few eggs and wash them.
“Missions? Like what?”
“Depends. Other than squashing, what can you do?”
You turned back to your numb arm. And this time, you lifted up to the table, allowing the sun to shine and give you a clearer view of the bracelet.
It was hard to remember, and you left Viper’s synopsis back in Neon’s room since you ran out when your boss called.
“I think she said I can make smells, or whatever.”
“Tch, what?”
“Yeah, wait– I remember now! The water from my hand, apparently it’s nectar and it has a scent. Viper said it smells like fruit, and there’s someone else, she had a big ponytail. She said it smells like… mountain air.”
“Mountain air? Yeah, that checks out.”
You followed his movements, watching him wash a bowl and a pan. Was he mocking her?
“What does that mean?”
“Sage was a monk, I think. Probably meditated on a mountain.”
He turned on the stove and immediately got to cooking, cracking the eggs.
“Monk? That’s… new.”
The people here sounded like unique individuals. First, Viper, whom you recognised from the awards she won years ago. Now, a monk.
“Explains the hibachi smell yesterday.”
He commented and you smiled to yourself, remembering his eagerness as he explained the intricate details of the meat.  Him, and Neon. So, the smell differs with everyone, you thought. But you seemed to be immune to it.
Then, there was a delectable real smell that ripped your attention away from your thinking and back onto Yoru. Surprisingly, it was from his food.
“What’s for breakfast?”
“Tornado omelette.”
Tornado omelette? Unique breakfast, you thought.
“Mind sharing?”
“I do, actually.”
You paused for a moment, quickly growing disappointed once you understood.
“Awe, really? Lame.”
“Yeah, I only cook for people I like. Sorry.”
His apology didn’t sound genuine. But, to be fair, nothing that came out of his mouth sounded genuine. ‘People I like’, he said. Did you even need to ask to know that his list of liked people was minuscule? Just look at him.
“Do you like anyone here?”
“No.”
He answered with quickness and you rolled your eyes and sat back. But then, you promptly remembered what he did. Yoru shut down your boss with no more than a few words, and practically freed you within a few minutes of meeting you. So really, how could you be mad at him right now?
This was one of the rare interactions that didn’t go horribly wrong.
You looked at him. Well, the back of his head, since he wasn’t facing you whatsoever.
“Hey, Yoru?”
“Yeah.”
You smiled.
“Thanks for helping me out.”
“Don’t thank me.”
He said. And again, you were taken aback. It didn’t sound like a humble statement, either. He genuinely sounded uninterested by your gratitude. What kind of philosophy does this guy follow? You thought, but it felt like it was too soon to judge.
❤ฺ·。
“I can’t believe you’re getting your own room already. You should’ve said no, and we’d have sleepovers every night!”
Neon said excitedly as you scanned the updated paper in your hand. Her voice echoed through the cafeteria you both sat in, since it was empty despite it being late in the afternoon. It’s not like you’ve seen anyone other than her and Yoru, and Viper who took you in for a few hours before letting you have your break.
“Tala, two can barely fit on that bed.”
“But with a promotion, I can make it a king-size.”
She winked, and you couldn’t help but force an eye roll at this, looking down at the paper again.
“Also, it’s Neon. You’re not really allowed to use real names around here, remember?”
“You guys call me by my name all the time.”
“They haven’t picked a callsign for you yet! I’m thinking it’s something about gems. Maybe… Psh, I dunno, gold? Mineral?”
“Mineral? What am I, baby food?”
Neon laughed, taking her smoothie into her hand.
“Fair enough. Anyway, did you meet anyone yet?”
You wordlessly gestured to the cafeteria around you, as if to remind her there’s nobody. And it’s not like she caught on, she blankly stared at you as she took a sip.
“Valorant’s emptier than I thought. Are you and Yoru the only ones here?”
“Oh! No, no way, there’s plenty of us! They’re on missions right now.”
Amidst your crowded and exhausted mind, the only people you remembered were Viper and the other monk lady. But were you about to admit that, out of all of them, Yoru took control of your mind effortlessly? Well…
You put the paper down and sighed, smiling.
“I talked to Yoru this morning…”
Neon raised an eyebrow as she sipped her smoothie, watching your previously tense posture shift.
“What’s his deal?”
“What do you mean?”
You turned your gaze away, unsure how to tell her.
“I don’t know. He's nice, but also vulgar at the same time.”
“Oh! Yeah, I know what you mean. Yoru’s just that type of guy, you know? Lone wolf and that edgy stuff. He’s a rude-ass, but if you don’t mind that, he’s chill.” she brought the straw up to her lips as she spoke, “Did he do anything?”
“He told my boss off, and I don’t have a job now.”
She nearly choked, clearing her throat and pulling the drink away.
“Your boss? The same guy who–”
“YES. The same guy who convinced me unpaid overtime is legal, okay? Don’t remind me.”
Neon laughed, taking a quick sip. And this time, she was mindful not to spill a single drop.
“Did he share his food with you, though?”
“Uh, no?”
“Then he doesn’t like you.”
What? 
“Is this an ongoing thing?”
“It is! Yoru’s like, the best cook here. Nobody can top him, but nobody can get a taste either. I’d kill to try his homemade soba!”
She said as she licked her lips with the same excitement she harboured for her lola’s adobo. You beamed at this, sitting up once more. Nobody can get a taste either, huh? And Neon’s overeagerness combined with the tornado omelette you saw earlier, it was clear that his dishes were no joke. Gordon Ramsay who, right?
But just as you thought you could take on this challenge, you backed off.
No way.
Then, Neon fixed her posture once the sound of heels clicking took over your ears, both of you looking back to see a silhouette familiar to only her. You squinted, before smiling once you recognised the large ponytail, elegantly swerving with each step.
“Good morning, Y/N. How’s your hand?”
The ‘monk’, as you called her in your mind said, a sweet smile lifting her cheeks. Applying pressure to your fingers, you could tell the drug only now was in the midst of wearing off.
“Still numb, but I’m used to it.”
“Good. Are you ready to go back to the lab?”
You sighed and nodded. But just as you stood up, so did Neon, putting down her now-empty smoothie with a loud clank.
“Sage, did we decide on a name yet?”
Sage. That’s her name. Well, callsign
“Something came to mind, but we won't get to it until we determine how her hand works.”
She stopped at the doorway, wordlessly gesturing to you both to follow her. And with excitement you definitely didn’t share, Neon made her way towards the healer, trotting with each step.
❤ฺ·。
There wasn’t much of a difference between your old boss and Viper, now that a few hours have passed. Sure, this time, by what Yoru said and Neon confirmed; you had absolutely no bills to pay and even had vending machines to eat out of and all you had to do was let her study you relentlessly– okay, putting it that way; you sounded like a child.
“This might hurt.”
Viper suddenly twisted your wrist, forcing you to take in a sharp breath. Just a few more inches, and she’d definitely rip a few tendons. Thank god your hand was still numb.
“No, that’s fine– go ahead.”
You said with an awkward giggle, but she didn’t change her focused expression. And like an orange, more of the transparent nectar slipped out. And using her pipet, she aspirated a considerable amount of it, before emptying out on a vial. Then, she repeated this process, until it was full. 
“Sheesh, Y/N. Are you a sadist?”
“Sadist…?”
You said in confusion. Viper pulled away, side-eyeing Neon as she worked on the sample, and you quickly clutched your wet hand to relieve the pain.
“I think you mean masochist.”
“Tomato, tomato.”
Viper inhaled the scent of the nectar. And to your surprise, her face twisted to disgust; a major contrast to the serene expression you evoked from her and Sage just the day before.
“The smell keeps changing. What’s with that?”
“How? Didn’t it smell like fruit yesterday?”
“Yes, but it’s like…”
She pulled down her surgical mask and smelled it once more.
Viper shook her head. Clearly, she knew the answer, she just didn’t want to say.
“Neon, smell this.”
Neon stepped up to the counter and took a deep sniff, before coughing and pulling away.
“Why does that smell like– bleh, it smells like a bunch of electricity!”
You stared at her in confusion, and she took another deep inhale, clearing her throat.
“Yeah, it’s like, it’s kinda like I stuffed my face into a thunderstorm and smelt it, you know? It– it doesn’t make sense, I know!”
“Probably shouldn’t have only one person to test the sample.”
Viper sarcastically noted as she hurriedly closed the vial. This, of course, earned an odd look from you.
“Wait– but yesterday you said that the smell was good. Why’s it bad now?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s linked to emotion. How do you feel right now?”
You blinked.
“Uh… Fine, I guess?”
Just as you said that, there was a loud yet unfamiliar knock on the door behind you, and you all looked over to see a figure push the doors open and let himself in. It was a large burly man. Tall, and by god, even though his ocean-blue colour scheme reminded you of Yoru, the aura he emitted with each step was one of confidence and joy you’ve never seen in anyone else, especially not in a workplace. It was a complete juxtaposition to everything the Japanese was.
“Good afternoon, ladies! How are we doing?”
He called out with an immense amount of charm, being met with a wide smile from Neon.
“Harbour, welcome back! Remember what I told you? We found your match!”
“I thought I heard some ruckus about a new bracelet-wielder around here.”
Harbour. That must be the guy with the bracelet artefact, you thought.
He stopped. And though he met your gaze, your eyes were locked on his arm, his own imposing bracelet taking over half of his forearm with mesmerising patterns, as if it was cuttlefish that would take on different colours to hypnotise prey. Moreover, it was gold. Unlike the weird gross green tinge you had, it shined brilliantly, harbouring the same confidence as its carrier.
“I take it you’re tired?”
You jumped and looked at him, your lids heavier than a few tonnes of metal. Clearly, he said a few things you didn’t catch beforehand.
“Huh? Oh, sorry, I was– uh, your bracelet’s so much cooler…”
“Don’t say that, I’m sure yours has its own unique–”
“Definitely not.”
Holding up your arm, your hand and fingers numb, you smiled awkwardly as you allowed him to take in your own underwhelming… artefact. You noticed a shift in his expression as he took a step closer and observed, but his response wasn’t what you expected.
“Wait, is this a plant, or what?”
Only now did you notice the bracelet’s new form. And to say it was incredibly awkward looking, especially compared to Harbour, would be a grave understatement. To put it in the most flattering way possible, it looked like you ripped out a rose, cut off the top, took the stem and tightly wrapped them around your hand.
It took on a more forest-green colour with a vague cherry red hue surrounding it, a dozen spikes slowly sprouting with a drop of clear fluid on the end of each one of them. Said liquid looked like the nectar your hand would produce, but more contained.
Sure, the green might literally be its ‘stem’, but what plant even looked like this? Besides the aforementioned roses, you couldn’t think of anything else that was red in this way.
“Harbour, before you train her, can you smell this?”
Viper quickly handed him the vial. And once he complied, you noticed his previously amicable expression quickly switch at this. The scent displeased him. It wasn’t like he was disgusted, either. It was something else.
“That’s…”
He smelled it once more, before handing it back to her.
“That’s just repugnant.”
“Repugnant? Why, what do you smell?”
Even she was surprised at the word he used.
“I can’t describe it. I– I think you should ask someone else instead. Now, let’s get going, those hands aren’t going to train themselves, are they?”
Barely given a moment to process from how fast he was going, you quickly stood up and followed him. But why was he so eager to leave the conversation after smelling the vial? You wondered, especially with how quick he began talking. Just what could be in it?
However, before you could ask, he suddenly perked up with a new topic.
“How long have you been in that lab for?”
“Oh, I don’t know, since twelve?”
“Twelve afternoon? That’s almost six hours. I can’t imagine how suffocating it would be to stay that long. No pun intended.”
You smiled to yourself, meeting his gaze as you each walked down an unfamiliar hallway. He didn’t say anything funny, you just couldn’t help but share his contagious joy just by the way he’d talk.
Harbour was a massive difference from Yoru, that’s for sure.
“No pun intended? What pun?”
“You weren’t told yet? Viper works with poison. That’s her whole thing.”
“Oh? Poison? But I thought– wasn’t she a doctor…?”
“Doctor? Well, if you consider submerging rats in acid as healing them, then technically she’s a doctor.”
You sighed and rubbed your temples, attempting to move your right hand’s fingers despite barely being able to feel them. But thankfully, by this time, the drugs had slowly begun to wear off.
“Is there anyone normal around here?”
Harbour laughed and crossed his arms.
“I’ll be the first to tell you, you’re out of luck with that. I can't think of anybody here that’s normal.”
“Looks like I’m the first one, huh?”
Harbour laughed, slapping your back with a considerable amount of roughness, enough to unintentionally hurt you. But you kept your mouth shut and simply smiled along. It felt like your shoulder blade was about to break in half.
Every new agent that would be introduced, it would take some time to get used to them, with how unique everyone looked. But the only unique thing about you was your ‘bracelet’, the dark roots deep within your arm that looked like veins from far away, and maybe your messy bob. Other than that, you looked completely out of place. Almost to a funny degree if it wasn’t terrifying somewhat.
Harbour then stopped in front of a doorway. Inside, you could hear distant banging. Few and far between, but each one still made you jump.
“What the hell’s that noise?”
“That? Probably Gekko training.”
Gekko? 
“What kind of training makes this noise?”
He looked at you in amusement, still grinning.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you were normal, huh? Anyway, you’ve spent six hours back in the lab, you don’t want a break before we work on that hand?”
“No, no, no breaks, it’s okay. We can keep going.”
“Are you sure?”
You smiled and shook your head, clearly insisting despite your considerable need to lie down. It felt like you’d be a nuisance if you prolonged this anymore, so you couldn’t help but cave in.
“Sure. I’m a bank clerk, I can handle anything.”
“Is that so? Can you handle guns?”
You awkwardly laughed, hoping that he was being sarcastic since his cheeky tone supported this notion.
“Oh, please. I get held at gunpoint weekly at work, a little glock isn’t gonna do anything to me.”
“Haha, good one. Alright, come in, we’ll see what you can do.”
You weren’t joking.
He swung the doors open and allowed the air from inside to strongly hit your face like a solid bring, the strong scent of gunpowder entering your nostrils. And from the figure far away, shooting down a few dozen bots with smoke billowing from the red tip, it wasn’t a smell your hand could produce, that's for sure. Not since you yourself could smell it.
“Gekko, easy on the Vandal! Give it a moment to cool down!”
He shouted over the shooting, somehow, his deep voice dwarfing the sounds of the bullets. Enough to earn his attention and quickly comply.
“Hey, coach, welcome back! How was–”
Just as Gekko looked back, he cut his sentence short and smiled as you two approached him, the smell of fire growing stronger and stronger. 
“Woah, who’s this?”
He quickly put the gun down, turned his body to face you in order to look more presentable. And by god, you couldn’t help but stare at his neon green buzzcut. With how exhausted you were, this bright colour managed to wake you up.
“We have a new one to train alongside you. This is…”
“Y/N.”
Gekko beamed at this, clearly excited at having a new recruit already.
“Y/N! What’s up? They didn’t give you a name, yet?”
“Yeah… no. She’s an active threat right now. Names will come after we make sure she won’t squash the base by accident.”
“Squash the base? Like the whole thing?! Jeez, I don’t even want to ask what you can do.”
You sighed.
“You don’t want to know.”
“Hopefully it doesn’t involve the radivore stuff, Deadlock will be on your ass if so.”
He winked with an immense amount of cheekiness, earning an eye roll from Harbour. But before he could get an earful for somehow bringing whoever that was into this, you heard a gurgle behind him, and a yellow creature emerged from next to his leg, an audible pitter patter with each slow step as it moved to get a good look at you.
You blinked and stared at it.
Were you dreaming, or what?
“Since when were penguins yellow?”
Gekko looked down in confusion, before he glanced behind him and saw exactly what you were talking about. And he couldn’t help but laugh at your assumption.
“No, this is Wings! He’s one of my buddies. You know, he’s part of that radivore thing I talked about.”
You knelt, getting a closer look at the critter. And he looked adorable. Especially with the armour plates and the purple mask thing he had over his face, complementing his beady white eyes.
“Is he a penguin, though?”
“Noo, no penguins! He’s a whole new thing, you feel me? I dunno what, but it’s… um, you know, I never really thought about it.”
“Maybe you should do the honours of naming the species, Gekko.”
Harbour joked, but Gekko seemed to take it seriously, saying something your tired mind didn’t catch.
Wingman slowly approached, his eyes clearly stuck on the bracelet. Probably since the vein-root thing looked pretty macabre when you spent more than a second observing it.
“Anyway, I’m thinking we take this training outside, like Brim said. Maybe a landscape, what do you think?”
Harbour noted. And Gekko probably said something in response to this, but again, you couldn’t focus on anything other than the mysterious creature in front of you. Also, how much you wanted to sleep. Hey, things were going well so far, why not enjoy yourself?
“He’s so tiny, I’ve never seen anything like this.”
You muttered. And on instinct, after the medicine wore off, you lifted your right hand to pet him.
“Y/N, I don’t think you should–”
A loud crash, though muffled, suddenly took over all of your ears.
You suddenly were forced up with an immense amount of pressure around your wrists, enough to completely restrict your blood flow. Harbour had grabbed your wrist and lifted you before anymore damage could be done.
“OKAY. Okay. You know what? I think we’re taking you–”
Then, a portion of the roof to your right tumbled over, squashing at least five bots with a loud bang that deafened each of you. And of course, that wasn’t to account for the debris that suddenly rushed so threateningly close towards you.
All colour drained from your face.
❤ฺ·。
Your entire right arm was drugged. 
And despite her best efforts, Neon wasn’t able to convince you to leave her room to meet the rest of the agents, especially her friends, who’d just returned from their expedition. Or even help you forget what had happened. The only silver lining in this was that Viper hadn’t had the time to assign you your own room. Otherwise, she’d be banging and clawing at your door like a hungry cat.
“Y/N, relax, it’s fine! Harbour said the hole’s only a metre wide, it’s easy to fix!”
“I’M NOT MOVING.”
You shouted, your voice muffled since your hand covered the majority of your face. Mostly the lower part, but I digress. Since you were sitting on a chair with your arm resting on the vanity table (full of plushies you pushed away), she was able to place a hand on your back in an attempt to reassure you.
“I’m serious, it’ll be fixed in like, a few days. Are you gonna sit here your entire life?”
“Do you know what I heard when I came back here? The white haired one, she said; ‘why’s the training range out of order?’”
Neon knew you were referring to Jett. And yeah, duh, said range was most of the agents’ favourite spot to chill, other than the cafeteria. So putting out of order on your first day… Mortifying, to say the least.
“It was an honest mistake, Y/N. Nobody’s mad over it. Also we have like, a bunch of robots to take care of stuff around here.”
“I’m not leaving this room, Tala! When I meet those other people, I’ll probably pancake them! The only person who I sorta made a good impression on was Yoru, and that was its own brand of embarrassing…”
Neon took a step back and stroked her chin, suddenly falling into silence for the next few seconds.
Of course, being overwhelmed with the fact you’d crushed a portion of the base, even though Harbour insisted it was his fault for not bringing you out sooner, it took you a moment to realise that she was brewing one of her familiar plans.
Then, she took out her phone and gave you her back, taking a few steps away. And you couldn’t help but let curiosity get the best of you.
“Tala, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Nothing…” 
Ignoring the dozen of messages she’d already received from her friends when they noticed her and your disappearance, she quickly opened Yoru’s (empty) DMs and began rapidly typing. Of course, of all people, he’d be the last to ask about your whereabouts.
‘HEY’
Surprisingly, he went online and saw the message pretty fast.
‘HELP ME GET HER OUT????’
‘SHE DOESNT WANT TO LEAVE MY ROOM CUS OF THE RANGE STUFF’
‘tf do u want me to do’
“It’s this stupid hand!”
You suddenly called out, grabbing your numb wrist and tossing it on the table like it wasn’t a part of your body. And under the sharp rays of the beach image she’d set to your right, it managed to highlight the roots inside. A few had grown thicker than your very fingers, and travelled through your entire arm towards your shoulder. Clothes concealed the rest of the details, but did you want to know what it looked like?
Thanks to the medicine, it prevented the bracelet from emitting scent. Otherwise the whole room would stink of electricity or whatever Neon said earlier.
“I wish I could just chop it off! I can go with one hand in life, why shouldn’t I?! I can switch to using my left one, anyway!” 
Neon, while texting, laughed to herself.
“Not that I’m saying you should, but– why don’t you? Again, I’m not saying you should!”
You sat back with a deep sigh. Admittedly, you would never willingly amputate your arm. You weren’t that desperate. Or brave.
“Viper said the thing’s implanted in my nervous system, or something. It’s stuck to my brain now.”
“Unlucky…”
She nervously mumbled, continuously spamming Yoru with texts upon texts as you spoke.
“Hey, so, unrelated, how do you feel about Sage?”
“Sage? That healer one?”
Neon nodded and turned to your gaze, setting her phone to silent so that you wouldn’t hear the incoming notifications. She watched you shrug and turn your gaze to the string of pictures and posters hung up in front of you.
“I didn’t see much of her, but she’s nice, I guess. Why’s it always the healers who are nice?”
“What?”
“What?”
“Nothing! Okay, how about this. We talk to Sage, and since she’s nice and stuff, maybe she can help you out?”
You stared at her for a few seconds, before standing up and walking towards the centrepiece of the room, the haven of her plushes and freedom to do the most impossible gymnastics in her sleep.
“Thanks, but I think it’s better if I head to bed.”
“Wait, wait, think about it! She does stuff with her hands, you do stuff with your hands, it’s a match! Right?”
You plopped yourself onto the bed. And like a cocoon, you wrapped the blankets around you, completely concealing yourself. Neon let out a defeated groan.
“Goodnight, Tala.”
“Bah, you’re such a grandma! Who sleeps at nine?”
“Goodnight!”
You announced, and finally convinced her to give up.
She turned towards the door and closed the lights, before giving you one last look.
“I’m gonna introduce them to you, anyway. When you leave this room, they’ll all know who you are!”
“Sure, whatever.”
“I’m warning you!”
Among the maze you formed with the blanket, you somehow managed to slither your responsive hand out to give her a wave, earning a giggle from her.
“Is that permission granted? Thanks! I won’t disappoint you!”
And with that, the door slammed shut, miniscule particles of dust settling after the impact.
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ieatkeyboard · 1 year
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Date Night
Diavolo cancels on Lucifer last minute but the avatar of Pride doesn't want to cancel the reservation so he takes you with him Warnings: Nsft, Lucifer X Reader, unprotected, P in V, intimate. T Crimson nails complemented the silk around his neck as he neatly tied his tie. He was going to some fancy restaurant that opened up. The tall mans DDD and he took it off the coffee table. "Hello, Lucifer! I'm afraid Barbatos is keeping me in tonight as I got more work last minute T_T How about you take MC with you, take them on that date you've been telling me about :P" The avatar sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He hesitated before replying. "Of course, give me directions and I'll ask them right away." "Good Luck! :D" He looked at his phone as anxiety filled his stomach. At the end of the day, if you say no, what's the big deal, right? He tapped your name on his phone and began typing. "Hello, Mc. Are you busy?" His cheeks became hot when he saw you typing. "Hey, Luci! I'm free right now, what's up?" "Diavolo and I had a reservation at a new restaurant but something came up last minute and he had to cancel. Would you like to go with me instead?""Of course! Do I need to dress up?""It is a formal establishment so yes, if you don't mind.""Alright! How long do I have to get ready?""Twenty minutes, preferably wear something red. I'll get you from your room before we go.""See you then ;)" His pale lips curved into a gentle smile. It wouldn't be the first time he'd taken you out to dinner and he hoped this wouldn't be the last but it always gave him butterflies. You slipped on a black sleek maxi dress. The last time he saw you wear it to a party he wouldn't stop staring at you. You put on a ruby necklace, a matching ring and red heels. You figured it would be enough red to get away with. Eyeliner and lashes were saved for last. You had 5 minutes to spare. Not bad you thought, grabbing your DDD and sending the demon a text. "I'm ready to go!" The three dots popped of quickly, as if he were eagerly waiting for you to be done. "Of course, I'm on my way." You heard a knock on your door and opened it with a smile. A soft pink blossomed on his cheeks as he looked at you. "You look gorgeous." He mumbled and his eyes went wide as you giggled. "I could as the same for you, I can see why you wear red so often." Your hand went to his cheek. "Now..We have to sneak out or my brothers are gonna throw a fit. I'd prefer it was just us at this dinner." He explained holding your hands in his. "I'll head out first, you follow behind a couple minutes later. If my brothers ask, say you're going with a friend." "Alright." You watched him walk out and heard him yell at Mammon to behave while he was gone. You sat, scrolling devilgram for a couple minutes, going through what your excuse would be. You hurried down the stairs, carrying your heels and quickly putting them on. Asmo saw you and became curious. "Ooo you're all dolled up! Why are you in such a hurry?" The strawberry haired boy asked, grabbed your purse and handing it to you. "My friend's going through a breakup so I'm taking her out on a friend date to help her forget him. But I spent to long trying to figure out what to wear." You said, rushing to get your heels back on. "And no you may NOT come. She needs a break from dating and you're a giant flirt. Have fun, behave, you wanna party go to a club, love ya!" You yelled running out the door. You ran down the front steps and walked past a couple trees until large hands pulled you out of sight. A deep, familiar voice whispered in your ear, "Relax, it's me." Your breathing slowed and he gave you a minute before walking you to his car. Of course, a matte black camaro. He opened the door for you and you got in, Soon enough he was next to you and driving away from the dark house. The drive consisted of talking about each other's week and complementing each other. You pulled up to the building and he parked. "Are you read, Darling?" You flushed at the name, smiling and nodding as he got out and opened the door for you.
You linked arms as he spoke to the woman at the counter, she walked you to your seats and left you with two menus.
You were glad he told you to dress up or you'd stick out like a sore thumb. The light was dim and warm as crystal chandeliers reflected the light. "I feel so out of place" You giggled. "It's beautiful." "Don't worry, you look the part. They'd never know how clumsy you are by looking at you." He smirked. "And they wouldn't know you're a lovey dovey dork by looking at you." You retorted, smirking as he looked at you with wide eyes. "Oh really?" He smiled as he leaned forward "Really." You smiled, grabbing his hand and running your thumb over his.
You ordered food and got a couple glasses of wine in your system. "Baby?" "Hmm?" He hummed, looking up at you. His eyes shone brightly as he looked at you. He looked so calm. Happy. "Are you ready to go home?" You asked, holding his hand and he nodded, grabbing his wallet and taking some cash out. You stacked the dishes and left the money there as you walked out. He walked you to the car and watched as you almost twisted your ankle, heels and alcohol was not a good mix. He opened the car door and knelt down. "Face me, Honey." He said holding your knee. You turned so your legs were out of the car and he slipped your heels off. A sigh of pleasure fell from your mouth. "There we go. Much better." He smiled at you and buckled you in before closing the door. He held your hand the entire drive home, occasionally giving the back of your hand a kiss. You held your uncomfortable shoes in one hand as Lucifer carried you to the house. "Can you open the door for me?" He asked, kissing your head as you reached for the door knob. "There you go" You said softly, kissing his jaw as he step in the house. "Now close the door." He said, turning you so your feet were towards the door, you managed to slip your foot in the door handle and attempted to close it. "Almost there! Come on!" He smiled and you two giggled. When the door closed he kicked his shoes off and placed you down. "Luci?" "Yes?" "Can we dance?"
You two ran into Beel in the hallway and he smiled at you. "You guys look nice." He said before walking off. Lucifer took you into his room and put a record onto his record player. Merry Go Round of Life began to play. "Levi told me you liked the movie this song came from so I figured I'd get it for you." He said as he took one of your hands in his and the other slipped around your waist. "Oh Luci..I love you." You whispered, kissing him. His hand left yours and went to your chin as he deepened your affections. His tongue grazed your lower lip and you opened your mouth. "This dress is beautiful but I think it'd be prettier on the floor" He whispered into your ear as he undid your necklace and placed it on the table. You took off your gloves and set them on the table along with his tie and jacket.
"You want me to do it, don't you?" He whispered, smirking at you. "You know the answer to that." You smiled. He began to roll up his sleeve. You loved how it showed off his forearms. "Better?" He asked, leaning his hands on the bed to support himself as he towered over you. You hummed in agreement and your hands went to the sides of his neck as you brought him into another kiss. "I love you so much." You whispered. "I love you more, Beautiful." He breathed as you slid his pants down half way down his thighs, letting his red boxers stay. He began to grind against your soft entrance, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck. "Lucifer~" You moaned, sliding your hands under his boxers and holding his hips as he continued. "I need you, My Love..Please" He whispered. His teeth grazed your neck as he left marks and his hips stopped in their tracks as you brought his boxers down. "Do it." You said, looking him in the eye. "Use me." Your hands latched onto his back and your legs wrapping around his hips. His thrusts were slow and deep as he kissed you. Soft "I love you"s falling from your mouths. He held your hands and pressed his forehead against yours as you closed your eyes. "I'm close, My Love...I want you to come with me, can you do that?" He mumbled as he groaned. "Yes. Yes please yes." You moaned, arms wrapping around his neck. "I'll count down from 5" 5 "Ohhh Luci!" 4 "Fuck.." 3 "Hold on a little longer, Sweetheart" 2 "FuUCK" 1 He pulled you into a kiss as he fucked his cum into you. He rolled off of you and you laid on his chest. "Let's hope your brothers are asleep." "Mmm, let's hope they don't need anything. I don't feel like picking our clothes off the floor right now." You giggled and grabbed the blanket off the edge of the bed, pulling it over the both of you. "Good night, Luci, I love you." "I love you more, My Dear. Rest well." NOTE: I love this so much. I hope you enjoyed!
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shares-a-vest · 8 months
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tw: the mildest of reckless driving. psa don't show off with some speedy driving as a flirtation tactic (nothing bad happens, trust me). idk, I just think Steve would be like this with his car on a date.
Steve focuses on the road ahead and gently pushes further down on the gas. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel while placing his other hand directly on the window rolled all the way down.
The late afternoon spring air is warm on the back of his hand as he travels along the one road out of Hawkins.
He contemplates turning the radio up or fiddling with the dial, but it's either Madonna currently playing on the radio or whatever rural station he can tune in, preaching god knows what. It's not like a mixtape is an option either, considering Eddie is sitting right next to him.
He really doesn't want to spend the car ride on their way to their first date arguing about each other's music tastes.
Instead, he looks in his rearview mirror to find no cars in sight. He speeds up more still, setting a nice pace that feels like he is gliding as his baby purrs around him.
Because he needs to focus on something.
Anything to stop him from practically shooting out of his car seat and straight up through the damn roof with anticipation as Eddie – his date, Eddie – sits quietly beside him, appearing far too relaxed.
So, driving along like a movie star trying his luck at Le Mans it is then...
He flexes his hands on the steering wheel as he licks his lips, readying himself to get up some real speed in his pride and joy –
"Easy there, Steve McQueen," Eddie says, as he reaches his hand over to pat a lot closer to the inside seam of his jean leg than anywhere else.
Steve jerks the steering wheel and slams on the brake as he veers into the middle of the road. He and his passenger jolt forward and then back again into their car seats, the poor things squeaking from the sudden movement.
"Sorry," he splutters, white-knuckling the steering wheel.
"Stevie, get off the road," Eddie chuckles, reaching over again.
But thankfully, as Steve braces himself, Eddie is placing a controlling hand on the wheel. He bats him away and lifts his foot off the break as he catches his breath.
The clearing stops a ways ahead, giving way to another dense swath of trees on both sides of the road. There's a small dirt patch not too far in. A popular make-out spot he has used on more than one occasion.
He gets them there in one piece, pointedly ignoring Eddie's snickering as he helps himself to rifling through the glovebox to occupy himself.
In one swift move, Steve places the car in park on the dirt patch, kills the ignition and unclips his seatbelt – all so he can launch himself over the centre console.
It's more awkward than he'd expected (his dang sneaker catches on his seat) as he more stumbles into Eddie's lap than carefully straddles him.
"Steve," Eddie warns, manoeuvring around his legs, "I thought we were seeing a movie first," he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and gives his hips a tight squeeze.
"You like Steve McQueen?" Steve rejoices, looping his hands around Eddie's neck.
"Please don't force me to sit through The Great Escape," he whines, dry-sobbing at the car ceiling, "Wayne watches it every time it's on TV! And that other one with the... the... uh..." he gestures at his black shirt, "That boring one where he has the butterfly chest tattoo?"
"Papillon?" Steve guesses, already insulted and feeling a lot less enthusiastic.
Eddie clicks his fingers, "Yeah, that one."
Steve rolls his eyes, forever frustrated (and confused) by Eddie's movie tastes. Somehow the guy only likes new nerdy stuff, bloody horror of any kind and those weird old black-and-white films Robin loves too.
"But..." Eddie continues, biting the 't' and jolting Steve straight out of a need to bicker about film preferences, "He does have that pretty spot on his face."
Eddie's doe eyes fill with mischievous glee as he lifts his index finger and presses against the duo of moles on Steve's left cheek just off his nose, "Boop."
As a rush of heat travels right across Steve's cheek and melts into his ears to fry his goddamn brain, he reaches down to pull the lever on their seat to send them back as horizontal as the thing will go.
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Merry Christmas !
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Ghostface x Gn!reader
Masterlist if you want to read my other things.
TW/CW: reader has a mother, breaking in, brief mention of kys
Merry (late) Christmas to those who celebrates it and even those who don't. Also happy new year, I hope this year will be full of money and health for you all. Also if you have any projects I deeply hope it'll realize.
I have the unpleasant feeling this work is sloppy and that I'm regressing and losing vocabulary. Also Ethan gave me the ick here, I made him a total loser.
I literally wrote so many different things and yet I can't finish any of them, this is pure torture.
05/01/2024 (7 409 words)
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You're not one to go all out for Christmas, most of the time, it's just a pretext for family to gather and eat and share some juicy gossip. And you love it ! When they're not pestering you with question about your love life or job or study or just anything boring.
This year, you all gathered at your aunt's house. She's a single mother of one, they live alone in this huge cottage far away from the city you're used to. It's nice living here but it's deeply disabling being obligated to use your car to just buy some bread.
In New York, you either walk or use public transports.
It's still fun to be here on vacations, it changes from your daily life. Your mom is going back and forth between the car and the house to empty the car boot, you on the other side, are stuck with your aunt and cousin. Your aunt is telling you how glad she is to finally see the whole family together, saying how much you've grown and bla bla bla.
"Come help me with your stuff !" your mom calls you from outside.
Not making her repeat herself by fear of regretting it later, you hurry to the alley outside. Your mother is already emptying the car, throwing your bags on the ground and frenetically searching for what you assume are her phone, in your pocket.
Walking to her side, you hand her her phone which owes you a thanks before she pulls you to the car trunk. Sighing, your hand grab the bag you brought with you full with clothes. You're staying here for a week after all ! But you can't even take out the bag entirely from its confine as something lower catch your eyes; the tire. It's all deflated.
"Mom, is it me or our tire's flat ?" you make her know instantly. She turns her head to you and frowns.
"Shit you're right." she double check."That's weird, it wasn't like that when we parked here earlier." A small silence filled with bird's singing and light wind replace her words. "It's just our luck, she sighs. We'll change it the day of our departure, your aunt probably has a spare tire."
Your mom doesn't let you answer as she grabs her bag and leave to the house. You're left alone before the open car boot, thinking about your bad luck. Here, it's a necessity to have a working car ! The nearest grocery store is hours away from here by foot and thirty minutes by car.
Crouching down, you put your hand on the holed tire to examine it. You don't really understand, that's some really bad gash, what the hell ? What did you even drove on ? The hole is as big as the length of two of your index fingers. Surely even driving over a nail wouldn't do that.
Are animals frequent in this area ? Or maybe it was already holed at home but the long road worsen it. Just your luck, from every car in the country, or even just the ones here, your car had to be targeted. The world hates you. You hope you won't often need to use your car.
Grabbing the handle of your bag, you slam the trunk door of the vehicle and head to your room. Damn, you kind of missed this place to be honest. You have pretty good memories from here !
The house is quite separated from the other, forest being the only thing present here. You remember climbing up trees, playing in the snow or watching TV before the chimney. And this exact room in which you're staying for the week already hosted you, with its heavy blankets that more often than not itches but are too warm to let go.
You know this place all too well.
What changed ? Life was so cool before, so simple. You did not have to go to a school you don't even like, you never even had to think about later. Your later was asking yourself what would be your next snack. And yet, here you are today, thrown in adult world. And you're deeply lost, everything is so slow and fast at the same time.
You fear you might lose your friends by changing University, you fear to start everything over again, you fear to stay forever stuck in a job you don't like. This room offers you a moment of peace, a portal from your childhood reminding you how everything was easier before.
Shame hits you because you know you'll have to come down to greet everyone when you have nothing to talk about. You're not excellent at school, nor bad, just in the fair middle. You don't have any partner, but you have a few friends. Your life's just boring and you don't want to tell it to everyone. Each one of your cousin always find something to be proud of, you don't have much, nothing to brag about.
To light up the mood, you turn on your phone to send a message to one of your friends; she seems busy as she's not answering. Same for the few others friends you have, some you're not even that close to, only friends at school.
Delight cross you in seeing someone writing you, only for the name to disappear immediately before you're able to see it. Man, you could have finally erased the boredom.
After some time mourning in your corner, your mom yelled at you from the living room to get down to greet the family. Sighing, you turn off your phone and rise up from your bed.
A faint music was heard in the background already, small snacks could be seen scattered a little everywhere on every surface and your aunts, cousins and uncles were greeting each others warmly.
Your mom tells you to come beside her by a sign of the hand, going down each stairs slowly, taking your time, you think about your bed which you already miss.
Greeting every person on the way, smiling, taking news from the family you dare ask yourself what have you done to deserve such a big household. By the time you reach your mom, she grabs your arms and put you right before one of your aunt, the conversation quickly drift to you.
"So ? What do you do now ? How's your new school ? Did you make any friends ? your aunt asks.
You reminded her that you were now in University and not in middle school in a teasing tone, to what she gasped before asking you your age and proceeding to moan about how time flies.
-Last time I saw you you were still so small !
-Show them the picture you have with your friends." your mom almost order you. By her tone and eagerness, you couldn't tell if it was pride of what her child has became, or fear of judgement from the others. As if they were going to shame her for having a kid who did nothing with their life, scared of them thinking you were a loser.
You take out your phone, scroll in your gallery to find the group photo of you and your friends. Your smiles are fake and awkward because the teacher is the one taking the picture. A few months ago, all of you handed a quite big model of the building for a homework, you honestly chose the University's building by lack of better idea. But your teacher was delighted, to everyone's surprise.
He insisted on taking a picture of you all with it to mark this moment forever, congratulating you and complimenting your skills and everything. Did you deserve all this ? No. Did you complaint ? Neither.
Your aunt seems to light up at the mere idea of you having friends, and showing her. It probably makes her feel part of your life. One by one, you present her your friends. Throwing a few anecdotes here and here. She tells you who she thinks is the meanest, the kindest, the prettiest.
Finally, everyone was presented. Smiling lightly, she tells you that she's proud you're working that hard and you turn off the phone. You wanted to leave and grab something to drink when your aunt seize your arm with a frown.
-Where do you think you're going ?
Damn, what is it this time ?
-I don't think I met everyone. Come back here.
The woman practically forces you to turn on your phone once more to show her the picture. You don't outright understand what's the matter as everyone was already introduced, it's when she uses her pointer to show you someone that it clicks.
-And who are those men ? And this girl ? What are you hiding ?
-This photo was taken a while back now, my friends and I don't really talk much to them anymore.
Her eyes glint with a funny mischievous light when problems are mentioned. She slaps kindly your arms, pushing you to tell her everything. You laugh.
-The one with the sleeveless shirt is Chad, the girl next to him is Mindy, they're siblings. The guy all to the left and next to me is Ethan.
-What happened ? They all seem nice !
Well, they are in a way. It's just stupid disputes that destroyed everything. Chad tried flirting with one of your friends, it did not lead to anything as he suddenly went with a certain Tara. When he was faced with the problems he created himself, he said that flirting wasn't equal to a relationship, that he owed you guys nothing.
Your friend was hurt, Mindy wanted to comfort her but, well, she's good friend with Tara and she's Chad's sister so it was complicated. You still talk occasionally with Mindy by the way, she was really nice and never did anything against you. It's just awkward now. But it's not her fault.
So yeah, you stopped hanging out together.
Your aunt was nodding throughout your story, listening carefully, sometimes throwing in some anecdotes of her, sometimes giving her opinion on the matter.
-And the other one ? she asks and for a moment you're confused who she's talking about until she points her interest on your phone.
Right, Landry. You completely forgot about him. He's on the picture since he was working with you as well but to be honest, you're not really close.
He's the only one who stayed with you despite the whole flirting argument. According to him, he likes both groups and is close to both side and it's okay, he's not the one who cheated on someone. But, yeah, it's strange.
No, scratch that, not it, he's strange.
He's in love with one of your friend. Well, you think he is anyway. They're often talking, on the phone and outside. He's always taking part in your group hangouts, buying foods, cinema ticket to whoever forgot money. You could've liked him if he talked to you, because he never.
Every time, and it's not even exaggerated, literally every time, you are all together, Ethan does not glance your way. Even for a second, you could talk to him and he'd answer with short words in a curt tone without looking at you to your face !
And you asked everyone, you're the only one with whom he acts this way.
While he's all lovey dovey with your closest friend. Closest not because you rate your group of friend, that'd be mean, but because you've known her for the longest time. He's following her, she's always the one to bring him to your parties and he'd mostly talk to her. Damn, you're a group, if he doesn't like you what the hell is he still doing here ?
Plus, your friend always talk your ear off about him, how he's so sweet, cute, smart and whatever. Sometimes you feel like she's trying to sell him to you the same way blender or vacuum cleaner are sold on TV.
Anyway, Ethan's weird and he's not your friend.
You simply told your aunt he was the boyfriend of one of your friend, that is partially false as he probably has a huge crush on her, to which she smiled and finally let you go.
You like your family, but you don't feel like telling this all over again to everyone here.
You spent the whole evening chatting with the kids and taking news out of the oldest. Them, on the other hand, kept asking you about a potential partner, school, grades and future. It was tiring but in the middle of it all were laughs, tears and anecdotes you would never forget.
The night has long arrived when everyone start talking about a children Christmas's show happening in town. From what you understood, there would be giant muppet. Some were reluctant because of the driving time and the sun setting but the kids were now overexcited at the idea of seeing muppet dancing.
Honestly, you didn't want to go but they've decided to go out all together now, you didn't have much say in it. Even if you hoped you wouldn't leave the house for tonight.
You weren't feeling it, already tired from the trip and the day. You lied about having a bad headache to stay in. You could rest and enjoy that big house all to yourself that way.
It was hard to survive the strongly disapproving stare of your mother and her dark look but you made it ! You still don't know how, usually, your mom is quite severe on the whole family reunion and she wants you to be there all the time, something about you being disrespectful.
She tells you not to get used to it but while leaving, you hear the others tell her that since your car can't drive because of its tire, there wouldn't have any seat left for you anyway. To what some answer that there'll always be a place for everyone (but you chose to ignore that). Just your luck ! Maybe the world doesn't hate you. This flat tire reveals itself to be a gift.
Slowly but surely, the house empty itself. Each member of the family zip their warm jacket to the very top, preventing the smallest wind to pass through. Your aunt, the owner of the house, comes talk to you with a smile.
"You're not gonna try and sneak your lover in, do you ?
You laugh nervously, still not used to this kind of attention. No, auntie, don't you worry. It's not like you have someone in your life. You assure her that no, you won't sneak anyone in here. Plus, it's kind of gross to do dirty things in the family house but you did not tell her that.
She kisses your cheek, zip her jacket as well and leave the house. Standing before the window, you wave at everyone entering the multiple cars. A few minutes later, the vehicles are gone, only the tire's marks on the frosted dirt are left. You sigh, listening to the quiet wind outside the house, feeling safer than ever.
Finally, peace.
No children running, no parents yelling, no messy conversation screamed; just silence. You can breath and hear yourself think. Without the agitation of everyone, you truly feel the cool atmosphere of the house for the first time.
Should you light the chimney ? Not now, it's not that cold yet. You have time. You smile thinking about it. Yes, you have time ! In fact, you have the whole rest of the evening just for you ! Beaming, you run to your room to change in comfortable pajamas.
Your aunt probably has food in her kitchen but even though she's family, you're uncomfortable at the idea of taking stuff from her without asking. So you grabbed your own snacks. It's weird considering she always offer you to eat all you want.
When in underwear, you think that a good bath would actually be better than just changing into other clothes. And that's what you did, you turned on the water, put your music as loud as you could and slide in the bathtub, enjoying the warm water in these freezing days.
A good hour has gone since everyone had left, silence filled your ears. You were fully ready to sleep in your bed and rest. Well, that was your plan anyway until something crashed into the house startling you like never.
You curse, trying to ease your speeding heart. What the hell ? The sound came from above and then it was just next to you. Did something fall from the roof ? The sound crossed the house !
Of course, with a sound so precise, you immediately thought of the chimney. Did something just fall from it ? Like a tile or something bigger ? A brick, or more ?
Well, you're a little too old to believe in Santa Claus by now, but uh, you're not dreaming, right ? Okay, it's late, you're alone, it's creepy but that sound was probably from animals outside or decoration falling ? Plus, that house's old, it creaks sometimes. It's nothing, right ? Okay, it's clearly not creaking sounds but still.
You wait as still as a statue, contemplating your options. It's nothing, probably, as no sound can be heard anymore. So yeah, a brick that is.
Why does this kind of shit has to happen to you when you're alone ? Your whole family was literally here one hour ago ! You wouldn't be so paranoid if they were still with you !
Slowly but surely, taking your sweet time to get down each steps, you feel your phone vibrating in your hand in the process but aren't interested enough to look at it, eyes boring hole around you.
But when you set foot in the main room, you're terrified to discover ashes scattered on the ground from the chimney and further away in the room, reaching the kitchen, like something had spread them, leaving some kind of footprints. It wasn't human foot shape, fortunately, but it wasn't any animal's paw shape either.
What the fuck ?
Something entered ? What the hell ? How did it even went in the chimney in the first place ? Okay, you're creeped out now. Only, there's no sound in the house. It does not help you feel better, you have no idea if an animal's here with you, and if it's an animal, what kind ? It has to be heavy to do such a sound when falling and trailing that much ashes, on the other hand, it is able to climb a roof, apparently. You dearly hope it's not a bear, well, it's hard for a bear to enter by a chimney but, you know.
Quietly, you get out of the house without even bothering to take a jacket with you. There is absolutely no way you are staying in this haunted ass house. Alone in the snow outside, your eyes are fixated to the windows to search any kind of suspect movements, there's none.
You are absolutely freezing when you take out your phone to dial your aunt number. You need to ask her if there's any weird animals lurking in the area.
But of course, now that you're outside, there's no internet. Okay, you have to go back inside. It's okay, it's probably a bear, yeah, a baby bear. All cute and soft.
But the more you think about it, less you're convinced it's an animal.
Because how the fuck would it be able to go on the roof ! You saw videos on internet showing bears opening doors, it's quite impressive actually, but rooftop ? No, if one of them wanted to enter, they would have passed by the garage or one of the numerous doors of the house, not the damn chimney.
Is Santa Claus going to kill you ? That's the worst death ever.
Freezing your ass off outside, you decide to stay on the terrace right before the front door to get internet without needing to enter. But of course it doesn't work, it's like the lines are cut. Plus, you were scared whatever was inside would be able to punch through the window to grab you, but it's the numerous horror movie you saw talking.
You honestly have no idea what's safer; staying outside in the cold or staying inside with the intruder.
If the phone don't work, you at least need to join your family in town. You don't remember correctly where is it but there's literally one single straight road so you can definitely manage. Looking over your shoulder, your eyes lay on the broken car in the alley.
Yes, one of the tire is flat but it still is able to drive, right ? You don't have any choice anyway. The closest city is something like thirty minutes in car away, so at foot ? Probably one hour. And without jacket in such an angry wind ? No, certainly not. You just need to get the key and you get out, simple.
They key, which is inside.
Okay, okay, you can do this. The key is directly to the left of the entrance, it's easy. You breath, hyping yourself up before you push the door open. It's creaking, your heart beats faster, but there is no sign of anyone having heard you. It could have tricked you into believing you imagined everything but the heavy ashes footstep are very well present.
Keeping your eyes on the house, trying to hold the perimeters safe and assuring nothing would come towards you, you throw your hand on the furniture supposed to held the key without looking at it. The door is still open wide behind you and you'd rather die than to close it even if it meant you were risking to catch a really bad cold for the rest of the holidays.
Only, after a few minutes, indicated by the stinging of your eyes after not blinking for so long, your hand remains empty. A quick glance to the furniture's way confirms you the worst: the keys are missing.
Of course, nothing's easy. Your mom probably took them to her room, to your despair. On the other hand, there's still no sound in the house, except for the strong wind coming from the open door behind you, which makes you cringe. If someone's here, the noise is definitely going to attract them to you. Though, you still don't want to close it.
What if it's a burglar ? What if they are burglars ? You pray it's not a group, hell, you hope no one's here ! But if you have to choose between being mugged by one or multiple people, the choice is already done.
Backing slowly, you start feeling watched and fear whatever's inside might come get you by behind thanks to the back door. You have to hurry, you go upstairs, you take the keys and you bolt outside. Yeah, it's easy, it's an easy plan.
Do you run ? It'll be quicker but you might be heard. Shit shit, what are you supposed to do ? You can't even pinpoint in which room, which area of the house the intruder is ! With your luck, you'll stumble on them in the hallway or even your bedroom.
You won't run, you're too terrified to do any sound. Removing your shoes, you put them between the wall and the door in order to block it if it ever comes to close while you weren't there. There's multiple carpet, your socks won't do too much sound and if you're too scared to put the shoes back when leaving you can still drive in socks, dangerous but you'll deal with that later.
One step at a time, you approach the creaking stairs, ears ready to isolate the slightest sound that could signify a presence near or far from you.
You would have much rather not use these stairs but they're the only way upstairs, even if they're noisy.
The first step is silent, just like the second and third, however, your weight on the next ones cause them to cry, making you wince and stop in your track. In total, this staircase is composed of fifteen steps. You know it, you've counted everything at least once here.
Fuck it, you already made too much noises. Whoever's here know damn well your position. Taking a big breath, you suddenly sprint every stairs, each one creaking in the process, not talking about the sound of your feet heavily hitting the wood. Stopping wasn't an option anymore, not being deterred, your legs finally bring you to your room where you lock yourself in, shutting the door with every locks available.
You sigh, falling to the ground and grabbing your shirt where your heart is. Your head is buzzing, your ears are ringing and your body screaming for help, everything is too hot for you, you can't think but you know it's not the end, you can't rest now.
So you get up and head as quietly as possible to the different furniture of the room. In your head, your pray that the intruder can't tell in which room you went. It's not long before you find the keys, your mum placed them beside your bag. And now ? It was a real trial having to come up here, and now you have to confront it all over again to go down ?
Okay, you're not mentally ready yet, you at least need to protect your back. You grab your phone, now having internet, and lowering the light as much as you can, you go to your socials to text someone.
You can't call the cops by yourself, it could mean talking and you can't allow that right now. However, your different social media won't even load. You're pretty sure a number for deaf people exist, but can't recall what is it. You try to type it on internet, but the page doesn't load as well. Of course, you don't have 4G since you're the one paying your subscription, that thing's expensive. Now, though, you really hate yourself.
To get out of this, you spam your friends phone in order for them to answer to make them call the police for you, the few of them that gave your their phone number at least. While doing so, you notice that Ethan Landry sent you a message a few minutes ago but deleted it. Weird, but he is so no surprise.
You don't stop spamming everyone, friends or family, it doesn't matter. But of course, your mum and the other are busy feasting staring at the show in town.
When you finally get an answer five minutes later (the longest minutes of your entire life), you feel relief flood your body, only for it to disappear when the name displayed was not the one of your friend, but of someone completely different.
Ethan Landry. Again. You retain a snort. Of course, him of all people. He doesn't have any damn social life, it's obvious he'd answer. He's typing, you wait impatiently for his message to be sent, it takes a few others seconds.
"Hey ^^" your screen displays. You want to explode your head on the nearest wall. Who's using those emojis ? "You're spending nice holidays ?" he adds.
What it that opening ? And why him ? Now ? He is not your friend, and isn't he busy ? Working too much for his class to stay the best of the best ? You don't want to talk to him. You're pensive, do you really have a choice in this situation ?
"I see you saw my message but haven't answered, are you ignoring me ?" And as if to light the mood of his already quite pitiful message, he sends you a small "lol".
No wonder he's still a virgin.
He's still online and you can't call anyone, if you talk, they're going to hear you. You don't like him but if he's the only one responding right now, you won't miss this chance. Just as you came to this conclusion, a noise of something falling echo through the house. You almost died on the spot, your heart not designed for this type of scare. Slowly, you hide under the bed, the huge blanket falling from both side of it protecting you from outsider's sight.
"Call copsfor me send them to m yaddress I beg you." you sent him, with a few mistakes as you're shaking, rushed and not watching the screen as you type. When sending him your address though, you watched cautiously the screen, feared he might send the cops somewhere else. To briefly explain him the situation, you sent him one simple word; intruder.
"Oh shit." he says and you never hated him more than right now. Why was this stupid idiot still typing when he should be calling the police ! Doesn't he understand the problem ? You really can't count on him.
He's stupid, you think. You have the keys now, that's all that matter. All is left to do is for you to bolt down to the car and leave. Steadying your breathing, you slide from under the bed, holding tightly the keys in your closed hand. You stand, walking towards the door; no sounds.
With a shaky hand, you grab the handle and open the door. Not getting out instantly, you're careful to check every corner of the hallway before leaving. You know how it is in horror movie, the protagonist often dies right before they can escape. You are not risking it. Your device is vibrating in your pocket, it's probably him again.
Reaching the main stairs, you put your foot in the air, ready to place it on the first step when your breath get stuck in your throat by the vision in front of you.
The main door is closed.
A cold chill run down your spine, raising up each one of your body hair. Why is it closed ? You specifically put your shoes between the door and the wall, preventing it from closing. And in the worst case, if the wind or the force of the heavy door still close, it would slam and alert you. But it didn't. How it is closed ?
You look around the room, not daring move anymore until you finally understand what happened. You're able to see both of your shoes, delicately placed side by side outside, on the freezing terrace. Someone moved them. Someone fucking took your shoes and deliberately put them outside, right in front of the window for you to see. If that's not provocation you have no idea what that is.
Either way, you are not trying to open it. Something is telling you it's completely locked. The wind is growing up by seconds, snowflakes flying everywhere. Fuck, it wasn't snowing earlier, you need to get out of here before you're completely stuck inside. That was your plan before you heard the back door downstairs shut and the dangling of keys, anyways.
Not waiting anymore, you get back to the safety of your room.
You can't calm yourself, you heard keys ! The intruder has keys and is locking you two together ! Shit, shit shit what do you do ? You have to get out of here, quickly before it's too late. If you end up completely locked up, all would be left to do for the intruder is to simply visit the different room until you're dead.
Think, think, how can you escape ? Your eyes end up on the window which you rush to. Opening it, the freezing air outside penetrate the room, slapping you in the face with it's now pouring snow.
You're something like 10 meters/32 inches up from the ground. It does not sound like a good idea to jump from here but do you really have a choice here ? Maybe you can wait a little until the snow reach a good height, so falling in it won't hurt.
No, the negative temperature and extreme weather would cause you to die of hypothermia. You close the window, still keeping the idea somewhere in the corner of your mind. You won't jump now, but if things get too complicated, you are not hesitating.
Maybe you can keep it a tad open, just in case. So you don't have to struggle to open it. You regret not having tried to open the main door earlier, sure the shoes were put away but maybe it wasn't really locked. You thought so but your fear were really what was driving your mind at the moment, you have to try.
There is this old broken glass clock on the wall, you could use it as a weapon. If the intruder comes at you, you explode the glass on their head. You cheer yourself up, stretching your limbs. You can still run if you can't fight.
You can do this, you can do this.
You still didn't encounter anyone after all, maybe you're fine. Standing up, a new found determination filling you, you head to the door. You try to think of a better plan but options are not running to you. It's not like you have a better choice.
You lay your hand on the handle, ready to fight your fears but you stop in your track when light musical notes start invading the silence of the house. You're confused, frowning your brows, you try to think of any reason for it to happen.
There's music coming from downstairs and that's when you know you're done for. Someone's here and is definitely toying with you. By music, it's not even a scary song with lyrics to help you understand what's going to happen to you, or a creepy music deepening the tense atmosphere, oh no. It's Michael Bublé singing his dumb 'It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas'.
Great, perfect, a festive music for a festive death, right ? Are you going to get killed on rhythm of it, too ? For a moment, you thought about it being a whole joke from one of your cousin, but it would be too elaborated. The best jokes are the shortest, and this one's endless.
Not having anything better to do, you hide once again under the bed and turn on your phone. Ethan sent you a message earlier but you did not look at it. You frown upon seeing it.
"Can I tell you something ? It's a secret tho. I'm a little ashamed of it."
Does he really fucking think it's the perfect moment for him to confide his secret to you ? "Police" you simply send him, wanting to remind him of the goal of this conversation, hoping he'd understand. After all, he did not even confirmed having called anyone.
But he never answers your reminder and instead send you a photo. It's blurry and at first you don't understand what it is until you recognize the house, your aunt's house. The house you're currently in. It's a picture of you from earlier, when you first went outside after discovering the ashes everywhere. You're outside, before the window, checking your phone while hugging yourself to try and protect you from the cold.
"Where are you ? I want to talk to you." he sends right after.
Your blood runs cold, suddenly the painful and awkward position you're in doesn't bother you much anymore. Ethan Landry, took a picture of you here. Ethan Landry is here, right now. What's happening ?
"We need to talk." he insists.
Is that man the one who entered by the chimney ? Is he the intruder ? You're not typing anything and it must stress him as he adds a stupid "Please answer". How did he even know you were here ? Did he follow you ? How ?
"What do you want" you typed, wanting to know why he was here. You were desperate for answer, you never talked to this guy, he never talked to you ! What does he want now ? Is it linked with your friend ? Did she ditch him ? Maybe she did, and he thinks it's your fault.
But against all odd, it's not at all the answer gives you.
"It's about us."
What ? What 'us' ? What is he talking about ? "Us" as in you and him or "us" as in him and the whole group ? Because either way, you have no idea what he wants. And even if you did, you doubt there's a problem big enough that requires him to fucking break into your house.
"I have a gift for you as well." No, it does not sound good at all. You keep spamming your friends, begging them to answer. You're telling them you're hiding under your bed and that they need to call the police right now or you'll end up dead. At one point, you start to write another message to your friend when you receive a notification from Ethan.
"They won't answer." he says. And for a second, you dare think that he may be connected to your phone. But you quickly push that thought aside, only for it to come back as fast when you're typing "Ethan s insde my hhouse" and "Don't do that" is sent to you before you press send.
He's bluffing, you're sure. You send your message anyway, if you die, at least they'll know. However, to confirm your doubts, you write two question marks in the blank space to check if he's able to see them. To your horror, Ethan sends you two question marks as well.
It's just a coincidence. It has to be anyway because that'd mean Ethan knows where you are. Who are you kidding ? He knew from the very start where you were. He's just tormenting you. Testing yet again, you type "what" in the chat space, and of course Landry sends you "What what ?".
That's it, he has access to your phone. Your body is boiling from the inside, nothing makes sense anymore. How did he hack into your phone ? Why and when ? Since when ? You swipe the notification away from the screen and turn your phone off. Laying it beside you, waiting for another person to answer.
He planned everything, controlling your phone, following you, getting you alone and vulnerable.
It's probably time for you to use the window. You have the keys after all. You'll jump. Get to your car or something. Besides, maybe you won't break your ankle. maybe you'll be able to escape, run in the forest and found a shelter somewhere, wait until the weather is good enough to come back and find your family.
Maybe you'll fall, break something and wake up only to realize that it was all a dream, that you're safe and sound. Ethan did nothing, he is still the weirdo from your class, flirting with your friend and you'll spend a beautiful Christmas with your family.
Your body start to move in order to leave your hiding spot, but each one of your muscle stops dead when slow and steady footsteps are heard in the hallway, and seconds later, the door of the room creaks open. And then you remember with horror that Ethan found the keys, and that locking the door won't protect you.
He knows you're here. You try to recall everything you did that could've hurt him, if one day you insulted him, mocked him but nothing. Why, why is he doing this to you ? Tears fill up your eyes, but you have to dry them. If you have to escape, you need to have hundred percent of your vision. Fleeing with blurry eyes will slow you down.
Ethan doesn't budge. You're too scared to change position and see where he is, but he sounds like he is at the end of the end. You probably could've saw his feet if you tried, but you didn't want to.
Your phone stirs, reporting a new notification. You know who that comes from already. Every muscle in you is tensed, refusing to move. But he waits for you to do so. So you turn it on, checking his message.
He sent you another picture, one which absolutely freeze you from head to toe. It's a photo where only a bed is visible, the exact one serving you as hiding spot. What's horrifying however, is that a large knife is displayed on it, along with a printed photo of you two. You recognize this cursed picture, the one your teacher took of you with the model.
He cut out everyone else, only you two are left. It's the only photo you have of him, and it's probably the same for him, the only picture he has of you. You're never beside each other after all.
You don't give a fuck about the photo, he has a knife. You're alone together in a room and he has a knife.
"Are you mad at me ?" he texts but you can't do anything except try to keep your cries quiet. You knew he was weird, but fuck ! Not that weird !
You hear him chuckle, and seconds after the ruffle of his clothes alarms you. What is he doing ? He's moving, but why ? You don't know what he's doing until his hand firmly close around your ankle and pull you out of under the bed, you scream, try to fight back, throw your legs at his face but you can't even see it; he wears a mask.
Not only a mask, in fact, he is completely disguised.
Window is all you can think. You have to jump out of the window. Never slackening your attacks, you finally inflict him pain, his mask twisting on the side in the process. He falls on his back, holding his, likely, jaw.
You are not waiting for him to get over it as you jump on the bed, slide and grab the open window. You pull it wider and leap head first. You did not think this through, only acting out of pure survival. But at the same time, maybe you would've done the same thing, choosing between breaking your legs or arms, in this situation, you'd chose to break your arms.
But Ethan is as determined as you, before your body can completely fall, he grabs both of your tibias with strong hands. Blood is already falling to your head, you feel it heat up despite the freezing atmosphere.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing ?" yell the man holding you.
Hanging upside down, only held by the legs by a crazy man clearly wasn't part of your Christmas plan. You wiggle your body, trying to make him let go or at least slip out of his grip but you never saw someone as mad as Ethan. You lay your hands flat on the outside wall before you, outstretching your arms to grab something allowing you to fall, to pull yourself down but it's no use.
You already feel yourself being lift up. Slowly, Ethan's hand pull you up, leaving your ankles to grab just below your knees. One of your foot hit his face but he never relents. You yell in the wind for the world to hear, you struggle, fight but Ethan's something else. Ethan won't let you go.
The more he pulls you up, the more his hand grabs of you. While your feet are back inside, your hands never let go of the window border, refusing categorically to let him engulf you inside. You don't stop yelling at him to let you go but you quiet down a second when two other person enter your vision, both in the same disguise as Ethan.
They're outside, braving the harsh snow, just below the window. Exactly where you would have fallen if Landry didn't grabbed you. The smaller of them has a sign in hand, and when you read what's on it, you think you should have jumped and killed yourself.
"Merry Christmas, in-law.
Welcome to the family"
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