#i mean if you cant keep your head down undercover
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The Alchemy
Pairing: Logan sargeant x singer!reader
Warnings: Cursing
Authors note: recently realized that every time i include Logan in a fic, he gets points. That is me manifesting xx Not edited, ill edit later. Very loosely based on the alchemy by Taylor swift. This album has me in a chokehold. Also!! Tysm for 1k, I’ve been trying to think of something to do for that xx
Word count: 7.6k (took way too long, thanks Tay)
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“Do you want to go to the f1 race in Miami? Ferrari invited you.”
Your head snaps to your publicist who tilts her head with a questioning look on her face. You set your guitar down, putting an end to your idle strumming. It rests on top of your notebook filled with random lyrics and doodles.
“I didn’t know I was allowed to do that,” you reply, laying back onto the couch you were sat on, shifting to sit in the seat more comfortably.
Your publicist, Aimee, rolls her eyes at your response, clicking away quickly on her phone, “I mean, you’re one of the biggest stars in the world, you could technically do whatever you wanted. It’s just never been in your image to go to sports or whatever. But everyone is gonna be there.”
There it is, the real reason you’d be allowed to go to a race was to be amongst the famous people that Aimee would, no doubt, want you to mingle with. Mingling wasn’t your strong suit.
“Ill think about it,” you give her a tight-lipped smile which she hums in response to, sliding out of the room without another glance at you.
The second she's gone, you collapse against the leather couch, eyes locked onto the ceiling of your studio.
The real reason you wanted to think about going to the race wasn't because Aimee only wanted you to go to get good pr but, instead, it was because of your own personal connection with one of the drivers.
You'd met Logan a year ago at the previous Miami Grand Prix. Noone knew you were there and you had intended to keep it that way before you ran into the driver.
You got in fairly easy, Mercedes VIP pass wrapped around your neck. You were close friends with Lewis who promised he could get you in and out with it still remaining a secret. You had your jacket hood up above your head, hair pulled back away from your face and a pair of sunglasses resting on your nose.
You hadn't thought about how many people you knew would be there. Your eyes stayed trained on the ground for the most part, hoping that it you didn't look up, no one you knew would notice you.
Because you weren't looking where you were going, you didn't see yourself run straight into a taller figure, landing against his hard chest.
Both of you stumble back a bit from the impact and you immediately open your mouth to apologize to the man in front of you but when you look up, the words die in your throat. Your eyes trace the features of the blond man, soaking up every little detail of his pretty face. You can tell he's muscular through his blue t-shirt and your breath catches slightly.
He's speechless when he sees you as well but for a completely different reason. You may not have been in your flashiest clothes or have your usual makeup or hair but anyone with a brain could recognize you if they actually bothered to look. Your music had been everywhere for so long and Logan would be lying if he said he hadn't had a crush on you for the longest time.
When you look up at his face and see him gaping slightly in an attempt to make sure you're actually you, you grasp his hand and start to pull him along before he can blow your cover. You pull him along until you reach a quiet corner, quickly pushing him away from the eyes of other people.
He leans against the wall behind him, crossing his toned arms across his chest and you find yourself gazing again.
“So,” he starts, voice filled with humor, “What is Americas sweetheart doing at a Formula 1 race... Undercover?”
You roll your eyes but cant help the grin that starts to form from the mans words, “I'm not actually supposed to be here.”
“Oh and that's why I got dragged into a dark corner?” the man asks, grin splitting his pretty face.
You laugh but don't catch the pleased look on the man's face, “Yeah, sorry about that. Didn't want anyone to, I don't know, mob me or something.”
“I get it,” when he says it, you can't help but believe he really does get it for some reason. For all you knew, this man might just work PR for…you glance down at his t-shirt to check, Williams Racing!
“Well, thank you for cooperating…?”
The man raises his eyebrows at your questioning tone, “Logan.”
“Thank you for cooperating Logan. I know a lot of people that probably would've fought me for grabbing them like that.”
Logan laughs, head leaning back against the wall gently as the noise leaves his throat, “Its no problem. Are you in the Mercedes garage today?”
You nod at his words, glancing back out to make sure the both of you are still hidden from the outside, “Lewis said he could sneak me in.”
“He didn't do a very good job, then. If I found you out,” Logan grins, leaning away from the wall.
“Maybe not. But you're not gonna tell, are you?” you tilt your head teasingly at the blond, eyes crinkling with the weight of your smile.
He laughs again, sticking his pinky out between the two of you, “I won't, pinky promise.”
You giggle and Logan decides its the only noise he cares to hear from now on. You stick your hand out as well, wrapping your pinky around his and the two of you just stand there for a second, gazing toward the other.
But eventually, both of you seem to remember that there were time-sensitive events about to happen just about 10 meters from where you're stood. You break away from him, smile stuck on your features.
He walks away first, his grin replicating yours. He turns toward you as he walks away, pulling a hand up to wave goodbye slightly as he slides out of the corner.
“See you later, y/n,” he smirks before disappearing from view and something in you tells you you will be seeing him later.
You hurry to the Mercedes garage, having told Lewis you were there 15 minutes ago. He ushers you into his drivers room, telling you that you could chill there until the race started, only a slight bit of concern for your previous whereabouts written on his face. You don’t tell him you think you’d just fallen in love with some random teams random employee, deciding that was a bit too off topic for the currently rushing Lewis who was practically running around his room trying to get his stuff together. He wasn’t stressed since he was, of course, Lewis Hamilton, but this was the most frazzled you’d seen him
“Ill be back before the race starts,” Lewis nods toward you while he opens the door, things clutched in his tattooed hands.
“Have fun, Lew!” you call out, collapsing against his couch the moment he leaves.
You pass the time scrolling through your phone, scribbling random lyrics into your notes app and trying not to fall asleep. Lewis comes back quick enough, sneaking you into the garage with your hood pulled tightly over your hair and sunglasses sat firmly on your face.
No one spares you a second glance and if they do, they know better than to question Lewis Hamilton.
Your eyes are drawn to one of the screens above you, the drivers all stood out in a line together for the national anthem and your eyebrows raise when they land on a certain blond man. Right in front of your eyes, Logan is stood in Williams blue and white next to his teammate as the national anthem plays behind them.
Oh, that cheeky bastard.
Well, at least you now knew where to find him after the race. When the race starts, you try your hardest to stay focused on the Mercedes and cheer for Lewis but you can’t help but let your eyes trace the path of a certain blue car instead.
When the race ends and Logan’s in p8, you find yourself anxiously waiting for Lewis to get back so you can dip. You bounce passively on your heels, fingers picking at the fraying edge of your jacket. The Miami sun beats down relentlessly, making sure you stay safely in the shaded garage.
Lewis gets back quick enough, having not been on the podium this race. You give him a quick hug and a congratulations, telling him you’ll text him if you ended up wanting to get dinner later. You didn’t give him a concrete dinner plan since you had a feeling you’d be busy later.
You practically sprint out of the garage in your effort to find Logan before he leaves, missing the confused look you leave on Lewis’ face as he watches you run.
You honestly had no idea where the Williams garage was but when you see the familiar blue, you stop in your tracks outside the exit. You lean on the wall just outside the door, hoping no one will see you as they leave.
A driver in orange passes you, Oscar maybe, giving you a perplexed look as he walks by. You just dip your head farther, hoping he didn’t recognize you. Or worse, think you’re some kind of stalker.
But before the kid can call any security or ask you for a picture, a familiar laugh sounds out as someone opens the door next to you. You glance up and see Logan exiting and you reach over and grasp his wrist. Logan looks up to see you, his infinite smile seemingly stretching even wider as he see your concealed state.
“Hi, y/n,” he laughs dopily, abandoning whoever he’d been walking out with. You glance over his shoulder to see Oscar with his eyebrows furrowed and you pray any of his concern had disappeared when he saw Logan’s positive reaction.
“Hi, Logan,” you smile back, pulling him away from the garage and hopefully away from anyone at all, ending up in a corner not dissimilar to the what you had pushed him into earlier that day, “Congrats on the points. Can’t believe I thought you worked PR or something.”
He grins again, carding a hand through his sweaty hair. Your eyes trace the fireproofs he hadn’t taken off yet, trying not to ogle the muscles under the shirt.
“Thanks, I’m pretty sure both parts of those are compliments?” your eyes snap back to his and away from his chest. You can tell from the smirk on his face, he had noticed your stare and you try your best to control your blush.
As you two stand in the corner quietly for a moment, you’re surprised when Logan’s the one to break the silence.
“Do you want to get dinner later?” Your eyebrows shoot up in shock at his confidence but they quickly settle as you smile softly.
“I’d love to.”
Logan grins once again, shoulders obviously relaxing at your response, “My phones in my room… or I’d get your number.”
You laugh slightly as he leans back against the wall behind him, his own blush covering his cheeks as you giggle.
“I’ll go with you,” you state simply, shrugging your shoulders and watching as his own eyebrows raise.
“You sure?”
You laugh as he leans closer to you, “yeah I’m sure, Logan. I’ll give you my number and you can send me dinner plans and we can have a great time. Celebrate your win.”
“I didn’t win,” Logan’s face looks somewhere between a grimace and a smile. His hands moved to wrest against his hips. Right where his race suit was also sat.
“You got points. Close enough to a win in my book,” you shrug, smiling big.
Logan laughs loudly, head leaning back against the brick wall behind him and your own laugh joins his, creating a chorus of joy that wasn’t to common on these parts of the paddock.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll text you then. Come on, I need to shower,” he says to you, returning the previous favor by grasping your wrist in his and pulling you along to his drivers room. When he starts walking, you slide your wrist out of his grasp and intertwine your fingers instead, pretending not to see the grin that splits his face.
When you get to his room, you quickly put your number in his phone before exiting. As much as you wish you could’ve stayed, you had places to be and if you were going on a date, you'd need a few hours.
Logan texts you the minute you're in the car back to your place and you grin stupidly at the words on your screen, texting back quickly.
The date goes well, Logan being a perfect gentleman the whole time. He had picked a nice steakhouse he had no doubt been to a couple times growing up, considering you knew how he’d grown up. You had definitely not pulled his Wikipedia up the second your feet hit the floor of your room.
He sips his wine passively, much more interested in the stories you were telling about being on tour and the time one of your backup dancers had accidentally hooked up with one of the drivers. He offers to cut your steak for you and you let him, simply because none of your ex’s would have ever done something as small as that. He reads the dessert menu to you, asking the waiter for a second fork when you order the chocolate cake despite your objections about having your own slice. You both laugh but you shake your head when he offers to get a different piece. He picks up the bill despite your protests, sliding his card into the check and handing it back before you can even attempt to grab it from him. Then he walks you back to the car, arm around your shoulders as you try not to trip in your heels. When he drops you off, he moves to walk away from your doorstep but you’re quick to grasp his wrist, pulling him in and slamming the door behind the both of you.
That had been a year ago and you were still in love with Logan.
A year of Logan sneaking you in and out of the garage and a year of coincidentally scheduling tour shows to line up with race weekends. You’d released two albums about him. Not even your own manager knew who the songs were about. The only person who knew about the relationship was Lewis, who figured it out pretty quickly when you didn’t text him to get dinner that very first night. He was actually quite helpful in getting you in and out of the paddocks all across the world. He was pretty private to begin with so no one asked him many questions about where he was sneaking off to.
It’s not that you didn’t want to world to know about your relationship. It’s more that it was nice to have something you loved be private for once. Every boyfriend you’d ever had was inevitably mobbed by fans every time they stepped outside. Not that you were too empathetic. Half of your ex’s were contractually obligated to date you by your agency and the other half just sucked as people.
Logan was the first boyfriend you truly loved and got to choose to be with every day. Also, if your agency found out you’d secretly been dating someone and sneaking around for a year, you’d never hear the end of it and you’d probably get dropped for breach of contract, or whatever.
You didn’t tell anyone else on the grid. You would've but Logan dissuaded you after telling you that none of them could keep a secret for their lives.
So, the second Aimee left the room, your first calls is to Logan.
“Hey baby,” Logans voice echoes across the phone. You can hear a bit of exhaustion in his voice and recall him telling you he was about to work out, “Whats up?”
You can't help the heat that rises to your cheeks at even his simplest words, “Hey, are you free to talk?”
“Yeah, yeah, just finished working out with Benny,” He replies, and you car hear the beep of a car unlocking and the door opening before closing, “Everything okay?”
You hum, shifting in your seat, “Yeah, I'm fine. Aimee just asked if I wanted to go to the Miami gp with Ferrari.”
There's a few seconds of silence from Logans end of the phone before he responds, “Do you want to?”
“It’d be nice to go and not have to hide in the back of Mercedes,” you sigh, weighing the pros and cons, “But I don't want to go with Ferrari.”
“You can't pick the garage?”
“I’ll try but I feel like Aimee will just stick me in whatever garage she wants me in,” you sigh again, sinking dejectedly into the couch, “Not sure I'd get much of a choice.”
“I’d love to have you there,” you can hear the slight smile in his voice and you laugh warmly despite your previous annoyance.
“Ill try and convince her. I'll see you there Logan,” you smile, sitting up in your seat. You fiddle with a piece of your hair, glancing around the small room you're in. You weren't super confident you could convince Aimee but if Logan wanted you there, you'd try your hardest to get in the Williams garage.
Logan laughs, “See you there, babe. Love you.”
“Love you too,” Logan hangs up and you smile, tossing your phone down next to you. You're quick to pick it back up though, texting Aimee to ask if you can be in the Williams garage instead.
When the day of the Miami GP arrives and your stood in the Williams garage, its as much of a surprise to you as it is to everyone else. You had spent the past month trying to convince Aimee to let you sit in Williams instead of Ferrari. She had spent the past month telling you that it’d be better for your image to be in Ferrari.
You hadn't told Logan you’d be in his garage since, until that morning, you didn’t know you would be. You weren’t initially sure what made her change her mind but when you entered the garage and saw several celebrities almost more famous than yourself, it made sense. Of course she’d only agree to get you to be seen interacting with more a-listers. Jokes on her, though, because instead of staying in the garage for the next few hours, you decided to walk around. You were actually hoping to find Lewis in something other than a dark corner for once.
On the other side of the paddock, Logan had ended up in Ferraris hospitality after Oscar had dragged him along to meet up with Lando who was meeting up with Carlos who was meeting up with Charles who was meeting up with Max. So, in the end, Logan felt out of his element.
He chair sat slightly away from the others as they all talked about Miami, a place that Logan honestly didn’t have much to say about anymore. Maybe if someone asked, he’d say something. But he honestly wasn’t feeling it. He’d be more enthused if you were stood in his garage instead of Charles’, cheering him on. But, no, Aimee had you stuck in the red and yellow.
“Did you guys hear that y/n l/n is here?” A Spanish accent rings out from across the little circle of chairs, causing Logan’s head to snap up.
Lando’s head shoots up as well, eyes locking onto Carlos’, “You’re kidding! I love her!”
Carlos nods his head at the Brit, grinning widely, “Yeah, I heard some engineers talking about her earlier!”
Max snorts, shaking his head in disbelief, “If she was here, one of us would’ve seen her already. She’s not in either of our garages,” Max gestures between him and Charles who’s sat with an agreeable look on his face, nodding at Max’s words.
“I’m gonna ask around. If she’s here there’s no way I’m not giving her my number,” Lando laughs, already looking around for someone to interrogate. Logan has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes. Although it was weird Charles hadn’t seen you. Maybe he’d just left before you’d arrived.
“You sure she’s even single, mate?” Oscar asks the brunette man, laughing slightly as he turns around toward the Aussie with a smirk on his face.
“She hasn’t been seen with anyone in like a year and a half and there’s definitely no shortage of men in love with her. I’m about to jump on that before anyone else here snatches her up,” Lando laughs again, standing up from his chair quickly almost as if he’s about to sprint out but suddenly Lewis appears beside the little group, catching Lando before he can.
“What are you guys doing?” Lewis asks with a raised eyebrow, eyes surveying the group before they stop on Logan. Logan glances away from the older man quickly, choosing instead to stare at the ground.
“Talking about y/n l/n. Apparently she’s here and Landos so in love with her that he’s about to sprint out and find her. I’d want her number too but Lando seems more passionate,” Carlos laughs and Charles nods along with a grin. Lewis’ eyes land back on Logan with a small smirk gracing his features.
“Yeah but we’re not sure she’s even here, we all think she would’ve been in one of our garages if she was here,” Max continues, gesturing toward his fellow drivers. Logan has a sneaking suspicion he meant every garage beside Williams.
Logan grins again, pushing Lando softly back into his seat. Logan can feel the man’s gaze on his lowered head as he respond, “Well, she’s is here. She’s in the Williams garage.”
With that, Logan’s head snaps up to meet Lewis eyes and the eyes of all the other drivers move quickly toward Logan who’s too busy looking at Lewis to sink under their piercing gazes.
“She’s looking for you,” Lewis nods at Logan who’s quickly to stand from his seat, six pairs of eyes on his back as he turns away.
“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath as he starts to walk away from the group, his movements quickly turning into a run.
Back in the little circle, Lando sits with a pouty look on his face while everyone besides Lewis sits with incredulous looks on their faces. Lewis sits proudly, a small smirk on his face. Oscar is the one to break the silence.
“What the fuck just happened?”
Logan reaches the garage quick enough, hearing whispers of your name echo between engineers and PR workers alike, all mumbling about your surprising presence in the garage.
He jogs lightly over to Alex, slinging an arm around the taller drivers shoulders. The man turns away from the conversation he was having with Lily, furrowing an eyebrow at the weirdly exhausted American.
“What’s up mate?”
“Have you seen y/n?” Logan says through labored breaths, eyes tracing every corner of the building in search of a sign of you.
Alex shakes his head, glancing back toward his girlfriend, both with matching confused looks on their faces, “Nah mate, apparently we’ve just missed her.”
Logan groans dramatically, sliding away from Alex and moving toward the exit once again, correctly assuming you must be looking for Lewis. Alex turns back to Lily whose confusion mirrors his.
“What was that about?”
“No idea.”
Logan’s once again jogging through the paddock in search of you, praying he gets there before Lando can thoroughly weird you out or flirt enough to give you trauma.
His heads bowed to shield himself from the Miami heat so he doesn’t see himself run straight into someone. He reaches out to catch whoever he’s just thrown toward the ground and when he looks up he’s met with your pretty face. He’s honestly never been more relieved to see someone.
“Hi,” you smile softly as he leans you back to standing, arms still wrapped gently around your torso.
“Hi,” he laughs, out of breath from his jog. You both stand and stare in each others eyes for a moment, adoration in the air between you.
“That felt quite familiar,” you break the trance, laughing as his arms finally move away from you in order to keep a little decorum.
Logan barks a laugh, hand moving to run through his blonde hair as he glances toward the ground abashedly, “Yeah, except this time, you’re not pulling me into a dark corner.”
You glance around at the bustling people around you, realizing how little you cared about people seeing you interact. A weight feels like it’s been lifted off your shoulders at the fact you don’t have to hide your conversations around here anymore. It actually felt quite freeing.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” you reply, smiling as sunlight hits the side of your face, eyes not catching the loving stare Logan is sending your way as you bask in the Miami sun.
Logan grins, eventually pulling you away from the sun as he grasps your wrist. You lean into his side slightly, keeping a reasonable distance for people to think you’re just close friends. You’d already talked about how mad your agency would be if they found out you were dating. So you both agreed interactions in the paddock would be kept to platonic.
But as much as you tried to keep them so, you could only do so much. It was hard to keep the love out of your eyes as you stared at Logan, eyes tracing the side of his face. Anyone with eyes could see how gently he held you, with all the love and care in the world.
As you arrived back at the Williams garage, Logan kept walking and pulled the two of you back into his room as quietly as he could. Shutting the door gently behind him. As soon as the doors closed, your hand is wrapping around the side of his face and pulling him down to meet him in a gentle kiss.
He smiles into it, arms wrapping around your shoulders as you walk the two of you back to the couch, both flopping down onto it. You lean back against the arm rest as he lays against your chest, the exhaustion of a race weekend finally catching up with him.
“Go to sleep baby,” you say quietly, fingers carding through his sun-bleached hair, “You’ve got more than a few hours. I’ll wake you up when someone comes to get you.”
Logan hums half-heartedly, eyes already closing as he shifts to sit against you more comfortably, sleep quickly overtaking him. You scratch his head passively as he sleeps, almost petting him as if he was a golden retriever. You slide your phone open, mumbling lyrics and rhythms under your breath. You mange to type a few verses into your phone with one hand, occasionally having to pull your other hand away from his head momentarily. Every time you did, though, he’d shift in his sleep and your hand would go right back.
It’s a few hours of this before anyone comes to disrupt his nap, the door sliding open without a knock. Your eyes catch Alex’ and you quickly raise your hand with a shushing motion, gesturing down at the man sleeping on top of you. Although, Alex seems more preoccupied with your presence than Logan’s sleeping state, mouth dropping open as he takes in you and his teammates predicament.
“The team needs Logan, they’re about to start getting ready,” Alex manages to spit out, eyes still bouncing between the two of you. You nod, moving one hand to tap at Logan’s face lightly. The man groans through his tiredness, eyes cracking open slowly.
“Teams getting ready, they need you,” you smile down at him. He glances up at you with a small smile, eventually rolling off of you to stand up with a yawn.
Only then do his eyes catch on his teammate stood by the door, shock and confusion lacing his figure. Logan just waves slightly, drowsiness still fogging his mind. Alex blinks, arms frozen to his side.
When Logan grabs his stuff and steps out of the small room, stopping to give you a kiss on his way out, Alex finally snaps out of his haze.
“What the hell, man?” Alex manages to spit out.
Logan yawns as he walks by his teammate, a hand reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes, “Huh?”
Alex splutters through his words incredulously, “Why were you sleeping on top of y/n l/n? One of the biggest stars in the world was just hanging out in your room!?”
Logan hums, running a hand over the lines that had appeared on his face during his nap, “That’s my girl, man.”
Alex stops in his tracks, eyes wide and mouth dropped in shock, “What!?”
Logan rolls his eyes at his teammates dramatics, dragging him along next to him and also gesturing for Alex to keep his volume down, “Yeah, we’ve been together for a year and a few months.”
“Mate, what? She’s released like 3 albums in that time,” Alex starts before he seems to come to a realization, eyes snapping back to Logan again, “Oh my god, is reputation about you!?”
When Logan concedes and nods in response, a grin break out on his teammates face, “What about Lover? Or nonsense? Or espresso? Oh my god, so many of her songs must be about you!”
Logan holds back his annoyance, blaming his exasperation on his quite recent wake up call, taking a moment to remind himself that Alex was just surprised. If this had been any other day, he’d take any chance to talk about how cool you were or how much he loved you. But after everything with Landos crush and the boys thinking you’d only ever been seen in their garages, he was honestly annoyed. Not at you, of course, just at how everyone was acting without any tact.
“Yeah, come on, the team needs us,” Logan yawns, dragging his teammate down the hall, the latter still with a stupid grin on his face.
You stepped back into the garage again eventually, eyes scanning the parts of the garage you hadn’t seen before while hidden in the corners. Of course, the Williams garage was completely unfamiliar. But you hoped it wouldn’t be unfamiliar anymore after today.
You can feel the cameras and questioning glances on you, wondering why you’d be at an f1 race, let alone Williams. Everyone thought you’d be in Red Bull or Ferrari or at the least, Alpine, since several of your athlete friends had invested.
You’re not sure what the rules are for drivers going into garages that aren’t theirs but you’re ninety-nine percent sure Lando wasn’t supposed to be here. It didn’t help that he seemed to have dragged Oscar, Max and Charles along with him.
“Oh my god, y/n l/n!” You hear the Brit call out first, giddiness lacing his words. You glance over to see the four drivers approaching, turning your gaze back to the team momentarily to check if this was allowed. There’s uneasy looks on their faces but none of them move to kick them out so you turn back to the quartet.
“Hi?” You smile with a raised eyebrow and you swear you see Lando blush. Oscar rolls his eyes as the older driver starts dramatically fanning himself.
Charles is the first person to respond normally, sticking out his hand as he leans toward you, “It’s nice to meet you, we’re big fans. Some of us obviously more than others.”
You laugh as Charles side-eyes Lando who responds by sticking his tongue out. Their interactions made sense considering you were pretty sure half of them never graduated high school. You reach out and shake Charles’ hand before dropping it as Max reaches out his own.
“I’m Max, not sure how much you know about F1,” Max states, tilting his head. If only he knew just how many races you'd been to.
You nod your head with a small smile, ignoring the way Lando is staring with a dopey look on his face, “Yeah, yeah, I've actually watched a lot of races, so I've seen you win a lot haha.”
Max smirks slightly, shaking his head. Lando frowns as Oscar elbows him and mumbles something under his breath, “She’s never seen you win, mate.”
Your head snaps toward the drivers in papaya as Lando practically tackles Oscar, putting the Aussie in a headlock. You tilt your head toward Charles who’s watching with a frown but makes no effort to separate the pair, “This happen a lot?”
He hums, nodding his head, not taking his gaze away from the thing 1 and thing 2 now on the ground in front of you, “Yeah, they’re like puppies, got to let them get their energy out somehow. No ones been seriously maimed. Yet.”
You snort, finally looking away from the idiots as you hear someone walk up behind you, Charles and Max, the latter turning around as well.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” The commanding voice of the Williams team principal rings out, causing the two mclarens to halt their movements, immediately separating as they stand up.
James surveys the little group for a few moments and you look over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of blond hair before it disappears.
“Now,” James starts, scanning the drivers in front of him, all in varying colors of team shirts, “I could probably get you all in trouble for being in my garage but since I’ve heard a lot of excitement about our guest today, I’ll let it slide.”
You looks back to the man in front of you when you hear a mention of yourself, skin heating as several pairs of eyes all look to you. You look away and back to where you’d seen Logan, hoping for a quick escape. You find him but you watch as he makes eye contact with Lando before turning away as quick as he can. Lando, on the other hand, shoots a hand out to point at the driver, moving forward toward him.
“Logan!” He yells as the aforementioned driver turns away, making himself busy with pretending to be helping Alex, “I need to know what he did to get you in his garage!”
Lando gestures at you before moving to walk past you. He only makes it a few steps before James is stepping in front of him, pushing the lighter man back slightly, “I actually believe you will all be going back to your own garages, yes? It’s almost time for the race.”
Lando frowns with a suspicious look on his face, planting his feet firmly in the ground beneath him as if challenging James to move him. Oscar rolls his eyes before grabbing the brunettes wrist and dragging him out of the room, waving slightly at Logan as he exits.
Charles and Max both wave at you as they leave but Max is the one calling out, “Nice to meet you, y/n.”
You smile at the pair, waving them goodbye. You sigh as you turn around, tiredness filling your face. James stops you before you can stalk off to your seat for the race, hands grasping your shoulders lightly.
“It’s nice to finally meet my drivers girlfriend,” there’s a knowing look on the man’s face and you open your mouth to respond but he beats you to it, “He didn’t tell me. But I saw you two in the hall earlier, the boy had love written on his face, it would’ve been hard to miss.”
You blush, looking down toward the ground with a smile, “Thanks Mr Vowles, it’s nice to meet you as well.”
James laughs, ruffling your hair as he leans away, “Have a fun day, kid. Maybe you’re his lucky charm. And you can call me James.”
You smile as you walk away, smoothing your hair back to place. You weren’t too annoyed by the antics since it was pretty windy anyway, your hair had already been going wild.
“Thanks, James. Good luck, today.”
He just nods in response before slipping away, no doubt to get ready for the race. You turn to talk to Logan but he’s already been swept up in the chaos of the pre-race so you leave him to it, finally making it to your designated seat for the day.
It’s not long before it’s lights out and away we go.
P3. P fucking 3. Logan had just gotten a podium.
You don’t think you’d ever screamed as loud as you had when he crossed the line. Luckily, Alex’ girlfriend, Lily seems just as excited as you, jumping up and down as the team celebrated around you. Fortunately, Alex had had a good race as well, finishing in fifth.
You didn’t bother wiping the tears that were falling from your eyes, too busy trying not to fall over in your expensive heels as Lily dragged you to where the team was meeting at the barriers. Sun shines brightly down on you all, painting your faces with a warming light. Williams employees revel in joy from all around you, pure happiness gracing their usually joy-deprived faces.
The crowd seems to part as you and Lily make your way to the barriers, grasping at each other tightly, trying to make sure this was all real.
Tears stream down your face, no doubt taking your mascara with them. You have to gasp for air more than a couple times, pure elation taking over your breath. You watch as the blue car rolls in front of you, slowing to a stop. Lily hugs your arm tightly, already having heard about your relationship from Alex. You see Alex’ car out of the corner of your eye but you’re too busy trying not to collapse.
Logan steps out of the car, hands visibly shaking. You can practically see the smile through his helmet as he stands on the nose of his car, the crowds of Miami cheering for their hometown hero.
He jumps down and moves to take off his helmet, gloves coming off with them. He glances around at the crowd above him, taking in the moment he gets to be the hero for once, gets to be revered. But his eyes do move away, tracing the crowd for his team.
When his eyes land on yours, another tear slides down your face and drops off into the warm concrete below you. His grin in that moment could move mountains, filled with enough pure joy to heal any aches and pains you’ve ever felt. You can’t look away from his child-like joy, having never seen him this happy in your entire year of dating. His eyes widen with a warmth you wish you could find a way to stay in forever, almost rivaling the warmth of the Miami sun.
Someone from race control tries to get him to go get weighed but he’s dropping his helmet before taking off in a run. He reaches you and before you can even say a word, he’s grasping your face in his hands and leaning down to put his lips against yours, melting into your embrace.
Screams echo around you but all you can hear is the words Logan whispers as he breaks away, leaning his forehead against yours, “I did it, baby.”
You laugh, leaning toward him as he reaches a hand up and wipes away your tears, “Yeah, you did. I’m so proud of you!”
Logan smiles, closing his eyes momentarily to take in the love between you, “Thank you for coming, I love you so much, baby.”
You tilt his head up to catch his lips in another searing kiss, hoping he can feel just how proud and in love with him you are, “I love you too, so, so much.”
You’re both just grasping at each other, praying to be able to simply hold each other for as long as you can before someone pulls him away. Unfortunately, that comes sooner than you’d hoped as someone from race control pulls him away to get weighed. You finally break from the trance he’d put you in, looking around to see Charles and Max staring at Logan as he walks in front of them, glances shared between the pair in p1 and p2.
Lily wraps an arm around you as Alex walks away from her as well and you lean your head on your shoulder, watching as your boyfriends talk after getting weighed, obvious congratulations and pats on the back being shared between the two.
You knew this would make Aimee mad, but you honestly couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were too busy being young and in love. You could always find a different agency, you were in high demand after all.
Logan’s stood to the side with Alex when Lando walks up, eyebrows furrowed deeply as he surveys the Williams drivers.
“What the hell was that, mate?” Lando calls out to Logan, confusion creeping through his outward disapproval.
Logan laughs at the Brits face, sensing a bit of disappointment in the McLaren drivers demeanor, “The podium?”
Lando rolls his eyes, running a hand through his curls, “You know that’s not what I meant.”
Logan laughs again as Alex throws his arm over the younger drivers shoulder, preparing to steer the two of them to interviews, “Just kissing my girlfriend, mate. Nothing else to it.”
Lando seems to be even more confused as the Williams drivers walk away, although he does eventually manage to shout out a final sentence, “How’d you manage that!?”
Logan practically cackles as Alex snorts, knowing as much as he did that it was a miracle he had pulled you, “I’m not sure either!”
They do eventually make it to interviews and then podium, Logan sending a heart down at you with his hands before Charles and Max turn to him, champagne in hand. Logan stands there and takes it, Miami sunlight bounces off the rivulets of alcohol that cascade across his tanned skin, still hot with the warmth that had infected him during the race.
The next morning, you don’t remember much from the night before. You had gone out to celebrate with Logan and of course, it was Miami and you were known so it wasn’t too hard to find the best spots. Drinks flowed and music pumped and you’re pretty sure you were hanging out with pitbull at one point.
Logan was still asleep in your bed in your Miami home, shirt missing and a distinct smell of beer sticking to his skin. His hair was ruffled and random pieces of glitter floated around his skin. His shins were hanging off the edge of the bed and random marks littered his exposed back, scratches and bruises, no doubt your fault, painting his usually blank skin with hues of red and purple. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been more in love with him.
You slide from the bed quietly, moving toward your guitar as a sudden bout of lyrics plagues your mind, begging to be released. You strum passively as you sit out on your balcony, humming lyrics under your breath as Logan remains asleep soundly in your bedroom.
“Said it’s still reserved for me … who are we.. fight the alchemy?”
A month later, Logan’s entering the paddock, his phone clutched tightly in his hand and headphone covering his ears. He’s making his way to his garage when he’s suddenly bombarded by the same five drivers from Miami, all talking over each other.
“Calm down, one at a time, please,” Logan sighs, waiting for them to quit speaking at the same time. They all stop, Carlos being the one to speak first.
“Have you heard the new y/n song?” Carlos asks, eyes raised widely. Logan laughs as he asks it, sliding his phone open to Spotify, proudly showcasing your new song playing on loop.
The Alchemy - y/n l/n
Logan slides his phone in his pocket, walking away before Lando can wax poetic about you or complain about Logan stealing you away from him. Logan glances back to see Oscar covering Landos ears as the song starts to play from a nearby speaker. Logan laughs as Charles, max and Carlos do the opposite of helping by deciding to sing it loudly in the Mclaren boys face.
Alex watches his teammate walk up, pulling off his headphones to find the song also playing the garage. Alex laughs, leaning his head back in content, basking in the pure happiness radiating through the atmosphere this weekend.
“Good song,” Alex hums, cracking an eye open to see a wide grin split the younger man’s face.
“Thanks man, it’s about me.”
Alex laughs, leaning back against the chair he was sitting in, watching as Logan sways to the song, lips moving to the words no one else had had time to learn yet.
Alex closes his eyes again, letting the rhythm of the song and Logan’s hums take over his hearing. He wasn’t sure about your relationship at first but he honestly hoped you’d stay together just so he could see Logan this happy every weekend.
You, on the other side of the world, were listening to the song at the very same time, singing the lyrics to yourself and dancing to a song Logan had been hearing for the past month non-stop.
As you danced along, you just knew Logan was out there somewhere, dancing with you.
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#scheduled#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 imagine#f1 x female reader#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#f1 x you#f1 smau#logan sargeant x fem!reader#logan sargeant x you#logan sargent x reader#logan sargeant x reader#logan sargent fluff#fem!driver!reader
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hey!! i wanted to request sum, so here it goes!:
armin was always showing off his pretty gf to his friends, but once they started hitting on her, he decided to show them who actually she belonged to!! 🤭🤭
a/n: ugh i live for jealous armin 🤭🩷 he's lowkey mean in this and much more dominant than i imagine he'd be but it was fun to write so ENJOY 🫶 smooches 😚
edit: not me forgetting tags 🥴 if you saw this w/o tags no you didn't 👍
cw: soft dom!armin x fem!reader, established relationship, dubcon? (no verbal consent is given but written with implied consent) briefly jerking off, oral sex (m!receiving), penetrative sex (piv), orgasm denial (reader), pet names (angel, princess, pretty girl, good girl), breeding kink if you squint
taglist: @callm3senpaii @arlertwitch @arlertdarling @dilfkentolover @i-literally-cant-with-this @darkstarlight82 @ringsofsaturnnnn @nigthmar3moon @softlilpeachxx @daddydynamight @millennialmagicalgirl @tomuraslut @hannas16 @la-undercover-latina
armin tends to keep a pretty level-head on his shoulders.
he's aware of how pretty his girl is, and he's very proud that the eye candy he walks down the street with is his. nothing makes him feel bigger than going out with you and watching the eyes of strangers follow your swaying hips with each step you take while you walk next to him, hands interlocked. there's only one thing that can get into his head, though.
his friends.
that's why you still haven't met his friends after this long. armin knows his friends are more conventionally attractive than he is, and he knows they'll be all over you the minute they catch a glimpse.
and that's exactly what happened the first time they met you.
eren couldn't keep his eyes off you. he may as well have been foaming at the mouth as he watched your tits bounce with every move you made. jean kept asking you question after question just to hear you talk and to watch the way your lips moved when you spoke. you didn't think much of it, but your poor boyfriend was seething internally.
armin couldn't quite understand what this visceral reaction was. the thought of his girl taking his friends' cocks infuriated him... so why was he getting hard? armin pulled you to the side.
"you like their attention, angel? you know they wanna fuck you, right?" he whispers in your ear. "armin–!" you laugh and roll your eyes playfully. "do you want them to fuck you?" he asks. you scoff and shake your head. "i asked you a question, angel." he coos, lifting your chin to look at him.
"armin–" you start, but are quickly cut off by him dragging you to the bathroom. "look at how hard my cock is, princess." he growls as he unbuttons his pants. "the thought of my friends fucking you made me so mad it made my dick hard." he freed his erection from his tight pants. your pussy is as wet as his dick is hard, panties are no good at this point.
"you're mine, angel. they don't get to have you." he brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear lovingly and strokes his cock with his free hand. "i need your help, pretty girl." he smiles devilishly. you get on your knees and take his cock in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down earning the most sinful noises from his mouth.
"fuck—that's a good fuckin' girl sucking my cock." he breathes, thrusting his cock into the back of your throat as you suck him off and swirl your tongue around him. your hand creeps up his thigh, taking his balls between your soft fingers. he throws his head back and moans. as his cock twitches he pulls out of your mouth quickly.
he helps you up and bends you over the sink, pulling your soaked panties off. "i'll keep these for the rest of the evening so you can walk around full and dripping with my cum, they'll know who you belong to won't they, angel?" he coos as he slides into you, grabbing your hips to steady himself. you moan and slam back against him.
"that's my girl, taking my dick so well." he grunts, slamming his cock against your cervix. "keep it up and i'll give you a baby." your knees buckle with each thrust. "ah fuck–! armin–" you whine. "yeah? you wanna cum, angel?" he asks. "if you're a good girl the rest of the night i'll let you cum when we get home." you pout. "just gotta keep my cum inside that pretty pussy, angel. if you can do that, i'll let you cum at home. i can't let them hear how pretty you sound when you make a mess on my cock." he slams one last, sloppy time into you and spills his cum into you, pushing it as deep as it could possibly go.
he kisses your shoulder and adjusts your dress, then stuffs your wet panties into his pocket. "all mine, angel. let's go back out there. don't want them getting suspicious."
#📝 — mack wrote that#armin arlert#armin arlert smut#armin arlert x reader smut#armin arlert x reader#attack on titan smut#aot smut#armin aot#armin x reader smut#aot x reader smut#snk x reader#x reader smut#attack on titan#snk armin#shingeki no kyojin smut#snk smut#aot armin#armin x reader
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pov : bunny event, but make it MC
pairing: brothers(seperate)x gn!mc
prompt: for this years event, Diavolo thought it would be exciting for MC + datables to take control of the bunny event, leaving the brothers to relax this go around.
format: headcannon
genre: fluff ¿
You bustled around, the bunny ears atop your head bouncing cutely at the very slight skip in your step. Solomon pulled through, the spell going just as planned for the event.
To say you were having an amazing time was an understatement. Though it was supposed to be work and service, you found enjoyment mingling around.
"Enjoy!"
You placed the drink down in front of the demon you had been asked to serve, practically bouncing away with a smile. "MC!"
You turned at the sound of your name with a smile, one of your ears sticking up similar to a real bunny who was on alert. You squealed in excitement and all but began to hurry over. "You made it!"
a simp
undercover tho
lowkey gets jealous at how cute you're acting with other customers
dont you fret tho
hes got it covered
oh would you look at that, hes a vip customer now
srry other customers
gotta serve luci-lu only for the rest of the event
just HAPPENS to be in the fine print of membership oops
smug ass
that power kink gonna surge
will 100% throw in teasing comments
subtly tho
you nearly miss them
will try his hardest not to lose the cool when you tease back
again, subtly tho.
we got a subtle king here, alright?
pls ask him for a carrot
he'll die.
will tease the ever living shit outta you
"no, no you blew the kiss wrong. you can do better than that, one more time-"
mans cant hide his jealousy when he sees how cute you are with other customers as well
wont hide it tbh
youre his mc so what the hell are you doing bestie?
you should be focusing on him
your first
duh
most def will watch out for you tho
dont want no demon getting any 'ideas'
makes you work for a carrot
wink, blow a kiss, speak in a cute voice, etc
dying on the inside, annoying asf on the outside
cant hide that blush tho, nice try
yesssss finally a bunbun mc
hes dying, youre so cute
has been waiting to see you like this
make the garnish on his drink/snack a heart.
do it.
he will m e l t
gets hella flustered
definitely dying
all you did was call him master ???? it was asmo's 'servicing advice'
didnt mean to tease oops
take a selfie with him
please.
he never wants to forget this
will most likely info dump on how this reminds him of an anime called 'the seven demon brothers get pampered by cute bunny waitress/waiter/etc" or somethin like that
check on him multiple times throughout the evening
let this man soak up bunny mc for as long as he can, kay?
wanted cat mc instead
jk dont worry
but thats def something he wants to see
MOVING ON
another lowkey jealous ass simp
huffy boy
give him attention now.
now.
gives lil praise
"this tastes so good"
"the ears suit you nicely"
congrats! you got a carrot!
smile at him
please.
even from afar
just a small one
he loves it.
gets ptsd when the twister mat is whipped out
you kick ass tho, hes proud.
pics pics P I C S
prepare to be devildom famous
hes gonna make sure of it bestie, good luck
shamlessly makes request after request
"mc, can you blow a kiss?"
"perfect, now say 'asmo, i love you!' as cutely as you can"-
showers you with compliments
youre so cute how dare you
tease him
he loves it
will tease back
cause why not
mans is having the time of his life ohmygod
let him feed you this damn carrot-
we all know beel loves cute, soft things
absolutely smitten
ask him if he wants to touch your ears
flash him your lil bunno tail
he loves it
def will check on you multiple times during the evening
pls dont overwork yourself
keep the drinks and snacks coming, dont ask him if he needs/wants more
just do it
he finds it so sweet
you know him so well
garnish with a heart or cute message
yay, another carrot!
compliments how cute you look
doesn't bother requesting anything
doesnt need to
youre cute all on your own
gets really happy if you blow him a kiss tho
do it again.
thats not a request.
twister mat ptsd pt 2
i love him sm but
such a little shit ohmygod
ya know how hes cannon-ingly the most cheeky brother?
exactly.
"if you can make the heart perfect, ill give you a carrot~"
you dont get the heart perfect
its still cute tho
gives you the carrot regardless
makes it his mission to see how flustered he can make you
sucks for him, cause he gets flustered cause youre a master at comebacks hehe
oh how the turn tables turn
watches you with other customers
not as jealous as Lu, Mamms, and Satan but will def make a comment
give him special treatment, hes the bby of the boys.
its law.
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my very first headcannon! its a bit rough, im still trying to get into the feel of writing certain formats but i hope you enjoyed regardless~
#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me#obey me x mc#obey me x reader#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me belphegor#obey me beelzebub
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hey you said you were looking for requests i was wondering if you could right a oneshot for either chris or matt based of this song
thank you for the request! love you ❤️
BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY chris sturniolo
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.
↳ 𝐀/𝐍. i've never listened to this song before so my mind hasn't quiet perceived it yet, so im just going off of what google said about the love triangle thing?? idk,,, sorry if this isnt exactly what you had in mind
kylie is just a random name! kylie is an oc and is not based off of anyone-
↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. christopher sturniolo x fem!reader
↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. request!
↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes!
you and chris got together only 2 months after his ex dumped him. which didn't really do well with the public eye. and the allegations hurt like hell.
you tried to keep your relationship private for as long as you could, but, well, its hard to stay undercover.
the aggravated name calling came fast.
'we want kylie back' 'you stole chris' 'kill yourself' ; all things easily thrown under your tiktok's and insta posts.
calling you a 'slut' or a 'home-wrecker' just started rolling off of peoples tongues when your name was mentioned.
it truly disgusted you how people could just throw things out like they didn't have a care in the world. or that it would truly demoralize the person on the receiving end.
the threats and shaming put a hole in your heart. a huge, massive endless pit of a hole. it hurt, a lot. and chris knows that, and he tries and tries and tries to help you. but its very, very hard for the both of you.
so when chris walked into his room after taking a shower to find you sitting there staring at the wall, he knew something was up.
your eyes were puffy from recently shed tears, and the wall just seemed to get closer and closer.
"y/n?" he says, cautiously taking a step towards you. "whats up? im sorry, i didnt know you were coming over today."
a small sad laugh escapes your lungs as you look up at your boyfriend. your eyes wash over his face, confusion and worry crossing over every part of him.
the second he gets a good look at your state, his heart shatters.
you bite down hard on your lower lip, not really caring if you were to draw blood. "i..." your breath hitches as you attempt to choke back a sob. "we need to break up, chris."
his eyes widen, before he sighs, running his hands down his face. his face stays covered for just a second more. "we need to?" he sighs, still very confused of the conversation.
"im- im sorry-" you mumble, just barely audible for chris to hear.
chris walks over to where you sit on the bed, placing his hands on your knees and squatting down in front of you. "baby, please. you need to talk to me."
you shake your head, quiet tears falling from your closed eyes.
"baby-"
"no, chris." you sigh as he takes your hands in his. slowly rubbing circles along your knuckles. "i cant fucking take it anymore." opening your eyes, you find his eyes start to well up with tears. begging to fall down, but he keeps himself from falling undone in front of you. wanting to keep the situation as stable as possible.
"what?" he asks, exasperation lacing his shaking voice. "what cant you take anymore?"
"i love you chris, but your fans-"
"fuck them."
"you don't mean that."
the same sad laugh that you let out before, escapes his throat this time. "no i dont."
you smile lightly, but the flowing tears pushes back your moment of happiness.
"its almost wednesday, and we havent filmed a video yet-" you start to cut him off but he shakes his head. "no- matt and nick see it too. they'll talk about it i promise."
"chris..." you sigh, searching his teary blue eyes.
"just please, please... dont leave because of some stupid fans." he pleads. a single tear navigating down his cheek.
you drop his hand, reaching down to wipe it away with your thumb. hes slow to bring his own hand up, cupping your hand against his cheek.
your frown only deepens when he turns your palm to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your open hand. "please, baby. i love you way to much to let you get to wrapped up in something like this. your my entire world and i cant believe-" he pauses to laugh, "i cant believe that i lived 18 years of my life without you there. and i cant imagine what it would be like without you."
"just... stay." he frowns, pressing another sad kiss to your knuckles.
you slide down, off the couch. leaning over to wrap your arms around the crying boy. "im sorry... i love you, baby."
he lets out a simple sigh of relief, wrapping his around you. fully embracing you into the hug. "i love you."
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#sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#imagine#one shot#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#fluff#angst
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why cant i actually FINISH THE STORIES I START
ive been obsessing over this new plot i came up with for a jordan x marie x oc story
oc is undercover at godu for the boys
some excerpts under the cut.
I need to get Jordan and Marie up to speed and then we can figure this out. I took a steadying breath and went back into the room, expecting anything from an awkward silence to a full on make out session between the two of them. What I wasn’t expecting was a death glare from Jordan and a confused and hurt look from Marie.
“Who was that?” Jordan asked. Their voice was cold - deadly. I shivered involuntarily, and I felt my heart rate spike.
“Long story. I can explain everything in a bit, we just need -” I know there’s exhaustion in my voice, even I can hear it.
“No. What the hell was that?” They said, a harshness in their voice I hadn’t heard before. I blinked at them, confused.
“A phone call?”
“About my friends? What the hell are you up to, Riley?”
You’d think I’d be prepared for this version of this conversation - people don’t like being lied to, even if it was important. But I never imagined I’d get this phone call in this situation. I took a deep breath, trying to figure out the best way to play this. If I can’t convince them that I’m on their side, I’ll basically be feeding them to Vought myself.
“I asked a friend of mine to look into something for me. I - just, let’s go somewhere safe, and we can talk, yeah?” I said pleadingly.
“No. I’ve ignored your red flags for too long. I don’t trust you, Riley, especially not now.” My heart stopped. Jordan was basically my best friend. I wasn’t delusional enough to think that I was theirs, but I didn’t really have friends. Jordan knows things about me - real things - that no one else knows. I could feel myself start to spiral, the fear of losing them rising in my throat like bile.
“You don’t understand, just let -” I was almost begging and I cursed myself for the way my voice was breaking.
“You put my friends in danger! What else is there to understand?” They were almost yelling, and they took a deep breath, lowering their volume. I tried not to think about the fact that I wasn’t included in that list. “I brought you in, and you’re -” They stopped, glaring at me. Marie was still silent, just sort of watching this play out. “Get out. Don’t contact us. I don’t know what’s going on here, but it’s clear you know more than you’ve been saying, and I won’t believe anything you say now. Shit’s crazy, and you’re the only piece that doesn’t fit here.” It was like they twisted the knife into my gut.
“Shit’s crazy?! Just let me -” They shifted to their male form, stepping forward.
“Get. Out.” They repeated darkly. My eyes flashed orange briefly.
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“You guys were in a newer Vought research facility about 30 miles from GodU. I was able to track an influx of strange shipments and an increase in security that corresponded directly with the day-” I had to pause and take a steadying breath.
Images from the aftermath of the massacre flashed in my head - each dead body was someone I knew - a prisoner that I should have saved. If I had only been braver, if I had only been more focused. Each corpse could have been me - if I hadn’t gotten out when I did. If I had made one wrong move, I would have been back in The Woods, and would have ended up bleeding out on that lawn like the rest of them.
I cleared my throat, and pushed the suffocating guilt down. “With the day of the massacre. Once we found that, we were able to infiltrate the facility, and well, you know the rest.”
“None of this answers the million dollar question, which is why the hell were you spying on us?” Jordan snapped, clearly tired of dancing around the issue. I couldn’t keep from rolling my eyes and Butcher scoffed.
“You cunts are not important enough for that.” Butcher quipped, and Jordan shifted, stepping closer to Butcher to get in his face.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jordan growled, and Butcher stepped forward, the dark glint in his eyes making it clear he had been waiting for this since Jordan came in. I may not have told him the full story of what happened between us, but he saw the pain in my eyes after the fight I had with Jordan and Marie, and he was there for all the sleepless nights I spent trying desperately to find them.
“Oi, chill out, kid.” Butcher chuckled, clearly not backing down. “It means that the only reason you’re here is because she likes you. It would’ve saved us a lot of trouble if she never met any of you.”
“Saved you a lot of trouble? We were prisoners for weeks!” I winced at that.
“If you hadn’t bitched her out after that party and actually listened to her, none of this would have happened!”
#jordan li#gen v#gen v prime#gen v fic#jordan li x reader#angst#jordan x marie#limoreau#jordan x marie x oc#jordan x marie x reader#the boys amazon#the boys tv#the boys#the boys universe#billy butcher
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TW ED basically diary entry of v intrusive thoughts these may or may not apply to you and if they do I’m truly sorry you also have felt this way before plz take the time to focus on yourself and your mental well being <3
unfortunately my brain has finally become overly saturated with thinspo pics I need real life painful and traumatic encounters w skinny women to finally have the motivation to get where I want to be… I need a real life ed friend who doesn’t know I’m also struggling so I can go undercover n shiii. The thing is I get these everyday but the hate that festers inside me towards them because their standard is so excruciatingly hard to achieve that my ed flips a switch and goes hinge mode on me then I hate myself the next day fall into imposter fasting mode (only eating when no one is around to feel like I didn’t eat or make sure they don’t see me eating out of pure embarrassment) or genuinely fasting for a good max of 12-14 hours only to feel that same hatred again and binge.
like you know what I mean the pictures just don’t help me not binge anymore I always resort to feeling angry towards ppl who look like that and saying fuck them im eating yknow, like there’s a little voice in there fighting for me but it’s not the kind of voice you pity it’s the kind that’s desperate to keep you alive but you just don’t want it to it’s so frustrating I cant turn it off anymore without having someone say something mean to me or seeing other ppl in my life lose weight, I know we’re all supposed to be pro recovery but the only thing recovery has brought me is more pain and more grieving over my ed where I use it to characterize how I was as a person wishing I was that version of myself again with that same mentality, it’s freeing to know that I was once like that so in reality there’s hope that I go back down that direction, all I need is that silly little trigger that’ll eventually kill that voice and keep me from caring about being fed so often I DONT NEED TO SURVIVE LITERALLY CAPITALISM IS MAKING ME THINK SO HARD AN WHEN I EAT AND WHAT TO EAT NEXT WHY CANT I REALIZE THAT THE FOOD ISNT GOING ANYWHERE AND THAT I WONT DIE IF I DONT EAT EVERY HOUR OF EVERY DAY
I basically live w my bf at this point and never have my groceries at his place so I never rly ate around him all the time, but now I recently started bringing my food in preparation for being there for days at a time and it’s almost surprising to him when I eat, as if he has this notion that I shouldn’t be eating with all of this fake worrisome looks when I say I’m not hungry then not doing anything about it. Idk if I’m going crazy if I’m delusional or I’m just overthinking and being naive but I stg he looks at me w disgust and wishes he had someone more attractive, I feel like his friends make comments with all their single asses going out and fucking college whores every other day while they claim that they “like” this one girl they met and like spending time with her, sometimes the people he surrounds himself with disgust me and he doesn’t see a problem, either that or he’s just part of the problem :) irdk what to think anymore and Ik I’ve said this on here before while using this as my private diary but I rly mean it this time I don’t know what to think or how to feel I feel like I’m constantly being tricked and made fun of and judged and have expectations over my head that I simply just cannot reach with the mindset that’s growing in me right now and NOBODY sees this literally NOBODY then I get blamed for my lack of communication when it’s so clear as fucking day that there is no way all of what I endure is going unnoticed I just need to fast and turn my brain off for a while, reclaim the life I’m going for without naive respect for everyone around me to the point where I literally leave myself behind. I told you I suffered from bulimic thoughts and actions over the past summer and cried in your arms told you that I was lacking confidence and always feeling like a convenient option what more can I do to communicate this to you
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hi!! I'm OBSESSED with the way you write, so if you could indulge me a little? :D diluc + kaeya + zhongli with an s/o who has to seduce an enemy to get important info—though they try their best to stay put, worry/jealousy gets the best of them, and they arrive at the scene just in the nick of time...
hopefully this doesn't overstep any of your blog rules :< tysm!!
seducing an enemy
parings: diluc, kaeya, & zhongli x gn!reader (afab for zhongli)
summary: you get sent on an important mission to try to get information out of an enemy by seducing them, but worry/jealousy gets the best of them and they arrive just in time
warnings/content: seduction, angsty but with comfort, suggestive if you squint
a/n: ahhh thank you so much!!! i hope this did your request justice :)
-> diluc
you really shouldn't be running this late. diluc was pacing back and fourth in main room of the winery. the maids tried to get him to calm down, but he just couldn't sit still. not when you were out on a mission at the risk of being hurt.
and on top of that, seducing someone. just the mere thought of it was enough to send diluc into a frenzy. of course he trusts you. he really does, but you were doing this to a dangerous enemy. the risk of it all was just too much not to stress over.
"i'm going out for a walk. please, do not wait up for me." was all diluc announced to his maids before grabbing his coat and running off.
it was a very cold night, and diluc suddenly remembers that pretty little lace you were wearing.
"it's all apart of the technique, diluc. i can't seduce a person if i'm covering every inch of my body."
obviously you were right, but diluc still wishes you weren't cozying up to a scumbag wearing little to nothing.
diluc hadn't realized how fast he had been walking because he was already at the destination. with claymore in hand, he wasted no time busting open the door. he found you with a knife to your neck, trying to pry the man off of you. your vision was tossed to the side, so you were utterly helpless.
all diluc could see was burning red. he didn't even get a good look at the guy holding you; he let his body do the talking and swung his claymore, not actually hitting the guy but causing him to lose balance and drop the knife.
while diluc was keeping him away, you drop down grabbing the fallen knife and stab the enemy's leg. before diluc could chop the guy in half with his fired up claymore, you quickly push him back with the rest of the strength you could muster.
"diluc, he's down! it's alright now!" diluc was breathing heavily, his eyes fixated on the person screaming in pain. once he feels your body hugging his, his demeanor quickly changes.
diluc drops his claymore and returns your embrace back, kissing the top of your head. "are you alright? are you hurt?" he pulls you off of him, holding your shoulders to examine your body for any injuries.
you put your hand on top of one of his and give him a soft smile. "i'm okay, i promise." you turn around to look at the man behind you on the floor. "he, however, isn't. i'll have to bring him to the knights for further interrogation."
you go and grab your vision before cuffing the man's hands. "y-you're crazy! i'm going to die because of you!" he nearly spat in your face.
diluc was quick to act, grabbing him by the collar and yanking the guy dangerously close to him. "call them crazy again and that claymore you saw earlier will  definitely kill you." if diluc's claymore won't kill him, the fight he felt definitely would.
after diluc accompanied you to take him to the knights, (he wouldn't stop talking about how incapable they were on the walk there. "this never would've happened to you if they knew how to do their job." some things will never change.) he sat you down on a nearby bench and once again examined you thoroughly, even though you told him you were fine for the nth time.
he carefully draped his coat over your shoulders. "i'm just so glad you're alright. good thing i came when i did." he would say. for the rest of the night, he held you tight and gave you many, many kisses while telling you that you're never doing something like that again. not because he was jealous or anything, of course not
-> kaeya
kaeya knows you're an amazing and capable knight. you have amazing combat skills and are perfect at undercover missions. perfect person for the job.
so why was he so stressed?
imagining you throwing yourself all over that enemy in the short and tight dress you were wearing was eating at his mind. you had looked absolutely tempting in that getup that kaeya couldn't keep his hands to himself.
"oh? all this for me darling?" kaeya had walked up behind you and allowed his hands to run down your sides as you added earrings to your final look.
he kissed your neck, and before he could continue, you turned around placing a kiss on his lips. "this isn't for you, love. i have a mission..."
the wine glass that was resting in kaeya's hand had now been shattered to little pieces, littered all over the floor of angels share. he had came here to help keep his mind off of you, but it wasn't helping. at all.
kaeya quickly slammed mora down at the bar, scaring charles before heading off to you. he knew he could be potentially ruining your mission, and jean would have his head for it, but at this point in time he really could care less. you were more important to him than his job.
if only the grand master hadn't taken all of the horses with him, maybe kaeya would've gotten there faster. damn him.
as fast as his feet could carry him, he arrived at the goth grand hotel (did you really need a horse kaeya?) he pushed the fatui agent at the doorway trying to stop him and barged straight to the front desk.
"if you don't tell me what room y/n is staying in right now, i swear i will freeze hell over this place." the poor frightened desk lady handed kaeya the hotel key without protest. he swiped it from her and marched off.
"a42... a42... come on where are you?" kaeya walked down 2 hallways until he finally found it.
not even bothering to use the key, kaeya froze the knob before kicking the door open. much to his dismay, you were pinned down to the bed with the enemy right on top, ready to weald his weapon.
kaeya wasted no time to act. he shoved the guy off of you and drew his sword, keeping it pointed nicely at his neck so he couldn't move.
you jumped off the bed to retrieve your own. "i was handling it you know."
"if by handling you mean almost getting yourself killed, i would say you did a fine job." kaeya's voice was still seductive even when he was mad. maybe he should've gone on this mission instead.
you quickly cuff the fatui agent before kicking him out of the room, leaving him for the knights to deal with. "i'll get revenge for this! my superior, he won't like this. he'll deal with you!"
you sigh as the two knights grab him. "yeah, yeah, i've heard it all before. the day your superior comes for me is the day you'll see hellfire." was the last snarky comment you made before closing the door behind you, leaving only you and kaeya in the room.
"there were other knights here?" kaeya asked, approaching you. "only two. master jean planted them just in case."
kaeya pulled you to him for a very tight hug without warning. he buried his face into your neck and wrapped one arm around your shoulders while the other holding your waist. he kissed your neck, and then your jaw, cheek, forehead, your lips, ear, and finally whispered, "you're never doing this again."
you pull his face back so his eyes can meet yours and you cup your palm around his jaw. you tilt your head to the side and raise a brow. "why? because you were scared for me or because you were jealous?"
there are very few things that make kaeya aleberich blush. but him being called out by you is definitely one of them. "jealous? no, of course not. i was worried for you, love." he pulled back from you a bit and you became a laughing fit.
"hey, i was! you cant prove otherwise." he mumbled the last part and crossed his arms like an angry toddler.
you wiped a fake tear from your eyes and composed yourself. how cute, you thought to yourself. "but you did know i had it, right?" you asked.
kaeya looked back over to you, arms still crossed. "yes, i did dear. you're more than capable of holding your own. but what kind of boyfriend would i be if i wasn't to worry, hmm?" he walked back to you and brushed away any hair that was out of place.
"but," his teasing voice was back. "we do have this very nice hotel room to ourselves now. how about we make the most of it and-"
cue you throwing a pillow at him
-> zhongli
he understood your line of work. he understood how dangerous it could be. but what you had told zhongli earlier that night still wandered at the back of his mind.
you were dressed beautifully in black. the outfit hugged your body in just the right places and zhongli thought you looked absolutely ravishing.
"going somewhere dear?" his eyes were drinking you up. you smile and plant a kiss on his cheek. "it's for the mission i told you about."
the mission sounded dangerous indeed. he had no doubt in your strength but this, this just seemed too much, even for you.
the man you were seducing is known to be very dangerous and zhongli's subconscious couldn't rest at that. mortals were quite fragile after all.
"mr.zhongli? did you hear me?" hu tao waved her hand in front of his face. he snapped out of his daydreams about you and redirected his attention to the young funeral director.
"apologizes miss hu tao, could i possibly take the rest of the night off?" zhongli felt terrible for asking this of her but he just had to go to you.
hu tao granted him his wish, believing that he was feeling ill. at first, zhongli was debating if he really should come to you. it really is their mission, i'm sure they can handle themself.
he was afraid his interference would mess with your mission, but ultimately his concern for you overpowered that thought.
he reached the location in no time. it was a small beach house right on yaoguang shoal. and right outside, 2 guards were posted.
such an important and powerful man obviously has security, zhongli thought to himself. zhongli closed his eyes. he tried to listen for the sound your voice; a sound he had learned to memorize. and he found it. your voice was muffled was full of distress. that was enough for zhongli to approach the guards, ready to break open the door.
"hey," one of the guards stuck his arm out blocking the door. "you can't be here. so lea-" before the guard could get out another word, zhongli send geo shards flying towards both of them, knocking them to the ground unconscious.
he sent a geo spear straight through the door, stabbing the enemy's arm on the other side and pinning him to the wall. you were limp on the floor, but the sight of the geo spear put you to ease. your dress was torn leaving you a bit exposed and you had broken your ankle while fighting the man, but the pain seemed to go away as soon as you saw zhongli walk in.
zhongli sent a few more geo shards to secure the guy on the wall before rushing over to you. "dear, are you alright?" he said squatting down beside you. zhongli took of his coat and draped it over your exposed body. he placed his hand gently on your shoulder, afraid to hurt you.
you smile in relief, raising a hand his arm. "i'm alright, just a broken ankle. could you help me get him to the milieth? they should be here in 10 minutes. i've gotten all the information i need."
"you, this- this isn't over! i'll come back for you. i swear it." the man slurred. your eyes widened at his arm. there was a lot blood was oozing from his wound.
"zhongli, he can't die." zhongli looked at you in confusion. "but he broke your ankle. he can perish."
laughing right now would be very inappropriate, so you had to retain yourself. "i know but the milieth still need him. very alive."
zhongli obeyed your wish and yanked the man off of the wall harshly. "i won't heal him, but he can be taken to bubu pharmacy." zhongli took the spear out and tied his arm tightly with a random cloth he found on the floor. he tossed the man outside for the milieth and rushed back to you. he helped you sit up and you rested your body against his chest.
"thank you, for coming. although i could've handled it myself you know." you look up at him and smile. he lets out a sigh and kissed your lips. "i know dear. but um-" his coat was slipping down your body, revealing a good amount of your cleavage. he turned his head away, blushing a bit. "you should wear my coat." you giggle at his words but put on his coat properly.
zhongli rests you against the wall and scoots to where your feet. he tears some of his shirt to wrap your ankle in. "this will hold it until we get you medical attention." without warning, he picks you up in bridal style. you quickly wrap your arms around his neck so you don't fall.
"w-what are you doing?" you ask, it came out more as a squeak. "the milieth are here," zhongli responds walking outside. "they can take care of that man. we need to get you back to liyue."
yes, he really did carry you all the way to liyue.
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fake dating with jesper fahey
request: would you be willing to do a jesper x reader fake dating for heist purposes 👀 i’m a sucker for the trope and my boy
a/n: YES oh my god my favorite trope and my favourite boy! i did it in one shot form because i think its better<3 i got a lil carried away with this one
warnings: some quick heist violence, flirty comments, nothing too intense
“no,” you said to kaz, “absolutely not.”
he rolled his eyes and gave you a hard glare. “frankly y/n i’m not asking.”
you gripped the table tighter. you had not signed up for this. you were promised a couple of easy jobs with the dregs to get out of some trouble. a year, tops, of working under kaz brekker. that year had turned into two and now you didn’t know if you would ever leave.
but you hadn’t signed up for this.
you looked up at jesper. he twisted one of the rings on his finger and looked directly at kaz.
“you’re okay with this?” you asked him.
jesper made eyes contact with you and something in your stomach fluttered. it was unfair how breathtaking his eyes were.
“it’s just a job y/n. we get in there, talk to the mark, get our information and leave. yeah, this ones a lot messier with a lot more chance of getting caught but it’s just another job. ”
he didn’t sound too sure himself.
“except this time we’re going to have to pretend to date.” you mumbled, gathering up your things.
jesper chuckled and leaned closer to you, teasingly. “aw cmon, no need to act so disappointed i know it’s all you’ve been dreaming about since we met.”
you scoffed but felt the heat on your cheeks anyways.
kaz rolled his eyes, “save the flirting for the undercover work, yeah? y/n i’ve left you’re outfit in your room. meet outside the club at eleven bells.”
jesper followed kaz out of the room, giving you a quick wink.
oh it was going to be a long long night.
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you leaned against the wall of the club you and jesper would be in tonight.
you were dressed in an outfit that was too tight and too revealing and if this were any other occasion you would feel amazing in. but this wasn’t some other occasion, this was a job.
part of you wanted to pretend this was something else. that you and jesper were just two normal people who liked each other and wanted to go out on a date drinking.
but no. you and jesper were co workers who relied on the safety and money of kaz brekker. you were on a fake date, you were a fake couple.
the truth was, your feelings for jesper were anything but fake. the sharpshooter had you head over heels with one small smirk the day you met him.
but jesper’s ego didn’t need your confession of your feelings and you didn’t need a ruined friendship, so you kept your mouth shut.
but this job seemed impossible. it would be totally impossible for you to keep your cool as jesper pretended to be madly in love with you.
speak of the devil, you thought as jesper strutted towards you.
“ah love, you didn’t even give me a chance to pick you up. i’m a gentleman you have to let me show it to you” he joked and wrapped his arm around your waist.
you let out a breath and rolled your eyes, “let’s just get this over with.”
“i can see how eager you are to go out with me angel face” jesper said.
the two of you stepped into the club, the music was loud and people were pressed up against each other.
jesper led you to one of the tables close to the corner but not too far from the real action of the club.
he pulled out on chair and took a seat. you made a move to pull out another but jesper grabbed you by the arm and pulled you down onto his lap.
“gotta make it look real” he whispered into your ear.
you let out a huff and wiggled to get comfortable on his chair.
he laughed, “cmon, cant even pretend to like me? i know you do, just admit it you can’t resist this handsome face.”
you tried to laugh along, knowing he was only messing around with you.
but your heart was hammering in your chest and you could feel jesper’s breath tickling your neck.
if one of the guys in here that wanted to kill you and your team didn’t take you out tonight, a heart attack caused by jesper fahey’s beautiful scent just might.
the man you two had to talk to was standing near the bar, scanning the club. you quickly angled your body so you faced jesper more fully and started running your fingers through his hair.
“what are you doing?” he asked in an amused voice.
“he’s watching” you mumbled, “gotta make it look believable.” saints, how was his hair so nice?
jesper closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. he let out a soft hum of pleasure and you swore you would do anything to be the only one to hear that sound forever.
but before you had the chance to contemplate that, reality struck.
“he’s coming over” you warned jesper as you saw the man the two of you needed to get some information from walking towards your table. you moved your hands onto your lap and moved so your back was pressed to jesper’s chest.
jesper’s grip on your hips tightened and you tried to give him a reassuring smile, everything was going to be fine right?
“remember, you’re madly in love with me” he whispered right before the man sat down in front of the two of you.
oh how right you were jesper
“oh look what a happy couple, the two of you look great together” the man in front of you said.
you let out a giggle and leaned into jespers body, “thank you.”
“how long have the two of you been together?”
“a couple of years,” jesper answered naturally, “she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
the world felt so genuine that you felt your body sway from surprise, but you quickly regained your composure.
“what about you, any special person in your life?” you mused, trying to learn more about this man.
he shook his head, “i haven’t been so lucky as the two of you have. tell me, what is your favorite thing about your boyfriend here.”
that was not a question you were expecting, the man seemed overly interested in the two of you. your suspicion grew. but you knew you had to answer the question regardless if this was starting to feel like a set up.
you thought for a moment. but when you opened your mouth the words came naturally.
“he notices everything. i’ll be having a slightly bad day, maybe the weather is bad or i slept in too late, and i’ll only be slightly moody and he’ll notice. and he notices the things i like too. he learned my favorite ice cream flavor just based on the way my gaze lingered in an ice cream parlor. he knows everything about you before you know it yourself.”
you should stop. you should stop right now.
“and he’s reliable. yeah he may be late for a meeting or wander off during an important moment but if you need him, he’s there. he’s a constant presence in my life, i couldn’t imagine working without him by my side. jesper is the best thing in my life too.”
you realized your mistake too late. yeah you’d basically gushed about the boy you loved to a total stranger and probably made it painfully obvious to jesper that you loved him but you’d also used his real name. his real name. rookie move.
“jesper? why does that name sound familiar to me?” the man asked.
before you could even register what was going on, the room was filled with the sound of gun shots and you and jesper were on the ground.
you two sprung into motion, jesper with his guns blazing as you knocked out any armed person in your vicinity.
during a good moment jesper grabbed your wrist and the two of you ran out the club down the streets. but you could hear a group of men chasing you, hot on your tail.
you cursed under your breath, why saints why?
jesper pulled you into an ally and pressed you against the wall, making the ‘sh’ motion with his fingers.
if this were any other moment and you two were any other person, you’d enjoy the particular position you found yourself in. but you reminded yourself that you were being chased by criminals that might notice two figures hanging out in an ally.
you looked at jesper and he was finally looking at you. he gave you a sad smile, “i’m sorry for what i’m about to do in advance and i’m sorry this is the way i do it for the first time.”
and suddenly jesper’s lips were on yours and you were kissing jesper fahey. jesper fahey.
you only slightly registered the men chasing you run past the alleyway without a second glance.
one of you pulled away first and you stood there trying to catch your breath.
“um great quick thinking” you said. he had kissed you because he knew no one would question two kids kissing in the dark against a wall.
he let out a little laugh but he was just as flustered as you, “best thinking i’ve ever had.”
it was silent for a second, the night air felt suffocating and consuming and you couldn’t wait to be back at the slat in your own bed.
“did you mean what you said in there?” he asked you.
“did you?” you whispered back, as you looked at him through your eyelashes.
“i did”
“then i did too”
he pressed himself closer to you and brushed his lips against yours, “good. then when this is all over remind me to take you out on a date.”
did he just
date ?!
jesper stepped away from you and checked the main road before he grabbed your hand and pulled you the direction of the crow club.
“you coming angel face?”
you grinned and then burst into a sprint right alongside jesper.
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Hey ❤️ Can you write something with number 10. Undercover/fake relationship, with Gibbs? Maybe add a bit of angst?
Undercover
gif by lucifersagents
Pairing: Gibbs x reader
Warnings!: Angst, undercover work, mentions of death and usual NCIS things, more angst, but fluffy ending
Promt: #10 undercover/fake relationship
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"We got a body." Gibbs announced to the team. You groaned. You had just wrapped up a case and almost instantly were diving into the next one.
"Don't murderers ever take a vacation?" You whined to Dinozzo.
"No, but we are. 3 marines found dead with their wives, in Miami, Florida. All were on vacation for their honeymoon." McGee informs the group. Everyone spent a few minute studying the victims.
"You know y/n you kind of look like the wives. And, and Gibbs you kinds resemble the husbands. In ya' know the stone cold marine type way." That earned a hard slap to the back of the head. "I'm just sayin'. We might have an opportunity here."
"You mean undercover?" You asked curiously, glancing at Gibbs. His face remained unwavering.
"Yeah, I mean, you two pretend to be married and we lure the guy to you two instead of some other couple." Dinozzo continued. You had to admit he had a point.
"I agree with Dinozzo, boss. This might just work well enough to distract him from killing another couple." Gibbs nodded slowly, still staring at the file.
"Ok, pack a bag everyone. Me and y/n will be going undercover, the rest of you will be running point from inside with the Miami PD." Gibbs grunts out before heading to the elevator. McGee shot you a look and you just shrugged.
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10 hours later and you were settling into a lush honeymoon sweet in some way overpriced fancy hotel.
"So, Gibbs, how do you want to go about doing this? We need a back story, and I cant keep calling you Gibbs, because well that just doesn't make sense." You were babbling. But you always did when you were nervous. And you were only nervous because you may or may not have developed some feelings for the man standing before you.
"I guess your right." He sat on the edge of the bed. "We met at a small coffee shop, I was on my way to work, you were..." he was struggling to come up with something.
"Most of the wives were also marines, they just served for a much smaller amount of time than their husbands, they all worked on the same bases as their husbands. So I was also on my way to work, coincidently at the same place." He nodded going along with it.
"That works." He paused. "We need names."
"You could probably stick with Jethro Gibbs, and I would be Y/n Gibbs." He raised an eyebrow at you. "What? It would probably be easier just in case we slip up with a name." He couldn't argue there.
"Alright we should probably get some rest. Long day tomorrow." You agreed quickly with him, and you both made your way towards the bed. The bed. The only bed.
"I can sleep on the couch." He offered.
"Really Gibbs? No, we can share. Its a huge bed." And so you shared. He nodded, and swallowed audibly. You both got under the covers on your respective sides. And you heard Gibbs breathing even out signaling that he was asleep. You turned over and saw how serene his faced looked. You fell asleep soon after.
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You awoke the next morning with a foriegn weight on your chest. Opening your eyes slowly you looked down only to find a head of salt and pepper hair. Gibbs. Gibbs was wrapped around ypu like-like a koala. His arms wrapped tightly around your middle, his legs tangled with yours while his head rested on your chest, your hands in his hair. You needed to get out of this bed. You ever so gently removed yourself from his arms, and he whined. He actually whined before falling back asleep.
You made a point not to bring this morning up once he woke up.
* * *
The case had seemed to be going relatively well. That is until you were almost caught following a suspect. The guy was walking back around a corner in an alley, probably because he had dropped his keys. If you didn't do something fast, then you would both be caught and ultimately busted.
All of a sudden Gibbs grabbed you and pressed you into a wall. He reached his hand down around your thigh hoisting it up along his side. And then his lips were on yours. He kissed you like a starved man, your mouths slanted together. He pressed into you more, and with one of his hands on your face and the other on your thigh, you let out a soft moan. Grabbing him by the collar you pulled him in harder and kissed him with even more passion than you thought possible.
The spell was unfortunately broken when the guy grabbed Gibbs by the shoulder yanking him back. He had a gun pointed directly at him.
Although unfortunately for him the rest of the team along with many officers were waiting for him to make his move and he was arrested within seconds.
And you and Gibbs couldn't look each other in the eyes.
* * *
The case cleared up pretty quickly after that, and you and Gibbs headed back to your room to collect your stuff. Once in the room the silence was deafening.
"Listen y/n, I'm sorry about the kiss. I just needed him to be distracted long enough to notice us." He daid a grim look on his face.
"I uh, it's fine." Yous stumbled out.
"You okay y/n?" He asked hesitantly stepping closer to you.
"I just, that seemed a lot more than just an undercover kiss." You paused waiting for a reaction. "It just seemed too real." You added quietly. His face quickly changed to one of almost anger.
"Well, it wasn't real." He snapped.
"Jeez Gibbs, you don't need to get defensive. I was just saying-" he cut you off.
"Listen y/n, that kiss was nothing. The only reason I would ever kiss you is if it pertained to a case!" You felt your eyes tear up as the realization crossed his face at what he just said.
"Wow, um. O-okay. I'm all packed, so I'm just gonna go." The tears were steadily falling down your face now.
"Wait y/n, that's not what I meant." He said, his voice softer now.
"No really sir, its fine. We should probably just remain professional from now on so that no feelings get mixed in with work." You walked to the door. "Goodbye Agent Gibbs." And you slammed the door behind you. Leaving Gibbs in that room by himself wondering what the hell he had just done.
* * *
You had closed yourself off completely from Gibbs in the upcoming weeks. He hated it of course, but he thought it best. He was sure he was falling in love with you, but he couldn't get close. He would only end up hurting you.
You had confided in Ducky one day after work. He had asked you why you had been avoiding Gibbs so much and you told him. He wanted to smack Gibbs. He would settle for giving him a piece of his mind.
So after work he called Gibbs downstairs to his office and shut the door behind him.
"You're an idiot." He scoffed.
"Excuse me?" Gibbs was taken aback by his friends bold words.
"She loves you too. And you're just pushing her away. Listen, not every woman you are with is going to get hurt, and you need y/n. I haven't seen you that happy since, well in a long time." Gibbs sat quietly taking in the words of his colleague.
"I-I didn't know what to do Duck. She was too close and I just... I panicked." He said quietly. Ashamed at the way he had spoken to you.
"Heres what you are going to do..."
* * *
You were sitting at you desk when you received a text from Palmer that you were needed in autopsy, you headed to the elevator and hopped in pressing the floor number. As you reached the floor, the doors slid open, revealing Gibbs, with a bouquet of flowers?
He stepped into the elevator, remaining quiet until it started moving. He pulled the emergency button and the elevator came to a halt. He turned slowly to face you.
"Y/n, you know I'm not good with words, and you know how much I hate apologizing. But I'm sorry for what I said and how I acted." He handed you the flowers. You took them giving him a skeptical look.
"Thank you?" You were very confused at where this was going.
"I think I'm in love with you, and that scares the hell out of me." He paused. "When I kissed you it was the best kiss I had ever had and I just didn't want to let you get close. I was scared." You knew it took a lot for him to say all of that to you, so you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"Thank you." You smiled at him. "I love you too you idiot." He chuckled at your words.
"I guess I am pretty stupid." You nodded.
"Yeah, but I know how you can make it up to me." You said a mischievous glint in your eyes. And boy did he make it up to you.
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“I Think He Knows” - A Kingsman Fanfic
TSwift Songfic Week Day 5
Pairing: Agent Whiskey x M!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Explicit (Pining, dirty talk, hand jobs, oral sex)
A/N: I feel like there’s a lack of M/M in the Pedro cinematic universe fandom, so here’s some bisexual Whiskey having a good time with a fellow male agent.
Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are paired together for an out-of-state mission. On your last night, your pining and his flirting finally come to a head.
I think he knows his hands around
A cold glass
Make me wanna know that body
Like it's mine
The mission was long but you were finally finished with it. Three weeks in Dallas were more than enough for you, and you were looking forward to getting home to your own bed and your own office in Kentucky. You were aching for the privacy it offered, after spending almost a month sharing a hotel room with your fellow agent. This time you’d been paired up with Agent Whiskey, and because of that you were glad the trip was almost over.
It’s not because Agent Whiskey- Jack - was incapable. Quite the opposite. He was extremely efficient and good at his job but he was also… extremely attractive. Which was a huge distraction.
You took pride in being a capable agent but Jack and his pretty face compromised that. You’ve never been in a situation like this before. Lusting over your coworker felt extremely unprofessional, but it was impossible to ignore him. He was an in-your-face kind of guy, always butting in with a comment or joke, always using his body as a weapon. He’d lounge around your shared hotel room in nothing but a thin towel, his wet hair draped across his forehead, and you swear he did it on purpose. The man knew how attractive he was and he obviously loved flaunting it.
He was tall and tan, with soft brown hair, a pair of beautiful round eyes that seemed to sparkle with amusement, and a smile that made your knees weak. The downside was that his smile made just about everyone weak. You were living in your own personal hell. Every single day having to watch Jack be attractive without even trying, and then watch as everyone in his vicinity tried to flirt with him. Tonight he was wearing a black leather jacket and extremely tight jeans, looking more like a movie star than an undercover agent. The man could pull off anything. It’s actually unfair.
You were out at some dive bar, celebrating the end to a successful mission before flying home tomorrow. It was Jack’s idea of course, but you’d agreed because you needed a stiff drink after these three long weeks and honestly you couldn’t say no to him.
“Another round, kid?”
You glanced up and saw him staring at you, a twinkle in his bright eyes. His hand gripped his empty whiskey glass and you eyed your own half-full drink. You couldn’t throw it back like him.
“I’m good for now,” you answered.
He nodded and slapped you on the shoulder as he stood up, “I’ll get you another one anyway. You better finish that by the time I get back.”
You sighed as you watched him walk away. His ass looked fantastic in those jeans. All the training and harsh exercise routines that Champ put the team through really worked for him. No wonder he could get any pretty thing he wanted.
Speaking of which, he seemed to have turned his affections on someone else. You groaned, your eyes never wavering from where Jack stood. He was currently making small talk with the pretty brunette bartender. He was giving her the full Whiskey treatment- gazing at her with those soft, mocha-colored puppy dog eyes and giving her a charming half-grin. Watching him flirt was simultaneously entertaining and torturous. He threw his head back, laughing at some dumb joke the bartender must have said, and you almost growled out loud as you hungrily stared at his neck.
Stupid horny bastard.
He got that boyish look that I like in a man
I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans
It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands
No one understands
You were getting really sick of hiding your partial hard-ons and jacking off in the cold shower, but everything the man did was hot. The deep voice and accent alone were enough to get you going on most days. God, you hadn’t felt like this since high school.
If Jack noticed you staring or caught on to the fact that you took extra long showers, he didn’t say anything. You were openly out at the agency and your sexuality wasn’t a secret. When you first joined the Statesmen, you felt you had something to prove at work, as if you had to demonstrate your masculinity by keeping up with the largest members of the team. But you’ve excelled in your role for years now and you were beyond proving yourself at this point. You were just glad that Agent Whiskey wasn’t one of the people who cared that you liked men.
In fact, he treated you just like he treated everyone-- this meant he wasn’t shy about flirting and teasing you. Sometimes it seemed like he was coming onto you, but you had to remind yourself that he was like that with everyone-- you weren’t special and there was no way he was actually interested.
Before falling asleep each night, you’d listen to Jack’s soft snores and run scenarios through your head of every possible way that you could share your feelings. You thought about all of the things you could say, and all of the ways Jack could react. It was agonizing but your analytical mind couldn’t stop. You wished you had the courage to just ask him out. The worst that could happen is he’d say ‘no’ and maybe request to never work with you again, but then at least you’d be free of him.
Wanna see what's under that attitude
Like, I want you, bless my soul
And I ain't gotta tell him
I think he knows
A loud laugh suddenly interrupted your thoughts and you looked over to the bar again. The bartender was giggling and grasping at Jack’s arm. The sight made your stomach turn, and you made a quick decision to get out of there before you had to watch them start making out over the bar.
You stepped up next to Jack and finally drew his attention away from the girl.
“Hey, hold off on my drink. I’m gonna head out,” you told him.
“What? Come on now, it’s so early!”
“Yeah. I just don’t really feel like hanging out anymore. I’ll see you back there.”
Before Jack could respond, you threw down some cash on the bar and turned away. You were already across the floor and on your way out the door when a hand on your arm stopped you.
“Hey. Are you pissed at me or something?”
“No,” you muttered, trying to ignore the shot of arousal you felt when he grabbed you, “I just don’t feel like sitting in the corner, watching you flirt with some chick.”
You tried to turn away from him, but Jack let out a quiet “ohhh” of understanding. His grip on your arm tightened.
“We’ve been on this mission for weeks now, and on our last night you finally decide to say something?” Jack laughed, turning you around so you were facing him again. He invaded your personal space, ducking his head and trailing his nose along your neck and jaw.
“What?” you asked, confused because he couldn’t possibly mean...
“You're so slow, that’s what,” Jack mumbled, his lips tracing along your neck. It felt amazing, but... was Jack- your fellow agent and known womanizer- really nuzzling your neck right now?
“I'm confused, are you really into this?” you asked again, trying to hold back a moan. Jack pulled away and looked at you with huge eyes.
“God, you’re an idiot. I've been sending you obvious signs, makin’ eyes at you and showing off what I got, and now I'm literally biting your neck, and you're still asking?” Jack said incredulously. You searched his face and saw eyes that were filled with desperation and lust.
“I just assumed…”
“I like it both ways, kid. Is that clear enough for you?”
He then took one step forward and kissed you fully on the lips. There was only a moment of shock before you melted into the kiss, pressing your bodies closer and running your hands over Jack’s shoulders and back. All of your worries disappeared then. You didn't feel the terrible anxiety that constantly filled you with dread. Your mind stopped frantically thinking about every possible worst case scenario. Everything stopped. There was only Jack.
“Oh ohhhh right. Yeah I’m an idiot,” you quietly mumbled against his lips, “Want to go back to the hotel?”
“Fuckin’ finally,” he replied with a grin.
Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I'll drive
So where we gonna go?
I whisper in the dark
You weren’t sure how you made it back to the hotel so quickly, but as soon as you tumbled through the door, Jack had you pinned to the bed underneath him. His hands roamed all over your torso, and he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside before quickly doing the same to his own. The room was filled with your little whimpers every time Jack ground his hips against yours. You stared up at him, his lips swollen and red bitten and eyes blown with lust, and you were positive that you looked just as debauched. He looked just as beautiful hovering over you as you’d always imagined, and you wanted to feel him everywhere.
“More,” you whined, canting your hips up into Jack’s.
He groaned and trailed his hands down your chest, his fingers brushing against your nipples, causing a moan to slip from your mouth. He continued his journey down until he reached the fly of your jeans.
“Lift up,” Jack mumbled, leaning in to kiss your neck as he tried to tug your pants down. You obeyed and soon your pants and your boxers were off, leaving you completely exposed.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he moaned, his fingers barely brushing over your erection, “You’re even prettier than I thought, darlin’.”
You groaned, pushing your body closer to Jack’s. As his hand slowly learned the feel of your cock, your own hands wandered all over his body. From his strong shoulders to his muscular back, to his waist, his hips, his thick thighs. You slipped one hand into his jeans to grab his ass, finally getting the chance to touch the part of Jack’s body you’d fantasized about the most. You could feel his clothed erection rubbing against your thigh as Jack continued steadily stroking your cock.
“Jack,” you whimpered, gazing into his dark, lust-filled eyes. You were barely able to control your thoughts properly since Jack’s pace was getting quicker and way too distracting. He grinned down at you.
“This good, baby? You want it a little rougher?” he asked, a groan slipping from his lips as you squeezed his ass in response.
Jack pushed forward and kissed you harder this time, moving his hand faster along your cock. Then he kissed his way down your neck, sucking and nipping all your sensitive spots. Suddenly he bit down hard on the skin between your neck and shoulder, following it up with a long lick with his wide tongue. That show of possessiveness was enough to push you right to the edge. You cried out as pleasure tore through you, coming in ropes all over Jack’s large hand. You gasped for breath, your chest rising and falling as your head lolled against the pillows.
Jack hovered over you, continuing to kiss your neck and upper chest as you came down from your high. “I’ve been told I’m good with my hands, can I get a confirmation on that, darlin'?“ he asked with a cocky grin.
Your eyes blinked open and you smirked at him. “You’ve got the confirmation all over your hand.”
“Ooooh, so he’s mouthy all of a sudden. Guess I just had to get you in bed to see the sassy side of you, huh?” Jack tutted.
“I’ll show you mouthy,” you muttered, blushing at the stupid euphemism even as you trailed a line of kisses down Jack’s sternum and belly.
When you reached the top of his jeans, you surprised your fellow agent by flipping him over and yanking his pants down in one fluid motion. Jack growled at the switch, but when you took his cock into your mouth, he gasped and surged forward. You enjoyed the desperate moan he made as you swallowed him completely, his hips bucking into your mouth. But you wanted to take your time with this. You grasped his hip bone with one hand and held him down, before pulling off his cock and moving to lightly lick his balls. Jack was making beautiful, desperate noises and you loved the idea that this strong, confident agent was falling apart because of you. You smiled against him and swiped your tongue along the bottom of his shaft before taking him fully into your mouth again.
“Holy hell, you’re fuckin’ amazing,“ Jack groaned as you bobbed up and down on his cock, “I’m so close-”
You sucked harder and reached your other hand down to fondle his balls again as Jack thrust into your mouth. Soon he was arching forward and shouting your name. You let him come in your mouth, swallowing his seed down like it was another shot at the bar.
When you looked up at Jack from between his legs, you grinned. He had his head tilted back, one hand thrown across his mouth as he stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. When he felt your eyes on him, he looked down at you with a satisfied smile.
“Damn, that was…”
“Amazing,” you cut him off, “Even better than I imagined.”
“So you imagined it, huh?”
Unable to control the urge any longer, you leaned forward and pulled Jack into a sweet, affectionate kiss. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and you could feel him grinning the whole time. When you finally pulled back, he was still smiling but he also looked a bit confused.
“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” he asked.
“I was convinced you were straight. I’ve been a fucking mess trying to decide if I should say something or not,” you replied.
Jack hummed and reached for you, but you chuckled and pulled away.
“You need a shower,” you said, “Then we can talk some more.”
“Only if you join me, sugar...”
I want you, bless my soul
I ain't gotta tell him
I think he knows
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The Boyz NSFW Scenarios
Lee Sangyeon - Captive
cop! Sangyeon x crime boss! fem! reader
Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), dubious consent, slight degradation, sub!Sangyeon
Submissive Sangyeon is a kink I never knew I had. JK I definitely have a thing for turning dominant-seeming men into little darling subbies. Welp, I hope you enjoy this filth I put together in 3 hours.
Sangyeon's an undercover cop trying to bust you and your crew. Things don't go entirely according to plan.
Sangyeon awoke with a start, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. His wrists are chained to the wall and he is completely naked except for his underwear. He starts to get angry, shaking his chains to try to loosen them.
"You'd best not do that, officer. One wrong move and it'll cut off your blood circulation." A sickeningly sweet voice cuts through the darkness and Sangyeon whips his head around, trying to find you. A light turns on, and dimly illuminates your figure. Sangyeon growls and tugs at his restraints again.
"Let me go," Sangyeon growled. "Or you're gonna regret it." You laugh airily. "Actually I think you're going to regret it if I let you go." His eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Darling, if you leave, you're gonna miss out on a lot of fun," you bring a hand up to stroke his cheek. "Don't touch me," he spits. You shrug nonchalantly, walking back to the table.
"Fine. I won't touch you." You retrieve a vibrator and walk back towards him with a devilish grin. Sangyeon widens his eyes in horror at what you're wielding and begins to protest.
"No, no stop, what are you- ahh!" He yelps as you press the vibrator into his cockhead that's leaking through his tight, white briefs. The wet patch of fabric that has turned translucent grows as Sangyeon gushes more precum from the stimulation. He thrashes around, chains clanging as he begs for you to stop. You ignore his cries and continue to run the vibrator up and down his impressive length.
You pull away the vibrator for a moment and watch as he bucks his hips forward, chasing that delicious sensation. You laugh, slapping him on the thigh, which elicits a pained moan. "You keep telling me to stop, but it seems like you don't actually want me to. Make up your mind, silly officer."
You continue to mock him by pressing the vibrator against his cock for a second, then removing it, and repeating it over and over until he actually starts terafully whining in frustration. You laugh at his misery, sneering at him, "Big, scary officer turning into a whiny little bitch? Pathetic." You take away the vibrator and grab his balls harshly, making him howl in pain.
You grope him through his drenched briefs and he starts to welcome the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. He hates that he enjoys being tortured by you, a criminal he had sworn to take down, but he can't deny that you were hot, and that this situation was wonderfully wrong on so many levels. But since he was trapped here, might as well enjoy it right?
Sangyeon snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you switch the vibrator on with a click. He looks down at your devilish smirk and watches as you pull the waistband of his briefs open, only to shove the vibrator into his underwear, right between his balls and cock, before snapping the elastic back into place. His whole body jolts and he starts trembling from the intense stimulation in such a sensitive area.
The chains around his wrists clang as he thrashes around, hips canting up wildly, desperate for release. You stand back to admire your masterpiece. He's flushed red all over, teary eyes screwed shut, drool spilling from his lips as he shamelessly moaned, toes curling in pleasure. He's calling your name, begging you for something, anything. He doesn't even know what he's begging for, all he knows is that he wants is to cum.
And he does, spilling hot semen into his soaked briefs, some of it spurting through the fabric and landing on the floor with the force of his orgasm. He screams in pain and pleasure as the vibrations continue to overstimulate him and his blushing cock just keeps pulsing out more and more cum. He begs you to make it stop, knees nearly buckling from exhaustion.
You pretend to think for a moment, and you decide to give a him a little break. You walk over to him and wrench the vibrator from his ruined underwear and switch it off. He sobs in relief and his body goes slack, slinking against the wall, panting harshly. You look at the cum that's covering the head of the vibrator, and dip your tongue in it to taste. You hum at the bittersweet taste of your archenemy, the man who had made the past few months so difficult for you, ruining every operation you tried to initiate.
You continue to lick his cum off the vibrator as you bask in your victory. You finally broke him. You adored how small and pathetic he looked after just one round of torture playtime. He hung his head in shame, body still twitching occasionally with aftershocks from his orgasm. You take your panties off, which had been getting progressively wetter as you were extremely aroused by watching Sangyeon come undone.
You walk over to him and undo his chains, making him fall to the ground on his knees. He looks up at you in surprise, his dark brown orbs filled with confusion. You grip his hair harshly and he whines, as you slowly hitch up the bottom of your dress, exposing your slick folds. He licks his lips nervously, his confusion slowly turning into excitement. He eyes your pussy and glances back up to meet your intense gaze.
"You didn't think we're actually done, did you? Why do you get to cum and I don't?" You smile sinisterly down at him. He gulps, readying himself for what's to come. Somewhere along the way he lost his inhibitions and was overcome with the desire to please you. He calls your name in a whisper. Your smile widens, and his chest swells. He wants to see you smile more. He wants to impress you. He wants to pleasure you.
You move to stand over him, legs spread and your pussy dripping tantalizingly before his eyes. You nod at him, and he dives in to lick at your folds ravenously, as if the sweet taste of your juices would quench the burning thirst within him. You let out a moan, gripping his sweaty locks even tighter, pushing his face into your cunt. He sucks hard on your clit, he kisses your folds, he thrusts his tongue into your tight hole and makes a filthy mess, complete with wet, squelching sounds.
You grind onto his face as he continues to tongue-fuck you, breathy moans spilling from your own lips. His hands come up to grab your ass, pulling you impossibly closer so he can thrust his tongue deeper into you. You feel a familiar sensation building in your tummy and pull him away, a line of spit trailing from his lips to your clit.
He looks up at you, dazed. Was he not doing well enough? Before he could ask, you push him down to lay on his back and rip his briefs off and start pumping his half-hard cock. He was getting aroused again just by making out with your pussy and you smile at the thought. You rub your folds up and down his length, slicking him up with your juices. He watches you in excitement, hands coming up to rest on your waist. He guides you to seat yourself on his dick, both of you moaning at the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your tight, wet heat.
Once he bottomed out, you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips, which he accepts hungrily. "Make me cum," you commanded him simply. He begins to thrust up into you, and you bounce on his dick, meeting his thrusts halfway each time. The sounds of moans and wet skin slapping fill the cavernous room, echoing off the walls. He groans at the sight of your tits bouncing in his face and he pulls you down so he can suck on your nipples. He's got one hand on your ass and the other is groping your tits and pinching your nipples.
You moan loudly at the pinches, licks and twists he's giving to your hard nipples, loving the way your body makes him go cross-eyed in pleasure. He's moaning intermittently around your breasts too, his hips continuously pistoning into your pussy once he'd found that sweet spot. He mumbles that he's getting close again, and you wrap a hand around his throat.
"Make me cum first, then you can cum inside me." He nods furiously, giving his all into fucking you, chasing both your orgasms. You let him take control of the pace, burying your face in his neck as he pounds into you, breathlessly chanting your name in praises. Fuck you feel so good, so tight and wet, you're driving me crazy, my cock feels like it'll burst, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Your orgasm takes you by surprise and you scream in pleasure, choking Sangyeon unintentionally. His hips stutter and he cums for the second time that night, the pressure around his throat pushing him over the limit. He grinds up into you, filling you up with his seed. He moans lowly as he rides his orgasm out with you, holding you close.
The room is silent, save for the sounds of both of you panting, trying to catch your breaths. He kisses you on your shoulder with a dazed, fucked out look on his face, and you stifle a giggle. You stroke his hair as a means of assuring him that he did well, before getting up and off his dick. Your dress was soaked with sweat and his cum dribbled out of your abused cunt and down your thighs. Your knees were a little wobbly but you managed to stand in your high heels.
You start to walk away and he panickedly calls after you, legs too jelly to even attempt to stand. You shoot him a look over your shoulder, calling out "It was fun, you did so well. Unfortunately that's all for tonight." He scrambles to sit up, but you're already too far away for him to crawl after. He's protesting and spluttering in panic as you give him a little wave before slamming the door shut, leaving him alone in the darkness, covered in sweat and filth.
As you walk away, you hear him wail in despair, and you smirk triumphantly. Serves you right, officer.
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before tomorrow
Pairing: Javier Peña x (f) reader
Wordcount: 2.1k
Warnings: mentions of sex, strong language, a touch of angst
Summary: a classic fake dating undercover mission, with a healthy dose of miscommunication
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“Hey, Peña, can we talk?” Your head popped into Javier’s office and an annoying … feeling spiked in the pit of his stomach.
“Yeah,” he gestured for you to come in, pushing some papers aside to give you relative attention. The door closed behind and you sunk into the chair across from him.
There was a comfortable smile on your face, these visits to his office becoming frequent over the past few weeks. He could see you thinking, knowing full well this was one of your first undercover missions, and he almost heard your words before you said them.
“About tomorrow,” you started, but there was something in your eyes he didn’t recognize.
He waited.
The weekend was something he figured you both were looking forward to. It was... an honest to goodness fun mission. Like the ones you’d see in movies. Intel, appearances, earpieces, and playing parts. Out of the heat, no takedowns or chances of innocent people getting hurt. More than that, it had felt like, these past few weeks, that neither of you would mind getting the chance to just hang out together, even for work. No watching eyes, no paperwork to get to, no opportunity for another one of the guys to shoot his shot with you.
At least, Javi had been looking forward to those things. He liked you. You were clever and pretty and you cared about people, genuinely.
“Can we make some rules?” Your tone wasn’t shy, but definitely a bit vulnerable. There was subtext there, and in your sharp eyes, but that was another thing he wasn’t quite sure of.
“Okay,” he said, slow, curious.
You chewed on your words again, Javier’s brown eyes not leaving yours for even a moment. The top button of his shirt was undone, and the humidity was making the ends of his hair curl just a touch.
There was no way you could promise you weren’t going to fall in love with him so you settled for something different.
“No pet names, no messing up my hair,” you held his gaze, trying to match his confidence. Months of banter and comradery should’ve prepared you for that much, at least. The corners of his eyes crinkled just a bit as you counted on your fingers. “And no kissing.”
“Alright, fair enough,” he said, a faint line between his eyebrows forming as he wondered what prompted this.
“Obviously, I’ll follow your lead, and…” you leaned towards him a little bit, a glint in your eye. “If I catch you looking at my butt I get your gun.” You almost cackled at the look on his face as you got up, waving before you left, not even waiting for his response.
Javier ran his hand over his jaw. What a set of rules. You following his lead, telling him not to look, not to kiss… it almost made him wonder what exactly you did want. If kissing was the only physical affection off the table, he could definitely work with that… He shook his head. If he didn’t know any better, that interaction almost made him more excited for the night to come.
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It didn’t exactly happen like he had hoped.
He spent the morning preparing his bag – he had most of a weekend to pretend to be your lover at an elite conference – and overthinking your rules.
It was no secret that he was a ladies man. Even if he’d stopped talking about the women who once occupied his bed, the office gossip hadn’t. But the idea that you could potentially be bothered by that reputation left a bad taste in his mouth. This was his chance to show you he wasn’t that guy, at least not any more.
That personal mission promptly got in his way. When he picked you up, you were stunning. Sexy. He nearly choked, trying to compliment you, explain to you how gorgeous you were without sounding like goddamn creep.
The rest of the night was the same, Javier cursing himself for tripping over his words and feet. You could feel something was off, too. He was trying so hard to … make this seem like a date that he completely lost his cover.
You’d managed to get part of the Intel you need, thank goodness, but the narrowed eyes of the other guests followed the two of you around the room.
Lovers did not keep each other at arms length, with hovering, respectful hands. When they found themselves molding into each other’s sides, they did not jump apart, flinching, not fully meeting each others eyes. And then certainly did not avoid kissing when the lights were soft in the corner of the room, and the music and drinks were flowing.
No one present questioned you outright, and Javier’s heart protested when you got a message from headquarters and had to slip away.
Tonight, for him, was nice just being with you like this. He was enjoying the flush on your face, and the way your fingers felt, clinging to the fabric at the elbow of his suit. If it were a first date, it would have been perfect, the process of slowly becoming comfortable with each other, close to each other.
But it wasn’t a date at all.
It was a mission. And you were the rookie who had been flustered by your partner and almost cost them all the effort put into the invites, the placements, the whole weekend.
At least, that was what they told you.
It took you long moments to articulate your plan to do better, to reign the butterflies, and to rebuild your walls, but you did it. The nature of the conference and covers dictated you share a hotel room. As you went to find Javi – no, your partner – there, you focused on stripping yourself of the electric heat his hands had left on your skin.
Javier Peńa didn’t have eyes for you. He made eyes at most people, but it was just fun and games and he was good at his job. That was all that was behind those tender touches and adoring looks. He was good at his job, and you just needed to get it together.
But Javier's heart ached a little when you walked into the room. He was already set up on the couch and he almost jumped, standing to greet you.
“How’d that go?” he asked, before anything, the neutral look on your face feeling unfamiliar.
“It’s fine, it’s too late to pull me out anyway. I’ll get it together for tomorrow,” your professionalism was hard to maintain when his eyes were holding yours. They were deep and dark and even here, long hallways away from prying eyes, they seemed like they cared for you.
“And… forget those rules I made.” Now, your gaze was stuck on the floor. There was a small stain by the end table, the maids had tried to cover it with a rug.
Javi wasn’t sure what to make of that.
Still flying high from the feeling of you on his arm, his mind wandered to his previous thoughts about your rules. His mind was occupied for a moment, indulging the idea that maybe this was his chance.
Images of you – under him, gasping, fingernails curling into his skin – short circuited his brain.
“No rules, cariño?” Javier stepped into your space, eager at this off chance he could show you how much he liked you.
No pet names.
His touch started gentle, brushing a strand of hair back before combing it in with his fingers. Broad fingers slid through until he was palming the back of your head, by your neck.
No messing up my hair.
You were still as a statue, your eyes finding his like magnets and metal, and you could feel him draw close, his breath in yours.
The gentle bump of your noses was the a yank, back, back, back to your senses. Heart racing, you pulled away, a white hot feeling tearing through you. One hair closer and you would’ve been done for. This was Javier Peña. He had probably used those same touches to get countless girls and if they were anything, they were proof that you were not special.
“Tomorrow,” you all but spat at him. Turning, you shoved yourself towards the bedroom, hissing under your breath, “I cant believe you.”
Javier watched you go, dumbfounded. And then the realizations hit him one after another, sharp pain with a healthy onslaught of panic.
You thought he had been getting close to you for the job. You thought it was your fault, that you had to do better because this was professional.
He had misunderstood everything, tried to come on to you when you were giving him a chance to be respectful and he ruined it.
Cursing, he wished fruitlessly he could punch himself. Had he done anything, anything at all to make it clear to you he adored you? That if you’d kiss him, sleep with him, it would be a damn honor? That it had nothing to do with the mission?
Fuck.
He figured he had roughly ten seconds before you remembered to close the door and it would be all over.
Pushing into your room, he saw your expression and felt physical pain shoot through his chest.
Hot, angry tears were carving paths down your face, and they almost drove him to his knees. By the door, he tried to make himself look smaller, trying to tell you on face he hated himself for being so blind tonight.
Speak, words, now. His mind yelled.
“Querida, please, I'm sorry,” he was talking fast, desperate. He told you as quickly as he could how much of an idiot he was, how he didn’t mean to get you in hot water. You stared at him, wide eyes, tears drying as he tried to explained how much he liked you, how he was trying to do this thing right and screwed it up. How the last thing he wanted was for you to think you were just another opportunity hook up.
When he was done, he was almost breathing hard, forcing himself to wait for you to process before he risked shooting himself in the foot again.
Slowly, almost as if you were in a trance, you reached behind you and grabbed an overstuffed pillow off the bed. Javier was nervous you were going to hit him for a moment before you held it to your face and groaned.
“Of all the stupid, emotionally incompetent men in the whole world I just had to go and pick you,” your voice was muffled but the feeling the words gave Javier was clear as spring water. He was fine being stupid, knowing you ha picked him.
“Get out, we can figure this out tomorrow,” your face was visible again and then you threw the pillow at him and he retreated. A goofy smile was growing on his face. He had made a fool of himself, then apologized and confessed and still you picked him.
You picked him.
The idea of going back out into the field tomorrow became more than exciting. Javier felt like a damn teenager in love. He was still confused, but at the same time he wanted to go to sleep quickly, so he could skip to the part where you were near to him again.
There was a lot left to figure out, but he felt light now that you were no longer mad at him. Settling into the couch, he was already half dreaming of the next day, playing at your lover for real this time, and … and kissing you.
That thought made him slow down, and wake up again. Something felt off, and that feeling carried him back towards your room.
His knock was quiet, nervous you wouldn’t hear, and nervous you would.
When you opened the door, you looked soft and confused and he knew.
“Querida… our first kiss shouldn’t be undercover, it should be now,” he said, with determination. Before the night could end, he had to show you, prove to you that he was serious. “Before the mission starts again,” he added, and he watched the understanding fill your eyes.
“Do you mean that?” your voice was small, but equally determined.
And he nodded, swallowing.
He was offering to do this, for real: not for the game or the job or anything else, because none of those mattered here in your hotel room. It was hard for you, an hour before, to let him apologize. To let the wall that said he was in a category of men who would only hurt you. But you had, had deconstructed your self preservation and now…
The man in front of you was asking for permission to fall in love with you.
And when he kissed you, solid and gentle, you both knew you’d let him.
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HOYEON JUNG THE ONE FROM THE RED SIDE OF SQUID GAME THE PLAYED THE EVIL QUEEN WITH THE EVIL KING FIGHING LIKE BARBIE AGAINST THE SKINNYPEOPLE SUCH AS HER DOPPELGANGER WHO JUST GET MAD WHEN SHE WAS CHOKED TO THE WALL AND WHEN THIS YEON WAS CHOKED INTO WALLS AND WINDOWS BY BLUESIDE YEON SHE WAS BEING NICE AND WAS SMILING EVEN THO IT WAS MORE SERIOUS SINCE VILLAINS/OVERWEIGHTPEOPLE GET WORSE THAN HEROS/UNDERWEIGHTPEOPLE WHICH SHOWS HOW FAR SKINNYPEOPLE PLAY THE VICTIMS THAT THIS WEBSITE CALLED SKINNYGOSSIP IS A SKINNYSHAMING PAGE AGAINT FATPEOPLE THEY SKINNYSHAMED THIS YEON BECAUSE SHE IS WINXLYFAT AND STARTED TO TALK ABOUT THE OTHER JEON BEING BEAUTIFUL ACTING AS IF SHE IS THE THICK ONE WHO DESERVES MORE RESPECT THEY WANT TO GET EVERYONE TO LIKE THE SKINNY ONE SO THEY SAY SHE IS OVERWEIGHT AND WAS FATSHAMED BY THE MEDIA AS A LIE TO GET PEOPLE TO FEEL BAD AND LIKE THEM WHEN REALLY THIS HOYEON WAS FATSHAMED BY THE WHOLE MEDIA SINCE SHES ACTUALLY OVERWEIGHT AND THEY SEE HER GORY SO THERE WE GO AND ZENDAYA WENT THROUGH THE SAME DOPPELGANGER DRAMA HOW SHE PLAYED MAIN VILLAIN OF ALL VILLAINS AND HER DOPPELGANGER ZENDAYA PLAYS MJ THE GIRL FROM FRIENEMIES THAT DID A WHOLE DISS DANCE AND SONG AGAINST TAYLORSWIFT WHILE THIS ZENDAYA FROM KC UNDERCOVER(JOURNEYTOMAKEKFCAGAINSTTOMHOLLAND) TEAMED UP WITH TAYLOR SWIFT IN BADBLOOD WHICH PROVES SHES APART OF THE SQUAD UNLIKE VICTIM PLAYING CHOLE GRACE MORETZ WHO MADE SELENA GOMEZ FLOP MANY TIMES IN MOVIES WHILE THE FLOPPING TOM BECOMES A UNDEFEATED NARSISIST WHICH GAVE ME BADBLOOD FOR HIM I USED TO FEEL BAD FOR HIM UNTIL I WATCHED EVERYTHING AND ALL HE IS IS A JERK THAT DESERVES EVERYTHING COMMING TO HIM IM NOT A FAN OF TOM AND JERRY I ONLY LIKE VILLAINS LIKE SELENA GOMEZ BUT JUST IMAGINE IF SELENA CHEATED THAT WOULD BE WORSE IT WOULD BE ENDLESS APOLOGY LETTERS TO HER HATERS SORT OF WORSE THE SORT OF WORSE THAT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL AS IF YOU HAVE BEEN A MUD MONSTER ALL YOUR LIFE BRAGGING HOW PRETTY YOU ARE INFRONT OF EVERYBODY UNTIL REALISING THE TRUTH WHICH DOESNT SOUND THAT BAD UNLESS YOUR A PERFECTIONEST GIRLY LIKE ME BUT LUCKILY SELENA NEVER CHEATED IT WAS THE OTHER SELENA FROM A DIFFERENT GOMEZ FAMILY BUT THE FEAR HER AND SELNA ARE THE SAME SELENA LIES IN ZENDAYA AND THE OTHER TSQUAD MEMBERS AND FANS HEAD THAT LAST FOREVER FOR GOOD AND ITS REALLY NOT GOOD ITS HARD HAVING A PHATASS BEING SKINNYSG THEY ARRENT THE SAME PERSON KEEP WATCHING ALEX VS ALEX AND THE INTERVEIW OF GETAWAY WITH SELENA BEING DOWN THAT THE SELENA NEXT TO ETHAN IN THE PICTURE WAS SUCH A BITCH TO HER IN THE MOVIE AS PROOF THEY ARENT THE SAME AND HER PHATNESS ISNT A HALLUCINATION AND NO NOT UGLYSKINNYGIRL THE WHOLE TIME AND I GUESS HER HATERS DONT NEED A APOLOGY THEY WERE CALLING FATASSSEL WHO IS REAL ALL THOSE THINGS LIKE WINXLYUGLY AND HIDEOUS AND RETARDEDANDSTUPID AND DISGUSTING AND WILL RAVE ENDLESS BULLETS AND BOMBS AT HER THEY DESERVED TO BE CALLED TOOTHINFOREXISTENCEREGOGNITION THE WHOLE TIME BUT THERE IS ONLY 1 PROBLEM WITH THAT EVERYONE IS INTITLED TO THEIR OWN OPINION WHEATHER ITS SKINNYPEOPLESOUGLYTHEYDISABLEDANDDONTEXIST OR FATPEOPLESOUGLYTHEYDISABLEDANDDONTEXIST WHILE HOTPEOPLE AT ANY SIZE GET AWAY WITH LIFE WHICH IS GREAT EVERYONE HAS A RIGHT TO OWN OPINION SKINNYPEOPLE LIVE LUXE FATPEOPLE JUST DESERVE IT MORE ITS MY OPINION I SEE PHATNESS AS IF FATPEOPLE ARENT BIG BUT ITS NOT THE BIGGER THE SMALLER I SEE IT BY ITS PRETTINESS ITS BY HOW PRETTY THE FAT IS, LIZZO I CANT SEE AT ALL BY HER SIZE PRETTINESS NOT MEAN SHE IS BIGGER SO UNSEEABLE BODIES ARE BETTER BUT I DONT SEE SKINNYPEOPLE THAT WAY I SEE THEM WASTED AS IF ITS WIDER WHEN THEY ARE THINNER BUT NOBODY WHO SHAMES LIZZO THINKS SHES UGLY THEY ARE JELEOUS AND PRESSED OF HER BEAUTY WHILE PEOPLE WINXLY BIGGER THAN HER LIKE SELENA ARE ACTUALLY HATED FOR BEING UGLY(NOTTOME) AND THERES NO JELEOUSY WHEN PEOPLE FATSHAME A WINX PERSON ITS ALL IN ALL EVERYBODY TELLING THE TRUTH BUT AS A WINX I ENJOY WHAT HAPPENS BECAUSE AS I SAID I SEE FATGOOD SO I WONT SKINNYSHAME THEY DONT DESERVE ANYTHING BAD SAID ALL THE TIME BUT BULLIMIC MODE WHEN YOU SEE A HERO TRYNA BEAT UP A OBSEMAN YOU SAY FUCKYOU TO THE TV AND GET CRANKY THEN THEY DO WORSE TO THE OBESEMAN AND ALL YOU FEEL IS USELESS AND A FAILER TO SOCIETY OF THEM ALL BEING SKINNYANDWINNING AND YOU CANT TAKE IT BUT OTHER TIMES YOU ENJOY THEM FATSHAMING BECAUSE IT MEANS THE ONE YOU FIND MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN THEM IS THEFATONE THATS A REASON WHY ZENDAYA AND HOYEON SMILE WHILE GETING ABUSED WHILE AT THE SAME TIME RSPECTING THE DECISION OF THE SKINNYPEOPLES OPINION BUT IF IT HAPPENS TO DREW STARKY WHO IS OBVIOUSLY ATTRACTIVE NO MATTER HOW ATTRACTIVE ITS TOO OFFENCIVE SO ZENDAYA AND HOYEON WILL GET CRANKYBULLIMIC THATS WHY VILLAINS ARENT ALWAYS NICE AND AGREE WITH EVERYTHING A SKINNYPERSON HAS TO SAY BUT THE TAKE ME YELPING PEOPLE LIKE ZENDAYA AND SELNA AND TAYLOR AND HOYEON AND KARLIE ALWAYS SMILE WHEN ABUSE COMES THEIR WAY WHICH SHOWS HOW LOYAL THEY ARE TO BEING FAT ITS LIKE BEING IN LOVE WITH ROLLING AROUND IN TRASH BUT WHEN YOU WANT IT TO STOP SKINNYBULLIES WONT STOP AND JUST IN LOVE WITH UR PAIN WHILE FATBULLIES ALWAYS HAVE REVENGE ON THEM AND SEEING THAT HURTS THE MOST BUT WHEN A FATBULLY WANT REVENGE HE/SHE WILL FAIL TAKE RICO NASTY AS THE FATTESTONWINXEXTENT FOR EXAMPLE
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ＲＥＱＵＥＳＴ: Hello! I am Here to request some floofy/crack hc's for being the 5 yr old sibling of Twice, Toga, and Shigaraki? And the reader always acts serious but ends up being hilarious/adorable? BTW I Love ur writing! Keep up the good work! ヽ(•‿•)ノ
HEY HEY! THIS IS SO CUTE YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING SMART AND THANK YOU SO MUCH <33
Ｇｅｎｒｅ：FLUFF/CHAOS
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: CURSING,
𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴: THEY/THEM
AN: IM SORRY! I don't write for Twice just yet, I know hes been featured in some of my fics, but I cant write specifically for him yet! I’m so sorry!
ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴍᴘ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ:
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He may be a crusty bitch
But you are not
He lets you wear one of his hoodies, and its fucking giant on you
You stumble around in the league with it, and you just kinda follow him around mostly
He’s let you sit in a few meetings and you were very serious
You had an angry face and a pouty lip.
Dabi has a dangerous habitat of playing wth his fire when hes bored
So
During the meetin your big bro was talking about taking down hero society and that whole tangent n Dabi allowed blue flames to grow from his fingertips.
Your eyes grew wide and you reached your gloved hands toward the scarred male
He glanced at you and let you sit on his lap while he played with his flames in front of you.
No one realy noticed, not even toga
You stuck your hand into the palm of his, yours was fucking tiny and he smiled at it
But quickly wiped it away
Ekjfskjn
He kept his fire under control to not hurt you
“W- what the fuck, wheres the kid.” Tomura peeked through his mask and glanced around the room to see dabi
Dabi: 👁 👄 👁
You: 😀
“I- KID.” Tomura attempted to get your attention, but dabi kept his flames going.
“Ughaagjwn fuck.” he tapped on the table loudly
You didnt turn around, you did that weird thing where you just kinda lean back and turn your head up?? Ya know??
You grabbed onto dabi’s shirt before leaning back
“Hiiii.” you giggled at him as dabi died his flames down.
“You cant distract him right now okay?”
You pouted at him, and got onto the table and stood as tall as you could
“Help me down, poopoo!” you pointed your finger to your older brother and smiled.
He just stared at you, and turned back around AND JUST CONTINUED TALKING??? DUDE LET US DOWN
“FUCK.” you yelled out, and then danced around the table until toga convinced you (very easily) to sit down and you went back to your serious face.
You sit near Dabi still and before long you grew bored
“Can ya help me down player four?” you poke his cheek and swing your legs over the table
“Can i ask you a question first?” he poked you back
You nodded really hard, he was like youre literally going to get whiplash but ight.
“Who's player one?”
You looked around for a moment before you just responded
“Sithis. I would like down please.”
He chuckled and helped you down and you wandered off
You've picked up on a lot of Tomura’s language and game quotes from the games hes repeatedly played.
One day he was making mac and cheese (the cup kind i don't think he can really cook for shit) for you and you tugged on his shirt, your eyes wide.
“Kid what the fuck are you doing.” hes fucking taken back by your face because you look terrifying right now
“Hail sithis.” you smiled and giggled at him, and he fucking just smiles at you
You and him have staring contests all the time
When you go out (the Leagues undercover of course) you’ll ride on his shoulders
And hes like
Hell yeah
This is my little sibling
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SHES SO CHAOTIC
LITERALLY EVEN AS A FIVE YEAR OLD, YOU GET AWAY WITH A SHIT TON OF THINGS
She’ll bring you candy all the time and once
She left an energy drink out and you just thought it was a soda
So you drank it
Right,,, like a kid does
And then you start fucking bouncing off the walls
Having toga as your older sister means you're pretty used to the sight of blood or general stabbing
So the leagues really taken back when Toga full ass stabs some one and your like
😃😃😃😃😃
AHAHAHHA
Anyway
No full ass though your first reaction is to smile and laugh at the person being stabbed
N e way
She’ll do your hair everyday (WHILE DABI DOES HERS BIG BROTHER DABI) and it always looks pretty, she’ll put little clips, bows, barrettes, etc.
Dresses you the best she can (in terms of like real clothing)
Shigaraki and you,,, are okay friends
He’ll throw snacks at you every once and a while
And laughs along with you when someone gets stabbed
You picked up on Himiko biting people, so one time
He was just playing a game and you
You fucking bit him on the arm
And both you AND Himiko have really sharp fangs
So that shit hurted like hELL
“HOLY SHIT! KID WHAT THE FUCK!”
YOU LITERALLY JUST SIT THERE AND LAUGH AT HIM
One day you’re out with Himiko and Dabi
And once again have an angry pouty face
At this point you can realize when people give you guys odd looks, its been happening for such a long time
And right now people are probably seeing Toga and Dabi as your parents
Which is not what's happenin’ here.
You're resting on Dabi’s shoulder when Himiko asks you
“Hey what's wrong?” She smiles at you and offers you her hand as comfort
You just groan and respond
“People are stupid.” You pout and run your hands through Dabi’s hair
Surprisingly soft btw
They both laugh softly and Himiko glances up at your pouty face
“Dabi, lets get ice cream?” She asks the male, and you smiled wide at her
You have this random thing???
That she’ll be doing something and suddenly you’ll get really bored and just start running around and screaming
Like your hands are up youre moving as fast as you can go and are just smiling like a madman
Sometimes it lasts like 9 seconds, and others you run around until dawn.
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Ruby kept her distance, setting up on a nearby building and watching the airship through the scope of her scythe while waiting for orders from Clover. It still disgusted her to follow orders from him, but she knew she didnt have a choice right now if she wanted to keep her cover from being blown. And if the airship did happen to belong to one of Salem’s members, she’d have to act quick.
Clover’s voice came over the communicator. “The ship appears to have been abandoned. Wherever they went, they’re on foot.”
“Who do you think is here? Another of Salem’s spies?” asked Elm.
“Not sure. Harriet, you and Marrow will go look around to see if anyone spotted anything. Vine, Elm, you’re with me. We’ll take to the rooftops and see if we might be able to spot anyone suspicious around here. Ruby and Penny, for now, I think it’s best if you both start dealing with any grimm that make their way into the city. Chances are if anyone here is causing trouble, the grimm will lead you right to them.”
“Do I have to take Marrow? He’ll just slow me down.”
“I can keep up with you, Hare. Besides, we’re not racing anyone, just questioning the civilians.”
“Penny and I will be on it.” Ruby shut her communicator off, letting out a sigh when she couldnt hear the Ace-ops argue anymore. She turned to face Penny, motioning in the direction of another grimm siren. “Sounds like we’re needed on grimm detail.”
Penny nodded and picked Ruby up, flying her off to the siren that was sounding. “Who do you think would steal an airship?”
Ruby shrugged, scanning roads for grimm and any suspicious activity as Penny held her. “Not sure. Could be another spy or-” she went silent once she heard a few weapons she was familiar with. The sound of a shotgun, pistols, rockets, and metal on bone rang through the air. “Penny, land on a roof really quick.”
Penny nodded and found a building close to the sounds of battle, landing and letting Ruby go. She took a few steps forward, her eyes zooming in on the figures. “Our friends are here!”
Ruby felt her stomach tie up in knots at hearing the confirmation. It was already hard enough to keep undercover while taking the Ace-ops on wild goose chases to keep Watts from getting caught, but now that her friends were here… “We… we cant trust them.”
Penny slowly looked at Ruby, a bit concerned. “Why not? They are our friends.”
“Y-yes, but then… why steal an airship and ditch it? Why not just tell the military who they are? Surely Ironwood would allow them to land, right?”
“I’m sure they have their reasons.” Penny watched her old friends dispatch a few grimm, keeping an eye on them. “And they’ve come all this way with a relic.”
Ruby rushed to the edge of the building, watching her friends and noticing the glint of light coming off a lamp that was hooked onto Yang’s belt. A smirk formed across her lips as she turned her communicator on. “Clover, I found the owners of the airship. They’re using weapons in a restricted weapons zone.”
“We’ll make our way to your position.”
Ruby turned her communicator off again, sitting down and watching her old teammates and friends. Part of her was glad that they were all safe, but on the other hand, now that she knew they have the relic, she couldnt help but feel as if they were in her way now. She had hoped that she had made it clear to Jaune, Ren, and Nora before not to continue, but now that she could see them here…
A glint of gold caught her eye, Ruby’s eyes widening as she heard a familiar voice.
“That should be the last of them.”
Ruby paused as her eyes caught a woman with red hair standing with Jaune. The familiar armor the woman wore along with the shield and spear she carried were unmistakable. “Pyrrha…”
“Then we should go talk to them!”
“W-wait! Penny!” Ruby’s words were in vain as Penny lifted her and brought her down to her old friends,
Penny saluted as she landed, smiling brightly. “Sal-u-ta-tions!”
The group all turned to face Penny, Jaune, Nora, Ren, Pyrrha, Yang, Weiss, and Blake, surprised to see her. The surprise quickly wore off as they noticed Ruby, no longer sure what to do. Qrow was the first to speak, stepping forward and making his way closer to Ruby.
“Ruby.”
Ruby frowned and pulled out her scythe, holding it ready. “By the authority of the Atlas Military, you are under arrest for using weapons in a weapon restricted area.”
“Arent you glad to see your sister? Your friends and teammates?” asked Yang, stepping between Ruby and Qrow. “Or have you really changed that much?”
“Drop your weapons-”
‘No.” Weiss and Blake both stood next to Yang, readying their weapons. Weiss kept her eyes on her former partner, hoping that Yang, Nora, Ren, Jaune, and Qrow were wrong. “You dont have to do this. We can be a team again.”
Penny started to look a bit more confused, looking between Ruby and her friends. “I… do not understand.”
Ruby took a step back, looking around at each of her old friends. “Penny, you cant trust them. They’re agents of Salem.”
“You’re the one working with Salem!” Jaune stepped forward, pulling out his scroll and showing the recording he took of Ruby willingly walking off with Tyrian. “But you can change that. You can come with us-”
Ruby put her scythe away, letting out a sigh before using her semblance to grab the relic from Yang. She felt the lamp pull away from her grasp as Pyrrha used her semblance to pull it from her, a prosthetic arm holding it.
Pyrrha let out a sigh, clipping the lamp to her own belt as the rest of the group readied themselves. “Ruby, we dont need to fight.”
Ruby felt her hand clench into a fist before she ran off with her semblance getting as far away as she could.
The Ace-ops rushed over as the trail of rose petals started to fade in the wind. Clover stepped over, looking the group over before looking at the trail of scattered rose petals. “We heard everything through Penny’s communicator. I’m sorry for the trouble that was caused.”
Qrow let out a heavy sigh before sheathing his weapon and turning to Clover. “It’s fine. I doubt you would have known beforehand. Either way, we need to speak to Ironwood. We have a few things we need to discuss with him.”
Clover nodded, walking off towards an airship. “Then follow me.” He paused for a moment as he passed Harriet. “Hare, I need you and the rest of our team to search for Ruby. Consider her armed and dangerous. Use any means necessary to bring her in.”
Harriet nodded as she readied her exo arms and motioned for the rest of the Ace-ops to follow. “Of course, sir.”
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Ruby sighed as she entered an abandoned building, slamming her hand against the wall. “Of course they’d be here already.”
Watts shook his head, putting his scroll away. “Now that Ironwood will know you’re working with Salem, you’re becoming a liability.”
“I can still follow through with my plan.”
“And how do you plan to do that?”
Ruby paused for a moment, looking out the window and watching a green streak across the sky. “Think you can make a virus for me?”
Watts smirked, catching onto Ruby’s thoughts. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
“I’m sure. I can use her to sow a little chaos.”
#sleeper agent ruby au#sleeper agent ruby#rwby#ruby rose#rwby ruby rose#weiss schnee#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#clover ebi#harriet bree#elm ederne#marrow amin#qrow branwen#penny polendina#drabbles#angst#angsty drabbles#pyrrha nikos#jaune arc
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@shinoweek 2021 Prompt 3 - Sunset/Canon Divergence
Words: 3.7k
Genre: Angst. Drama. Shinohina. Tragedy
Warnings: -
Additional Tags: Shinohina, Kibahina, Naruhina, family issues, Konoha’s noble clans, nepotisme and collusion.
Author’s Note: I’m so sorry y’all. I’ve been extra busy :( Here’s chapter 2 (?) of my Shino week series. I hope you have a great day :)
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2
It has been 3 days since Shino disappeared from the Aburame compound.
It has also been 3 days since the Konoha elders re-welcomed the Aburames and reintegrated them into society.
Ever since, Shino has been staying at ROOT, hiding undercover while waiting for Danzo's orders.
And with that, Shino is handed the dreadful task of explaining every little detail to Torune.
"I just can't understand your logic, Shino." He says, clenching his fists on the table. "You should know better than to just run away from home like that!"
"What do you think you'll achieve with this?" Torune grits his teeth, "You cant escape this--there's no way Danzo will let you out anymore!"
Guilt that has previously bubbled inside him was now gone. Shino felt close to nothing as he stays cooped in ROOT. No fear. No anxiety. He was obviously feeling full of himself, believing to have won his side of the bargain. As such, none of Torune's words were ringing bells inside his head.
Shino tries to keep his facade well-put.
"How is Uncle Shibi taking the news?"
"I've sent some beetles to Father. I can tell he's doing well even without me. Nothing else will change in the household."
"Not until," Shino's words come to a startled halt. "Until I finish my promise to Danzo."
His brother bangs the table in a display of panic that Shino has never seen. " You don't know what he'll do to you. Shino, you don't know anything..."
His words cut off abruptly. In a split second, Shino senses a tremble in Torune. A slight quiver of his lips.
Torune used to live with them, and had expressed massive gratefulness towards his uncle. Shino didn't realize at that time (he was but merely eight), that more than anything, Torune's sacrifice was addressed more towards Shibi. The boy would do anything to protect his uncle—you can see it in the way he devotes himself to his work.
A kindred sort of regret rose in Shino. To think that he had so easily thrown away the ideal life that Torune had bestowed upon him—and voluntarily at that.
But both of them know that there is no safer alternative.
(It's an inevitable fate, they console themselves. It is a necessary sacrifice.)
"I had to do it for our clan." Shino repeats the fact to his brother. "We were to be killed soon enough. And it would have been Father first."
Shino's eyes flit nervously as he spoke.
"And who do you think would pull the trigger, Shino?"
Torune didn't ask why. Like he knew all of the details already.
Shino glanced around the room, thinking. He already knows the answer. Rather, he's trying to figure out how to word it in a manner that doesn't...offend Torune.
(Shino could list all the names of the ANBU members that have been in contact with particular individuals. Journalists, Governors, Clan heads, people of high posistions. Their agenda was blatant. Shino knows because their names have been whispered in contemplation throughout the Aburame compound.)
"The jonins," Shino says, in a hushed voice. "The jonins will work together with the ANBU. The Sarutobi clan will be extremely involved too."
There is a pattern Shino notices in Konoha's history. It's that the types of people who reign over the village are identical and identifiable amongst each other. A teacher to their student, A blood relative to their predecessor. Lesser clans would do anything to grab ahold of that social circle.
Replacing an unliked noble clan would be one of such tasks.
Torune listens keenly, in a hum that neither denies or confirms it.
"Not only that," He resumes, "There seems to be equal participation from other clans. Such as the Nara. You know they've been looking to steal our research on bugs."
"They're especially interested in yours, Torune."
He doesn't oblige. Torune was aware of this well before he came to ROOT, too. Fear and suspense were not things Torune had to be worried about. But today, he finds that he had to face it--the abject horror of seeing his little brother in a hostage situation. The pure fear of knowing how hopeless he is engulfs him. Was there nothing that Torune can do?
(A shinobi must constantly opress their emotions, follow a strict set of rules that they decide among themselves, and avoid extraneous conflict.
This was the first lesson Danzo had stamped inside Torune's memories.
To disconnect oneself from the act of murder—it was the essence of a shinobi.
Or so Torune thought.)
"I was to be sent as well, Shino." Torune looks down as he breaks the ice. "They want us gone because of our power. Of our potential. They'll take our knowledge and use it to their own benefit. All the research, medicine, poisons and bugs."
(The Aburames are notorious for being mysterious. All done in order to conceal oneself, to prevent oneself from having their secret techniques outed in public. Ensuring, that they stay formidable, underestimated,
and strong.)
"You heard Danzo say it. They think we're weird. Unsanitary. Off-putting. That our secrecy is a form of betrayal, even when we've been constantly obedient to Konoha."
"And will you die as well?" Shino asks cautiously, "After you've killed all of us, will they dispose of you too, Torune?"
A sorrow smile lit up Torune's face. There was, again, no answer. Shino knows—No, he had plenty of ideas already. Torune’s predisposition was already a valid enough reason for Konoha to justify his death. Killed or not, there are many ways to make a man break. Danzo would have his merry time trying out which one of those methods satisfy him best.
What Konoha was capable of bringing unto the Uchiha was just as likely to happen to the Aburames.
(This exchange ended on a heavy note. Nothing Shino says will add or subtract from the issue at hand. Just a hanging air of dread, looming over their clan's future. Both of them did what they had to preserve their clans. To protect those important to them.
But this sense of kinship—to protect those that they love. Is it not what Konoha preaches to their young, too?
Or was it the reason that Konoha wants to tear apart the Aburame family ties?)
A knock on the wooden door brings an end to the brothers' conversation. The Yamanaka boy comes in, head held high.
"Lord Danzo has requested for you, Shino Aburame. Come along, now."
Shino leaves Torune in the room. Torune knows best that he should not interfere lest he wants to live a day beneath the soil.
It can be said that ROOT was an illegal form of bodyguards, acting as Danzo's personal squadron. A blatant display of political corruption, despite Danzo’s "fancy" position as Konoha's elder. The facility was well maintained, and there was never a shortage of child soldiers sent there. The clan leaders know Danzo as a demanding figure.
The Yamanaka boy—Fuu Yamanaka stops to knock at a set of tall doors. Shino stops to ponder whether he was related directly to Ino Yamanaka.
An oddly lit room opens up by Shino, displaying machines, scrolls, and different books that are perfectly arranged inside the giant walls of bookshelves. Danzo stood in the center, on a throne chair that he does not deserve.
"You may leave now, Fuu." He spoke in a low tone.
Something in Shino buzzes as he watch the Yamanaka eye him begrudgingly while he closes the door. The buzzing didn't stop after he went out.
(His bugs were reacting to something. A feeling that Shino doesn't want to name)
"You. You're the son of Shibi Aburame, aren't you?" Danzo sneers, "So the Aburames have a dojutsu now, huh? What a nuisance. What, is your dojutsu like the Uchiha's? Prompted by deep emotional pain?"
(Shino feels the buzzing again. His bugs were on guard, but for what?)
"Does Shibi have this ability, too?"
"No." Shino spouts a half-lie.
"And how did you get your hands on this? Are you saying that it just appeared out of nowhere?"
Danzo was gauging for answers. Shino was never good at communication himself, but he was naturally gifted in speaking conspicuously
"It was always in the Aburame blood. Just forgotten through time. Nothing new."
"And you vermins have been hiding this to yourselves, haven't you? Yet you wonder why Konoha has no trust in you."
"The other clans have aces up their sleeves, too. It's why they call it a Hidden Jutsu."
Shino didn't mean to sound snark. But Danzo himself might not have the mental intelligence to understand sarcasm, so Shino thinks it's okay.
"So this dojutsu of yours—The Senrigan—tell me how this is more useful than the Byakugan."
Shino bit his tongue before answering. Once more, he'll have to cherry-pick his words exceptionally well.
"I transfer my sight to my bugs. Depending on how many bugs there are and how they're aligned, my sight can reach other countries."
"The Senrigan requires one to be perfectly still, but the bugs can collect all sounds, sights, and other details without having their chakra traced. Hiding my chakra under the bug's natural chakra will make them unnoticed by sensors"
Danzo squints his eye, thinking. "Quite the useful spying tool, huh."
"Still, we need to make sure you're telling the truth. Take off your glasses."
Shino was taken aback from the sudden request,
"Now."
He does as he's told. The sunglasses are safely kept in his pockets. Shino's eyes were dark under the sunlight, and an even deeper shade of obsidian indoors.
"Let's have you demonstrate your Senrigan, shall we? I've sent Fuu to loiter around Konoha's busy streets. Locate him using the senrigan, and tell me every word he's speaking."
And without further ado, Shino created some hand seals, took a deep breath, and a swarm of kikaichu flew out of his body, travelling through the doors and crevices of the ROOT headquarters before dispersing overground. The emerald hue of Shino's eyes looked stunning in the dark.
Even from a distance, Danzo can sense an intricate, huge web of chakra dispersing from the boy's body, Undulating, stretching outwards, and going back and forth between Shino's body and his bugs. Then, as if on command, the chakra fell silent and Shino lets out a long exhale. He's successfully established the connection.
As Shino stills his senses to callibrate himself to the beetles, he orders them to trace any signs of the familiar Yamanaka chakra signature. He steadily reduces his chakra input. When a preferable balance is reached, Shino waits in silence. Until a bug notifies him of any significant clues
(Go to the streets. He instructs them. Hover around in small swarms and don't terrify the people.
A short pause. Don't bump into anyone that I know, He commands again.)
Danzo watches as the Aburame in front of hin froze into a lotus pose. The stare in his eyes blank, but definitely buzzing with intel and chakra. There is much to be studied with this new forbidden jutsu.
Shino is notified of a sighting near Konoha's marketplace. He checks in with the bug, and once their visions link he can tell that the person had the same chakra signature.
"I've located him." Shino said. "He's using a mask and brown cloak, performing jutsus to the local children."
"And what is he saying?"
Shino tries to concentrate as hard as he can. The hand seals that Fuu was using was something he didn't recognize. Apparently memorizing while the Senrigan is activated proved to be more dizzying than he thought.
"Tori, Uma, Ne, Inu, Ne, Tori, Hitsuji, Tatsu, I, Ushi..." Shino recites slowly, making sure that he isn't wrong. "This is a variant of the Water-style technique. He's forming water spouts from his fingers."
That's absolutely correct, Fuu signals to Danzo, who had been telepathically communicating with him all this time.
"Well done, Shino. You've proven to us that you and your clan can be of use."
And with that Shino scrunches his eyes shut. A little bit disoriented from having to memorize while using the Senrigan. His beetles swiftly fly back to him, bringing him a small amount of chakra they absorbed from the villagers.
"I've done my part in reintegrating the Aburames. Give me a month and things will be back to normal. Are you ready to fulfill your side of the promise?" Danzo asked, as he stood up from his chair.
Shino gulps nervously. He didn't really plan out what to do next. But Shino was a master at lying, and with a countenance that no one can read, he was indecipherable.
"Why did you want us gone in the first place?" Shino asks, not realizing that he had voiced the thoughts out loud.
Danzo Shimura was a man who took the Second Hokage's manifesto to heart. Perhaps a bit too much. Shino had suspected, backed with the evidence and observation of his clansmen, that Danzo was pulling strings that led to the Uchiha massacre. It was easy to connect the dots, especially with Shibi and Shino's ability (they were tasked to clean it up. Shibi was fast in doing so, while Shino tended to the unconscious Sasuke.)
From the very formation of Konoha, the Aburame clan was in charge of the most tedious work. Often times having to deal with the brunt of it while Konoha lives scott-free. Border patrols, cleaning up after crimes, interrogation. The Aburames are efficient, but this efficiency ultimately lead to their public consternation.
"You Aburames are skilled, I must admit." Danzo's croaked voice echoed through the chamber. "So much so that any village would want to use you as weapons."
"And that's all there is to it, really. You bunch are too strong. Too skilled. There's too many unknown factors. The higher-ups have agreed to eliminate these threats. After all, Konoha prides itself in being a friendly nation. Your blood brings filth to our soil."
Shino knows that there is a lie slipped between those words. Danzo was not a friendly type of leader.
"The Four Noble Clans of Konoha are in need of a change. The Uchihas have proven to be evil. It is in Konoha's best interest to discard the bad, and salvage whatever is left. Haven't you noticed? The only reason we keep the Akimichi is because they're dumb enough to be controlled by the Nara and Yamanaka. And the Hyuuga's reputation are held at our mercy. You're smart enough to figure the rest." Danzo says, walking to approach Shino.
What?
Did he hear his words right? The Akimichi clan? All along, Shino had thought that the lucky title of a 'Noble Clan' are given to clans who had body modifications that cannot be replicated by other ninjas. To think that his fellow team had such a scheme hanging around their backs...Shino wants to believe that Team 10's friendship is genuine.
"Tomorrow," Danzo says, patting the chuunin's back, "You will be promoted as Jonin and will be registered as a member of the ANBU. Of course, that's a lie. Because tomorrow I will personally have you run... special errands for me."
Shino gulped. He didn't like the close proximity.
"Make sure you say your goodbyes today. You'll be listed as dead for security reasons."
And with that, Shino is let out of the facility. He finds himself pondering aimlessly on a nearby park bench. Autumn has turned the Konohagakure into a beautiful display of warm colors. The trees looked like they've been covered in a rich, velvet cloak and the air was sublime. Shino wonders how long it'll be till he can bask in this scenery again.
First, he'd visit his father. Then, he'd visit his other family members. After that he'll visit...no one. How could Shino bear to look at his friend's faces after resolving so adamantly to despise them? After convincing himself that they've forgotten him.
(And Shino still hopes. He hopes that somehow someone will notice eventually.)
But he supposes he'll finish his priorities first. Evade a civil war, restore his clan's honor, and the rest will be his secondary concerns. It is dire that he doesn't get emotional, especially in the current state Konoha is in.
He looks at the children, playing games under a nearby tree. They were too young for the academy, of course, but if they were old enough to attend, would they all turn out like him? Cold and efficient?
Shino thinks that he used to be a perfectly good student. A good ninja, but perhaps not so good as a friend. One can see plenty of differences between Shino and the rambunctious Naruto, but do they realize how much he envies his cheerful personality?
(And Shino envies him so much. He's taken the attention of the girl he favors. And now, he has taken everyone's attention away from Shino's disappearance.
Naruto had outshined Shino. As if Shino was a shadow that should not exist.)
He's had enough of the pointless thoughts. It was almost noon and Shino has to hurry home if he wants to say proper goodbyes.
But a shrill bark had frozen him to his seat.
"Akamaru, calm down!" A familiar voice shouted.
Shino jolted at the sound. It was coming from behind him. He senses two people walking by, and a dog beside them. Shino was already certain of who they were.
"Akamaru, what's wrong boy? You shouldn't be barking at strangers." The man—Kiba himself said, as he crouched to rub Akamaru's head.
"Maybe he sees someone, Kiba-kun? I don't think anyone's back home from missions..." Hinata replied, looking around the park.
Oh heavens. If there was anyone who Shino would avoid the most, it'd be these two—Hinata and Kiba. He doesn't want to face them. He doesn't even want to be near them. Alas, everytime Shino denies this thought his heart urges him more and more. To simply turn to them. To tell them everything.
(But who was it really who had decided to forget about him in the first place? No one had bothered to ask where he went after the Chuunin exams.)
Akamaru's barking turned into a soft whine. The canine was visibly confused.
Shino has yet to move from his spot at the bench.
"Come on now. No one is here. You've mistaken him for someone else, buddy." Kiba says, sounding a little harsh for someone who claims to be Akamaru's partner.
(Shino wanted to burst out laughing. Doubting a ninja dog's nose? Especially one who has worked with Shino for years? Kiba was a bad liar.
See, even Akamaru notices! Shino thinks to himself, proud to have concluded that the fault was theirs all along.)
Akamaru still whines when Kiba motions him away from Shino's bench.
"Why are you being so difficult today?!" Kiba grunts, frustrated. "Come on Akamaru, you don't want to upset Hinata on our date!"
Oh.
Oh.
So it’s like that, huh.
"K-Kiba-kun! Please don't shout in public..." Hinata whimpers, fiddling her thumbs together.
And with a little nudge, Akamaru finally moves on with them. The couple enjoying the beauty of Konoha's Autumn, oblivious to everything behind it.
It took minutes. Hours, even for Shino to compose himself enough to process the ordeal.
And those hours were filled with empty pondering. With words that were on the tip of falling out of his mouth. With feelings that he had not been brave enough to admit before. With the eternal, everlasting regret of not speaking up.
But there was nothing he could do.
A shinobi must constantly suppress their emotions, follow a strict set of rules that they decide among themselves, and avoid extraneous conflict
This is for the best. he repeats to himself. Hinata would be better off without him, he thinks.
(But he could have made her happy too. He would've given everything for her.)
A stroll to wash off these thoughts. Yes, Shino thinks that all he needed was to cool his head, shrug it off, and return to his obligations tomorrow. The warm glow of sunset was eager to mask his unease.
The sunset was particularly shy that day, and had swiftly sank to allow the moon to greet him instead. It's already past six o,clock. He knows that he needs to greet his family, but Shino's distraught conscience told him to look at the sky. The moon was still as luminous as usual.
Shino had always known how beautiful the moon is. How beautiful its pearly shimmer is.
(How gentle her eyes were, radiating such a serene, pure love)
And like an opened dam, suddenly Shino feels his chest aching. Like a hole had opened inside him--one that he can't touch nor see. A hole that, no matter how hard Shino tries, would always engulf him in rain. In a downpour that feels like a thousand needles showering on him.
It feels like such a distant memory. Months ago they were still fine. Hinata was still his comrade. And now, she's floating further away from his grasp. Was there no more space for Shino in her heart?
(But Shino was a fool to believe—
A firefly can't love the moon.
Its language can't be heard,
Its wings can't reach the sky,
Its light can't compare to the sea of stars.
It can only do what a firefly does best.
Illuminate the night in its own glow.
A token of a love that falls on deaf ears.)
By the time Shino reaches the Aburame compound, his tears were already dry. Shibi waits for him near the estate gates, and without speaking a word, held his son in a deep embrace. A fitting greeting for a child who's always been forced to grow up before his time.
Shino was going to stay the night in the estate. Saying goodbyes and packing things up. Of course, no further information would be given—everyone was in a state of wary due to the constant supervision.
He had to console them the best he can. Explain the situation. Share his insights. Assure them that this is his job as the Aburame heir. And for that, he would do everything in his capacity to make sure his loved ones don't perish.
A night is never enough to tell stories. By tomorrow morning, Shibi would have said goodbye to two sons.
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