#unexpected guests extras

[undertalethingems]

The blaster isn't entirely sure either...

#undertale #letpapyrussayfuck #unexpected guests extras #yeah i'm gonna say this is canon XD #papyrus (undertale) #gaster blaster

[randomshyperson]

Enchanted - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: The new Avengers welcome party takes an unexpected turn. Wanda is delighted and tries to make a friend. | Based on “Enchanted” by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: mutual pining, really fluffy, emo wanda being a shy mess with a crush, they are both teenagers in this btw, hints of social anxiety. | Words: 4.913k

A/N-> Yes, I’m writing about worthy!Reader again, sue me. It has a certain resemblance to an abandoned one that I posted here a while ago, but this time they are strangers to friends. This is also totally influenced by the new version of this song.

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The party setting was not one that Wanda would choose as a favorite, and frankly, she had little desire to be there.

But Steve and Natasha insisted she joins, after all, there were reasons to celebrate besides the almost obligatory socializing and marketing for Earth's most famous team of heroes; their latest villain, Ultron, had been successfully exterminated. And in addition to the conflicts, there were new members on the team. Given the circumstances, and the recent destruction of her home country, neither reason would be enough to get her out of her room, but it was Natasha who convinced her to celebrate what truly mattered: Pietro was alive.  

Somehow, the twin managed to make the broken leg an extra charm to his character, and the crouched figure dressed in an expensive suit courtesy of Stark Industries - an image that would make the teenage version of Pietro Maximoff have a fit of outrage - turned into the soul of the party. Unlike her brother who seemed overjoyed by the spotlight, Wanda hurried to find a corner as soon as she entered the tower hall packed with guests, her heart racing for every glance and flash of photographers interested in the newest Avengers.

The evening wore on with polite celebrations and a battle of egos conversations; it all seemed very political to Wanda, but not in the same way as it had on her rebellious afternoons in Sokovia, with all the ink and posters and protests, and more about fake smiles and passive-aggressive accusations, people in suits reminding themselves of the cost of the Avengers' existence, and an almost drunken Tony Stark bragging that money was no problem.

It was exhausting in its entirety, but Wanda managed to find a decent and entertaining distraction which was watching Pietro and Sam bicker for the attention of the guests. At the same time, Natasha kept her company at the bar. 

The widow's voice calling her attention made her take her eyes from her twin supported on crutches to her newest teammate. Wanda was still a bit uneasy around Natasha - Her own guilt about the confrontation in which she invaded the other's memories, in addition to the moment of being scolded for a borrowed jacket made her feel embarrassed, even though Natasha had been very kind around her since then and had even been the person to lend her the red dress she wore tonight.

"You were tense all night, Maximoff." Commented Natasha not teasing her, but as a friendly remark that made Wanda sigh. The redhead glanced at Pietro before turning her attention back to the younger girl, her gaze softer. "It was just a scare, Wanda. He'll recover, and before you can miss him, your brother will be causing trouble again."

The joke drew a smile from her, weak but still true. Wanda tried to take Natasha's words to heart, hoping that the reaffirmation would push away all the nightmares she'd had with the memories of her brother bleeding in a destroyed Sokovia, dreams created by her fears that her brother's masked savior wouldn't have arrived in time.

Natasha cursed suddenly, and Wanda stared at her curiously, only to discover the widow staring at something behind them, at the entrance to a party that was emptying as the night wore on.

“"What the hell is this little shit doing here?" Grumbled the widow and Wanda frowned, surprised that although it was a swear word, the anger didn't carry over into Natasha's gaze. She looked more worried than anything else.

Looking back, Wanda saw a singular figure. The band T-shirt, even if hidden under a pallet, brought a faded, confident tone to the figure who greeted with polite smiles and made their way to the bar with such familiarity that Wanda immediately understood that whoever the person was, they had been to the Tower many times before.

But Natasha came out from behind the bar at a hard step and met you halfway, close enough for Wanda to see how Nat grabbed your wrist and hear the words whispered in a scolding tone.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?"

Your posture was not intimidated one bit - You freed yourself from the tug effortlessly, smiling and adjusting your jacket.

"I was invited, of course."

Natasha narrowed her eyes, assessing your response during the seconds you looked around, smiling and waving to a few people. "I'm going to kill Tony."

You sighed impatiently. "Come on, Mom, it's just a party-" 

The term made Wanda's eyes widen, almost unable to resist the urge to raise her head and fully expose her spying on the conversation. Natasha didn't let you finish, walking off at a harsh pace toward the iron man on the other side of the room.

With a roll of your eyes, you ignored that and made your way to the bar. 

Wanda noticed a few things quickly as you reached out beside her to grab a bottle of booze from behind the counter. The first was that you were certainly not the legal American age to be drinking and this explained the checking glances you threw around before stealing the drink, and the second was that your complicit smile toward her made her heart forget how to beat properly.

"Sorry about that, Natasha is quite the doting type of mom." That was the first thing you said to her, as you moved close enough for Wanda to swallow dryly at the intrusion of your perfume into her senses, intoxicatingly attractive. You smiled again, propping your elbow on the counter beside you to extend your hand to her. "I am Y/N, by the way. And you're Wanda Maximoff, right?"

Jesus, keep it together. She thought, feeling her face heat up at the attention.

If Pietro saw the disaster, he would be laughing at her face, and knowing that her brother was just a few feet away ready to mock her, made Wanda suddenly gain a little confidence.

She confirmed who she was and as she shook your hand, she added, "I didn't know Natasha had any children."

You chuckled relaxedly. "It's complicated." You replied, releasing her hand to grab the beer bottle you left resting on the bar. "She's not my birth mother, I'm more like a souvenir"

Wanda frowned at your rather vague answer, ready to inquire when before you could take a sip of your drink, someone took it from you from behind your shoulder - It was Clint Barton, also wearing a suit and with a smug expression of repression.

"I'll take this." He chuckled, ignoring your sigh of protest and approaching to greet Wanda quickly before turning his attention back to you. "And may I ask what you're doing here, kiddo?"

You snorted impatiently, putting your hands in your pockets. "What do people do at parties, Barton?" You returned naughtily, but Clint grinned, shaking his head.

"You know Natasha is going to give you a hard time for this... in addiction to drinking-"

"What drinking? You didn't even let me taste it." You interrupt grumpily and roll your eyes when to further irritate you, Clint takes a long gulp. With a sigh, you lift your chin toward Wanda. "I'm just getting to know the new Avengers, it's not a crime to make friends." You commented, offering Wanda a wink that made her swallow dryly. 

Great, of all the people she could meet in a new country, she was going to have a crush on the Black Widow's daughter. Her luck always improving.

"Kiddo, you know the rules-" Clint tried to reason, but you huffed impatiently again.

"God, you guys are such hypocrites!" Despite the clear irritation, your tone remained controlled. "The Maximoffs are what, months older than me? Yeah, Barton, I read Fury's files. Honestly, this is ridiculous! Stark is also trying to recruit that fourteen-year-old vigilante, but suddenly if I want to join the team it's the most dangerous thing in the world! I only came for the party, but I'd be happy to get a thank you for the last mess you put yourselves in! I don't know, like a "thanks Y/N for saving my life" instead of a "you're too young to be here", Uncle." Your venting made the man lower his head, sighing in agreement. 

The archer tried to call you over to ease things, but you had already left the scene, annoyance stamped on your expression. With another sigh, this time in defeat, Clint returned the bottle to the bar and touched Wanda gently on the elbow.

"It wasn't the best way to meet her, but I hope you don't get a bad impression." He tried to joke, but Wanda only needed five seconds to reflect on your words to understand exactly who you were.

"Clint, she's helped us in Sokovia, didn’t she?" Inquired the girl with a certain desperation. "She’s the one that saved Pietro?" 

Barton smiled proudly. " Yeah, that's her." He confirmed to which Wanda sighed softly. So many days wondering how she could find and thank the mysterious person who ensured her brother's safety and the closest thing to a father figure she had at the moment, only to have you stand in front of her and get tongue-tied.

You disappeared in the midst of so many guests, and Wanda gave up searching with her gaze when Clint called her back to get her attention.

"You'll have time to say thanks." He commented realizing the whole thing and smiling softly. "If Y/N gets what she's been pushing at for years, you two should be roommates. And well, whenever she's not at school, she's around."

Wanda absorbed the words attentively, feeling her curiosity rise. "Oh, really? And how old is she again?"

"She wasn't exaggerating, Maximoff, she really is only a few months younger than you and your brother." Clint replied casually. Although he was looking around, old habits of an agent, he seemed willing to talk to Wanda. "The only reason she's not the youngest Avenger is because Natasha doesn't want her to be on the team."

The information makes Wanda frown. "Why is that?"

Clint smiles, shrugging. "Safety, of course." He gently rebuts. "Aliens and bio-nuclear warfare isn't exactly the right place for a teenager."

"Still here I am.'" Wanda retorted without sounding really annoyed. Clint hesitated before sighing. 

"It's different, Wanda."

"Of course, Clint." She retorted with a fresh bitterness on the edge of her stomach. "She matters."

Barton grimaced, moving a little closer and staring her in the eye. "Don't jump to conclusions without knowing the full story." He began. "These are different situations. You and Pietro are enhanced young people without a country to go back to. And of course your safety matters to me. But we've had this conversation before, Maximoff. When you faced that army, you chose to be an Avenger, even though you can resign from this position whenever you want, you are a very strong girl who I would trust on a battlefield. But Y/N is 17 years old and the most action she's seen in her life was at the drive-in of The Future Terminator ." Clint commented but Wanda looked away, catching your figure again, this time greeting Pietro who recognized you far more easily than she did. The hug he gave you made her look at Clint seriously.

"I think you give her little credence." She retorted, impressed with her confidence in defending someone she didn't even know. "She made a difference in the last fight."

Clint laughed dryly. "She's already won you over, hasn't she? She's a born talent." He teased, smiling at the pink tint to her cheeks. "And speaking of talent, I have to admit, that kid has plenty of it. Natasha trained her of course, but never let her go into real action. And well, she's always been very observant. Tony has a sweet spot for her, taught her everything he knows, and if you ask me, he spoils her a little. But I can't blame him, she gives us those puppy dog eyes and it seems like no time has passed. We're all old and she gets what she wants from those soft adults."

The warmth and nostalgia of the veteran's words made Wanda smile as well. She let a moment pass before commenting:

"Earlier, Y/N said something about being... souvenir." And the phrase drew a hearty laugh from Clint.

He shook his head in disbelief before retorting, "It's a long story..."

"It's not like I have anywhere else to go." Wanda jokes it's kind of dry humor, but it makes Clint chuckle weakly. He settles into the chair next to her and assumes a thoughtful expression.

"Well, I guess it all started in Budapest..."

It's not like she needed any more reasons to like you, but nonetheless, Clint gave all of them and more. The story was brief but much appreciated; Natasha found you by chance, the joke about being Souvenir now made sense and Wanda wanted to laugh at your dry sense of humor so similar to hers. A professional Russian spy is given a second chance and while she is trying to gain the trust of the people around her, she encounters an angry child during an infiltration and elimination operation. Unlike everyone on the team of military and guilty billionaires, you were just a civilian with no options. Born into a family made up of people who made all the wrong choices and compromised your safety. Enter the Shield, with two agents who were determined to bring the only survivor home. 

Wanda immediately understood Natasha's responsibilities and desperate desire for your safety. 

Clint's narrative grew vaguer, and he got quieter as he drank more. Wanda didn't need telepathy to know that the archer was thinking about his own kids, and with a tired smile, he took a last sip of his beer and offered her a pat on the shoulder.

"Time for me to go home, Wanda." He commented, looking around at the practically empty party room now. They had been so wrapped up in stories about the past that he had barely seen the party ending. "Whatever you need, give me a call, okay?"

Clint's goodbyes were always like this, and Wanda just returned the smile. 

Alone at the bar, she decided to make her way to her twin brother who was now sitting on one of the couches. The whole way there, she tried to keep her racing heart in check on account of the person in the opposite seat.

"[...] And all that for her to kick me out of bed the next day!" The end of Sam's story drew laughter from the group, and Wanda tried to go unnoticed and find a corner, but once you were close enough, you adjusted yourself on the couch.

"Hey, there's space here." You offered gently, tapping the free spot next to you and with all the attention on her, Wanda could only accept the invitation quickly, squeezing in next to you on the couch. 

Sam, who didn't mind the momentary attention stolen, continued to tell stories of failed date nights, tales funny and embarrassing enough to keep the group entertained. Wanda was too busy trying not to look like a complete mess and hiding her own expression from her curious brother to pay attention to them.

Before she could realize it, she had stood beside you in complete silence for half an hour, just listening and forcing smiles whenever Pietro tried to include her in the conversation at the mention of some memory they shared. The party officially ended as the night wore on until only those who were part of the team were left in the room. And well, you.

"Hey kiddo, come on, I'll drive you home." It was Natasha already with a jacket over her dress and keys in hand. The information that there was a home beyond the tower stuck in Wanda's mind, and she had to force herself to stop imagining what the black widow's ordinary life as a single mother would be like. 

Instead of getting up, you sank further into the sofa, stretching both arms out on the support of the furniture. Wanda was sure her face was the color of Natasha's hair, but she didn't dare look above her own lap, being sure that Pietro would notice if she did.

"Thanks, Mom, but I'm going to stay a little longer."

Natasha sighed wearily. "Kid, please." She insisted but you didn't lose your slouched posture.

Instead, you let your arm fall over Wanda and Sam, each on your side. "I just made new friends, come on!" You justified, squeezing them both for a moment. Wanda bit the inside of her cheek hard, "And tomorrow is the weekend!"

The widow didn't look persuaded at all, but a certain iron man mimicked the gesture you made with the other two, hugging Natasha sideways as his free hand brought out a little cocktail.

"Don't be so grumpy, Romanoff." Tony teased. "It's not like Y/N is twelve. In fact, I already bought her an eighteen birthday present."

The information made you get excited, and get up to try to get more information out of your uncle about that surprise gift. 

Wanda let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding when she no longer had your arm around her, and as she raised her eyes and met her twin's curious gaze, she knew the color of her cheeks had worsened.

When Thor was drunk enough to keep talking about Asgard, and Natasha's keys were hanging over the hammer on the table, you yawned in the middle of a joke.

Steve chuckled, shaking out his hair and exchanging a quick glance with the widow talking to Agent Hill across the room.

"It's late, let's call it a night, Avengers." Announced the captain, receiving a chorus in protest but far too tired to counter more willingly. 

Wanda herself was missing her heels, practically asleep against the shoulder of her twin brother, who was in one last round of improvised poker with the Falcon.

"Party killer." Tony teased with his eyes closed - He had been woken from his nap by the voice of the captain, who laughed at the comment before offering his hand to encourage you to get up from the couch.

The next few minutes were a blur in Wanda's mind until everything came back into focus at once. She was holding the crutches with her magic and helping her brother to stand when she heard you mutter something about sleeping in the tower. Suddenly, your sleepy figure tripped over the table leg, and instead of a tragic accident with the hammer static in the center, everything crashed to the floor.

The Mjolnir rolled a few inches away from your body, and you laughed embarrassedly, half of Tony Stark's punch in your jacket. 

"Damn, let's hope she didn't scratch your toy." Joked Sam, but Thor was half pale looking at you in shock.

It was Rogers who lifted you like a knight to the rescue, but when he tried to duck to retrieve the hammer, the item didn't care to flinch. 

Suddenly the whole group understood what had happened while you were distracted by the punch damage to your new suit.

"Sorry, Uncle Tony, I think it's going to stain..." You muttered upset, raising your eyes to the room of adults staring at you and breaking into a confused laugh. "What?"

Thor swallowed dryly. "Hm, kid, can you... pick up the hammer for me?"

You shrugged, ducking down at the same moment. "Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to knock it over." And you lifted it without any difficulty, extending it to Thor who looked about to pass out and didn't make a move. You made a confused face. Opening your mouth to question, you had no chance to do so as Thor was already looking at Natasha.

"We have to talk." He pointed at you next. "The three of us."

Nat sighed and grabbed the hammer from your hand, tossing it into Thor's lap who caught it just in time to avoid hitting him in his most sensitive parts, grimacing at the redhead.

"See? It's no big deal. I can lift it too, so don't even try to give me that look."

"Natasha-"

"No. She's a kid, Thor! Don't even start, we're leaving!"

"Romanoff!" Insisted the god, but he had to get up to follow the figure of Nat, who had grabbed your hand and was practicing running away down the tower.

The rest of the team stood in an embarrassing silence, being able to hear the heated discussion in the hallway of the other three for the next few minutes until Steve cleared his throat.

"I think it's best if we each go to bed..." 

"Shush, popsicle." Cut Tony impatiently. "We just found new rulers of Asgard."

"Yeah, let us hear it." Insisted Sam and Steve got no support from anyone else, everyone too curious to give privacy to the discussion that seemed close to ending.

A moment later, Thor returned with a smile on his face, and next to him, a widow with her arms crossed. "We have a proposition to make." Announced the blond man, giving the smaller one a gentle nudge. 

Natasha sighed stubbornly. "It's against all my wishes-"

Thor snorted good-naturedly, nudging Natasha's face like an older brother and ignoring the other's protest to excitedly tell the room: "Everyone has seen that little Romanoff can lift the hammer, and well, this is the greatest proof of honor, strength, and dignity a warrior can have and I think it's more than enough to give that girl a chance to be part of the team like she's always wanted since she was a rude little brat-

"Thank you, Uncle." You cut in with a laugh as you came into the scene again. Wanda saw that you were now out of your wet suit, the t-shirt gave way to what looked like one of the social shirts of the party waiters and was clearly an improvised outfit by the way half the buttons were still being buttoned.

Thor suddenly wrapped you in a corner hug, looking very proud and the gesture made you chuckle. "They grow up so fast, don't they?" He commented tearfully, to which you shook your head.

"I would still finish school, and there's college too, but Thor thinks he could train me like the Asgardians. That is of course, if you guys would accept me into the team. What do you say?"

The group grinned affectionately, and as Steve Rogers sniffled softly, Tony opened his arms excitedly.

"Of course, you can be an Avenger! Come here!"

As the adults moved to hug you tight, the new members stood watching politely, smiling at the scene. Pietro, now standing next to his sister, leaned in to whisper:

"I saw the way you look at her.” He said, and Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hide any reaction. "You totally have a crush."

"Shut up." She snapped sullenly, ignoring her brother's chuckle.

Your inclusion in the team gave energy for one last round of drinks - non-alcoholic for the underage trio - in celebration. And around three in the morning now, Wanda could barely keep her eyes open.

She walked Pietro back to his room, worried that he would stumble on the way and ignoring her brother's jokes that he would speed up before he could hit the floor, and only after he was comfortable under the sheets did she leave the room towards her own.

She eventually found out that Clint didn't lie. In fact, you were her roommate, and well, she felt a little embarrassed to interrupt a moment of reconciliation between you and your mother, who was kissing your forehead before letting you go to rest. The widow also offered a smile to Wanda who nodded absently, and thus, the two of you were left alone in the hallway.

"Hey, Maximoff."

The brunette smiled, scratching her eyes softly. "Hey, new Avenger." She managed to joke, eliciting a shy giggle from you. It was clear that you were pleased and excited, and Wanda wished she could say that she wasn't affected one bit by the gleam in your eyes, but that would be a lie.

"I'm still sort of digesting that one. It seems surreal." You comment, scratching behind the back of your neck. Steve's act of ruffling your hair left earlier that evening gave you an air of domesticity that made Wanda's breathing catch. Damn it, Pietro was right. She was a goner. "I know the situation is quite different, but I guess you must be nervous too, right? Your brother at least, acknowledged that he is."

Wanda blinks in surprise, stealing a glance at Pietro's door. He hadn't confessed this to her, but it made sense that despite everything, he was nervous about becoming a real superhero.

"Yeah, I guess." She retorts, crossing her arms. "I think it feels more real when we're fighting together."

You chuckled softly, hiding your hands in your pockets. "Don't let my mother hear you. She's still processing that part." You joked, getting a soft laugh from the other, the sound bringing a soft color to your cheeks that Wanda doesn't notice, too busy hiding her own. "Hey, total change of subject but do you go to school?"

She blinks in confusion, "What...?"

"It's just that it would be cool to go with you!" You quickly clarify. "Since we're similar ages, I figured we could be classmates..."

Wanda shifts the weight of her foot awkwardly, clearing her throat. "Hm, I fell behind." She interrupts, frowning slightly. "You know, the schools stop with the conflicts and the bombings. And then Hydra came and the tests and it didn't make sense for either me or Pietro to keep studying anymore..."

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Sorry." You mutter clearly embarrassed that you brought up the subject. Wanda uncrosses her arms, not knowing what to do with her hands. "God, I'm so stupid."

"It's okay, you were just curious." She tries to reassure you, receiving a nod and a forced smile.

It was your turn to switch the weight of your feet and to take your hands out of your pockets to cross your arms. "Sorry, sometimes I speak without thinking. And I think too much, so often the lines slip out before I finish thinking about them... Anyway, I read your file, and I know the basics of history so of course it was inappropriate to ask such a stupid question and-"

"Y/N." Wanda interrupted you with a somewhat impressed laugh. She had just realized that you were as clumsy with social interactions as she was. What a great pair you would make. "It's no problem, really. It's... sweet that you care about my education. I think Stark is taking care of it, with the whole paperwork thing, you know? We'll probably have a tutor, me and Pietro, I say."

"Sure, that makes sense." You comment with a sigh. "And tutors give homework, right? I'll be around, we'll be able to help each other and everything."

Wanda chuckles tenderly, nodding. She's exhausted, but she doesn't want this night to ever end. "That's a great idea, detka." She lets the nickname slip, begging the gods that you let it go. But of course, you choke and turn pink, consequently bringing warmth to the other's face.

There is a timid pause between you before you mutter.

"My mother taught me a bunch of foreign languages growing up." You recount quietly, staring at your feet as Wanda stares at a dot in the hallway. "But I wanted to learn Sokovian to meet the new Avengers. It's cool if you want to call me that...I like it."

With her face very flushed and her heart racing in her throat, Wanda could only nod and hum in agreement, her shyness drawing a small laugh from you.

"Risking a second inappropriate question tonight but you wouldn't have a phone, would you?" you quibble, to which Wanda quickly denies. You nod. "I figured not yet. I'll get one for you, and for Pietro too. That way we can keep in touch, you know? I can send you memes, or homework cheats. Or movie recommendations. We can even create a superhero Instagram page for you."

Wanda giggled shortly, nodding clumsily at the tenderness of your gaze and the concern for her entertainment. "You are so silly..."

You narrowed your eyes in amusement, pointing at her. "Let's see if you'll say that when I turn you into a social influencer." You joked getting another hearty laugh from her. 

During the next pause, filled with complicit giggles, Wanda knows you are staring and you are doing the same and before it gets awkward, you clear your throat and break the charm, returning some of the space you broke by instinct during the conversation.

"It's late, we should get to bed before the captain comes to do it." You remark and Wanda nods in agreement, even though she wishes she stayed. 

"We'll see each other tomorrow. Right?" 

You agree so quickly that your neck snaps. "Of course, t-tomorrow. Yeah, 'can't wait." Wanda smiles tenderly, nodding before walking away to her own door.

She enters first, biting back a silly smile that struggles to fill her own face.

Alone in the hallway, you have the same problem.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines #wanda maximoff

[lustspren]

P.S.T EP. 4 | The Hydra ft Ryujin, Yuna

length: 9.6k words✦

Ryujin, Yuna & Male Reader (Special Guest: Lia)

genres: brat! Ryujin, blowjob, oral sex, foursome, anal (lia), hard sex, daddy kink, squirt, facefuck, creampie, voyeur

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It was supposed and agreed that the day after your session with Yeji you would return to the girls' house to meet Ryujin, but an unexpected and bittersweet event ruined all your plans. In fact, it was not just one event, but two. The first was about your job. The spa had been having a considerable increase in the number of clients during that whole month, and you as a worker were the first to notice it, but what you never expected was to reach that point, where you had to work extra hours to be able to cover all requests and reservations that came in daily.

You had no complaints about it, it was work and extra money, and Ryujin, like the rest of the girls, had understood it perfectly. Of course, the money wasn't the only thing making all that hard work and overtime worth it, as you've hosted some industry bigwigs at the spa, and best of all, each one was just as hot as the previous one. Saerom and Nagyung from Fromis, Hwasa from Mamamoo, Chaewon and Yujin from Lesserafim, Kwon Eunbi, etc. Even Lee Chaeyeon (with whom you constantly broke the no penetration rule) was with you during those days, and from that session with her, she was sending you endless messages and lewd photos, letting you understand how addicted she was to you, and how much she needed you.

The second unexpected event, naturally, was that the Itzy girls were still idols with a career and activities, and from one moment to the next their schedules were completely full. It wasn't until three weeks after your encounter with Yeji that your free slots on your schedules finally matched up.

The week leading up to your visit to Ryujin was pretty unusual, to say the least. The work environment felt strangely different, but it was Juyeon's and Sunwoo's fault, your two co-workers who were incredibly irritable and stressed absolutely every day of the week. You related it to something as simple as all the pressure you've been under lately, and you would have come to that conclusion if it wasn't for something else extremely weird that happened that week.

You had your appointment with Ryujin on Friday afternoon, right after you got off work, but starting Monday, in your free time you began to receive deliveries of all kinds of fruit, strawberries, mangoes, bananas, peaches, and in much larger quantities, pineapple. Accompanying each delivery was a little note that specifically said to make sure you enjoyed it well, and that they were sent with a lot of love. You tried to find explanations about it, but your receptionist told you that they were anonymous deliveries, and that she had no idea what it could be, but you were suspicious.

By Thursday you had gotten used to eating the same fruits every day, you weren't complaining, luckily you liked pineapples a lot, but that didn't stop you from continuing to be suspicious of just one specific person, a person whose name began with Sh and ended with In Ryujin. Who else would be able to do something like that? And coincidentally the week in which you were going to see her? It must have been one of her dirty tricks. Besides, you weren't a fool, and you knew perfectly well the popular beliefs that people had about pineapple, you didn't fully know the veracity of that information, but the simple gesture led you to conclude that it was only about her.

The long-awaited day finally arrived, in the morning you had written to Ryujin, asking her for a confirmation about whether the plan was still on or not, she gave you the affirmative, and you spent the whole day looking at the clock like a teenager waiting for the last bell of summer. Luckily for you the day went by quite quickly, you only had two clients that day, and when you least expected it, your departure time was just around the corner.

You left your spa room after leaving it clean and tidy like every day, to sit on one of the sofas in the reception while you drank a hot coffee. The minutes passed, and when the clock marked your departure time, you immediately got up to go collect your things and leave. You already had your backpack on your shoulder, walking straight to the exit when the receptionist called you.

"Hey! Don't go yet!" the receptionist said, and you immediately turned around with a raised eyebrow, "someone came."

"Huh?" you frowned, somewhat offended since it was already your departure time, "Why doesn't Sangyeon cover me? Or Eric!" you asked, turning around.

"This person specifically requested you," she said, looking at her computer and typing something you couldn't see, "you can't say no, I'm sorry."

"Ugh, you gotta be fucking kidding me..." you muttered clearly annoyed, reluctantly walking back to the spa room.

You sent a message to Ryujin, telling her that something had come up at the last moment and that you would be a little late. You stayed propped up against one of the massage tables, watching impatiently as she'd seen the message, but she just wasn't responding.

"Fuck... she's going to hate me..." you muttered to yourself, putting your hands up to your face and clearing your throat in frustration. At that moment, the bedroom door opened, and a short woman came in, dressed in baggy black pants, white hoodie, white beanie and circular glasses. She took off her mask, revealing a face that completely blew you away at how beautiful it was. You stepped forward to greet her with a bow, "Welcome, I'll be your host today!"

"Oh hi," she returned the bow to you, "I don't think so, that's not why I came here."

"Uh?" you frowned in confusion.

"Well... I'll be as brief as possible with you," she approached you with slow steps, until she stood in front of you, "my name is Noh Jihye, but you can call me Noze."

"Noze? Like the English word?" you asked, genuinely confused.

"Uh-uh," she shook her finger, "Nou-zi. With Z," she clarified.

"Ah, sure," you nodded, "and what brings you here then?"

"Well, I'm going to tell you this and I don't want you to freak out," she sighed, scratching her forehead with a finger, "I'm Aespa's manager," your eyes widened, and you froze. She couldn't be serious, Aespa? The girlgroup that was at Coachella not so long ago? "Well, I wasn't expecting any other reaction, look," she took you by the shoulder, and walked with you until she sat down on one of the individual sofas, "I am perfectly aware of the services you offer here, and not only the services, but also what you do for idols."

"What do you mean by that? I only give massages..." you thought about it for a moment, "well, and with some extra services."

"Honey, don't get smart with me, you fuck any idol that asks you to," she said clean and without mincing words. You blushed, and with a sigh you took a hand to the temple.

"That doesn't happen often, please don't tell the receptionist," you said embarrassed.

"I'm not going to say anything, calm down, that's not important right now anyway," she crossed her legs, looking to the side, towards the decoration in the room, that's when you analyzed her stupidly beautiful face in detail, above all, her marked and attractive jaw. She might as well be an idol too, you were very puzzled as to why she was only a manager, "First of all, of course the agency really appreciates your discretion with this whole thing."

"God, just get to the point, you're making me nervous."

"Well, Itzy's manager and I have been good friends since college," she started, and at that moment you knew how screwed you were, you just kept quiet, "he highly recommended you," again, your eyes widened, there was no fucking way, "and well, I don't know if you know but my girls will have a world tour very soon, and they have certain needs to cover, as you will understand."

"Wow wow wow," you said, putting the brakes on the conversation since you had a lot to process in a very short time, "Itzy's manager knows about my... you know," you couldn't find a way to say it, "visits?"

"Oh yes, he talks about you a lot, actually," she stood in front of you, crossing her arms.

"And he allows all that to happen?" You raised both eyebrows, "I can't believe it, that's fucking surreal, how come I'm not in trouble? Or how are the girls not in trouble?"

"Easy, he doesn't care to stop all your dirty little games, the girls are happy and de-stressed all the time," she looked into your eyes, "you really must have a magic cock, huh?" she laughed, and you were sure you blushed again.

"I'm not going to comment on that," you said curtly, trying to look away since her gaze was burning you.

"Anyway, the incident with Yuna almost caused a big problem within the group," she said, her tone more serious, "you really did a miracle getting that brat back home without anyone knowing."

"Are you telling me that he knows in detail what I do with them?" you made a face of disgust.

"Uh? No!" she denied instantly, "It's not like he has cameras like some psychopaths, or anything like that, he only knows where the girls go and who enters their house at all times, he doesn't care what they do."

"Well, that calms me down a bit, but what the fuck, how does he know that anyway!" you said, realizing it was just as absurd.

"I can't tell you anything about it, everyone has their own methods of keeping their group safe," she shrugged, heading to the exit, "I'll keep an eye on you, pretty boy, keep up the good work, and maybe soon a juicy new contract will come your way," she winked at you in an unnecessarily attractive way, and then walked out of the room, leaving you staring blankly and completely still.

During the time that you had been talking with Noze, Ryujin had never crossed your mind. Desperate, you immediately took out your phone to check your chat with her, and you found a series of pleasant surprises that made you hate Noze with all your life for having chosen such a bad time to introduce herself to you. The chat was full of all sorts of lewd stuff, most notably photos and videos. The photos got progressively hotter as the messages went by, to the point where she was completely naked on camera. Leg spread, stomach down, on her knees and hands, short videos rubbing her pussy, all of that was just a part of everything she had sent you.

What spilled the water from the glass was a voice note that she sent as her last message:

"Daaaaddyyyyy! Where are you? I'm so in need of a good cock that I don't know how much more I can take, come quickly or I'll have to resort to my plan B!" Ryujin said in the voice note with a sensual and provocative voice.

You turned off the phone screen and ran out of the spa room, past the reception, picked up your backpack again and ran as fast as you could without looking crazy towards your car. You didn't play music on the way to the girl's house, your mind was so busy imagining what Ryujin might be doing while you were gone that your brain couldn't even focus on two tasks at once, so you drove in complete silence.

When you arrived in front of the girls' house, the first thing that caught your attention was something that certainly didn't make you happy. There were two vehicles already parked, easily recognizable to you since you saw them every day in the morning and in the afternoon. They were the cars of Sunwoo and Juyeon, your coworkers. You stopped before parking, thinking that all the stress those two had been carrying throughout the week was finally beginning to make sense to you. You were a little angry, but not with them, but with the artifice of all that provocation. You never believed that Ryujin could become such a bitch, but damn she exceeded all your expectations.

You parked your car to the far right, right next to Sunwoo's car, and then turned off the engine. You got out of the car, slammed the door, and walked gritting your teeth towards the house gate, to enter the password and walk inside. You went up to the second floor right away, not meeting any of the girls on your way, and when you entered the living room, your whole face relaxed, and the anger seemed to vanish from your body.

Lia was lying face down on the sofa, her feet up and propped up on her elbows as she used an iPad, wearing nothing but white panties that exposed all of her round ass. You sighed, taking a few steps towards her until she noticed your presence, looking over her shoulder and giving you a small smirk.

"Is it me or every time I come here you have fewer clothes on?" you smiled, standing in front of her and looking at her whole body. You noticed a certain shine under the thin fabric of her panties, right at the parting of her buttocks. A shiny gem, probably from a plug, but you decided not to say anything.

"It's not usually like that, I just wanted to do it today because I know you'd come," she winked at you, "Ryujin and your friends are waiting for you upstairs in her room, I'd hurry if I were you."

"That bitch is fucking unbearable, I can't believe she was capable of that," you huffed in annoyance, turning around and walking down the hall to the stairs.

"She doesn't like to wait, and she did exactly what she knew would make you feel guilty," Lia said, glancing back at her iPad.

"It's okay, I'll show that little slut who's boss between the two of us," that was the last thing you said to Lia before going up to the third floor.

You looked for Ryujin's room, and just before entering you could already hear lewd sounds coming from inside it. You took a deep breath, and when you entered, you were met with a completely shocking image for you. Ryujin was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, completely naked like your two coworkers on either side of her and with her legs spread. She had one hand playing with her pussy, and the other was quickly jerking off Sunwoo, while Juyeon jerked off himself pointing at her. Her hand alternated between the two of them, and they did nothing but gasp and look at her with eyes of desire. You just stood there like an idiot, none of them noticing your presence yet.

"God, I knew the pineapple would be a great idea," Ryujin gasped, and then smiling, "I really hoped it would work, and it certainly did, but I'm still not satisfied, you know?" she raised an eyebrow, moving her hand even faster over Juyeon's cock, who just a few seconds later began to cum all over Ryujin's body between moans, the cum fell on her face, on her tits and on her thighs, and it wasn't until she stopped receiving Juyeon's load that she noticed that you were there, "Oh, look who's here!" Ryujin laughed mischievously, "Sorry darling, you made me lose my patience and I had to start with my new friends!"

You wanted to say a lot of things at that moment, such as several insults towards her, but you held back so as not to cause more trouble or ignite more Ryujin's fuse.

"But I'm here now, I couldn't control what happened today," you said, removing your uniform as you walked with slow steps towards her.

"Wow, stop right there," Ryujin said immediately, and you stopped two meters from her, just wearing your boxers, "what do you think you're doing?" she asked with a cocky laugh, "you made me wait long enough, darling," she pointed her finger at you, "now I'll make you wait, and you'll bear it."

"You're a nasty fucking bitch, you know that?" you said from the bottom of your heart, clenching your fists in anger.

"Save your anger for when you fuck me, sweetheart," she blew you an extremely exaggerated kiss, trying to look as pretty as possible to cover up what she really was, "now, you two" she looked at Juyeon and then at Sunwoo, "fuck me right now, I don't care who fucks my pussy and who fucks my mouth, just do it."

You just stood there, and both Juyeon and Sunwoo looked as if they wanted to say 'sorry'. You looked back at both of them, signaling not to worry about you and that you weren't upset with them. You certainly couldn't blame them, they had nothing to do with it, and you were sure that Ryujin had personally paid them her money just to annoy you. They were men too, and they had carnal desires like you, you understood them perfectly.

Ryujin got up from the chair and went to the last bed on the left, which you were sure wasn't hers, but she wanted you to stay as far away from them as possible. She climbed on the bed and got on her hands and knees as she waited for the boys, who didn't follow any kind of foreplay and positioned themselves, Juyeon in front of her and Sunwoo behind her. You, annoyed and horny as fuck at the same time, had to limit yourself to sitting on the furthest bed to see.

Sunwoo spat on his cock and took it straight into Ryujin's pussy, who released a long moan that was later silenced by Juyeon's cock inside her mouth. You started to touch yourself slowly, without being too intense since you wanted to reserve yourself for her, watching how your coworkers began to spit roast Ryujin without any mercy, and ignoring the fact that you couldn't do shit.

Ryujin leaned only on her elbows, sucking Juyeon's dick between moans and shakes of her body thanks to the crashes of Sunwoo's pelvis against her ass as she hammered her pussy in and out. Juyeon let her move her head on her own for a few seconds, until he decided to take control of her and hold the sides of her head, starting to fuck her face as energetically as Sunwoo did with her pussy.

You didn't want to touch yourself too much, but it was such a hot scene that you couldn't help but move your hand over your dick a little faster, not knowing which way to look as it was unbelievably hot to watch on both sides. First you would see how her pussy was fucked hard and deep by Sunwoo's cock, who was holding her firmly by the waist, and then how Juyeon's cock was almost completely in and out of Ryujin's mouth, from which all the saliva accumulated in it began to spill.

"Don't even think about cum inside me, either of you," Ryujin warned as she pushed Juyeon out of her mouth so she could speak, "that privilege is reserved for our little spectator," when she said that, she tilted her head slightly to look at you and smile like she was the most evil of villains, you stood up and took a step, but she stopped you again, "Sit down, I didn't say you can join."

You snorted, giving yourself a little smack in the thigh and sitting on the edge of the bed again. Juyeon and Sunwoo exchanged positions, and restarted the whole thing again, including your torture. A couple of minutes passed, and Ryujin reached what you didn't know if it was her first orgasm of the night or what, but she made sure to exaggerate it as much as possible knowing that your eyes were only on her.

They changed the whole position when she passed her orgasm, putting her with her back against the mattress and her legs spread wide, Juyeon held her by her thighs, and Sunwoo grabbed her by the neck as they both started fucking her from both holes. You sighed, and a few seconds later, you tried to join again. You were one step away from them, but Ryujin looked at you out of the corner of her eye, and she wriggled out of the cock in her mouth to stop you with a raised finger.

"Get the fuck away, you're still grounded," this time she said it with a bit more severity in her voice. And that was your limit.

"Very good, I fucking quit! Fuck-you!" already done, you yelled at her, and in a rush of rage, you rushed out of the room with your blood boiling. You clenched your fists, and waved them in the air wanting to hit something, but after seconds you calmed down a bit, taking a deep breath.

You wandered aimlessly all over the third floor, with a very needed boner and tired of Ryujin's stupid game. You wanted to teach that little slut a lesson, and you were sure that with the passing of the minutes you would be able to do it, but right now you were very horny and your head was completely clouded by rage. You didn't know what to do, but a memory came to your head. Choi Jisoo.

At that moment you perfectly remembered what she had told you, and especially what she was wearing, so you set out to look for her. Luckily for you, the first place you looked for her was precisely the place where she was. Her room.

You found her fast asleep, with all the lights off and the windows open, letting the twilight illuminate the room with the little amount of light it offered. She layed on her stomach and slightly onto her side, one arm under the pillow and the other over it, one knee slightly up and the other leg fully extended (classical sleep position). She wasn't covered with any blanket, leaving her ass looking incredibly inviting and juicy in that position, still adorned by her thin panties.

Not even giving it a second thought, you closed the door behind you and walked towards her without making too much noise, since the room was too quiet and peaceful for you to ruin. You climbed on the bed discreetly, and crawled over to position yourself on top of her, with each hand next to her head.

"Hm?..." Lia muttered, shifting a bit to open her eyes slightly. You lowered your body, giving Lia loving little kisses to the side of her face and then to her neck, "What are you doing here, honey?" she asked, using the hand on the pillow to cup and then caress your cheek as you kissed her neck.

"Ryujin is playing one of her nasty fucking games, she won't let me join in," you said, pecking her shoulders and then back to her cheek. She turned her face to give you a little kiss on her lips, and you lowered your body a little more to press your cock against her ass.

"Oh no... my sweet baby," she said in a soothing voice, placing more little pecks on your lips as she brushed her thumb across your cheekbone, "Doesn't that bitch give you the attention you deserve?" When she felt your cock press against her ass, she began to move her hips up sensually to tease you.

"Hell no, she blames me for something that wasn't my fault," you met her lips, exchanging increasingly intense kisses. She lowered her hand from your cheekbone to put it between your bodies and reach your cock, which she caught with her fingers and began to stroke slowly.

"Fuck me baby, I'll take good care of you," she murmured between kisses, "you just have to put that cock inside me, I don't care which hole."

"God, have I told you how fucking amazing you are?" that made Lia stare into your eyes, and then her face turned red.

"I…" she avoided your gaze, and then bit her lip as she continued to move her hand slowly over your cock, "just fuck me honey, you make me soft when you say those things to me," she said with an adorable little smile.

"Would you let me take this thing off you then?" You smiled, tugging at the hem of her panties and letting go again to give her a little whiplash.

"I waited with them on for you to do it, what do you think?" she said with a small giggle.

You knelt between Lia's legs and grabbed the hem of her panties, slowly lowering them off her legs and then tossing them to the corner of the bed. What you suspected so much since you arrived at the house was finally revealed to you, and it was exactly what you expected. A heart-shaped anal plug, with a beautiful blue gem embedded, similar to a sapphire.

"Were you going to sleep with that on?" you asked, putting a hand on her asscheek and squeezing it.

"I always have to be ready for you, right?" she wiggled her ass from side to side, inviting you to have fun with her.

"Let's just leave it there for a moment, that pussy is fucking tempting me," you brought your two fingers to her slit, rubbing her folds slowly and leaning forward to kiss her.

As you kissed her your fingers kept rubbing her slit slowly, and you didn't stop until you felt her pussy start to get wet. You broke away from the kiss, and licked your hand to get it to your cock, slightly lubricating the tip of it and taking it to her pussy, carefully pushing your hips down to get inch by inch inside her. Lia let out a low moan, and you placed your hands on either side of her head as you pushed yourself deep inside her silky pussy.

Lia lifted her knee higher, making her ass look and feel even hotter as you rested inside her and placed small kisses on her temple. 

Being as fucking horny as you were, you began to move your hips up and down at a considerable pace from the start, letting every inch of your shaft slide in and out of Lia's pretty pink pussy. She looked into your eyes with a frown of pleasure, and you watched her pretty adorable face for a few seconds, admiring how beautiful she was until you kissed her again. Lia took her other hand out from under the pillow and grabbed your face with both of them, deepening the kiss and drowning her sensual moans against it.

You kept pushing your hips up and down, with quick and sensual movements with which you didn't want to be too harsh with her, since she was doing you a favor and you wanted to repay her in the best way you could. You carefully separated from the kiss, and made her turn her face so you could dedicate yourself to giving her small kisses on the nape of her neck and the back of her shoulders, while your cock continued to pump in and out of her.

Lia hugged the pillow under her head, and you straightened your back to put a hand on Lia's waist, moving slightly faster and making her ass bounce with each little bump of your pelvis against it. Her buttocks looked fucking delicious to your eyes, and you couldn't help but gently squeeze one of them. Lia couldn't do anything but stare at you, letting out little whimpers to show you how much she was enjoying how you fucked her.

You fucked her pussy for no more than a minute, until you finally decided to give her what you and she were so looking forward to.

"I think it's time to give that ass a good fuck, don't you?" you asked, grabbing her by her waist and making her lift her ass so that she was on her hands and knees. She arched her back, leaving her ass perfectly positioned for you, and you gave both cheeks a little spank.

You grasped the butt plug carefully, and slowly pulled it completely out of her, set it aside from you on the blankets, and now focused on her well-dilated ass. Lia was looking at you over her shoulder, leaning on her forearms and moving her ass back to rub against your cock.

"Go ahead sweetie, my ass is completely yours and no one else's," she said, bringing both hands to her buttocks and spreading them apart to further highlight her ass.

Her provocations turned you on even more, and not wanting to hold on for much longer, you spat a good amount of saliva on your cock, leaving it well salivated and then guiding it towards Lia's ass, burying yourself little by little inside her tight and infernally exquisite hole. Being her weakness, Lia gripped the pillow tightly and muffled a loud moan against it, and you started pumping your cock in and out of her as if your life depended on it.

You really didn't want to be too hard on her, but you did nothing more than take out all your anger and desire previously caused by Ryujin on how you fucked Lia's ass, holding onto her waist firmly and going all the way in and out with stronger thrusts. Lia of course didn't mind that, she enjoyed being fucked by you no matter how it was, and you took advantage of it.

"Yes baby, fuck that ass," Lia whimpered, leaning on her hands to lift her body a bit, "release all that frustration and desire in me, I love to take good care of you for always being such a good fucking boy!"

Under normal circumstances you would have added spanks, hard squeezes and hair pulling to it all, but you kept a certain degree of care towards her, just making sure she felt your cock fill her with every deep, hard thrust. She fell back against the pillow, and her moans grew louder as her ecstasy took over every fiber of her body.

You thrust and thrust, over and over again without giving her any rest while your hands were clinging to her waist and your pelvis made her ass move like jelly with each crash. Lia's pleasure escalated too fast in her, you assumed it was a combination of every possible factor, the dull and sexy lighting in the room, the fact that she was pleasuring you, and the way you fucked her, all led to an orgasm that made her bury her face in the pillow as she exploded into screams.

Lia's ass tightened around your shaft even more as her whole body trembled and her shrieks of pleasure were muffled against the pillow, and that ended up driving you to your highest point of pleasure as well. You gave her ass a few more thrusts, until with a stronger one, you were buried inside her as you began to shoot all your hot, thick load into her ass.

You gave her ass slow, deep thrusts, shooting spurts of thick cum into her as you both energetically went through your orgasms, moans and little grunts from you. Lia dropped her ass down, laying her stomach flat against her mattress and inadvertently pulling you off her ass while you still shot a few drops, which landed on her ass for a finish. Anyway, seconds later, your cum began to spill out of her ass in a constant river that flowed directly into the sheet under her.

"Fuck… thank you, Julia," you gasped, sitting up on your ankles, "that was fucking wonderful… you're wonderful."

"You have nothing to be thankful for, consider it a pass for any time you feel frustrated or upset, darling," Lia said, one side of her face resting against the pillow as she gazed up at you with beady eyes.

"Do you want me to get you something to clean yourself up?" you asked, pointing to the pool of cum in the gap between her legs.

"There are wipes in that drawer," she pointed back to the nightstand, and you reached down to open the drawer, pull out the packet of wipes, and pull out a couple to give her, "thank you honey."

You waited patiently for her to clean herself up, to lie down behind and curl up in a spoon position for a few seconds of nothing but silence and serenity, you could have stayed there sleeping with her, but you had unfinished business with Shin Ryujin.

"I have to go, baby," you murmured in Lia's ear, before giving her a peck on her shoulder.

"It's okay, go ahead and show that bitch what you're made of, cutie," she turned her head to give you a quick peck on the lips.

"That is if she lets me," you sighed, getting up from the bed and then walking towards the exit, "see you later, Choi Jisoo, rest well," you winked at her.

"See you later, pretty boy," she winked back, and blew you a little kiss before sinking back onto the pillow and closing her eyes.

You left the room, and almost died of a heart attack when you barely left, you met Shin Yuna with her arms crossed and looking at you with a severe, sharp and judging look.

"I thought it was Ryujin's turn!" she complained, a disgusted scowl on her face.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" you asked confused.

"Oh come on, you were in there fucking Lia!" she raised her voice more, more annoyed than you thought, "I thought it was about Ryujin, but I see it wasn't!"

"Can you lower your voice?" you asked with an awkward grimace, "I have sensitive eardrums honey."

"It's not fair that she gets two turns and I don't!" Yuna crossed her arms, frowning in annoyance. You were about to try to reassure her with explanations and excuses, but suddenly a brilliant idea occurred to you.

"Okay, do you want a second turn?" you asked, raising both of her eyebrows and cupping her chin with your fingers. She was wearing a light blue, sleeveless, high-necked top, and she wriggled free of your fingers to remove it, revealing her a nice pair of sexy mounds.

"What the hell do you think?" She cocked her head, looking up and down your naked body, to grab your cock and gently massage it.

"Very well, come with me," you removed her hand from your cock and grabbed her wrist, walking straight into the beast's mouth.

You pulled Yuna through the corridors of the third floor, until you reached the room where Ryujin was putting on all her vile theater. You opened the door, and the first thing you and Yuna were met with was Ryujin kneeling in the middle of Sunwoo and Juyeon, sucking both dicks covered in saliva, her hair a mess and her body sweaty.

Yuna looked at you with her mouth ajar, surprised by the lewd scene just meters away from you. She looked at Ryujin once more, and after a few seconds, she slowly nodded her head to see you again, making you understand that she knew exactly what was happening there.

"Now you get it?" you asked quietly.

"Absolutely," she nodded, biting her lower lip, "let's make that bitch jealous, come here."

You surrounded Yuna's slim body with your two arms, pressing her chest against yours and kissing her in the most intense way possible, trying to get the attention of Ryujin and your coworkers. As you kissed her, she kicked off her sneakers and your hands went to her jean shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling them down with her panties included to her knees.

Now completely naked, Yuna broke away from her kiss to fall on her knees in front of you and your cock, which she took by the base of it and began to lick it from all possible angles as if it were a lollipop. She was giving your cock slow strokes with her hand, pulling it back so she could have better access to your balls, which she sucked and kissed for a few seconds before taking the tip of your cock into her pretty mouth.

She began to suck just the tip of your cock, adding her tongue to swirl around it as her hand moved in a corkscrew motion along your shaft. You saw out of the corner of your eye that you had managed to get Ryujin's attention, so you immediately grabbed the sides of Yuna's head and slowly pushed your hips forward, taking your cock inch by inch deep down her throat.

Yuna's eyes widened at your sudden move, and she grabbed onto your thighs with her nails as she scrunched up her face. Seconds later, her gag reflex made you take your cock out for a moment. 

You let her rest for a second, and then you looked into her eyes, she nodded, which served as a green light for you to guide your cock back into her mouth and start moving your hips back and forth, fucking Yuna's face in the most energetic and flashy way you could. Knowing that Ryujin was watching you, you looked up to lock eyes with her, holding her gaze as you pushed your cock in and out of Yuna's mouth.

Yuna knew perfectly well how to play as well, and looking to make the scene even hotter and more attractive for Ryujin, she brought both hands behind her back to hold her own wrist and let you fuck her mouth like an insignificant sex slave. Ryujin didn't look happy at all, you could tell by how she pressed her tongue against the inside of her lower lip and by how she had completely lost the desire to continue doing what she was doing, but that didn't stop her from being competitive with you. She definitely wasn't going to go down that easy, so she dove back into your coworkers' cock, forcing them to fuck her mouth too.

You accepted her challenge to make it a competition, but she didn't know that you had a crushing advantage over her, an advantage that you would seize sooner rather than later. You put a hand on Yuna's head, grabbing her hair tightly to make her move her head at the same time you moved your hips, shaking her like a rag doll whose mouth was being completely ruined by your cock.

Saliva began to spill from the corners of Yuna's lips, so she simply chose to stick her tongue out of it and open it as much as she could so that saliva fell everywhere, especially towards her thighs. You looked down, meeting her gaze and smiling at what a great job she was doing, but things could get even more exciting.

"Get on your hands and knees, slut, I want to fuck that tight pussy," you ordered Yuna, and then you took your cock out of her mouth for her to comply with her order.

Yuna positioned herself just as you asked, and being one step ahead of you, she faced Ryujin, who was doing everything possible to concentrate on taking Sunwoo and Juyeon's cocks, failing in the attempt since she could only have her gaze on you two. You knelt behind Yuna, and she, leaning on her forearms, made a beautiful arch with her back to leave her entire chest and face against the ground while her ass was perfectly raised for you.

Your cock was already fully salivated and slippery, so it was as easy for you to rub the tip a few times between Yuna's folds and then move your hips forward, sliding with one slow thrust deep inside Yuna's tight pussy. Yuna let out a loud and prolonged moan, it was very noticeable that it was overreacted, but in Ryujin's head that only served as fuel for her fire.

You made eye contact with Ryujin, who had no choice but to get carried away by Sunwoo and Juyeon as they took turns fucking her mouth. You, meanwhile, were taking it upon yourself to let her know how much you were enjoying being inside Yuna, and soon you started moving your hips back and forth, pumping slowly for the first minute and then starting to pound her incredibly tight pussy at a steady pace, with strong and deep thrusts.

Yuna continued with her cheek and her hands against the soft carpet floor, her pussy being hammered harder and faster by your cock, which was completely in and out of it with each of your pumps. You gave one of her buttocks a strong and spicy spank, your hand was marked in bright red on her skin, and you repeated the same thing on her other buttock. Yuna squealed, and you leaned forward to grab a handful of her hair and yank it back, fucking her with all your might.

"Oh fuck yes daddy! Fuck that thigh little pussy!" Yuna whimpered loudly, and you spanked her again with your free hand. Apparently, Ryujin didn't like it at all that she called you that, you were sure that she had felt quite offended.

"Do you like how daddy pounds that slutty pussy baby?" you grunted, letting go of her hair and grabbing her shoulders to pull her towards you, pressing her back against your chest and grabbing her neck as you kept pumping.

"I love it so fucking so much daddy, don't you dare stop!" Yuna answered between moans, turning her face so that you could kiss her, and you did, meeting her lips in a fiery kiss.

You heard louder moans from your coworkers, and you pulled away from the kiss to see what it was about. Juyeon and Sunwoo were shooting all their cum at Ryujin's body, painting absolutely every part of her, from her face to her thighs. Ryujin did her best to appear satisfied and happy about it, picking up both boys' loads with her fingers and bringing them to her mouth to taste them, but fortunately for you, Yuna came to her orgasm when you least expected it, completely erasing Ryujin's smile.

You let Yuna fall towards the ground, and she began to, again, over exaggerate her squeals and loud whimpers as she writhed frantically in spasms. You kept fucking her through her orgasm, causing her pussy to clench so hard around your shaft you felt like it was going to rip you in half, and letting out a loud moan along with Yuna, you exploded inside her.

"Oh fuck yes baby! Get all that fucking load," you growled, squeezing both buttocks with your hands as you thrust slow and deep, shooting your second load of the night into a different pussy, this time a tighter one. You made sure that all of your cum was inside her, not wanting to waste a single drop, and then you pulled your cock out of her between heavy gasps.

"God! Enough!" Ryujin yelled desperately, and you smirked, "Fuck, you win, okay? Sorry," she growled bitterly, putting two fingers to her septum to try to ease her stress.

"Oh, that's exactly what I wanted to hear, you fucking brat," you said victoriously, standing up, "you two, find a way to cleanse her body and then take care of Yuna," they both nodded, almost as agitated as you.

"There are wipes in that drawer," Yuna pointed towards the drawers of one of the cabinets.

"You don't have to stay here if you don't want to, baby," you told Yuna, taking steps towards Ryujin as Juyeon and Sunwoo found the wipes and went to clean Ryujin up.

"I like shows, it's fun," Yuna said with a giggle, making an obvious reference to how they were watching you fuck Yeji a few weeks ago. Then she straightened up, to sit on her ankles while she smeared your cum on the floor.

You patiently waited for your coworkers to clean Ryujin's entire body, and when they did, she stood up and climbed onto one of the beds to lie down right in the middle, inviting you to come up with her with her finger, you did so, and as you crawled towards her, you turned to see Sunwoo and Juyeon.

"Take good care of Yuna, okay? Don't let her get bored," you ordered, winking at them.

"I find it difficult for her to get bored, mate, but as you order," Sunwoo replied, gesturing for good luck with her two fingers on his forehead and then moving them forward. You nodded, and looked at Ryujin below you.

"Well? Did you think I wasn't going to have an ace up my sleeve?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked into her eyes.

"You certainly surprised me, daddy, you proved to be even smarter than me," she replied with a smirk.

"Fuck, how high is your ego?"

"Almost as high as I want you to fuck me right now," she grabbed your neck with both hands and pulled you down for a kiss, also trapping your torso with her legs and lifting her hips so that her pussy brushed against your cock.

You two kissed with all your lust and desire for the other multiplied to the tenth power, which was reflected in how your lips and tongues were immersed in a fierce battle to see who would take control of the other, and since neither won, the kiss became more and more intense and impractical. After a few seconds, you separated from her lips and buried your face in her neck, distributing small kisses and bites on it while you slowly went down her clavicle, her tits and later reaching her belly.

While there you took Ryujin's legs by her thighs and spread them apart, lowering your kisses from her abdomen to her pubis, and from there, kissing and licking the contour of her pussy. You still held a certain grudge against her, and you let her know that by avoiding her pussy at all times, teasing her inner thighs near her slit with kisses. She moaned with little moans and tried to move her hips to find your mouth, and you could only laugh.

"If only you hadn't been such a spoiled whore I'd be eating your pussy 2 minutes ago, but you reap what you sow," you said, holding her still.

"I already told you I was sorry daddy!" Ryujin whimpered, and then let out a long moan as you planted your tongue flat against her slit and slowly licked it from bottom to top.

Ryujin arched her back and grabbed your hair as you began to give her pussy slow, torturous licks, holding her thighs firmly under your fingers to keep her legs spread. You tasted as much of her folds as possible, and soon you began to move your tongue faster in different possible ways to find what she liked the most.

You used her moans as a source of information to know at all times which points to emphasize with your tongue, one of them being her swollen clitoris which you attacked with the tip of your tongue, with quick movements and suctions on it. Ryujin just dedicated herself to pulling your hair, grinding her hips up and down to rub her pussy against your mouth as you ate her better and better.

You continued eating Ryujin's pussy for another couple of minutes, using all the resistance in your jaw to prepare her well for what was to come, you licked and sucked on her clit, going down between her folds to move your tongue between them, causing that Ryujin would soon become a mess of moans and small tremors. You would have let her cum against your mouth, but you wanted that honor to belong only to your cock for today.

"Do you still feel that pussy ready for one more cock, you little bitch?" you said, wiping your chin and pulling away from her pussy to kneel between her legs.

"My pussy is always ready for your cock, daddy," she replied, nibbling on her finger and smiling mischievously at you. You, somewhat tired of her insolence, gave her a dry slap to her right cheek, which caused Ryujin to laugh at that.

"That's not what it looked like an hour ago, fucking slut," you slapped her on the same cheek, making her moan and grin from ear to ear.

"That's it daddy, punish me for being a spoiled whore," she challenged you with a giggle, lifting one of her legs and bringing one of her feet to your mouth, you jerked it away, and put both legs over your shoulders to slide your cock inside her already dilated and well lubricated pussy, causing her to moan even louder and you to grunt with pleasure.

You took every inch of your throbbing cock inside her, and rested for a second before placing your hands on the mattress on either side of her hips and beginning to move up and down, pumping in and out of her pussy with slow but strong thrusts. Ryujin clung to your wrists tightly, looking into your eyes as her face twisted between sensual moans and gasps.

You leaned forward with her legs still over your shoulders, pressing her thighs into her body and increasing the speed of your thrusts into her pussy, pounding it harder and harder with each passing second, reaching the point of making the bed shake with each of your slams against her crotch.

"This fucking slutty pussy belongs to me, is that fucking clear?" You growled, hammering down her pussy with your cock, which was going in and out all the way to drive her wild with pleasure.

"Only when you deserve it, daddy," she replied between moans, managing to let out a laugh that she knew would make your blood boil. You gave her another hard slap, this time with your other hand on the opposite chee, and then you grabbed her hard by the neck.

"I don't think I'm explaining myself well," you said, gritting your teeth as you looked into her eyes, "this damn pussy belongs to me, to no one else" you emphasized those last words, and then released her neck to give her another hard slap that made her squeal, "is that clear, you fucking bitch?"

"Yes daddy! My dirty, slutty pussy belongs only to you," she finally gave in to her own pleasure, as you continued to pump up and down her silky pussy, "The only cock that can fill me this good is yours, I don't want any more!" she screeched, digging her nails into your forearms.

"That's a good fucking brat," you smirked, biting your bottom lip and pulling yourself up to give her what she was looking for a moment ago, bringing one of her feet into your mouth as you fucked her as hard as you could.

You couldn't see it, but while you were fucking Ryujin and sucking and licking her toes, on the floor was Yuna kneeling in the middle of Juyeon and Sunwoo, masturbating both of them with both hands while rubbing against a pillow she had put on the floor below her. She moved her wrists lazily, placing more emphasis on grinding her hips into the pillow than pleasuring the boys.

Meanwhile, you were dedicating yourself to leaving both feet very clean between licking and sucking with your lips on each of her toes, also giving special attention to her soles and ankles, leaving them well salivated before removing her feet from your mouth and hold her legs in the air by the ankles.

"Ryujinnie!" Yuna called between small moans, "show daddy what you can do when you cum," she said before giggling.

You made eye contact with Ryujin again, and she bit her lip knowing full well what Yuna was talking about. You didn't know it, so you simply dedicated yourself to pumping your hips as fast as you could, being close to your point of ecstasy. Ryujin closed her eyes, arching her back between loud growls and whimpers, she reached her hands to the sides, wrinkling the sheets while you made her shake with each thrust.

"Don't fucking stop daddy!" Ryujin yelled, gritting her teeth as she began to slightly tense her body, "I'm gonna fucking cum over that juicy fucking cock!"

Ryujin broke free of the hold on her ankles and caught your neck with her feet, letting you give her pussy a few thrusts until you felt an exaggerated amount of liquid build up inside her, which spilled out her sides and it soaked your dick too. You got out of her pussy, and you moved away from her while a long and strong stream of squirt came out of it, completely soaking you from the waist down and also the sheets under her.

"Holy fucking shit!" you exclaimed, surprised not to know that she could do that. Ryujin meanwhile writhed between strong spasms and moans, pulling the sheet off the edges of the bed and leaving her pussy completely drenched by her own fluids.

"I said the same thing when I first saw her do it," Yuna mentioned with a giggle from behind you.

You let Ryujin through her orgasm before sliding back into her pussy, resuming your frantic and aggressive pumping. Ryujin opened her eyes to see you, and you were met with a couple of crystallized orbs and a little tear running down her cheek because of how incredibly good you were making her feel, but the best was yet to come.

She released your neck, and instead she wrapped her legs around your body to pull you to her. You leaned fully forward, and placed a hand on her head to forcefully pull her hair back, giving yourself the go-ahead to start giving Ryujin strong sucks on the neck, slamming down her pussy while you began to feel tickling in your lower abdomen.

You let go of her hair, and let her straight her body so that you could kiss her between heavy gasps. A drop of sweat fell from your forehead to Ryujin's, and she tightened her legs around your body even more, inviting you to fill her with all your seed. Her incitements soon came true, you began to move your hips frantically and desperately, giving the last few pounds to her pussy before exploding inside her.

Ryujin moaned against your lips, and you moaned against hers as you came into the third pussy of the night, painting her inner walls white with your thick load. You gave her slow, careful thrusts, letting every little drop of your cum inside her as her hands cupped your face between pretty sighs of what seemed like relief.

"Fuck… I don't regret keeping the privilege of cum inside me for you, daddy," Ryujin sighed against your lips, between heavy breaths.

"I'm not going to thank you for that, Shin Ryujin, you were such a huge bitch today," you muttered back, looking into her eyes with your breath just as heavy as hers.

"But it was worth it, you fucked me with all the rage and hate I wanted," she giggled, giving you a peck on the nose before you knelt up again to get out of her pussy, letting your seed fell free from her pussy to the sheets. You turned around, watching as Yuna jerked off your coworkers.

"You two, get out of here," you ordered, gesturing toward the door.

"But we haven't cum yet!" Juyeon complained, looking down and then at you.

"I don't care, jerk off outside or something, I've had enough of you today," you insisted, and Yuna obediently towards you, released both of their cocks.

"Fair enough, not gonna lie," Juyeon sighed in frustration, before starting to pick up his things.

"See you Monday mate," Sunwoo waved goodbye to you and picked up his stuff with Juyeon before leaving the room.

Yuna, still straddling the pillow, stood up and climbed onto the bed with the two of you, crawling slowly.

"Would you give me some space, daddy?" Yuna asked, looking down at the space between your crotch and Ryujin's. You stepped back, leaving enough space for Yuna to get on her hands and knees right in front of Ryujin's pussy, then she giggled.

"May I know what's so funny?" You raised an eyebrow, looking at Yuna and then at Ryujin, who kept a proud and satisfied expression.

"It's just funny how you cummed inside two Shin's today," she giggled, biting her bottom lip as she looked over her shoulder at you, wiggling her ass slowly for you to see her ass and wet pussy, "can I have a taste, daddy?" she asked, watching your cum spill out of Ryujin's pussy.

"Go ahead, sweetie," you nodded, and she leaned forward to give Ryujin's pussy a long lick all the way down her slit, picking up enough of your load that she could taste and then swallow. She frowned, as if she had discovered something peculiar while she was savoring your cum.

"Daddy…" she turned to look at you, "why does your cum taste so sweet?"

You remained silent, giving Ryujin free rein to burst out laughing.

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[zwolfgames]

|Mistakes|Platonic Yandere Alastor x fem!reader

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Warnings: Alastor, condescending behavior (thats it for part 1)

Parts: Part 1 (you are here) , Part 2 , Part 3

(Takes place before the Hazbin hotel and before Alastors dissapearance. + You have jellyfish features cuz demons have those extra animal things idk.)

(3rd person POV)

Here you were, Y/N L/N. Or well, thats what your mortal name had been.

After twenty harsh years in hell you had just stuck with only Y/N. Died at twenty four, how sad.

Tough thats not your problem at the moment, the real problem is your current situation.

Extermination day.

It had started half an hour ago.. Angels poured from the skies like dark birds, bad omens. Angels of death.

Angelic blasts and weapons rained down upon your neighbourhood. The appartement you had worked so hard for to get was in ruins. Your ceiling had fallen down and blocked you into your windowless kitchen...

Your whole appartment must be destroyed... Just you and your kitchen... If you were lucky, the angels wouldn't search for any sinners here...

And maybe... your unexpected guest would be of aid if they did.

You hadn't dare speak to him.

Alastor... Radio Demon. An overlord.

The red, deer-like demon had shown up in your kitchen when the ceiling crashed down... Why? You didn't dare ask.

Surely he could do some wicked magic nonsese to get out, unlike you and your absolute lack of impressive powers.

Maybe he just tought this would be a good hidey hole. Or he saw you as his next prey... One's clearly nicer then the other.

The tall overlord simply hums in his radio accented tone. Looking at his sharp fingers with that same grin on his face.

It hadn't changed since he came in here. Just kept on smiling.

"Lovely day today, wouldn't you say?"

He spoke... The overlord spoke to you! Shit- now what? Smile and wave! Fall over and die!

"Couldn't be better..." You sigh in clear sarcasm. You don't know what compelled you to play jokes with mister 'could kill you in a snap'. But perhaps you felt doomed enough to just go for it.

Alastor chuckled rather charmingly. Still smiling. His sharp yellow teeth looked... scary, to say the least.

"My my, what positivity. You must be a wonderfull sinner." Alastor grins and looks down at your seated form.

You were simply sitting on the kitchen floor, knees to your chest as you leaned against the wall.

You hum in acknowladgement.

Alastor had eyed your features... You weren't the most common animal he'd seen a sinner be manifested as.

Sure everyone had their human like parts... but.. jellyfish? He's never seen a jellyfish sinner before.

A big, seetrough cap on your head, like that of a jellyfish. It must be attached to your head... Long glossy tendrils hang from it. Practically coating you in a protective curtain.

Alastor wonders if you sting...

"I like your cap. You look more serene then most sinners." Alastor atempts at conversation once more.

"Thanks... I like your horns." You reply, albeit a lot more awkard then he was. Cmon, you can't blame yourself. Overlords are scary!

Alastor keeps smiling. Atleast you were polite enough to compliment back. Your awkardness was amusing.

The clear struggle for survival was evident in your eyes. He liked the look. What? He's a sadistic killer.

"Whats your name, jellyfish girl?" Alastor asked, maybe in a little bit of a belitteling manner... but he was showing intrest. Who's he kidding, he's just bored and he'd rather chat with this sinner then face angels outside.

"Name's Y/N. You- I mean.. I know you- sorry." You retsrain from hitting yourself multiple times.

Alastor chuckles again. Oh how fun, you're getting so nervous just from his presence. Better then the usual fear or fawning tough... he can work with this.

"Alastor, dear. How about some bevarages as we wait out this extermination? Mhh? Im sure your little kitchen has something." Alastor suggests. Oh- hanging out with the Radio demon on extermination day, yea sure, why not?

"Oh.. sure.. I've got... water and fruit juice..." You trail of solemly at your.. clear lack of good options.

"Why, no alchohol, dear? You're a rare creature." Alastor hums in amusement as he takes in your sad fridge. Money came slowly when you were in hell! Okay?! You're not into any shady buisiness... so.

"So thats a no to drinks...?" You ask awkardly.

"I'll take water." Alastor answers.

You nod and serve him a glass of water. Atleast your fridge still works, so it's cold.

Alastor gently takes the glass and takes a sip. He sits down next to you on the floor. Albeit at a respectfull distance. Maybe cuz he just doesn't like being close... or he wants you to feel safe. Wich, good try but you don't.

"So, Y/N. Those tendrils of yours. Do they sting?" Alastor asks with a broad smile.

"Yup. From what i've seen, really badly." You nod, getting just a tad bit more comfrotable now since you two were just talking about random things.

Alastor raised a brow, and he does the dumbest thing you have ever witnessed... wich seemed highly unlikely of an overlord.

He grabbed a tendril... What is this dude thinking?!

You saw the signature 'zap' sparkle trough the overlord. His hair fizzed up and he was out like a light.

Did he take your defences as a challange or something? What now? You've accidently killed lower sinners with your sting but... an overlord would be fine... right?

He's just.. sleepy...

You sigh and lay him down properly on the floor and try to find something to cushion his head with... Not a lot of good options in your kitchen... a bunch of towels it is then!

You managed to make the unconcious Radio Demon atleast a little comfy.

You awkardly try to get his hair flat again so he wouldn't... remember, maybe?

You were mid stroke when Alastors red eyes shot open. You flinch back immeadiatly as he gets up.

Tough instead of striking you, he laughs.

"A dangerous little thing you are, mhh?" Alastor chuckles and observes you.

"I suppose so.. sorry." You rub your neck, hoping he wouldn't oblivirate you for... well him touching your tendrils. It's defenitly his own fault, but that doesn't work like that with overlords.

"Don't be sorry dear. I should have believed you. Is that the full extent of your powers?" Alastor muses and looks at you closer.

Atleast you knew that if he were to physically try and attack you, he'd just get zapped like everyone else, good to know.

"I.. think so. It's like a protective little shield.." You answer with a nod. Alastor seems amused by the way that action makes your jellyfish cap bobble along.

"I can see that... don't like being touched, do you, dear?" Alastor asks with a toothy grin. You nod again.

"May I know why?" Alastor follows up.

"..No." You decide.

Alastor let's out a dramatic gasp.

"Oh deer, such attitude." He smirks and looks upon your messed up kitchen.

Deer puns... wow...

Oh a little mystery. How fun. You deem to be quite amusing.

Alastor keeps staring at you. It's making you feel a bit intimidated.

"... Music?" You suggest quietly. Looking up at him carefully. Holding out an earbud.

"From this... thing?" Alastor narrowed his red eyes.

You nod. "It's an earbud. Connected to my phone... my whole living room is in shambles so... no other means of music.. listening?" Your words were getting messed up as you were set under this demons scruntionizing gaze.

"Fine.." Alastor sighs in distaste. You notice you've messed up so your music choice had to be top notch!

He's from 19... 20? Something? Old. He's an old guy... old music... What does your downloaded list have to offer.

Frank Sinatra...

Who doesn't love that guy! Best guess. All or nothing.

As Alastor tries his best to put an earbud in his strange deer ears, you play the music.

It takes a couple seconds but the deer demon seems... content. A little sparkle in his eyes!

Yes, you guessed right! Take that, anxiety!

First mistake: Sharing good music.

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I really like splitting one shots into parts on here and then just upload just one whole thing on Wattpad, its just so cool to see feedback.

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[olsenmyolsen]

Cabin Trip

(this gif is Wanda totally looking at Vampire Readers' fangs)

sequel to Vampire Things

master list

dark master list

Marvel AU (Vampire Female Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: Wanda and you take a trip to a lake house, but what happens when you get an unexpected four-legged guest?

Word Count: 4.3K

Content: Blood, Hydra Mentions

"Babe... do you wanna wake up?"

You smiled at the soft tenderness coming from Wanda's lips. You heard her chuckle as you shook your head and covered yourself in the blanket.

"Come on, Detka..."

She tried again while pulling the blanket down. Or trying to. Your grip on it was much stronger than Wanda's, and she always failed to remember that in training, you never use your full strength. Your enhanced ability was unfair sometimes.

But right now, to catch some extra sleep, you'd show your fangs if you had to.

To anyone else...

To Wanda, it would only turn her on.

"Hey!" Wanda exclaimed as she let go of the blanket, causing you to grin. "It would not!"

"It so would!" You replied with your morning voice before you cleared your throat and rose from the bed. "Don't lie, sweetheart. You love my fangs. Everyone knows it." You leaned forward with sleep in your eyes and lips puckered, waiting for a kiss.

Wanda gladly kissed you before pulling back. "What do you mean everyone knows?" You rubbed your eyes and pretended not to hear your girlfriend. "What time is it?"

"Y/N, what do you mean everyone knows?"

You leaned back to your end table and lifted up your phone. 7:34 am. "Wanda!" You whined, ignoring her again. "We've been dating for over a year. I thought we agreed on no wake-ups before 8!" You dropped your phone as you flopped back onto the bed. Getting comfortable.

"Y/N what-"

"You scratch and crane your neck."

Wanda looks at your laying positioned, confused. You don't have to even look at Wanda to know that's she's pursing her lip in thought, trying to come up with a lie or a reason that disproves what everyone already knows.

"Trust me, babe." You lean up onto your elbows in your grey Avengers t-shirt and smile at Wanda. "It's cute, but when you do it every time my fangs are out and... people start to notice."

Your mind briefly reminds you of the time Sam cornered you and asked you how many times you used that move on the ladies.

When you didn't know what he was talking about, he then asked if you were using some Vampire magic to make Wanda react the way she was, but once again, you looked at him with confusion, forcing him to sigh and give up.

"They do?" She questioned in a hushed tone. "They do." You replied with some amount of care, not knowing whether Wanda was hurt or not.

She wasn't.

"Well, I can't help it if my girlfriend is a smoking hot vampire!" She looks at you with big eyes and a big smile. Leaning closer and closer. Wanda knows what she's doing. "You just want me to get up, don't you?"

"Is it working?"

It was.

You sighed and leaned up all the way to kiss Wanda before planting another one and another as your lips moved further down. "This isn't why I woke you up." Wanda struggled to say. "But it's more fun. Isn't it?" You replied, cocky as ever as you drugged your left fang down her soft neck.

However, Wanda was determined. She allowed one more kiss before moving away with blushed cheeks and a smile; she got up and went to her vanity mirror. Double checking her hair and neck... no markings this time.

But you figured that would change, especially since you saw Wanda in her complete outfit.

A red sundress with a floral print pattern and white vans that you knew she was wearing because you gifted them to her.

But deep down, you knew she'd change into her birks or boots soon enough.

You got up off the bed and made your way to stand behind Wanda as she looked up at you in the mirror. "Something on your mind, or shall I read it?" You raised an eyebrow at Wanda's words.

"You know I'm not so shy anymore, Wans. Maybe I want you to read it. See what we could be doing."

Wanda bit her bottom lip before shaking her head as she looked away. She lost the battle but remained strong. She turned around and looked up at you. "We could do that now or save for later at the cabin."

Your smile quickly went away as your face grew confused. "Cabin?" Wanda nodded her head. "Cabin." She repeated. "For us?" She nodded again. "I figured it would be fun. We don't have a mission until next week."

Wanda got up from her chair before standing up onto it. Now, you looked up at her as she looked down at you with a smile. Her green eyes shining bright. "It'll be fun." You wrapped your arms around her lower back. Being very mindful of where your hands were at.

"It's near a lake. Which I know you don't like to swim, but maybe I could convince you." You tilted your head as you smiled, looking at Wanda. "Oh yeah?" She nodded. "The cabin has a hot tub..." She leaned down as you lifted your chin above her breast. "We'll be alone, and who knows.. what.. could.. happen." Wanda lightly bit your neck as her breath touched your ear.

You could feel your own heartbeat pump faster as Wanda moved her head and planted her pink lips on your own. "When do we leave?" You whispered into the small amount of room separating the two of you. "Get dressed and packed, and we'll be gone, baby."

You kissed Wanda and gave her butt a little tap before getting packed in record time.

Of course, by the time Wanda double-checked everything you packed, you were ready to go.

_

"You never had s'mores?"

You shook your head as Wanda grabbed a bag of marshmallows. She gave you a look and moved her hand up and down your back as she placed the fluffy treats into the cart.

It was times like these when Wanda was reminded about how much Hydra took from you. From Wanda as well, but whereas Wanda was immediately given a culture shock after joining the Avengers, you were more slow in your progress.

So when Wanda casually mentioned the first time Pietro tried to make s'mores with Steve and Sam but ended up burning the roof of his mouth, you had no idea what she meant.

It did make you sad. You weren't going to lie. Not experiencing something as simple as a s'more until your girlfriend made damn sure of it was a little embarrassing. But you knew that deep down it was alright.

Plus, the soft touch of Wanda's hand gliding itself up and down your shirt was a level of comfort no one else would ever experience.

"What else do we need?" You stopped the cart off the side and looked at the list in Wanda's hand.

According to the GPS in Wanda's car, you two were twenty minutes away from the cabin as you passed through a small town. Wanda figured the cabin she was renting wouldn't be stocked with anything, so here you two were. In a market, shopping for things like s'mores and whatever else Wanda wanted to make.

It was very domestic. Something you and Wanda never thought you would have. But now that it was here. You both couldn't imagine life without the other.

Wanda looked up at you and smiled. "I love you."

Your eyes went from the list to Wanda's green eyes. "I love you too." Your smile grew wide as you quickly gave Wanda a peck.

"Chicken." Wanda then said. Huh? "Chicken?" Wanda nodded and took the lead as she started moving the cart. "I just remembered the cabin has a grill. We can make Chicken- oh shoot, we need spices too!" Wanda then turned the corner, leaving you standing in the aisle.

Yep. You couldn't imagine your life without her.

_

"It's beautiful, Wanda!"

You and Wanda set the last of the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter. The place fitted the vibe of you, Wanda, perfectly. It was a two-story modern wood cabin. It had a fireplace in the sunken in living room. The place had four rooms. Making you question why Wanda would pick such a spacious place, but when you really took a look at the kitchen, you understood. Stainless steel appliances. A long kitchen island. It had a bar set up and a drink cart along a wall. It had one of those fridges where you could look inside without opening the door. As well as a bunch of other stuff you never understood.

But watching Wanda get excited as she unloaded the groceries made you smile.

You made your way to the sliding glass back door and looked out to see the fire pit and grill Wanda was talking about. You tuned your head and saw the hot tub as well. All of it was surrounded by foliage and designed beautifully with stone in the landscape. The backyard then backed up to a wooded area with a walkway down to the lake that you could see from the upstairs bedroom.

"Thank you for this." You wrapped your arms around the front of Wanda as she stopped organizing the spices. "I figured we both needed it." You nodded and kissed the side of her face. "Have I ever told you that you're the smartest Avenger?" Wanda shook her head and smiled. "Don't have to tell me something I already know." That made the two of you laugh before she turned her head and kissed you. "Let me finish here, and then we can take a walk to the lake. How does that sound?"

"Perfect."

_

"I can't believe how cold the water is!"

You look at Wanda in her dress, carrying her Birkenstocks with her feet covered in sand.

"No one told you to put your feet in Wans." You said with a smile, knowing you'd get a reaction. "I tripped, and you know that!" You raised your eyebrows and made a face. "So the smartest Avenger is the clumsiest?" Wanda playfully glares at you. "I could use my powers and have you above the lake in two seconds."

You nod. "Yeah, but what good is-"

You stop dead in your tracks and turned back to Wanda. "Did you hear that?" Wanda looks at you and then around the wooded area. "Hear what?" She thinks you're joking, but her smile fades when she sees your face.

You turn your body as you hear the noise again.

"Babe?" Wanda asks, but you ignore her as you tune your ears to locate where the crying is coming from. "It's this way." You point your finger in a direction off the trail. "Okay..." Wanda looks at you. "What is it?"

She starts putting her shoes back on while she thinks about how she should've grabbed her boots.

But who brings boots to the lake?

"I'm not sure what it is... but it's small and hurt." Wanda nods and puts on a determined look. "Let's go." She lets you lead the way as you step off the trail through the woods.

After a few minutes of searching, Wanda speaks up. "This would probably be easier if you could turn into a bat." You playfully roll your eyes. "That's your answer to your everything. You and Pietro's." You laugh, making your girlfriend laugh. "You know, technically, he's older than me."

You nodded. You knew.

Pietro always made a point to tell you.

Wanda was about to ask you how close you two were when you stopped.

Blood.

You smelt it in the air and closed your eyes. "It's not far." You said as you opened your eyes. Wanda grabbed your hand as you took a step forward. "Y/N." You looked back and stopped your movement. She looked from your eyes to your mouth.

The sharp intake of her breath and the crane of her neck was all you both needed to know. "Your fangs..." She whispered. "Blood?" You nodded, and Wanda nodded back before moving in front of you. Keeping her grip on your hand. "Tell me where to go."

Wanda knew that no matter how much blood there was, you'd smell it. That's not why she got in front of you. She got in front of you because she didn't want you to do something you'd regret if the blood loss was a gracious amount. She had trust in you a hundred percent, but taking chances wasn't something she wanted to do right now.

"Thanks." You said to Wanda, who reminded you that she loved you with three hand squeezes. "It's not far. Straight ahead."

You two didn't get much further when you heard the cries. They were soft and low. Like what was hurt was tired. "Oh my gosh!" Wanda let go of your hand and ran towards the scene. A small white-haired Jack Russell terrier was lying on its side as its leg was stuck in a trap. It looked like a bear trap, but it was too small, confusing you. Your eyes immediately found the blood that turned the white hair on the poor dog red.

Wanda bent down in front of the dog that yelped in surprise before wagging its tail. "It's okay. We're here to help." Wanda pouted and wore a sad face as she looked over the dog. You moved closer and bent down behind the dog near its injured leg.

"There's no collar."

You looked up at Wanda as she gently touched the dog's fur near its neck. "He's dirty, too." You nodded. "Looks like a stray." Wanda nodded and felt sorry for the dog as it cried again. "I'll hold him. You get the trap."

You listened to your girlfriend and lowered your hands down to the end of the trap. "

The lever to release the springs is gone..?"

"I can use my powers," Wanda suggested, but you shook your head and, without wasting another second, wrapped your fingers around the jaws of the trapped and pulled them down hard. Causing the trap to break in two as if it were plastic.

The dog, free from the trap, tried to jump up to run but fell as its back leg pained it too much. It cried as Wanda didn't let go of the dog. "I'm sorry." She said as she pulled it by its neck closer to her. "You're hurt. We can't let you go." She hushed the dog and made an aww noise. You smiled at the sight of your beautiful girlfriend with the dog as you smashed up the rest of the stupid trap to take with you to dispose of.

"We should go." You smiled at Wanda as she refused to let go of the dog. The two of you and your new friend found your way back to the trail and to the house without another incident.

_

"You're bleeding!"

Wanda sounded shocked as you returned with a beach towel. "Huh?" You looked down where Wanda was looking and found a trail of blood on your right hand, past your pinkie. You didn't remember being cut or anything on your walk back... You lifted your hand up to your nose.

"It's not mine." You said as you handed Wanda the towel. "Aww, is it this poor guys?" Wanda made an adorable face as she calmly wrapped the towel around the dog's leg.

"Any luck finding medical supplies?" Wanda asked where her attention finally came back to you.

You shook your head. "They have some things but nothing for dogs. Is there much of a difference, though?" You asked. "I mean, I'm a vampire, and I take human drugs and use sanitizing wipes."

Wanda tilted her head, not as amused as you had hoped.

"I can go to the store." You quickly corrected. Wanda nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Detka." You walked past your girlfriend and went to the kitchen island to grab her car keys. You sigh. Still flummoxed. "What kind of Veterinary Clinic is closed on Saturdays? It makes no sense."

Wanda shrugged. "I agree, but all we can do is the best we can right now. We're just lucky I ran my hand over his stomach to know that he's not chipped." You nodded, knowing she was right.

"Well, the supplies that they do have are sitting on the counter in our giant primary bathroom. You can try bathing him, and by that point, I should be back with some bandages." Wanda nodded and agreed. "Okay, I'll do that." She then looked at the dog in her arms. "Do you want a bath?" The dogs' ears perked up and looked from Wanda to you.

"I don't think he likes the B word." You said.

"Bath?" Wanda asked, completely serious, making you laugh when the dog pleaded at you to not let this happen. "Yes, Wanda. B-A-T-H." 

That's when Wanda understood and made an ah noise.

"Okay, noted. Won't use that word." You laughed and leaned into the witch and gave her a kiss before looking at the white dog. "Be good. I'll be back."

_

Your trip to town was uneventful compared to what Wanda must've gone through when you were gone.

As you pulled up to the rental cabin, everything was normal, but once you opened the front door, you saw how much had happened.

"Babe?" You carefully called out as you walked past a trail of slightly wet paw prints coming from the upstairs hall. You lightly moved the bag of dog food around on your shoulder as your grip on the local pet store bag in your hand tightened. "Wanda?"

You knew she was here. You could smell her.

"Detka!" You used her pet name for you in hopes that she would appear, but still nothing. As you stepped into the kitchen and placed the dog supplies on the island, you looked at the living room and saw a pillow torn up with feathers everywhere. Your eyes then landed on the floor, and you saw broken glass as well as a pair of Wanda's underwear—her maroon-colored panties. A pair you loved to see on her now sat chewed up on the floor.

You had to laugh.

Usually, that would only happen because of you.

"Babe?" You called out through a chuckle. That's when your ears heard Wanda. You followed the noise, and your feet moved you to where you needed to be.

Out the back door, you saw Wanda, now dressed in sweats, chasing the dog around the fire pit with what appeared to be a small box in its mouth.

You're not sure how long Wanda and the dog had been at this, but you guessed it must've been far too long because you watched as the dog stopped its movement as a hue of red surrounded the dog.

The box in its mouth disappeared. You're unsure where it went, but it must've been important.

Your eyes remained on the dog as it was raised into the air by Wanda. She gave the dog a stern talking too that you were very familiar with before she grabbed it and started walking towards the house.

When Wanda entered, you acted as if you had just come back home. Placing the bag of dog food on the counter. "Hey, where were you? I called, and no one answered." You asked with an innocent smile. One Wanda didn't see past as she was busy holding the white-haired troublemaker.

"Outside. Chasing this one." She held the dog by its stomach out to you. You noticed its injured leg looked better, especially after the bath, but still needed to be wrapped. "I learned that dogs get hyper after a bath."

"Oh?" You question as you now held the dog while Wanda fetched the bandages. "Yep. The bat- the B-A-T-H was fine! Great even. He sat in the tub and was very nice. Shocking considering some stories I saw online." You nodded as Wanda started recounting her time in your absence.

"He was dried as best as he could be sitting on the bedroom floor, and I grabbed some clothes to change into." She gestures to her grey sweat suit that she loves so much. "And I guess I left the suitcase open because when I came out of the bathroom. He had two things in his mouth." She finishes wrapping his leg and gives the dog some pets before looking for a broom to sweep up the broken glass on the floor as you follow—dog in arms.

"One. My underwear!" She bends down and holds the pair in front of you with a flat, sad smile. "And two yo- my ring box! Box of my rings! From years ago." She stumbles over her words, not facing you in the slightest.

Wanda was probably so stressed, you think.

Wanda does her best to hide her panicked face. Choosing to sweep the floor and keep her head low as she moves on with the story.

"Anyways. I go to grab them from him, and he just takes off running. From down the stairs, he turns down this hallway. I trip over my feet, trying to chase him. I hit this frame, and it comes falling to the floor. I scare the panties out of his mouth. But he apparently liked that pillow a little too much because by the time I looked up from the broken glass, feathers were in the air. And he's gone out the back door!!" Wanda waves her hands in the air, sending feathers flying out of her dustpan.

"I'm sorry, love." You do your best to hide your smile, but Wanda sees it. "It's not funny!" A feather lands on her nose as she pouts. "I'm serious!" Wanda makes her face frown even more, and you almost fall for it until you see her crack. She smiles at you, and you two laugh. "And then what happened?" You ask, knowing damn well what happened.

"I chased him around the fit pit until I remembered about my damn powers!" Wanda emphasizes her point by using her powers to clean up the rest of the mess left by the dog in your arms. "And what about the box of rings?"

"Huh?!" Wanda turns to you with a slight panic across her face as she puts the broom and dustpan away.

"The box of rings. You said Bolt had them?"

"Oh-h.. I- wait.. Bolt?" Wanda looks at you with her head tilted in confusion. "Bolt." You said as you held up the now sleepy dog in your arms. Wanda laughs. "That's definitely not his name."

"Why not?" You whine. "According to your story, you couldn't catch him. Kinda like he.. bolted.." You lifted your eyebrows as your joke doesn't exactly land. "No." Is all she says as she finds a bowl and starts dumping his fresh kibble into it.

"Fine. What do you suggest?" You ask, to which Wanda shakes her head. "How about dog." Wanda-"

"Y/N, we can't keep it!"

You sigh in defeat.

"I know." You moved the dog up closer to Wanda's face. "But isn't he so cute?"

Wanda did her best to look away, knowing that any more contact and interaction with this dog would make her harder. But when the unarmed four-legged creature sniffed Wanda's ear and made her laugh.

It was soon over.

"Y/N.." She looked past the dog and up to your big eyes.

Wanda never would've guessed that you wanted a dog, but your thoughts were loud in this moment. She didn't have to read them. She could sense the amount of guilt that you would feel if you two left the dog. How lonely it could be. In your mind, the dog sat in a cage where you sat before the Avengers showed up.

"Detka.." Wanda reached her hand up and started petting the neck of the dog. "Taking care of a living thing is a big responsibility.. dogs need food, exercise, training." Wanda looked at the puppy dog's eyes. "And belly rubs and cuddles! And kisses between his little ears!"

The battle was over.

Wanda leaned in and kissed the dog on his little forehead and smiled with joy. "Oh gosh, he is so cute!"

"Yes, he is." You agreed to a statement you would never make about a man.

"So, thoughts?" Wanda looked up and bit her lip with a smile. "Okay, fine, we can keep him." You laughed. "I meant thoughts about a name."

"Flash?"

"No."

"White Lighting."

"No!"

"Spot?"

"But he has no spots?"

"Yes, it's ironic."

"No."

"Quicksilver?"

"Y/N!"

"Okay, sorry."

After a few more minutes of back and forth as, the dog ate his kibble and drank his water, he shook, causing a droplet of water to land into an outlet near the floor. Quick as a flash, a bolt of light came out of the socket.

"How about Sparky?"

You looked at Wanda to see if she was joking, but when she tilted her head with a smile, you agreed. "Perfect." You called Sparky over, and he did his best to trot on over to the two of you as if he had known you forever.

"Have I ever told you that you're the smartest Avenger?"

"Once or twice."

"Well, let's make sure I do it more often." Wanda leaned in and kissed you on your lips, but moved away before the fangs came out.

"We can do something about that later," Wanda spoke to you in a hushed tone as she covered Sparky's ears. The less the dog knew, the better.

Which was quite funny when you thought about it.

Because a couple of months later, when Wanda took you on another surprise trip, you accidentally found the same box Sparky had in his mouth that day at the cabin.

You didn't open it.

However, Wanda did when she got down on one knee and asked for your hand in marriage at dinner that night.

The date is set.

Pietro is bummed, Sparky is your best man.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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[rizsu]

carbon copies rin itoshi, rindou haitani, rintaro suna.

extra. tw: d-ath thr-at in rin's ( its not THATTT srs )

“what the fuck are you doing?” concerned and puzzled, you question your boyfriend who's in a position that does not look comfortable for the average human.

rin does nothing but wave off your presence by stretching his arms upwards and tilting his upper body ninety degrees to the right.

it takes one minute of silence (and staring) before you make your way to rin, sitting in front of him with crossed legs and arms. again, you repeat your question but this time with a little sarcasm, “mind telling me what you're doing, mr. yoga-for-all?”

sighing, rin answers you back, “you just answered your own question.” and with that, he closes his eyes to continue his meditation. nothing can stop rin from doing what he does—well...unless you apply enough force to push him onto the floor.

you spend at least twenty-something minutes admiring rin. really, he's pretty and lucky that his face card can defend his attitude. deciding to not bother him any longer, you stand up and dust your knees off before notifying rin.

“rin, i'm going.” “where?” “you haven't leveled up to unlock that information!”

one hand wraps around your wrist and rudely yanks you down to its owner, rin. caging you in with both hands at the side of your frame, he leans in and repeats himself again, “i asked where, y/n.”

one, two, three blinks later you regain the function of thinking. seriously, it's so rare for rin to be so close and whenever he does it, it's at the most unexpected moments. smiling ear to ear, you tease him, “is this a curious rin? the itoshi rin?”

squinting, he sighs before leaning away, deciding it's best to wave you off again and continue his activities but not before he orders, “do as you please but call or text me when you reach.”

standing up again, you nod at him, “i'm just going back to my parents' for the weeknd!” ruffling his hair, you smile again at him to which he returns—just a small one though.

at your parents', you're lazing around in your room, looking through shopping websites while adding things you'll never buy any time soon to cart. it's a nice moment until you see a specific text that mimicked...a death threat..?

in the haitani's home holds two young adults, both share the same ages but different personalities. within a room believed to be the guest bathroom, you can see a whiny rindou and his girlfriend who's furiously dabbing a cotton on his wound.

rindou flinches again, biting his bottom lip hard to suppress any moan. he's currently in regret. does he regret the fight? no, he won. does he regret upsetting you with injury number ten this week? yes, he hates it when you're mad.

“it hurts..” “really? didn't it hurt when you got the injury?”

and to that, rindou stays silent. he knows more than anyone that it's best to not annoy you further but he really does want to answer. it did hurt a lot—like a bitch—but the alcohol and chemicals mixing with the raw injury hurts even more.

enduring more minutes of you (painfully) caring for his wound, he sucks in the tears in shame. i am such a pussy, he thinks. how can he easily take blows to the head but cowers at medical attention!? he believes it to be shameful.

finishing the last wrap of the bandage around his waist, you back off rindou but kept a close distance. close enough so he can't stray his eyes when you begin.

“rindou.” “look, i'm sorry but i'm not sorry for the fight..!”

his reply immediately makes you pinch the bridge of your nose. he's an idiot. your idiot at the very least. placing two hands at his cheeks, you bring him down for a kiss.

flustered, he gladly kisses you back. in fact, he deepens it by softly pushing your head closer with one hand as the other fiddles with the flesh of your waist under your (his) shirt.

“don't,” breaking away, you start your scolding, “ever come back with an injury that bad.”

a smug smile adorns his face. of course she's worried, he thinks with pride. if there's another thing rindou loves it's watching you mask your worry with scoldings.

“looks like someone's worried isn't she?”

rolling your eyes, you jab at his bandaged area before walking out, “don't act like you weren't trying to not cry.”

“you saw that!?”

“hey,” a soft voice speaks, dominating over the silent room. suna pokes you, hoping that you'll wake up. after no repsonse, he does it again, “psstttttt.” again, no response. unfortunately for you, suna does not like to lose so he rolls over onto you.

“get off,” complaining, you weakly push him off but that doesn't work against him. forfeiting, you throw a leg around him, adding a little kick into it before resting it on his hip.

a mischievous smile greets itself on suna. moving your leg, he rolls off, sitting up on his elbow with his head resting on his palm, “there she is!”

you look at him for three seconds before throwing the blanket on him. it's definitely not the hour you or him should be awake. hugging his body, you step back into slumber, convincing him that he should too, “go back to sleep, rin.”

suna looks down at you, using his other hand to poke your cheek. mindlessly continuing to poke at you, he thinks he fell in love again. you look peaceful, unbothered and pretty—he must annoy you. with his mind tracing back to the first time you guys met, suna made it his main mission to annoy you. like a little boy around his crush, he couldn't express his feelings properly so he opted for annoyance.

there's only so much poking you can take until you grab his finger and bite it. clearly someone doesn't know that you're not a fidget toy.

“OW!?” suna yanks his finger, dropping down onto the pillow so he can comfort it with both hands. securing his finger tightly, he looks at you who's laughing as he's in pain.

“are you hungry?!” ���NO, STOP POKING ME!” “you must be in hunger.”

#blue lock x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #haikyuu x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rindou haitani x reader #suna rintarou x reader #rin x reader #rindou x reader #suna x reader #rin x you #rindou x you #suna x you #itoshi rin x y/n #rindou x y/n #suna x y/n #bllk x y/n #hq x y/n #tr x y/n #itoshi rin fluff #rindou fluff #suna fluff #rin fluff #blue lock fluff #haikyuu fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #itoshi rin #rindou haitani #suna rintarou

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 11

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

Part of the Silverfox AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You watch through the window, frosted at the corners like a Hallmark Christmas card. You can’t deny that the snow is beautiful as it gleams beneath the streetlights but can it slow down? You feel yourself buried deeper with each spiraling flake.

It’s almost eight and there’s no sign of a stop coming. The plows passed an hour ago but barely made a dent in the thick blankets. You check your app, the buses are all delayed, some routes are even out of service.

“I got snow tires but not sure they can handle this,” Bucky comes up beside you, “car’s not heavy enough. Best case scenario, we get stuck not far from here. Worst…”

“I’m s-sorry.”

“Sorry? I didn’t know you controlled the weather,” he scoffs.

“N-no, but I-I’m stuck here,” you blow out a long breath, “sorry to s-spoil your night.”

“Stuck?” He clucks, “never said that. It’s fine. Shit happens. You get to my age and it hardly even bothers you.”

“I guess,” you shrug.

“You calmed down,” he puts his hand on the window frame as he glances over at you.

You push your shoulders even higher. He’s not wrong. Your adrenaline fizzled out and now you’re just exhausted. Still, you can’t say you’re okay. Every shadow startles you as Mr. Rogers’ voice tickles the back of your mind. You’re back to watching over your shoulder.

“You’re not stuttering as bad,” he sniffs, “that’s all…”

“Sometimes it’s n-not as bad,” you agree, “s-still there though.”

“Getting cold in here,” he pulls his grip from the window frame and hugs himself, “how’re you doing? I got some extra slippers. A sweater?”

“Good,” you wave him off, “n-not that bad.”

He doesn’t say anything. You feel him watching you. He exhales through his nostrils and steps back on his heel.

“You’re damn stubborn,” he mutters.

“I–” you stop yourself. Arguing would just prove his point. And you are stubborn.

If only he knew how long you’ve stayed in a bad situation, thinking you could outpace it, that you could overcome it. Again and again. You’re too damn stubborn for your own good.

“So are y-you,” you say.

His response is unexpected. He laughs. He backs up, leaving you to watch the incessant snowfall.

“Yeah, I am,” he confesses.

You don’t answer. No comment is better than any that pops into your head. You continue to stare out hopelessly.

“You should let your parents know you won’t be home,” he suggests as pages flutter.

“I’m an a-adult,” you spin and lean on the window ledge, “they…”

…won’t care. You don’t say that out loud either.

“Never said you weren’t. Only figured,” he clicks on the tiny book light again.

“Uh, th-thanks,” you shuffle to the couch, well away from him and sit. You pull your phone, ignoring how the temperature nips at your fingers. You texted your mom an hour ago. She left you on read. Not even a thumbs up. “This should c-clear up s-soon.”

He snorts and looks over his book, “you really believe that?”

You meet his gaze and shake your head. He smirks and closes his book. He puts it on the armrest and stands.

“Come on, let me get you settled in,” he turns his palms out.

“Wh-what?”

“Sure, got a guest room upstairs. No point in you taking the couch. It’s stiff,” he explains, “I should have enough wood in the garage to get the fireplace going. Never really bother with it, too much work.”

“Uh, oh, o-okay,” you stand, “th-thanks.”

“You know, I am a nice guy. Or can be,” he leads you through the doorway. “If you’d just moved over a tiny bit–”

“W-what? I… the b-bookstore? You c-could’ve asked. You d-didn’t say e-excuse me,” you counter.

He grips the railing as he starts up the staircase ahead of you. “Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right. I forgot my manners. Thank you, Miss Etiquette.”

“N-no, th-thank you,” you return tritely, “finally, y-you apologised.”

“Me?” He exclaims as he climbs, peeking over his shoulder, “you called me an old man.”

“I d-did.”

He’s quiet as he continues to the top. He stops on the landing and turns back to you. You step up level to him, well, not quite.

“Hm,” his lips thin, “I guess you weren’t wrong.”

“I w-wasn’t,” you proclaim proudly.

“Watch yourself,” he warns with a wag of his finger.

“S-sorry, I wouldn’t w-want to raise y-your b-blood pressure,” you tease.

He hesitates, almost flinching.

“Are you calling me old again?” He tilts his head.

You smile and shrug. His eyes narrow and his brow drops. He waves you off and turns on his heel.

“Right, your room is this way.” He directs you down the short hallway and taps a closed door, “I’ll grab you an extra blanket and something to sleep in.”

“You g-go to bed th-this early?”

He glowers as he faces you again, “no.”

“S-sorry, I-I’ll stop,” you put your hands up, “I ap-ap-appreciate it.”

“So,” he turns the knob without look and nudges the door open, “I’ll just go get that fire goaded and then we can figure out dinner. You hungry? I’m starving.”

“Er, yeah,” you say sheepishly, “but I… you d-don't need t-to.”

“Come on, don't,” he dismisses your protest, “you can pay me back.”

“Ah, I g-guess.”

“Stay for the recording,” he insists, “please. Let's get through episode one before you tuck tail.”

“T-tuck tail?” You blink.

“Not to say… I only,” he stops himself, “I'm asking nicely. I'm not used to begging, you know?”

You press your lips tight and look away, “I'll th-think about it.”

“Right, well you got a whole night to think,” he says, “so, uh, yeah, the fire.”

He spins and before you can react, he's halfway to the stairs. You watch him go as you blindly reach for the door, letting your hand rest on the wood lightly as he disappears below.

Mercurial, that's the word for it. You always wanted to fit that in somewhere. It's almost poetic but in the flesh, it's entirely confounding.

#series #au #marvel #mcu #drabble #captain america #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #silver lining #silverfox au #winter soldier #avengers

[mrs-illyrian-baby]

The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 12

Black White and Midnight Blue | Loki x Reader

You and Loki repay your debt to the Avengers by attending Baron Zemo's exclusive Hampton's dinner. But when an unexpected guest arrives, you find yourself the centre of attention.

Warnings: Baron Zemo chat (I hate that guy), mention of PTSD and anxiety for reader, angst, whump/hurt (the comfort comes next chapter!)

A/N: I'm so sorry this has taken ages and it's not the extra long chapter I promised because, in the end, the extra bit just made sense further along in the story telling. We're really moving the plot along at pace in this chapter and revealing a bit more about our antagonists so I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for sticking with this!

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist | Masterlist

There was a time in your life when you had only ever dreamt of sitting beside the Avengers in their luxurious top floor office, discussing plans to save the world. Like everyone else, you’d seen the news, watched the footage of them battling in New York and been awed by their bravery and prowess. But now, seeing them argue and having felt their fear and wrath, you only felt cold. 

Their icy demeanors hadn’t thawed since you returned, the truce between the heroes and Loki was dangerously thin, held together only by Thor’s surprisingly adept diplomacy and their need for you. 

Below the table you felt the only warmth in the room, Loki’s hand on your thigh, pressing his fingertips just a little harder than normal, to help you feel grounded. Below the surface you could feel his magic thrumming, restrained in its frustrations, straining against its bonds in an attempt to be freed. It was a feeling you could empathise with, your magic called back to him, coiled inside of you ready to strike. 

The poor weather of mid autumn had kept you trapped inside and unable to practise the depths of your magic as you wanted to. But when you were alone together, your sedir tangled with his and had allowed you to make and support illusions both beautiful and romantic. 

You sighed, bathing in the memory of Loki twirling you around his bedroom, transformed for the evening into a miniature Asgardian ballroom.

Hands clasped, one steadying palm at the small of your back as the waltz rose around you. His intricate steps leading you into dizzying turns. 

Your memories blurred together, dances from aeons past melting into this perfect evening. 

“Are you two listening to me?” Steve barked, hands on his hips as he commanded the room, a large leather binder spread open on the table in front of him. 

“Of course we are, Captain.” Loki drawled, a note of disdain lingering in the otherwise quiet room. 

“Yes, Captain Rogers.” You answered, earning a tickle of long fingers along the inside of your knee from Loki. 

Such a good girl 

A teasing warmth spread over your skin, starting in the dimple of soft flesh that Loki had pinched and up your spine. 

I just want to get this done with

“As I was saying,” he coughed, flipping a page in his folder, “Loki and Estrid -” 

“Oh, you don't have to start using that name-” you interjected. 

Since returning from Tønsberg you’d shared your new name with the group for clarity. But it still felt odd to have an entirely different identity. Though there were things you could become accustomed to, your new name was proving to be a sticking point. 

“Loki and Estrid -” Steve continued. 

“Lady Estrid,” Loki interrupted, leaning forwards across the table and flourishing a gold pen from the thin air around his hand, “if you're going to ignore her wishes, you could at least be correct, Captain, allow me to update your little record for you. It’s Lady Estrid, Princess of -” 

“If you want to use it, then just Estrid is fine.” You took the pen from his hand and placed it carefully on the table where it melted into the surface leaving a faint trace of gold.  

“Darling you should -” 

“It’s fine, Loki, let’s just-” you tipped your head towards the waiting team and raised your eyebrows. 

Please, let it go

Never, you deserve to be treated with respect, especially from these cretins

I know, I know, but the sooner we’re done here the sooner we can just leave

Loki scowled, but turned back to Steve, “continue.” 

Steve returned the scowl and went back to his book, “Loki and Estrid will use their powers to infiltrate the party and separate at the bar, your new identities will be in your briefing packs and outfits will be provided. Although I suppose, should the need arise, you will both be able to create disguises. Should you be compromised this will be key to your escape. 

“Loki, you’ll head to the office room so that you can break into the safe. There should be a laptop in there with - well, possibly best if you don’t know. But it’s important. Estrid you’ll be keeping people away, providing cover as this is your first op. Loki, you should hand the laptop over to Natasha who’ll be waiting here -” a map flashed up above the desk in the same, obnoxiously bright blue and orange that all of Stark’s designs seemed to favour.

You and Loki leant back in your chairs to get a better look. “Natasha will be waiting in the first of the get-away vehicles. It’s important that you both stay at the party for at least a short while so as to not raise suspicions. When it’s time for you to leave we’ll let you know through your comms. Understood?” 

“Understood,” you nodded at Steve. 

“Loki?” The Captain stared pointedly at the Prince sitting next to you who had become so bored he’d produced a nail file from somewhere and was carefully tidying up the edge of his middle finger.  

“You understand that I’m a God? This is not the first time I’ve been in a raiding party.” Loki raised one eyebrow, “I think between us we’re perfectly capable. Now, my darling, can we leave?” Loki had a way of speaking to you as if there was no one else in the room, clear and direct, his eyes focussed on you entirely and it made you tingle all over. 

“Yes, we can go.” You allowed yourself a small smile at his impatience and took his outstretched hand, allowing your gaze to rise up his lean, muscular body. 

The two of you had barely left Loki’s rooms since your date, snuggled together in blissful solitude morning and night. Just being in the conference room felt painful and you longed to return to the comfort of Loki’s bedroom. 

“But we still have -” Steve started. 

“My Ásynja has said that it’s time for us to go,” Loki cut off Steve’s protests and turned his back on the Avengers, tucking your hand into his elbow and leading you back to his quarters. 

The light glimmered off your dress as you stepped from the dark interior of the limo and out onto into the softly lit courtyard of Baron Zemo’s Hampton’s residence. Behind the tall gates and stone walls, New York’s most wanted were being wined and dined while the Avengers set up their checkpoints in the inky darkness of the beach and grassland that surrounded the vast estate. 

Loki kept hold of your hand once the door closed behind you, tucking your fingers into the crook of his elbow, the soft wool material of his suit warmed your palm while you looked up at the towering mansion. Behind the stone walls the home itself looked almost cosy, warm lights detailing the traditional white wood and blue accents. Who could have known that behind the white linen curtains lurked so many criminals, the blood on their hands enough to fill the tinkling fountain in the centre of the courtyard. 

You squeezed Loki’s arm to get his attention. 

“Yes, darling.” His voice was a low purr against the backdrop of muffled string music and laughter. 

“I don’t know if I can do this.” You whispered, stepping closer to him, “what if I can’t hold this shape?” 

The entire operation was dependent on you and Loki pretending to be a minor couple from one of the European crime families trying to break new ground in America. When you’d questioned where the real couple would be, Steve had told you not to worry about it. But Tony gleefully explained that he had arranged for Natasha to pay the mysterious pair a visit just before their limo was due to arrive. You hadn’t dared to think about where she’d put them for the duration of the evening. 

“You can and you will,” he assured, tugging you closer, “and then we can be free of this nonsense, Ásynja, and we can return to Tønsberg together.” Behind the illusion, you saw the flash of Loki’s blue eyes, a shimmer of gold, of promise, and you straightened yourself. “It doesn’t hurt that you look absolutely radiant, my darling.” He grinned, appraising the black cocktail dress that had been chosen for you. It was a very beautiful dress, and although you’d become rather accustomed to wearing green and blue, you had accepted that it was your job to blend in tonight and not stand out. 

“Loki,” you gave an embarrassed whisper. 

“Well, you do.” He said, matter of factly. “It’s incredibly distracting.” 

You grinned back, “you look very handsome too..”

“Then let’s make our entrance.” Even under his vanir the same mischievous look past over his eyes. 

Loki gave your hand one last squeeze before guiding you up the steps and into the foyer, ready for your first mission. 

Inside, the party appeared to be in full swing. The host, Baron Zemo, held court at the centre of the room, talking animatedly with a large group of men all dressed almost identically in luxurious looking black tuxedos. Hanging off their arms were some of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen, the jewels dangling from their ears catching in the soft lighting, their tinkling laughs cutting through the gruff bluster of their dates. 

Loki had already clocked at least two doors that he would need to check, you could tell by the way he squeezed your arm as you passed by the quiet porter who took your coats at the door. He would have to sneak off soon, but it was your job to stay at the bar installed in the corner of the large dining room, to talk to anyone leaving the Baron’s circle of confidence who might become suspicious about Loki’s whereabouts and, in the event anyone left the room, you could alert Loki or try to cause a diversion to allow him time to secure the laptop and escape.

Together you made your way across the crowded room to the bar and ordered drinks, taking only the barest sip to keep sober. Although the sedatives that you were used to taking had completely worn off, you were liable to get very drunk, very quickly, when you were nervous and you had never had to maintain a completely different body while drinking. You hoped that twirling your straw flirtatiously would be enough to look natural while Loki scoped out the room. 

“It’s time, darling.” He whispered in your ear, his familiar scent ghosting over you, despite his unfamiliar appearance. He traced the shell of your ear with the tip of his nose and then kissed your cheek, leaving you with goosebumps appearing on your arms. 

Loki siddled away from the bar, blending into the shadowed edges of the room and vanishing from sight as he rounded the corner into the area roped off as ‘private’. 

Alone, you surveyed the room again, watching as the Baron captivated his laughing audience with another tale of his debauchery, the crispness of his starched shirt hiding the clearly healing cuts and bruises below.

 You’d heard stories about him, mostly from the Avengers themselves, about how he had tried to break them, how he had manipulated his way into the compound and triggered Bucky. The super soldier hadn’t been around for that conversation, but Steve had looked over your shoulder as if he could still see the image of his best friend, snarling like a feral beast as he tore his way through the compound. Natasha had reassured you that it couldn’t happen again, but it wasn’t Bucky you were afraid of. He seemed to be as much a victim as circumstance as you, always grimacing before a fight and never bragging about his victories. He was trapped in that compound just as you had been, his only comfort the red headed spy that he was dancing around approaching. 

The reassurances of the Avengers meant nothing to you, because it wasn’t Bucky or the Winter Soldier you were afraid of. It wasn’t even necessarily the Baron and his despicable friends, although the easy way he spoke about death had sent a chill down your spine. 

The people you were really afraid of, who made your skin crawl and your head hurt. The people you really wanted to be away from... It was the Avengers and Agents that swarmed the compound, the way they recited their allegiance to each other and bowed down to Stark and his wealth. 

That scared you more than anything else, because it left you with no one to trust. 

No one but Loki. 

It brought a familiar, nagging, question back to the front of your mind. If the Baron had been neutralised, why were you even here in the first place? No one had told you and it was really the last place you wanted to be while you were still recovering from your ordeal. 

What if the kidnappers were here, what if he was part of it? Your heart beat sped up, your chest feeling tight as your breath became shallow. 

You turned away from the bar and carefully dabbed at your tearline, catching the tears before they fell and tucking your now mascara stained handkerchief back into your clutch bag, allowing yourself time to play with your bracelet, hidden inside, flashing in the candle light as the only way to sooth your fractured nerves. For the first time you’d do anything to go back to your slow and steady life from before, to not know about this world or any of these so called powers, if this is where it got you. 

Risking a look up at the room you were relieved to see no one had even noticed you, and you allowed yourself to think of the one thing that was keeping you going, Loki. If none of this happened, there’d be no Loki and, powers or not, he was the first positive thing to come into your life in a long time. Or, if your memories were right, to come back into your life. 

Your breathing evened out at the thought of him, the way he’d smiled so softly while helping you shift into this new form. How he’d kissed your temple while waiting for the limousine and held your hand the entire way. He’d promised to reward you for your bravery as soon as the laptop had been handed over and, if it was anything like his other ‘rewards’ it was certainly worth looking forward to. 

Just as you were settling into the thought of falling into bed with Loki, a ripple of fear rolled up your spine and a scream cut through the gentle tones of the string quartet. You span around, leaping to your feet, your hands held in front of you just as Loki had taught you, ready to defend yourself against the mobsters. 

But there was no gun fight, no knives drawn, instead the room began to fill with blinding light, so white you had to cover your eyes with your hands, pressing so hard you could see stars as the other guests began to scream and shout. 

“Estrid, are you there?” Natasha’s voice crackled in your ear, so far away and useless as you backed away to crouch down behind the spindly barstool. Suddenly this entire operation seemed like a terrible idea. 

“I’m here, but so is something else, where’s Loki?” Your voice cracked, hoping he was close by. 

“He secured the item, it’s with me and he’s heading back to the party-” Natasha’s response was cut off by the familiar feeling of Loki’s presence entering your thoughts. 

I’m here, I’m safe, are you?

It floated to you through the chaos, anchoring you to your spot. If he was coming then you could hold yourself for now, though you were too scared to even breathe properly. Each inhale felt jagged, like ice in your lungs. 

There’s someone here, it’s so bright, I can’t see, I don’t know what’s happening

“Estrid, come in? - Report? - Estrid!” Natasha shouted, the distinctive click of her trying different channels before returning to yours made your head ache. Slowly, trying not to draw attention to yourself, you popped out the earbud and placed it in your bag, silencing the electric hum of the comms. 

Everything else went silent then and, for a few seconds, you thought it might be over, but then there was a hand on your elbow, pulling you up and out from your hiding place. You hoped it was Loki and that the change in his cologne was due to his needing to hide, but an uneasy feeling had already settled over you. 

“Loki?” You whispered, “can I open my eyes?” 

“You can open your eyes, child.” The speaker had a deep, rough voice, as if it hadn’t been used in many years, the words jagged and jarring, pulling at your memories. 

“Child?” You cracked one eye open enough to see who had spoken, the room was still white, but between the two of you it flowed as a golden river, dust motes dancing in the air and rather than being blinded as you imagined, it made you think of your Grandfather and hazy summer afternoons with the windows open wide and the dust motes dancing in the air.

Around you the party goers were locked, stock still, in time, their hands over their faces as yours had been. 

“Come, Estrid, I have been looking for you.” He moved his hands to cup your cheeks, turning your face up to him as you opened your eyes. In slow motion he smiled down at you and you felt a strange sense of peace wash over you. 

The man before you was tall and fair, blonde curls fell in perfect tendrils over his broad shoulders and the green cloak that fell to the floor in waves. On one shoulder a silver pin kept his cape attached to his tunic, as if he’d stepped straight from a history book into the party. Although the room was already bright, he seemed to be lit from within, like he was standing in the summer afternoon sun. His eyes were bright too, but not with anger. 

“Who are you?” You asked, though it was clear this was another god, you willed Loki to arrive, none of these mortals would be able to help you now and despite your training you felt powerless. All of your energy was focussed on maintaining your illusion, just in case there was someone looking. 

“Ah, child, of course, you do not remember. I forget myself, that we have not seen each other these past centuries. It is I, Lugh.” He stepped back and placed his hands back on the pommel of the broad sword hanging from hip and nodded his head politely. “I knew your mother, long ago, she was dear to my heart and I had searched for you, her beloved daughter, for many years. I have sent for you, though you escaped my man.” He smiled at you indulgently, “you always were such trouble, Estrid. Whatever will we do with you?” 

His words were soft and he was honest and friendly as if he knew you well, but all you could hear were the shouts of your memories. 

Insolent welp

Disgusting

Fallen

You’d been dragged around, half starved, poisoned and beaten. The anxiety that had gripped you so tightly just moments before morphed inside of you, a tight, heavy rage bubbled and filled every pore. How dare he. How dare anyone. Turn up now and play nicely after you had been passed around like a spare part.

“Get away from me.” You kept your voice low, clenching your fists at your side as your anger bubbled within. “Get away from me, right now.” Your rage, like lava, moved in slow motion, rising slowly and heavily. 

“Child, it is imperative you -” 

“No!” You shouted, the light blared brighter, the bulbs smashing around you like fireworks. 

The man reached forwards, and as his fingers touched your own the bubble inside burst and your magic took over, wrapping you in leather and velvet, a shining silver breastplate and epaulettes were revealed by the shimmering blue flame that danced over your body. The meagre outfit you’d once conjured with Loki and Thor was a mere memory compared to the battle ready armour. In your hand you now held a long spear and, as you watched, the flame danced to it’s place upon it, flaring and then dancing in the air. 

But he didn’t let go and as he tightened his grip you were overtaken by the memory of winters in front of a huge fire, piles of furs surrounding you and your mother, sipping wine in a cup and laughing. The snow beyond the entrance of the room fell in soft flakes and the fire smelt of pine and peat. The man was there laughing too, toasting with your mother. 

“You are truly a kind friend, Lugh, to host us so.” Your mothers voice was warm and rich, like sweet chocolate and spice. 

“Brigid, my dearest friend, it is an honour to have you and your beautiful daughter stay with me on your journey home.” 

“Ah, we should discuss that later,” your mother nodded towards you, “I have been planning for Estrid’s future and I fear - sweet girl, perhaps you should go and play a while.” Your mother pointed towards a neat looking pile of woollen capes and a young boy, so familiar, with bright eyes. 

“Go, Estrid, enjoy the snowfall.” Lugh touched the top of your head as he passed and you were thrown back into yourself. 

The man took a step back, his own five pointed spear tapping the floor and, behind him, Loki stood aghast but smiling only for you, his own battle armour shimmering gold and his horns brushing the doorframe. 

“You heard the lady, back away, now.” Loki strode forwards, twin daggers appearing in a flash of magic, he turned his head away from the bright light of the stranger, only facing him when his magic had conjured a pair of black sunglasses to protect his eyes. 

The man sighed and banged the end of his spear on the floor again, a red flame appearing which he swung in a wide arc creating a barrier between himself and Loki. The wall of flames reached almost to the ceiling, blocking your escape and your rescue. 

“Loki!” You cried out, making your first move away from your position at the bar towards him, a hand reaching out, almost touching the flame.

 “Leave him!”

 You rounded on the man, your spear tipped forwards in front of you, half defensive and entirely furious, your teeth ground together. “I don’t know who you are but I won’t go with you, leave me alone!” 

The man rushed forwards, knocking your spear to the side in one deft movement and grabbing your hands, “you must listen you’re in danger. You are being hunted, you must stop using your magic and hide yourself.” 

“By you!” You fought against him, “I won’t be put back there, I won’t.” But something nagged at you, that was why the boy was so familiar, you’d seen those eyes before as the boy, now a man, had earnestly begged for you to stop using your magic. You hadn’t listened, you’d carried on and then - and then you’d been taken again. 

The man began dragging you towards the windows, the too bright light that had kept the guests subdued parted around him like smoke revealing the dark parquet floor.

“I can remove you from this place, but you must stop manifesting this armour, you do not require it and it will only draw their attention.” 

“Let her go!” Loki projected himself across the room, his body still stuck behind the flames but multiple versions of himself appearing in a semi-circle and hemming your kidnapper in. The man glowed brighter, blurring his features beyond recognition. 

With one last attempt to free you Loki, your real Loki, pushed at the flame, shooting his own magic through in one huge green blast, and knocking the man backwards and away from you. 

But you fell too. 

You cried out, rolling on the floor and landing heavily against the doorframe with a sickening thump.

<<Chapter 11

Chapter 13>>

God mentioned

This is just from my own reading, I'm by no means an expert! This is also a fictionalised version of actual mythology, just like Loki & Thor in the MCU.

Lugh: A figure in Irish mythology and belongs to the Tuatha Dé Danann. He's portrayed as a warrior but is also linked to artistic skills as well as truth telling and oath taking.

Lugh and Brigid are similar in that they are linked to many attributes.

In the Irish mythology Lugh challenges Brigid's husband, Bres, who is king. So. Take from that what you will! In this story I will be portraying Lugh and Brigid as friends and kindred spirits.

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Reborn into BG3 - Chapter 5

You're reborn into BG3 with only the memory of your past life. Now you're Tav's companion on his journey, and must learn about yourself as much as your new reality.

Chapter 5: You awake to something unexpected in your tent, and Karlach joins the group!

Word count: 1.3K

You awake holding your pillow rather than resting your head on it.  The early morning light is soft within the confines of your tent, world tinted blue due to the thin nature of the fabric used to protect you.  You yawn and roll onto your back—if you hadn’t been so tired last night you might have noticed how horrendously uncomfortable the ground was compared to a bed.  You noticed it now, even with the bedroll.

Outside your tent is quiet, perhaps too early for the others to wake.  You’d heard them return late last night if only by Karlach’s laughter and Tav shushing her, but still laughing himself.  You hug the pillow to your chest and roll onto your other side to come face to face with a snout and protruding tusks.  You yelp and skuttle backwards, pillow held out before you as your only means of protection against the…boar?  A young boar, by the size of it, not quite a babe but not an adult either.  Still, from snout to tail it is nearly the length of your bedroll.  And there, right in its thick neck, are two little holes.  

It’s dead.  Completely drained of blood. 

Why in all the gods' names was the boar—the boar that Astarion kills—in your tent?!

Theories race through your mind:

Astarion didn’t quite kill the boar and it wandered into your tent to die.

Astarion brought it to your tent and killed it, because he secretly hates eating alone.

Astarion killed it elsewhere and planted it here to make it look like you killed it.

Astarion has nothing to do with this and you’re actually a vampire.  

You press your thumbs against your canines, finding them as they always were—not elongated or extra pointy like Astarion’s.

“What’s wrong?”  The flaps of your tent fly open as a dishevelled Tav jumps inside.  His eyes go over the area, taking in the boar and then you touching your teeth.  You quickly lower your hands.

“Please tell me this is a really unfunny prank,” you beg Tav.  He moves around you and squats by the boar, observing it closely.

The flaps of your tent fly open again and you’re met with possibly the loudest woman you’ve ever met.  

“Hey!  I told you it’s rude to just enter someone’s space without knocking.”  Karlach looks down at you, towering over you as you stay in the ground.  “Oh hells. Now I’ve done it!  Sorry.  I’m Karlach, joined up with your little crew last night.  I was gonna say hi but Gale insisted you needed your rest.”

You give her your name, raising your injured hand to wave.  It’s still a little tight when you flex your fingers, but there’s no pain. 

More uninvited guests arrive when Shadowheart and Astarion each lift a flap of your tent.  If it were possible you think Astarion pales even more at the sight of the boar.

“What’s going on?” Shadowheart questions.

“I’ve heard of being hungry enough to eat a horse but…”  Astarion recovers quickly.  

“I didn’t eat it,” you deny.  You look back at the beast.  “Or kill it.  I woke up and it was here.”

“These holes are strange.”  Tav takes everyone’s attention but his next question is directed at you.  “Do you know what could make them?”

You stutter words but can’t bring yourself to say “vampire”.  

“It looks like the work of a vampire,” Astarion announces,  coming to your rescue.  “Vicious creatures.  We should have someone keeping watch at night—I’ll take tonight so no need to worry.”

Tav nods but his curiosity doesn’t seem sated as he observes the boar.

“But why is it here?” you ask.  

“Looks like it walked in,” Karlach says.  She points to small indents in the fabric on the ground, places where a heavy weight sunk into the earth, exactly like hoof marks would.  They travel around your bedroll and out of the tent.  “There’s a few more outside.  Poor little guy…must have been looking for help.”

Your racing heart begins to calm.  Based on the initial surprise on Astarion’s face Karlach was right, but still.  You look at the dead creature, wondering if it really had just walked into your tent on its own.

Your hand is healed enough that you only need a small wrapping around your palm to keep it safe.  Wyll had done it for you, securing the white cloth with ease.  

“Can’t believe you would take an arrow for a goblin,” Karlach says as she watches.  “Between you and Wyll here we aren’t short on heroes.”

“Not a hero,” you tell her.

“That’s exactly what a hero says,” Karlach counters.  She’s just doing this to distract you from waking to a boar, you think.  But it’s working.  As the group discusses their plans for the day the fact that the boar wandered into your tent seems more and more plausible.  

“You should come with me to see Dammon!” Karlach suggests.  They’d already explained Karlach’s situation to you, fake paladins and all.  “Could use the moral support if I’m being honest.”

“Of course.”  You wanted to check on Arka, too.  You’d never been able to save her in the game, but maybe you could now.  There was never a definitive answer about her death, but if there was a chance you could stop it…

“Great!  Then it’s you and me while these guys have all the fun.”

You look at Tav, who’s talking with Shadowheart.  “What are you guys doing today?”

“Tracking down Halsin.”  Shadowheart eyes the bandage on your hand.  “Are you sure you should be going back to the grove after saving someone that tried to kill them all?”

“Aw,” you hum, “are you worried about me Shadowheart?  That’s so cute.”

The half-elf’s eyes widen as her cheeks darken with a blush.  “Just don’t go taking another arrow for a prisoner.”

You grin at her attitude, and the way she won’t meet your eyes now.

“I won’t,” you promise.  “Unless it’s for Astarion, we made a deal.”

After Dammon gives Karlach a tune up she’s ready to fight anything.  You thought she was going to run off to find the rest of the group if you hadn’t suggested checking around the grove for spies.  

Obviously you weren’t about to send her into the underground where the goblins (maybe) lay in wait, but she could probably handle a bugbear by herself.

And she does, easily.  You’re not even halfway up the hill to get to Nadira before Karlach is pulling her axe from its holster and swinging at the bugbear assassin.  It takes a couple hits before going down, dead at the feet of a proud one-horned tiefling.

Even without Tav some things can be triggered, it seems.  It’s more than a little concerning.

When Karlach is handed the soul coin as thanks you can feel a vibration in the air around it.  The thought of your own soul trapped in a coin makes you shiver.

As you start back down the hill you catch the faintest hint of sulphur.  Your head swivels as you look around, half expecting Raphael to appear but it’s only you and Karlach.

“Something wrong?” she asks when you stop.

Another glance at the grass and flowers around you shows no sign of the devil.  “No, I just thought I heard something.”

That sounds better than “thought I smelled something”.  There was already plenty to smell within the grove, plenty you’d like to not smell between the oxen and the bears.

But your anxiety didn’t leave until you mentioned to a couple of the druids you saw a tiefling boy heading to the beach beyond the grove and thought you heard singing.  They’d exchanged a worried glance before waving over two tiefling guards and heading off.

“You’re worried about singing?” Karlach asks on your way out.  

You think carefully before answering.  “Yeah.  Just…a bad feeling I guess.”

As you leave the grove you see Arka standing above the gate, crossbow in hand.  That was something you’d worry about later.  There was still time, after all.  And you’d have a better idea of how much time after Tav returned tonight.

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it’s officially #LetSansRest day in my timezone, and i couldn’t wait to post my contribution :>

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Reckless | CS55

Summary: Via finds herself caught up in office politics and encounters Carlos Sainz Jr., the intimidating son of her boss. Despite her initial reluctance, she is drawn into a web of intrigue surrounding the Sainz family and their business empire. As tensions rise and secrets unravel, Via and Carlos grapple with professional challenges, personal relationships, and the allure of forbidden romance. Via must navigate the complexities of power, ambition, and desire, ultimately confronting difficult truths about those around her in a world where appearances can be deceiving and loyalties tested.

Warning: Violence, blood, alcohol, smut, fluff, guns

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (Via Driscoll) - appearances from other drivers

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Chapter 2

As the clock ticked down to the quarterly business meeting, Julia and Eleanor were in a frenzy of activity, hurrying to ensure that everything was in order before the impending deadline. With less than thirty minutes remaining, they dashed about the executive suite, orchestrating last-minute preparations and double-checking every detail to guarantee a seamless presentation. The air crackled with tension as they worked tirelessly to meet the looming deadline, their determination unwavering in the face of the impending challenge.

“What time are the drinks arriving?” Eleanor inquired, her voice tinged with urgency as she glanced over at Via, who was diligently setting out notepads and pens in the boardroom.

“They'll be here shortly before 11.” Via replied, her tone calm and assured despite the flurry of activity around her.

She focused intently on her task, ensuring that every detail was attended to in preparation for the upcoming meeting. With time ticking away, Via remained steadfast in her commitment to ensuring the meeting's success, her professionalism unwavering in the face of the mounting pressure.

As Via and Eleanor conducted a final sweep of the boardroom to ensure that everything was in place for the quarterly meeting, Via couldn't shake the sense of unease that had settled over her. She couldn't understand why Mr. Sainz had specifically requested her presence, as she had never been included in his meetings before. Via's attention was drawn to an extra chair positioned to the left of Mr. Sainz's seat. Instantly, her curiosity was piqued. Being privy to the guest list for the meeting, Via realised that the additional chair was not accounted for. 

A sense of apprehension washed over her as she exchanged a meaningful glance with Eleanor, silently acknowledging the anomaly. With a furrowed brow, Via couldn't help but wonder what unexpected developments lay ahead as she took her position in the corner of the room, the mystery of the extra chair lingering in the back of her mind.

“Who else are we expecting?” Via inquired, her curiosity getting the better of her as she turned to Eleanor, seeking clarification.

“Mr. Sainz Jr. will be joining the meeting this morning.” Eleanor hesitantly answered, her tone betraying a hint of uncertainty.

“Is he going to be working for the company?” Via pressed further, her brow furrowing in concern as she contemplated the potential implications of Carlos Sainz Jr.'s presence in the meeting.

“What’s with all the questions, Via?” Eleanor countered, her frustration evident in her tone as she glanced at Via, clearly impatient with her inquiries.

“I’m just curious. Julia said he never used to be involved in the business.” Via responded, her voice tinged with a sense of intrigue as she sought to understand the sudden shift in Carlos Sainz Jr.'s role within the company.

“She’s right, but he’s going to be more involved moving forward. His father is looking forward to teaching him about the business, so the rest of us don’t have much of a choice than to tolerate him.” Eleanor explained, her impatience fading slightly as she offered Via some insight into the situation.

As if on cue, Mr. Sainz Sr. entered the boardroom, his presence commanding attention as he strode purposefully into the room. Via watched as Eleanor, who was at his side almost instantly, exchanged a subtle glance with him, their silent communication speaking volumes about their close rapport.

Via couldn't help but marvel at the synchronicity between Mr. Sainz and Eleanor. In the few times she had been around them together, she had observed how they moved in perfect harmony, as if they were two halves of the same whole. Mr. Sainz always ensured Via was comfortable, whether it was by offering her a seat or ensuring she had refreshments. Their connection was palpable, a testament to the deep bond forged over fifteen years of working closely together.

As Mr. Sainz took his place at the head of the table, Via couldn't shake the sense of awe at witnessing their seamless partnership, their ability to anticipate each other's actions and thoughts a testament to the strength of their relationship. It was a dynamic that commanded respect and admiration, leaving Via with a newfound appreciation for the power of true collaboration.

As Mr. Sainz whispered something to Eleanor, Via couldn't help but notice the sense of urgency in their exchange. Moments later, Eleanor swiftly joined Via in the corner of the room, her expression serious as she relayed the message to Via. 

“Listen to me carefully, Via.” Eleanor stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding as she grabbed Via’s attention. “Everything said during this meeting is strictly confidential. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Via replied, her voice steady as she nodded in acknowledgment.

“Mr. Sainz is going to be testing your loyalty, and if any information leaves this building today, you will be the prime suspect.” Eleanor continued, her words carrying a weight of seriousness that made Via's heart skip a beat.

“Understood, Ms. Pope.” Via agreed, her determination evident as she braced herself for the challenge ahead.

“You do not speak unless spoken to. You stay in this corner with me unless you’re pouring the guests a drink.” Eleanor added with her instructions leaving no room for deviation as she outlined Via’s role in the meeting.

Via's heart raced with anticipation as she absorbed Eleanor's words, her mind racing with possibilities about what Mr. Sainz's whispered instructions could mean for the meeting.

Their conversation was interrupted as the refreshments for the meeting arrived, drawing their attention back to the task at hand. Via and Eleanor quickly made their way to the table, their movements synchronised as they busied themselves with arranging the refreshments for the attendees.

Across the room, Mr. Sainz watched the two women intently, his gaze penetrating as he observed their interactions. Via couldn't help but feel a sense of scrutiny under his watchful eye, a reminder of the gravity of the situation unfolding before them.

Via shifted her focus to the arrival of the first guests as they entered the boardroom and took their seats. With a warm smile, she and Eleanor greeted the executives, their demeanour poised and professional as they welcomed each attendee.

Grabbing a bottle of champagne, Via moved gracefully among the guests, pouring the sparkling liquid into their flutes with practised precision. Soon, the boardroom was filled with the sound of chatter and the clinking of glasses as everyone settled into their seats, anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

As the meeting commenced, Via couldn't help but notice the empty chair reserved for Junior, its significance not lost on her. With Eleanor by her side, she observed Senior rise to his feet, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension as she prepared to face the challenges that lay ahead.

"Good morning, everyone. I’m pleased to see that you all could make it. I know your schedules are quite full at the moment," Mr. Sainz greeted the attendees, his voice carrying a commanding presence that demanded everyone's attention.

Via couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as she listened to Mr. Sainz speak. His authoritative tone and confident demeanour made it clear that he was a force to be reckoned with. Despite her intuition and observational skills, Via found it difficult to read him, his demeanour shrouded in an air of mystery that left her feeling uncertain and apprehensive.

Via remained vigilant, keenly aware of the weight of Mr. Sainz's words and the implications they held for her future within the company. With each passing moment, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being tested, her loyalty and integrity hanging in the balance as she navigated the complexities of corporate intrigue and personal ambition.

“We have an exciting few weeks coming up. We have our annual charity gala happening in a few short weeks and, as far as I can tell, it’s coming together quite well.” Mr. Sainz announced, his gaze shifting down to his notes as he spoke.

Via listened intently, her attention fully focused on Mr. Sainz's words. The mention of the upcoming charity gala sparked a glimmer of excitement within her, despite the tension that hung in the air. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being involved in such a prestigious event, even if her role was primarily behind the scenes.

As Mr. Sainz continued to outline the details of the gala, Via's mind raced with thoughts of the preparations that lay ahead. With each passing moment, she grew more determined to ensure the success of the event, her dedication to her work unwavering.

A brief knock at the door interrupted the meeting, capturing everyone's attention. Eleanor nudged Via, prompting her to answer the door. As Via opened it, she was met with the gaze of Junior, his pebble brown eyes locking with hers for a moment before he entered the boardroom and took his seat beside his father.

“Nice of you to join us, son.” Mr. Sainz remarked casually before continuing down his agenda. “Then later this week, Eleanor and I will be travelling to Spain to check in with our Barcelona branch.”

Via couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue at the mention of the Barcelona branch, her mind already racing with thoughts of the upcoming trip and the potential implications it held for the company.

“Navy blue suit, dotted navy tie.” Eleanor whispered to Via, her voice barely audible as she discreetly pointed out the man sitting next to Junior.

Via nodded in understanding, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took note of the man's attire. She understood the significance of Eleanor's instructions and was determined to carry them out with precision.

“Keep filling his glass. He's inclined to be more cooperative after a few drinks.” Eleanor added, her tone low and deliberate as she emphasised the importance of their strategy.

Via maintained her composure as she made her way down to where the man sat, her smile warm and professional as she caught his eye. As she poured the champagne into his glass, she felt a jolt of discomfort when the man's hand rested on the small of her back, his touch unwelcome and intrusive.

The action didn't go unnoticed by Junior, who shot Via a glance filled with icy disdain, clearly displeased by the man's inappropriate behaviour. In a silent display of solidarity, Junior nudged his champagne flute across the table for Via to pour into, a subtle gesture that did not escape her notice.

Grateful for Junior's intervention, Via poured the champagne into his glass, her nerves easing slightly as she glanced down at him. Despite his outward appearance of calm and collectedness, there was an underlying tension simmering beneath the surface, a silent promise of retribution for any further transgressions against her. 

“Thank you.” Junior murmured under his breath, his voice barely audible but loud enough for Via to hear.

With a small nod of appreciation, she resumed her position in the corner of the room, her focus sharpened as she continued to observe the proceedings with unwavering determination.

“And, as you have all seen, my son, Carlos Jr., will be working under me as he learns the business.” Mr. Sainz continued, his announcement drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

All eyes darted to Junior as Mr. Sainz spoke, and Junior responded with a confident smile, acknowledging the scrutiny with a sense of self-assurance. Despite the weight of expectations placed upon him, Junior remained composed, his demeanour poised and confident as he prepared to embark on his new role within the company.

Via couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue at the revelation, her thoughts swirling with questions about the implications of Junior's newfound position. With each passing moment, the dynamics within the room shifted, setting the stage for a new chapter in the company's journey, one in which Junior's presence would undoubtedly leave a lasting impact on the future direction of the business.

“Why, sir? Are you planning a sabbatical of some kind?” The man next to Junior asked, his interruption causing a ripple of curiosity to sweep through the room.

“I assure you, Henry, I will not be going anywhere.” Mr. Sainz stated firmly, his tone laced with dry amusement as he addressed the impertinent question. “He wishes to be more involved in his family’s business, and I am happy to mentor him.”

Via observed the exchange with keen interest, noting the subtle shift in Mr. Sainz's demeanour as he responded to the man's inquiry. Despite the interruption, Mr. Sainz remained composed and in control, his unwavering commitment to the company's success evident in his response. With each passing moment, Via's admiration for Mr. Sainz's leadership only grew, solidifying her determination to follow his example and excel in her own role within the organisation.

Eleanor's almost imperceptible eye roll did not escape Via's notice, a silent acknowledgment of the frustration simmering beneath the surface at the need for Mr. Sainz to justify his son's presence to his subordinates. Via couldn't help but sympathise with Eleanor's sentiment, understanding the delicate balance of power dynamics within the corporate hierarchy. The fact that Mr. Sainz felt compelled to address the question spoke volumes about the complexities of familial relationships in the context of business, highlighting the intricacies of navigating personal and professional boundaries.

“On a less joyful note, we are faced with a continuous issue that is yet to be resolved. This was the case at the last quarterly meeting too.” Mr. Sainz continued, his tone shifting to one of seriousness as he addressed the room.

“On several occasions, we have seen confidential business information be leaked to the media, which has resulted in an unstable stock exchange and a loss of profits across numerous departments. My question is, why has this not been resolved? Did I not ask you to find the leak and take the appropriate steps to resolve the problem?” Mr. Sainz's voice held a note of frustration as he demanded answers from his team.

Via felt a sense of unease settle over the room as Mr. Sainz addressed the issue head-on, his words underscoring the gravity of the situation. The implications of the leaks were far-reaching, with potentially dire consequences for the company's financial stability and reputation.

As Mr. Sainz's gaze swept across the room, Via couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her colleagues, knowing that the pressure to find a solution weighed heavily on each of them. With each passing moment, the urgency of the situation became increasingly apparent, leaving Via with a sense of determination to do whatever it took to help resolve the issue and restore stability to the company.

“Sir, it’s not so easy to just find the leak.” Henry countered, his voice firm as he addressed Mr. Sainz, causing a ripple of attention to sweep through the room as everyone glanced in his direction. “All the departments have launched internal investigations which have yet to deliver any substantial evidence.”

Henry's words hung heavy in the air, his candid assessment highlighting the challenges inherent in uncovering the source of the leaks. Via couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for her colleague as he spoke, recognizing the immense pressure he must be under to address the issue.

As the tension in the room mounted, Via braced herself for Mr. Sainz's response, knowing that the outcome of the meeting hung in the balance.

“Then try harder.” Mr. Sainz quipped, his tone edged with frustration as he pushed back against Henry's explanation.

“Mr. Sainz, we can’t just fire persons we suspect without any reliable evidence counting in our favour. The investigations need to run their course, and we will go from there.” Henry countered, his response firm but respectful as he defended the cautious approach to handling the situation.

Via observed the exchange with a mixture of apprehension and admiration, recognizing the delicate balance between Mr. Sainz's demands for action and Henry's commitment to due process. The tension in the room was palpable as the two men squared off, each advocating for their respective positions with unwavering determination.

“If you, and your departments, are incapable of conducting a simple investigation, perhaps I should get a third-party investigator in to assist. Perhaps that will lighten the burden on you, Henry,” Mr. Sainz spat, his frustration evident in his tone. “You would think three months would provide you with sufficient time to have at least some leads, but even that seems impossible. Have we truly appointed a bunch of fools to run the departments, or am I hallucinating?”

A chill ran down Via’s back as she listened to the CEO threaten his employees. Despite his harshness, Via couldn't help but acknowledge that he had a point. After three months of investigation, there should have been at least some progress made in uncovering the source of the leaks.

“Mr. Sainz, I assure you, we are trying our best to-" Henry attempted to reason, but Mr. Sainz cut him off abruptly.

“Not to worry, Henry. I will take the necessary measures to ensure this matter is dealt with as soon as possible. We can’t keep losing money as a result of your tardiness.” Mr. Sainz snapped, his tone final and uncompromising as he asserted his authority.

The room grew eerily quiet as the individuals around the table refused to meet the CEO’s eyes, their silence hanging heavy in the air like a palpable tension. Despite the subdued atmosphere, Junior remained a passive bystander, observing the heated meeting with a calm detachment that belied the intensity of the situation.

Via couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she glanced around the room, noting the strained expressions and tense postures of her colleagues. The weight of Mr. Sainz's words lingered in the air, casting a shadow over the room as everyone grappled with the implications of his ultimatum.

As the gruelling forty minutes of the meeting came to an end, Mr. Sainz finally concluded the proceedings, and a collective sense of relief swept through the room as everyone rushed out, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere created by the grumpy CEO. Some lingered for a moment longer to greet Junior, undoubtedly hoping to curry favour with the influential figure.

However, amidst the flurry of activity, Carlos's attention was focused solely on Via. While others vied for his attention, he remained fixated on her, his gaze following her movements as she went about clearing the table of empty champagne flutes and discarding crumpled paper balls into the waste bin.

Via couldn't help but feel a sense of unease under Carlos's scrutiny, the intensity of his gaze leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Despite her discomfort, she remained composed, determined not to let her emotions show as she continued with her tasks, her mind racing with questions about the true nature of Carlos's interest in her.

Via's attention was momentarily diverted from her task as Eleanor's voice rippled through the room, breaking through the tension that lingered in the air. She turned to face Eleanor, her expression attentive as she awaited further instructions.

“Yes, Ms. Pope?” Via responded, her voice steady despite the undercurrent of uncertainty that coursed through her.

“I need you to come with me to Mr. Sainz's office. There are some matters we need to discuss.” Eleanor's gaze lingered on Via for a moment before she spoke again, her tone measured yet inscrutable.

Via's heart skipped a beat at Eleanor's words, a sense of apprehension settling over her as she followed Eleanor out of the boardroom and into the CEO's office. When Via and Eleanor entered Mr. Sainz’s office, they found Junior already in the midst of pouring whisky for his father and himself. The air in the room was thick with tension as Eleanor shut the door behind them, enveloping all four individuals in the confines of the office.

Senior's demeanour was visibly agitated as he threw his notepad down on the desk with a forceful gesture, causing Via to flinch slightly at the sudden movement. The sound echoed in the silence of the room, drawing Junior's attention as he placed his father’s drink down on the coaster on his desk.

“They are fucking imbeciles.” Senior's voice rumbled with palpable frustration, his words laced with contempt as he vented his frustration at the perceived incompetence of his employees. “Three months to conduct an internal investigation? That's unheard of.”

Eleanor, ever the composed presence in the room, wasted no time in addressing her boss's concerns.

“Would you like me to contact the PIs to start investigating?” She questioned, her voice steady despite the tension that permeated the air.

Mr. Sainz's expression softened slightly at Eleanor's offer, a hint of contemplation flickering in his eyes as he considered his next course of action.

“No. There's one more thing I want to do before we contact Verstappen.” He countered, his tone measured yet resolute as he hinted at a plan that had yet to be revealed.

Via listened intently to the exchange, her curiosity piqued by Mr. Sainz's cryptic words. With each passing moment, the anticipation in the room grew, leaving Via with a sense of apprehension about the unknown challenges that lay ahead.

“What’s the plan?” Eleanor wondered aloud, her curiosity mirroring Via's own as they awaited Mr. Sainz's response.

Mr. Sainz glanced briefly at Junior before his gaze settled on Via. With a decisive nod, he made his announcement, his words echoing through the room with unexpected clarity.

“You two will be running the investigation.” He declared, his voice carrying a weight of authority that brooked no argument.

Via's heart skipped a beat at the revelation, her mind racing with a flurry of questions and concerns. She exchanged a quick glance with Eleanor, their shared apprehension mirrored in each other's eyes. Via braced herself for the daunting task that awaited her, knowing that the success of the investigation would depend on her ability to rise to the occasion and prove herself worthy of Mr. Sainz's trust.

“Sir, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Eleanor quickly interjected, her concern evident in her voice as she voiced her reservations about the decision.

Mr. Sainz paused for a moment, considering Eleanor's question before offering his rationale. 

“Two young minds with clear perspectives is all we need. And, if I’m being honest, the leak could have been in that very meeting just now. A mistake will creep in at some point. I just want this handled.” He explained, his tone resolute as he defended his decision. “Will you two help us with this?”

Via felt a surge of apprehension at the weight of the responsibility placed upon her shoulders, but she knew that she couldn't afford to let her doubts overshadow her determination to succeed. With a sense of resolve, she met Mr. Sainz's gaze with unwavering determination.

“Yes, sir.” She agreed, her voice steady despite the uncertainty that lingered in the air.

Carlos, too, voiced his agreement, his expression solemn as he acknowledged the gravity of the task ahead.

“Yes, father.” He affirmed, his commitment unwavering as he prepared to embark on the investigation alongside Via.

As the reality of their new roles sank in, Via couldn't help but feel a sense of determination stirring within her. With Mr. Sainz's trust placed firmly in their hands, she knew that failure was not an option.

“Then it’s decided. Eleanor, will you make sure they have all the information they may need?” Mr. Sainz asked, his voice firm as he addressed Eleanor.

“Of course, sir.” Eleanor nodded in acknowledgment, her efficiency evident as she prepared to assist Via and Carlos in their new roles.

She turned to Via, her demeanour urgent as she grasped her arm, almost pulling her out of the office in her haste to get started on the investigation.

“Leave the girl.” Mr. Sainz requested, his tone softer as he settled back into his seat, signalling the end of the discussion.

Eleanor swallowed hard as she and Carlos exited the office, the weight of the impending investigation hanging heavy in the air. Meanwhile, Via turned back to face Mr. Sainz, her nerves fluttering as she awaited his next words.

“You can come closer, Ms. Driscoll. I don’t bite.” Mr. Sainz chuckled lightly, his demeanour surprisingly relaxed given the gravity of their conversation.

Via feigned a smile as she stepped closer to his desk, her curiosity piqued by his sudden change in tone.

“I’m sure you’re rather overwhelmed with all of this information.” He started, his voice gentle as he acknowledged the daunting task that lay ahead. “When we hire new staff members, we go through an extensive process in confirming their references. You’re one of very few employees who had a squeaky clean background.”

Via's heart skipped a beat at Mr. Sainz's words, her mind racing with a flurry of questions and concerns.

“May I ask where you’re heading with this, sir?” She asked, her voice steady despite the uncertainty that lingered in the air, catching Mr. Sainz by surprise.

“You’re direct. I like that.” Mr. Sainz remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice as he acknowledged Via's straightforwardness. “Eleanor has spoken very highly of you and commended your hard work. That’s why I would like you involved in this investigation. You seem to be quite level-headed, and that’s what I need in someone conducting this investigation. I also thought it would be the perfect opportunity to get Junior involved; a more hands-on approach, if you will.”

Via's heart swelled with a sense of pride at Mr. Sainz's words, her determination to succeed in the investigation growing stronger with each passing moment.

“Certainly, Mr. Sainz. Thank you.” She agreed, her voice steady as she expressed her gratitude for the opportunity.

“Of course, this is a confidential investigation. Not even the executives may know you or Junior are involved. Is that clear?” Mr. Sainz emphasised with his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.

“Understood, sir.” Via assured him, her commitment to maintaining confidentiality unwavering as she prepared to embark on the investigation alongside Junior.

“Good.” Mr. Sainz smiled genuinely, a rare expression that softened his features. “That is all. Oh, please ask Junior to come in.”

Via nodded in acknowledgment as she rose from her seat, her mind still processing the weight of their conversation. She made her way to the door and opened it, fully expecting to find Junior waiting outside.

However, what she found on the other side was something she had not anticipated. Junior stood in front of Eleanor’s desk, his fists resting on the surface as he and Eleanor exchanged tense glances, the air thick with unspoken tension.

“You best tell your father to keep her out of this.” Eleanor warned, her voice laced with a hint of warning as she locked eyes with Junior, her demeanour unwavering despite the palpable tension between them.

Realising the gravity of the situation, Via quietly clicked the office door shut behind her, determined to prevent Mr. Sainz from overhearing their conversation. With each passing moment, the sense of unease in the air grew, leaving Via with a sinking feeling that there were more secrets lurking beneath the surface than she had initially realised.

“It’s too late, Eleanor. She’s already involved.” Carlos countered, his voice firm as he defended his father’s decision. “When are you going to stop questioning my father’s decisions?”

With a tense silence hanging in the air, Carlos pushed himself off Eleanor’s desk, his movements betraying the undercurrents of frustration and tension that simmered beneath the surface. As he turned towards his father’s office, his gaze inadvertently met Via's, and for a fleeting moment, the intensity in his eyes softened.

“Your father is asking for you.” Via stated softly, her voice breaking through the tension-filled atmosphere as she watched Carlos's demeanour shift, his wound-up body gradually softening in response to her words.

In that brief exchange, Via couldn't help but sense the complexity of the dynamics at play, the underlying tensions between father and son, as well as the unspoken connection that seemed to linger between Carlos and Eleanor.

Despite his softened demeanour, Carlos pushed past Via and entered his father’s office without a word, leaving Via to quietly close the door behind him. As the latch clicked into place, the tension in the air seemed to dissipate, leaving Via alone with Eleanor, whose stance had weakened considerably since Carlos's departure. 

Via approached Eleanor cautiously, concern etched into her features as she observed her colleague collapse onto her chair, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as if she had been holding them in for far too long.

“Is everything okay?” Via inquired gently, her voice laced with genuine concern as she reached out to offer Eleanor some comfort.

Eleanor scoffed at the question, her frustration evident in the sharpness of her tone as she struggled to regain her composure. Despite her outward bravado, Via could sense the vulnerability that lay beneath Eleanor's tough exterior, leaving her with a sinking feeling that there was more to Eleanor's distress than met the eye.

“Yes, Via, everything is perfectly fine. I just love babysitting my boss’s son. And, now you’re saddled up with him too.” Eleanor sarcastically replied, her words dripping with bitterness as Via made her way back to her desk. "As if we don’t have more important things to worry about."

Via couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at Eleanor's pointed remark, knowing that her involvement in the investigation had only added to her colleague's burden. With a heavy sigh, she settled back at her desk, the weight of the day's events lingering in the air like a thick fog.

Later that evening, as Via made her way out of the building, the sound of rain echoed off the pavement, its steady rhythm matching the tumultuous thoughts swirling in her mind. On any other day, she might have welcomed the rain as a soothing reprieve from the chaos of the day, but tonight it felt like an ominous portent of the challenges that lay ahead.

Via couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over her, a nagging sense that the storm clouds gathering overhead were just the beginning of a much larger storm looming on the horizon.

Seeking refuge from the relentless rain, Via hurried into a cosy coffee shop just a block away from the office building. The soothing aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her as she navigated through the bustling crowd, her thoughts still consumed by the events of the day and the impending interaction with Carlos for the investigation.

Finding solace in a seat close to the window, Via fumbled through her purse in search of her phone, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. Though she wasn't completely drenched, her hair glistened with droplets that threatened to obscure her phone's screen as she finally managed to unlock it.

With a sigh of frustration, Via opened the Uber app, only to be met with disappointment as she realised there were no available rides nearby.

“Wonderful.” She muttered under her breath, her irritation mounting with each passing moment.

Resigned to her fate, Via removed her coat and hung it over the back of her chair before scrolling through her contacts in search of Neil's number. Amidst the chaos of the crowded coffee shop, she longed for the comfort of familiar company, hoping that Neil would be able to offer some semblance of solace in the midst of her turbulent thoughts.

“Hey, Via.” Neil answered after a few rings, concern evident in his voice. “What's up?”

“The rain!” Via exclaimed, her voice shaky from the cold as she recounted her predicament.

“Where are you? I'll come pick you up.” Neil offered without hesitation, his willingness to help warmed Via's heart despite the chill in the air.

After providing Neil with her location and directions, Via sent him her exact coordinates and hung up, feeling a sense of relief knowing that help was on the way. She tucked her phone away and rubbed her hands together, attempting to generate some warmth as she waited for Neil's arrival.

As Via glanced out of the window, her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Carlos walking by and entering the busy coffee shop. She instinctively turned away, hoping to avoid any awkward encounters, but she couldn't shake the feeling of his presence lingering in the air like a familiar scent.

Carlos stood in line, patiently waiting to place his order, his eyes scanning the crowded coffee shop until they landed on Via's familiar figure. Despite his efforts to maintain a casual demeanour, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her from a distance. He found himself drawn to her, his curiosity piqued by their brief interactions earlier in the day.

Their eyes met briefly in the reflection of the window, sparking a moment of silent recognition between them before Carlos tore his gaze away, his thoughts consumed by the enigma that was Via. Her voice echoed in his mind, its soothing yet firm tone reminiscent of his mother's, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue.

Meanwhile, Neil entered the coffee shop, his eyes scanning the bustling crowd until they landed on Via. With determination in his stride, he made his way towards her, every effort focused on catching her attention and ensuring her safety amidst the chaos of the storm.

“Via!” Neil exclaimed, his voice cutting through the air and drawing both Ana's and Carlos's attention.

Ana turned to see Neil approaching, a warm smile on his face as he helped her into her coat. Carlos's gaze remained fixed on the interaction, his curiosity piqued by the familiarity between Ana and Neil, and the ease with which they shared physical contact.

“It's freezing, and I really just want to get home.” Ana informed Neil, her voice tinged with a hint of urgency as she leaned into his comforting presence.

Neil nodded in understanding, more than happy to assist his friend in any way he could. As they made their way out of the coffee shop, Carlos quickly grabbed his coffee order and followed behind them, the chill of the night air driving them closer together as they sought warmth in each other's company.

“You're shaking, Annie. I have an extra coat in the car.” Neil observed, concern evident in his voice as he pulled Ana closer to him, offering her the comfort and support she needed in that moment.

As Neil and Via reached Neil's car, Via's gaze wandered to the sleek Ferrari parked next to it, realising it belonged to Carlos. She couldn't help but feel a pang of recognition as Carlos greeted her by her full name.

“Olivia.” Carlos greeted her.

“Hello.” Via responded vaguely, her mind still reeling from the encounter as she hurried into Neil's car, eager to put some distance between herself and Carlos.

Carlos's smile faded into a frown as he watched Via retreat, his thoughts swirling with questions and uncertainties. He climbed into his own car, his expression unreadable as he started the engine and drove off with an air of determination.

Back in Neil's car, Via's unease lingered as Neil buckled his seatbelt, his question hanging in the air.

“Who was that?” He wondered aloud, his curiosity reignited by the unexpected interaction.

“That's the boss's son.” Via explained, her voice betraying a hint of apprehension as she glanced out of the window, still processing the encounter.

“Oh! Well, he is attractive.” Neil chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood with a playful remark. “Maybe you should be a bit nicer to him.”

Via managed a weak smile in response, though her thoughts remained consumed by the enigmatic figure of Carlos Sainz Jr. and the mysteries surrounding him.

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Our Flag Means Death Season 2: Exclusive First Look

Vanity Fair joins Stede, Blackbeard, and the rest of the cast on set in New Zealand for an exclusive early look at the second season, debuting on Max in October.

BY SARAH CATHERALL (AUGUST 24, 2023)

Only the fans of Our Flag Means Death can determine whether they’ll be satisfied with the show’s second season, which debuts on Max in October. But if you ask Fernando Frias, who directed three of the season’s episodes, he sounds pretty confident: “If my life depended on saying whether it’s yes or no, I would say yes.’’

It’s December 8, 2022, and the principal actors on Our Flag Means Death as well as the 800-plus extras and crew members have three days left of their three-month shoot for season two. Things are starting to get emotional. “You’ve been the most amazing crew I’ve ever worked with,” says one actor as he wraps his final scene. Frias says it’s like leaving “a long summer camp,” adding, “it’s like a family.”

Rhys Darby as Stede Bonnet. COURTESY OF NICOLA DOVE/MAX.

The series created by David Jenkins was a surprise breakout hit when it debuted in the spring of 2022, building a fiercely devoted fan base with its silly yet emotional deadpan, and defiantly queer take on the adventures of real 18th-century pirates. Everyone involved in Our Flag Means Death is eager to preserve the surprises in store for season two, which kicks off with gentleman pirate Stede Bonnet (Rhys Darby) and softhearted bad boy Blackbeard (Taika Waititi) ruefully separated after finally realizing their love for each other at the end of season one.

It’s “going to be unexpected and surprising, but also very pleasurable and satisfying for those who like the show,” promises executive producer Garrett Basch. It “doesn’t follow the expected route,” teases Con O’Neill, who plays Blackbeard’s devoted enforcer, Izzy. All that means is we’re not at liberty to share too much about what happened on set that day, which included emotional conversations, new cast members, banter with the Kiwi crew, and some seriously killer costumes.

But these exclusive new images give a hint of what is in store. There are fresh faces—Minnie Driver will guest-star as the real-life Irish pirate Anne Bonny, and Ruibo Qian joins the cast as the mysterious merchant Susan—and a lot of New Zealand actors and locations, now that the production has decamped across the Pacific.

“The viewers will see the scope of their world has expanded based on the fact we’re able to get to these amazing locations within a short travel time,” says executive producer Antoine Douaihy. “You will notice a marked difference between the two seasons in terms of the scope and the scale.’’

Minnie Driver joins the cast this season as Anne Bonny. COURTESY OF NICOLA DOVE/MAX.

There will be plenty of familiar faces too, of course. On set that day in Kumeu, New Zealand, a rural area about 20 miles outside of Auckland, are Waititi and Darby along their fellow returning cast members O’Neill, Vico Ortiz (Jim), Kristian Nairn (Wee John), Joel Fry (Frenchie), Matthew Maher (Black Pete), Leslie Jones (Spanish Jackie), Samson Kayo (Oluwande), Ewen Bremner (Nathaniel Buttons), Samba Schutte (Roach), and more. New onboard are two Kiwi actors, Madeleine Sami (most recently of the Australian mystery-comedy Deadloch), and Samoan-born Anapela Polataivao. And there’s one returning figure impossible to miss on the soundstage: The Revenge, the stately ship that Blackbeard—a.k.a. Ed—commandeered at the end of season one. In real life it was carefully transported across the Pacific Ocean from the show’s original Los Angeles soundstages.

The Revenge is vast and impressive, much larger in real life than it appears onscreen. But it’s not the only stunning scenery in store. There are around 50 sets involved in the production of season two, including the 30-acre forest behind the Kumeu Film Studio, Piha Beach, and the wild, black-sand Bethells Beach.

Waititi, who also executive produces the series, was part of the push to film season two in his native New Zealand. “Taika is an extraordinary talent and what’s really great about him with his international success is he’s remained very committed to New Zealand and very loyal to our industry,” says Annie Murray, the CEO of the New Zealand Film Commission. “The beauty of filming in New Zealand is that you can find incredible varied locations within a very short driving distance. [And] when you get to those locations you can turn your camera in any direction.’’

Rhys Darby as Stede Bonnet, filming at New Zealand’s Bethells Beach. COURTESY OF NICOLA DOVE/MAX.

The scope of the season is very evident back on set, as well. There’s a whole other pirate ship in addition to The Revenge, plus sets for a floating market, Stede’s cabin (empty when we visit), and the Republic of Pirates first glimpsed in season one. Behind the scenes it’s a maze of wardrobe, wig rooms, and dressing rooms. In another facility, props are stacked on shelves, ready to be taken away to storage as soon as filming wraps—vases, plates, antique furniture, and piles of mannequins replicating dead bodies which were used in one of the battle scenes.

Costume designer Gypsy Taylor joined the production this season and has designed hundreds of costumes, checking with everyone on set that day to make sure everything is in place before cameras roll. Taylor says each of the principals have six to eight looks in this season, and that every item—every leather belt, wig, bit of jewelry, even a mermaid tail—has been made by her 60-strong workshop. The costumes this season have a “Mad Max, ‘streets of New York’ feel,” says Taylor. “David Jenkins was keen to give the series a cool rock-and-roll vibe…so we had these rock-and-roll elements with an 18th-century twist.’’ As is evidenced in the image below, even Stede’s crew winds up with some unexpected new looks over the course of the season.

Wherever it is these Revenge crew members have found themselves, there’s something that surprised them. COURTESY OF NICOLA DOVE/MAX.

Two armies are part of the action in season two, all of them needing elaborate costumes—around 150 Chinese pirates and a fleet of 100 navy officers. Even the breeches are in studded black leather, and punkified. Says Taylor, “The theory behind their costumes is they would’ve stolen from other pirates…. Although our Wee John has started to become quite the seamstress, so he’s knitting this season.’’ True enough: Nairn is wearing what looks like a hand-knit sweater on set that day.

Wee John isn’t the only pirate getting into crafts. Nancy Hennah, who has managed the hair and makeup for both seasons, points to Blackbeard’s wig—made in London—and tattoos as Waititi works on set. With 14 tattoos on his right arm and 10 on the left, plus plenty of scars, he needs at least an hour in the makeup chair. “Taika wanted most of the tattoos to look like he’d done them himself,” Hennah says. “Like on slow days on the boat when there’s nothing much to do, they sit around and give each other tattoos.”

She gives a hint of a storm in one episode: “One of the hardest days here in makeup was when they were caught in a storm on the back of the boat. [The cast] were saturated for a whole day, which caused havoc with things like tattoos and hair, wigs and beards.’’

Taika Waititi as Blackbeard, who begins the season with a broken heart. COURTESY OF NICOLA DOVE/MAX.

By mid afternoon, Con O’Neill is taking a break in his trailer. He pulls his slim, leather trousered legs up to a corner seat. A candle blazes on the kitchen bench as the veteran actor talks about the physical endurance required during the shoot. “It’s been frantic,’’ he says. His signature gray hair barely moves, frozen by the team of hair stylists who arrived on set around sunrise. (All interviews with actors in this story took place before the SAG-AFTRA strike). 

Izzy “goes on a remarkable journey” this season, says O’Neill. “He understands what love is and whom he’s in love with.’’ On a series featuring a variety of joyful queer relationships—not just Stede and Blackbeard, but Black Pete and Lucius (Nathan Foad), Jim and Oluwande, and Spanish Jackie and her many husbands—Izzy’s unyieldingly straitlaced devotion makes him an odd man out. By the end of season one many fans speculated that Izzy was driven by something at the intersection of love and obsession. This season, according to O’Neill, Izzy gets even deeper into that dynamic. “Physically it’s been quite demanding, and also emotionally it’s been quite demanding to be playing a man enraged by unrequited love, who’s basically a hopeless romantic, and to be able to play all that and also remember that this is fundamentally a comedy.’’

Though the show is often warm and fuzzy when it comes to feelings—one of Stede’s mottos in season one is that when faced with challenges, “we talk it through as a crew”—Izzy represents the darker, more violent side of pirate life, which the show doesn’t shy away from either. “What I love about this show is it does allow itself to swing between the two,” O’Neill says. “We’re almost operatic in our darkness at times, and then we swing back to the sweetness of the simplicity of the love of our two guys. It’s been challenging just to get the tone right.”

“We’ve gone further this season than we did last season with those tones,” he continues. “So sometimes it’s quite interesting to remind yourself that you have to take your foot out of the tragedy—literally, your foot—and put it back into the comedy.”

With a season behind them to build the dynamics between the characters and the actors alike, on set there’s been “a lot more spontaneity and script revisions based on what’s happening day-to-day,” says Douaihy. “The cast are so comfortable with one another and their characters, that they move through it naturally.’’

Leslie Jones as Spanish Jackie and Taika Waititi as Ed a.k.a. Blackbeard. COURTESY OF NICOLA DOVE/MAX.

The way O’Neill puts it, they’ve also built trust with Jenkins, their showrunner, to follow some bigger swings. “I don’t think David Jenkins is ever going to follow an expected route. I’d hate to drive in a car with him.” Thinking of the fans who will greet the series when the show returns in October, O’Neill continues, “I think they’re going to appreciate what [Jenkins] wants. Season two does stick to the original premise that we created in season one, which is take it on to other levels.’’

One character leveling up in a major way this season is Jim, the quiet badass (there are knives involved) played by the nonbinary actor and activist Vico Ortiz. “Jim really evolves in season two,” they say. “They’re a bit more chatty and a bit more conversational…. Most of the first season you see Jim in disguise, hiding, but in this one you see them a bit more [thinking,] Oh, this is my chosen family, and I feel good. There’s a bit more zaniness and a bit more softness.’’

Like O’Neill and several other castmates, Oritz had attended their share of fan events by the time season two began filming, and the entire cast and crew returned to the high seas with a strong sense that their show had taken on a life of its own. “It’s so beautiful to see that people are finding community within the fan base. It’s about creating spaces where we feel safe and seen, and it’s so great to see that so many people watch the show and feel validated in their experiences, whatever that may be,” says Ortiz. “A lot of people that watch the show are like, “Yeah, I’m a guy and it’s good to see all these dudes being vulnerable.’ We can just shake up [ideas about gender].’’

Ruibo Qian joins the cast this season as Susan, a merchant with secrets of her own. COURTESY OF NICOLA DOVE/MAX.

Basch admits the fan following surprised some of the team, “but it made a lot of sense” too. After years of television shows and movies that built up the potential of queer romance only to stop short, Basch thinks the fervor for Our Flag Means Death “says that shows in the mainstream aren’t delivering that promise or that setup, and we have. That’s really why the fans have gone wild for it.”

That promise, it’s safe to say, is kept in season two, and then some. On set that day in December, for example, there was a major romantic moment between two key characters. But we’d risk Ed Teach’s wrath if we told you any more.

Source: Vanity Fair

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[agendabymooner]

gotta be you ! lance s. x ofc (socialite! kpop idol!ofc)

“내 사랑은 너로 시작해 너로 끝나”

(my love starts with you and ends with you.)

summary: they all said not to fall in love with the kid that you married back when you were five, and clearly neither of them got the memo. OR everyone thought that bora mckinnon and lance stroll acted as though the tracks were a rich people’s playground for skirting around their breakup too much, but gossip columns got a hold of their situation regardless of how tightlipped they are about it.

content warning: exes to lovers trope, brief backstory included, lalisa manoban plays the role of ofc polly berkshire, social media + news articles included, fans think that they should steal photocards from lance, mentions of nicholas latifi (best friend), logan sargeant + alex albon content, brief mention of ofc x logan sargeant, use of explicit language, reference to 2ne1's song gotta be you

note: i wanted to use sandara park as a face claim but she and lance honestly don't have the same vibes :( so jisoo it is!

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THE FAST LANE DAILY

BORA MCKINNON MAKES SURPRISE APPEARANCE AT FORMULA ONE FRENCH GP, SPARKS SPECULATION OF REKINDLED ROMANCE WITH LANCE STROLL

in a surprising turn of events, bora mckinnon, the talented member of the globally renowned k-pop group blackpink and future executive of mckinnon enterprises, made a highly anticipated appearance at the formula one french grand prix. the 23-year-old, who had been absent from social media for over a year, attended the prestigious event as a guest of williams racing, raising eyebrows and fueling speculation about her personal life.

bora, the only child of english-korean billionaires kyung-won and yun-seo mckinnon, arrived at the circuit paul ricard in le castellet, france, stunning fans and media alike. her sudden reappearance comes after a prolonged absence from the public eye, leaving many curious about her whereabouts and activities during her social media hiatus.

the reason behind bora's choice to attend the french gp as williams racing's guest, rather than aston martin's, has piqued the interest of fans and formula one enthusiasts. it has been revealed that her former flame, lance stroll, who drives for aston martin, ended their relationship midway through the 2022 season. this breakup, alongside her parents' investment on the junior driving team, seemingly influenced bora's decision to align herself with williams racing, where she immediately struck up a friendship with their new driver, logan sargeant.

the unexpected bond between bora and logan sargeant has caught the attention of fans and media, particularly due to the fact that he replaced bora's best friend, nicholas latifi, on the williams racing team. the duo was seen engaging in friendly conversations and mingling with the same group of people in the paddock, leading to speculation about a potential romantic reconciliation between bora and lance stroll.

as rumors swirl around the former couple, fans are eagerly awaiting any signs of a rekindled romance. observers have noted that bora and lance stroll appeared comfortable in each other's presence, sparking hopes that they may be on the path to reconciliation. however, both parties have remained tight-lipped about their current relationship status, leaving fans to speculate and draw their own conclusions.

bora mckinnon's surprise appearance at the formula one french gp has undoubtedly added an extra layer of excitement to the event. as the blackpink star continues to enjoy her time as williams racing's guest, fans and media will be closely watching for any further developments in her personal life, particularly regarding her relationship with lance stroll.

tagged logansargeant, alex_albon, williamsracing

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user1 LMAO FAVOURITE MURRICAN 😭

nicholaslatifi come back to london first 🙄🤚 liked by boamckinnon

boamckinnon no u :(

nicholaslatifi i've already seen you last canada day when you dragged me to a parade i hadn't even wanted to watch 🤬

boamckinnon don't be a loser you loved getting those free comics

user2 i love that she already made friends with logan even if latifi isn't there anymore

boamckinnon he's my replacement latifi ❤️‍🩹 jk i've known him since he was in f2- a mere child he was.

user2 she's really out here feeding off my delulu 😩

oscarpiastri oh so you hung out with the murrican but not with your favourite australian? smh liked by boamckinnon

boamckinnon don't be silly oscar. of course i went to the alpha tauri to see danielricciardo 🥰

user3 LMFAOJSPODHIP I LOVE HER SO MUCH

user4 oscarpiastri rn: heart❤️ been broke💔🤕 so many times⏰ i don’t know❌🤷‍♀️ what to believe 🍃🙏 yeah👍 mama🤰say it’s my👧😣fault🥺😢 my fault😭😞 i wear my heart💝 on my sleeve👕

pollytaraberk shoot me last photo's @ pls 🤩

alex_albon oh hey 🙂😊

pollytaraberk oh hey :))

alex_albon wyd??? 😁

williamsracing too many rizz of arizzander albono 😍

boamckinnon throwing up rn 🤢

alex_albon "favourite murican and alex" ???? 😭 i took your photos liked by boamckinnon

boamckinnon i can't say favourite thai, polly might kill me 😥

pollytaraberk let that be a warning boamckinnon

alex_albon hi pollytaraberk 👋

pollytaraberk hello alex_albon 💋👋

user5 ALBONO PLS NOT IN BOA'S COMMENT SECTION

logansargeant i'm your only american friend liked by boamckinnon

boamckinnon and there's a reason why sarge 🤩

user6 that's her saying you're from florida

tagged boamckinnon

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boamckinnon i got you some cd in exchange 💔 liked by alex_albon

alex_albon and you didn't need to bc have you seen how expensive that was? 🥲

boamckinnon meh it's a compensation for not being there for A YEAR 💗

logansargeant when she's wearing blue 💙

boamckinnon thx bestie! next time i'll wear the whole flag for you 🤩

logansargeant you have to stop with the usa jokes 😒

williamsracing bora in our area 💙 liked by alex_albon

user1 you probably would've gotten paid more anyway 😭 liked by alex_albon

user2 LMFAO ALEX 😩

nicholaslatifi how's it like replacing me for the job 😇 liked by alex_albon

alex_albon you can have it back. i had to take one too many photos of her

nicholaslatifi she doesn't tell you what your job entails until you're doing it soooo 🙂

user3 what is lance strulovitch doing in this post??? 🤨

user4 lancestroll don't be shy make a comment too

user5 what's he doing 😭

user6 he's somewhere in the paddock rn reminding himself how bad he fumbled as he looks through her photos 😁

user7 lesson learned: don't break up with your girlfriend of six years if you don't wanna see her glow like that w/o you

user8 idk why he'd choose that influencer over her, his literal friend for YEARS like bestie 😭

user9 no fr tho 😥 he and that influencer didn't even last four months

user10 lance and bora were literally magazine cover-level of couple 😭😭 i just want them back together

user11 the way i felt this ^^

THE FAST LANE DAILY

(MCKINNON'S BIRTHDAY THREE DAY BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION FROM TOP TO BOTTOM: BALI, INDONESIA, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA AND LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. PHOTOS FROM INSTAGRAM: LANDO.JPG, POLLYTARABERK AND PIERREGASLY)

BORA MCKINNON'S STAR-STUDDED 24TH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS: LANCE STROLL STEALS THE SPOTLIGHT

bora mckinnon, the charismatic blackpink member and social media sensation, recently celebrated her 24th birthday in true style. the week-long extravaganza saw the k-pop star hosting three extravagant parties, each one more glamorous than the last. however, it was the unexpected presence of formula one driver lance stroll that set tongues wagging and stole the spotlight at the star-studded events.

the first party, held at a luxurious beachfront villa in bali, indonesia, set the tone for bora's birthday celebrations. surrounded by her blackpink bandmates and close friends, the star enjoyed a night of laughter, music, and delectable cuisine. however, it was the arrival of lance stroll, the aston martin driver and bora's former flame, that sent fans and media into a frenzy. the unexpected reunion between the two sparked speculation about a potential rekindling of their romance.

as the birthday festivities continued, bora's second party in seoul, south korea, showcased her love for fashion and glamour. the event attracted a star-studded guest list, including fellow formula one drivers who were eager to join in the celebrations. lance stroll, looking dapper in a tailored suit, mingled effortlessly with the crowd, drawing attention from fans and media alike. the chemistry between bora and lance was palpable, leaving many wondering if their relationship was back on track.

the grand finale of bora's birthday week took place at an exclusive rooftop venue in los angeles, california. the party was a sight to behold, with a-list celebrities, renowned musicians, and, of course, the formula one fraternity in attendance. lance stroll's presence at the event caused a stir among fans and media, who closely observed their interactions throughout the night. the duo was seen engaged in deep conversations, sharing laughter, and even stealing a few intimate moments, fueling rumors of a romantic reconciliation.

while bora and lance have remained tight-lipped about the status of their relationship, their appearances together at all three parties have left fans buzzing with excitement. the attention garnered by lance's attendance has only added to the intrigue surrounding their connection. as fans eagerly await further updates, one thing is certain: bora mckinnon's 24th birthday celebrations will be remembered as a star-studded affair, with lance stroll's presence adding an unexpected twist to the festivities.

as the gossip columns continue to speculate about the nature of their relationship, fans and media will be keeping a close eye on bora and lance, eagerly awaiting any hints or confirmations about their romantic reunion. only time will tell if their love story will once again take center stage, captivating the hearts of fans worldwide.

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[ddejavvu]

jonathan anon again lol!!! I love him so much. how about him introducing shy!you to his mom <3 ur super nervous she won’t like you but she totally adores you

Jonathan's stepped up to slot his keys in the door, and you consider using the time he's not paying attention to you to make your escape. You could do it, beeline back to his car, hotwire it, drive off into the distance with no planned return. But then he might have to walk to school, and you don't want him to have to do that. Before you can decide to sprint anywhere, the lock clicks, and the door swings open at his push.

"Mom," He calls into the house, rather unceremoniously, which makes you nervous, "I'm home, and I brought Y/N!"

"Oh!" A voice comes from the kitchen, honey-sweet but slightly flustered, "Oh, I'll- I'll be right there!"

"Jon-!" You swat at Jonathan's shoulder, hissing at him in a panic, "You said she knew I was coming!"

"No, I said she said you could come over anytime," He corrects you, dropping his backpack on the couch, "So I brought you over today."

This is a disaster. You're now an unexpected, barely-invited guest in the Byers household, and only your boyfriend really wants you there. You've met Will a handful of times, during pick-up or drop-off or just out and about, and he seems to like you, but you're sure he doesn't want you popping up in his living room unannounced. You'd been invited for dinner by your boyfriend, but you're not sure his mother has made enough, so you're not only intruding on their life, but you're putting the extra stress of another mouth to feed on her plate, and she's going to hate you for the burden you're causing, and-

"Will you stop burning holes in the wall? That's a picture of me, you know," Jonathan scoffs, tramping over to where you'd been zoning out to panic and pulling the frame off of the wall, "You're supposed to think I'm cute."

"That's- That is cute," You wanted to respond with a lot more fire than that, due to the nature of your boyfriend's planning abilities, but admittedly, the baby photo of him in nothing but a diaper is adorable. You can see the chubby rolls of his arms and legs, and his stomach pudges out in a round shape you're sure his mother kissed a thousand times.

"-but this is not fair to your mom! She probably didn't make enough, and now I look rude for showing up unannounced, and-"

"She always makes more than enough," He assures you, setting the picture frame down on the table and taking your hands in his. He has a way of looking at you while he speaks that calms the frantic beating of your panicked heart, and you let yourself get lost in his comforting aura for a moment. "She makes one giant meal on Monday nights, then we eat the leftovers until Sunday. Your one portion will not destroy the fabric of the household, Y/N."

"But it'll be one less portion for someone else," You fret, and you know his resulting glare is meant kindly.

"Will has a bad habit of sneaking into the kitchen for midnight meals. You'll just be preventing me from waking up to hear the microwave at one in the morning, babe. You're doing everyone a favor, here. Plus, my mom really wants to meet you. She bugs me every day about bringing you here, just because you're unexpected doesn't mean you're unwanted. Okay?"

You hear frantic footsteps from the kitchen, and nod before she has a chance to catch you in a freak-out, "Okay, Jon, okay."

"Okay." He grins at you, turning in sync with you just in time to see Joyce round the corner out from the kitchen, stuffing an apron onto the counter that she's clearly just taken off.

Her face lights up when she sees you, especially when she notices that Jonathan still has one of your hands in his own. She rushes for a hug, gushing "Hello!", and you're happy to let her engulf you in her embrace.

"Hi," You return just as enthusiastically, if not a little nervous, "Hi, I- I hope I'm not intruding."

You ignore the way Jonathan huffs out a sigh at your near-apology.

"No! No," Joyce pulls back from the hug, keeping her hands on your shoulders and shaking her head, a deep frown over her features, "No honey, not at all! I mean," She brightens, eyes wide, "I was really starting to think he'd made you up, or something! I mean I've been asking for ages, I- I was starting to worry." She concludes, a little drearily. Jonathan had admitted that he was nervous to bring you over in case you were expecting something better, something nicer, something newer, but a newer house with newer contents wouldn't hold the memories you see so plainly here, and you look around to admire the photos displayed.

"It's wonderful here," You promise, feeling Joyce's hands drop to your own and squeeze, "I've never seen baby pictures of Jonathan."

"Oh, I have a bunch." She grins, and Jonathan pales beside you.

"She's seen one!" He attempts to diffuse her excitement, "The- the one on the wall, mom. She's seen me in a diaper, isn't that enough?"

"No, she needs to see you in your Donald Duck Halloween costume," She insists, "After dinner- we're having spaghetti, honey, I hope that's okay." She cuts herself off to peer worriedly at you, and you nod vigorously.

"Oh, great! Okay, after dinner, I'll get the photo albums down, alright? And we can make fun of him," She looks far too eager to tease her son, "Does that sound good?"

"That sounds great," You laugh, at the same time Jonathan groans the opposite.

"Oh, stop," She swats at his chest, "You get to see her all the time, now let me take over."

"Not if you're gonna embarrass me!" Jonathan gripes, turning to you, "Y/N, don't hold my preschool drawings against me. I've gotten better with time, I swear."

"He hasn't," Joyce stage-whispers to you, then gushes to Jonathan, "Of course you have, sweetheart."

She's tugging you off to the dinner table without another word, and you glance back with a grin at Jonathan who looks half-mortified and half-fond.

"Now, sit," She pulls a chair out at the table for you, "And talk, I wanna know everything about you!"

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[mintsvnoo]

MUSE TO MY HEART

PAIRING lee heeseung x gnr

— in which (name) dislikes his academic rival lee heeseung, but they end up partnered for a photography project. late-night shoot turns into an unexpected overnight stay at heeseung's place, and (name) wakes up late with heeseung in their arms, and also a stomach fluttering with butterflies.

GENRE one-sided rivalry to crushes? non-idol au

WARNING|S none

A. NOTE first headcanon, hope youll like it

(more under the cut)

⋆｡ ˚ lee heeseung

“woops looks like u two are late!”

you hated lee heeseung, you just do — his face, eyes, lips, smile, oh how you just hated every bit of him, also doesn't make things better when he just had to be better in academics than you! heck, your crush – which took an amount of self-esteem for you to build up the courage to ask them out, literally rejected you because they had their eyes of that heeseung! a reasonable explanation on why you wanted to die right now when your photography professor announced your partners for a 2 person group project, literally everyone wanted to be partnered with heeseung but you and yet you were the one who was picked to be his darn partner! “hello, y/n? are you listening?” heeseung said while he snapped his fingers to your face, “uh ahm, yes” you replied while leaning back while ghost rolling your eyes. “great! then you being the muse it is!” “wait what”

“move over to the left a bit, a bit more.. there! don't move” *click!* damn even his camera is better than yours, and to be honest being with him is different than you imagined, like TEN times worse than you imagined! it's been hours! and you're still not done with this thing, he had dragged you to so many different places at the point you don't even know where you are at and you didn't know your city is this big?! (you never go outside) plus the project only required ten pictures, so why was he taking a bajillion pictures of you! man did you just want to go home now, “i think thats enough pictures for now, we should get some rest, we need to edit the rendering of this too.” heeseung said after taking the last picture of you, looking back at the photos to see it. “okay.. um where are we exactly?” putting down your numbed arms slightly massaging as heeseung looks up at you, slightly smiling at the question he doesn't hear often, “you don't know this part of the city? where in (insert random city name)—” “(random city name)?! are the trains still stationed at this time?!” you said while checking your phone to see the time, 10:03!? darn it seems like ten isnt your lucky number, gosh theres definitely no train stationed at this time, plus you dont have enough money for a taxi when your place is 3 miles away from this part of the city.. looks like you have to walk all the way home now.. “do you... want to stay at my place for the night? my place is not far from here” the sudden suggestions surprised you taking your attention away from your phone to look at heeseung. “eh?”

every sophomore at your college will be dying just to be in your current situation, eating at heeseung, changing into heeseung clothes, sharing a bed with heeseung.... “sorry couldn't find the extra mats.. you can take the bed ill take the couch” heeseung said as he guided you to his room “no need, ill just take the couch.” “no! you're my guest you should take the bed!” “but-” “no.” and that's why you're now in this predicament, sharing a bed with heeseung, before going to sleep it was fine both at your respected side of the bed, heck there was even two pillows at the middle to keep both of you away from ones side and yet when you woke up the first thing you noticed was that the man you so called hate was all coddled up on you, the pillow dividers long forgotten, and the next thing you noticed was that... crap! your late.

#enha #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen x gn reader #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enhypen x you #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x male reader #heeseung #lee heesung x reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung x male reader #heeseung x female reader #enhypen heeseung #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x y/n #lee heeseung x you #⇢ ˗ˏˋ eviline writes 💬

[noeou]

COMPETITION ASIDE! —- octavinelle + pomefiore

( modern au! ) when they find out you’ve been working beyond your limit.

. . . ⟢ GENRE: fluff.

. . . ⟢ NOTES: old format for this post ‘cause im finishing this prompt. never got the chance to and i love it <3

[ azul ashengrotto | ceo and personal secretary. ]

as your boss, he was under the impression your day ended when his did. that’s why he didn’t work overtime at the office, so you could go home when he did. sometimes you stayed at his place when you worked late together, but that wasn’t too often.

he was concerned when you didn’t show up to his house at six in the morning, per usual. you weren’t ever late in the years he’s been working with you so he wasn’t mad you weren’t there, sure he was irritated but whatever.

when you don’t respond to his texts and show no signs of having shown up at the office, he gets worried. he drives himself to your place, despite the tweel’s protests that one of them should drive him, to check on you.

when i say he panics when you open the door, i mean he panics. you were in the same clothes you wore the day prior, hair a mess, and eyes deprived of sleep.

he pushes down the guilty feeling when he sees the same feelings occupy your eyes. he pulls you close with a hum of acknowledgment, then dragging you inside.

“you didn’t sleep well, if at all, did you?” azul shook his head, admiring your effort as well as your beauty. “go get ready, i’ll inform jade of our absences— ah, don’t object. you’ve earned a day of rest, i’ll see that you get it.”

[ jade leech | company secretary and employee. ]

made checking up on you apart of his duties, without being aware of it. he always stopped by your division just to see you, even if you didn’t notice him.

he was running late one day, unexpected errands his coworker piled up for him were holding him up. he got to your division at lunch, under the pretense he was checking on your project and he was beyond surprised.

your division was empty, as they probably went out for lunch, except for you; a uniform jacket was draped on your shoulder. jade was yet to figure out what pissed him off more: you not sleeping properly or another person taking better care of you than he was.

regardless, he shot a text to azul and tidied up your desk. when he was satisfied, he folded the jacket with an unknown owner and wrote on one of your post-it notes a thanks and put it on top before carrying you to his car.

you woke up at this point, it took everything in him for jade not to scold you on the spot. somehow he succeeded, letting out an uncharacteristic hum to lull you back to sleep.

after settling you into a guest room; jade prepared water, soup, extra pillows, extra blankets, anything you’d need as if you were sick. “i swear, the anxiety you give me takes year off my life.” you may or may not wake up to him asleep in a chair across from you.

[ floyd leech | employee and division leader. ]

unlike the former two, you’re floyd’s superior (aka his boss.) you worked in the testing division, you came up with food ideas and tested them for production.

you worked the most out of your team. yes they worked hard, but at work you were revising theirs; it’s only in overtime you get a chance to work on your own.

he was very much the attend all division parties type of guy, it’s one of the many things that made the both of you so different.

the recent month has been the busiest for you all, and shock horror— the crew decided to celebrate with a party. you were there as they planned on where to go outside the building, only cause you were looking for your keys and the inner parking lot was extremely dark.

floyd took this opportunity to wave said keys in front of you with a scheming grin.

“celebrate with me, l/n. we can go wherever you want… on me.” while it was uncharacteristic of him to offer to pay, you accepted. mainly cause you had nothing better to do, and also the fact you were his ride home so you wouldn’t here the end of it,

[ vil schoenheit | actor and preforming arts student. ]

allow me to start with you are an adult, in college in this timeline.

vil is an alumni at your school, it’s how you met. actually, it’s more because he was a prodigy that breezed right through the course, leaving you behind for another year or so.

guiding you where he could, vil was able to keep tabs on your well being. while he didn’t really struggle with school, it was quite different for you. having the tendency to hyper focus and forget the outside world, vil’s been the anchor to bring you back.

this weighed on him when he was offered an overseas project. while you reassured him to take care of yourself, he knew he’d be too busy to check that.

nonetheless, he went. it was quite clear within the first week, he’d be busier than you both expected. it was radio silence on his end; but you still made an effort to record yourself do skincare when talking about your day and sent it to him in place of face timing.

but what matters in behind the scenes, something that was meant to be his expertise. returning to your private doctor watching over you while you were on bed rest after fainting at school was most certainly unexpected, but not too shocking,

“what did i tell you about taking care of yourself? did we not make an agreement?” he scolded as your doctor took her leave. it took a while until he moved on from it; had only he knew his silence and exams on top of that caused you to be so anxious you fainted and not your lack of rest.. maybe he would’ve let you off the hook.

[ rook hunt | idol and manager. ]

tries not to bother you unless necessary because his group members can already be a handful, but makes sure to talk to you everyday (if that makes sense.) it doesn’t matter if it’s just hello, he’d prefer have a positive relationship with you.

one night you misdialed him, confusing rook a lot. he was surprised by the tiredness in your voice and your weak laugh when you realized it was him you called by mistake.

he stayed on the phone with you until you fell asleep, talking about random things. he didn’t hang up when you stopped responding, he actually went to go get you, your office wasn’t far away from where they practiced so he’d pick you up before going to the dorms.

it was at this point, being the leader of his group held an entirely different meaning and responsibility. slowly but surely, the other members stopped relying on you for all the trivial things, lifting a large weight off of your shoulders.

not only that, a new maturity settled in rook that you didn’t recognize. you weren’t sure what exactly prompted such a change as your memory of the night was hazy, but you were grateful no less.

“i already have their lunch handled. eat with me again, hm?” how could you disagree, your little lunch days were a welcome addition to your schedule.

[ epel felmier | farmer and baker. ]

you and epel are childhood friends, so knowing you well was something he prided himself in.

recently, you entered a baking competition and he was your partner (an honor, truly.) he couldn’t help but notice how much wasted bread began filling the trash cans in your kitchen.

while he wasn’t as skilled as you in the bread making department, he still made the effort of learning through online tutorials so he wasn’t clueless.

being the man of many talents he is, he seemingly surpassed your skill when you first started, however that wasn’t the point.

his intention was to learn terminology and the ‘baking dictionary’ per say, in an attempt to understand your ranting about your struggle in ‘lacking perfection’ better.

epel did make sure to carve you a special pastry as an reward, regardless of if you won or not. baking isn’t as easy as you made it look and he wouldn’t ignore that.

“each pastry tastes better than the last, don’t worry. you’re not giving yourself enough credit.” before you could protest, epel shoved a piece of the bread in your mouth with a smile, “—ah, i won’t hear otherwise.”

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