#I have questions because I'm pretty sure it's from their pride collection

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Got this on clearance for $12 today and posted it on Instagram and apparently my sister has the same one in green

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Rule Breaker - Pt 3

max Verstappen x single mom!reader

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warnings: cursing, jos is an even bigger asshole, barely proofread, logan's there, glazed-over mentioning of childhood trauma Summary: Max has it all...right? Besides, he's too busy collecting trophies and completing side quests for anything else. Until... You moved across a whole ass ocean to start over, uprooting you and your son's lives to become social media admin for cars that drive in circles. word count: 7937 (i got so carried away holy shit) auth.note: listen, eagle boy swayed me with his pretty eyes and soft voice... also this was a great excuse for me to rewatch Mulan for the millionth time. spotify: i made a playlist

"Team meeting in ten," GP commented.

Max nodded, eyes following y/n through the window as she paced in the small courtyard, talking on her phone. He hadn't seen or spoken to her since they'd finished the Q and A the day before. Surprisingly, he'd actually enjoyed it. He told himself it was because she'd made sure to gather thought provoking questions, not because some of his answers had made her laugh and her laugh made him feel relaxed. GP turned to look out the window and Max quickly looked down at his plate, even though he'd just taken the last bite of his breakfast. When the engineer turned back, Max could feel his amused expression.

"Looks like it might rain," GP said casually.

Nodding again, Max washed down the last of his food with his coffee. "More chances for fuck ups."

"It's not a crime."

He finally looked up. "What?"

GP nodded towards the window.

"If rain was a crime, would they put god in prison?" Max asked, keeping his face blank when his friend snorted and rolled his eyes.

"You're not a robot, Max."

From the corner of his eye he could see her approaching Christian, who was coming from the garage. "I never said I was."

"Then stop acting like one. You're still young, I guess you're attractive, and you're at the top of your career."

"Thank you for that endorsement," Max said drily. Horner had stepped aside with y/n, whose hands were moving as she spoke to him. "I'll be sure and put it in my Tinder profile."

GP's eyebrows lifted. "You have one?"

"Fuck no." He pushed his chair back. "I don't have time."

"Max," his friend sighed.

"I'll see you at the meeting." He took care of his dishes, making sure to thank the staff working the dining area before leaving the motorhome, telling himself it was so he could get some fresh air and clear his head for the meeting. His legs carried him around the corner to where y/n and Christian were still talking, and he boldly approached.

"…speak to him." Christian shot a look at Max.

"If he was joking I wouldn't think twice about it.," y/n said, frowning. "But I don't see how it could have been. He was extremely rude, implied I wasn't worth hiring based on my looks, and…"

Max kept his mouth shut, knowing she needed to do the speaking. Giving her a faint nod when she looked at him, he felt a glimmer of pride when she straightened her shoulders.

"I didn't spend four years in college – sorry, university – and work three jobs at once to be demeaned. I know I have the skills and drive to do my job, but if this team continues to foster that sort of toxic environment you'll have to look for a new social media admin," she said firmly.

He tried to but couldn't keep the smile from forming.

Christian looked slightly impressed, giving her a reassuring nod. "I understand. He's not employed by us, he's only here by our good graces."

"I know he's the father of the your top driver, and I spoke with him before coming to you," she said, as though Max wasn't standing right there.

Christian pressed his lips together and Max knew he was trying to hide his smile. "Of course. We'll deal with it, I promise."

"Thank you." She relaxed, sighing softly. "I'm not trying to cause trouble, Mr. Horner."

"It's Jos fucking Verstappen, he's the trouble," Christian muttered. "Don't worry, alright? If anyone ever gives you a problem, reach out to me."

She nodded. "Thanks again. Oh!" She turned to Max, smiling hopefully. "I already asked Checo and he said yes to doing it this week. Would you be up to 24 hours with you at Monaco? Not the full 24 hours since I don't want to watch you sleep, but I just stick with you for the rest of the day and show fans a behind the scenes look at what a practice or quali day for you looks like."

"Why?" he asked, still stuck on the thought of her watching him sleep.

"Well! Casual fans don't realize how much work goes into being you. The training and diet and analyzing and teamwork. All the stuff you do even before practice and quali, like walking the track."

"For the whole day."

"Yeah, except for sleeping. I mean, that would probably really ramp up views, but—"

"I'm not that interesting though," he said. Why would anyone want to spend a practice or quali day with him?

"Oh don't start with the modesty. You're an elite athlete. I'm not asking you to invite me into your bedroom and let me show your bed to the world, just a small peek at what you're like. We can highlight your sim racing, explain how it's helped you learn the tracks so well. Talk about your suit, why the fireproof is so important." She tipped her head. "Maybe a shot of your suitcase to prove you do have clothes other than Red Bull gear? If you do, because I'm beginning to think you only have one pair of jeans and a Red Bull shirt."

He laughed at that, shaking his head. "I guess I can do it. We'll see how Checo's goes."

"Perfect. Speaking of, I'm doing that tomorrow so I gotta start posting to hype it up—"

"Meeting in two minutes," Christian told them.

Max looked at him, chagrined to admit he'd forgotten the man was there. "On the way," he promised, rubbing the back of his neck when Christian shot him a knowing look and headed off. Turning back to y/n, he cleared his throat. "I'm not showing my suitcase to the world."

"Is it that embarrassing?" she asked, clicking her tongue in sympathy. "Do you have Red Bull boxers too?"

"No, I—" he cut off, remembering the company's joke birthday gift to him the year before. "Okay, I do, but they're not in my suitcase."

"At least let me throw a team logo pillow on the bed—"

"Absolutely not."

She fell into step next to him, an extra bounce in her walk. "Are you saying there's already one there?"

He shouldn't say it. It would probably be inappropriate. He told himself that repeatedly, even as he drew a breath and opened his mouth. "Why the interest in my bed?"

"I told you, I love sleep. Oh." She frowned. "It'll be a hotel bed anyway."

Opening the motorhome door for her, he glanced up at the cloudy sky as the aroma of flowers he couldn't identify washed over him. "No?"

"Are you saying you get an Airbnb?" she asked in confusion. "Do they even have that in Monaco—"

"You didn't know? I thought you asked Google everything," he teased.

Her brow furrowed deeply. "Didn't know what?"

"I live in Monaco. So no, it wouldn't be a hotel room."

The confusion melted away, her eyes widening a little. "Oh. Wow."

"Wow?" he echoed, heading to the stairs.

"You're rich rich."

"Don't say that," he requested, making a face. She made wealth sound dirty.

"In my defense I didn't think to look up everyone's salary when I got hired. I mean I knew you were rich, but—"

"Stop saying it—"

"Sorry." She smiled sweetly, which told him she wasn't sorry at all. "Have a good meeting, Max. Oh, wait!"

He stopped at the top of the stairs, huffing when she lifted her phone and snapped a photo of him. "Why do you need a picture of me right now?"

"To show the world that even Max Verstappen, three time world champion, record breaker and maker, is sometimes late for a meeting."

Dragging a hand over his face, he sighed. "You're in a strange mood today."

"I'm getting comfortable. It's what I do. Lull everyone into thinking I'm sweet and quiet, then once I know I can relax I let my true self out."

"I'm scared to ask what your true self is," he admitted, ignoring his phone when it began to buzz with a phone call.

"Chaos," she told him, snapping another photo. "And I'm so putting a team logo pillow on your bed next week."

"No," he warned her as she turned to go back down the stairs. "No pillow."

"Go to your meeting or I'll post on Twitter than you have Red Bull boxers!"

"You wouldn't."

"Try me, rich boy."

And, damn everything, he laughed. She spun at the bottom of the stairs, giving him a smile that was pure sunshine. Not about to tempt fate, he held up his hands in surrender and went to the conference room for the meeting, still smiling as he slid into his seat next to Checo. When the meeting was over he hung back, his smile long gone as he waited for whatever Christian had to say.

"Two things," Christian started, leaning back in his seat with a sigh.

Max rolled his water bottle between his hands and stayed silent.

"Your dad."

He nodded. "I'll talk to him—"

"He's on probation now. If he so much as looks at anyone the wrong way, he'll be banned from the garage and the paddock." Christian steepled his hands. "It would probably be best if I did it now, but…"

"I'll talk to him," Max said again, already dreading that conversation. "Sometimes he speaks before he thinks, and unfortunately y/n was on the receiving end."

"Are you defending him?"

"No. I'm saying…" What was he saying? He didn't even know himself, so how could he explain it to Christian?

"You're saying what he would expect you to say. Max." Christian leaned forward. "I know he's your father. But – what did y/n say? He creates a toxic environment."

Max was on his feet and pacing before he realized he was moving. "What do you want me to do? Cut him out of my life completely? He's my dad. He made me who I am." Slinging his cap onto the table, he ran a hand through his hair. "He gave up on a marriage so I could achieve my dreams. I know people call it abuse and yeah if I could change the past I would, or at least some parts, but… Would I be me if he didn't do what he did?"

Christian sighed and Max hung his head. The bitterness between team principal and his father had been around as long as he could remember. And he understood, he did. Most days even he didn't like Jos that much.

"What he said to y/n was unacceptable. I know that. When she told me, I…" He paused, unsure whether he wanted to admit what his first thoughts had been. Starting to pace again, he stopped at the window and looked outside, noting that the earlier clouds had rolled away. "I was ready to tell you to ban him."

Christian nodded. "You sure you want to talk to him? Because I'll do it. I don't have a problem telling him to go fuck himself."

"I should do it," Max said with a sigh.

There was silence from Christian, and Max finally snatched up his hat and sat back down. "I'll do it, Max."

He would never admit to the rush of relief at those words. "What was the other thing?"

"Y/n."

He set his jaw. "What about her?"

"She's off limits."

Max blinked. "How do you mean?"

"I've seen the way you look at her."

He pinched his eyebrows together. He wasn't aware he'd been looking at her in any particular way. He just…looked at her. It was true that she did make him smile a little bit more than he usually did, but that had to be due to her self-professed chaos—

"It's in her contract. Yours too, I'm sure."

"I'm – Nothing's happened." Yes, she'd slept in his private room and yes, his sheets had smelled of her and given him dreams he shouldn't have been dreaming. But nothing else had happened.

Soft hands, plush hips, bright eyes, lush mouth—

"Keep it that way. We can't afford another PR disaster."

Max snorted, unsure how anything he did – not that he would do anything – with y/n could come close to the disaster Christian had caused. "I'm not texting her, so."

"Cheeky bastard," Christian muttered. "Go get prepped for practice."

Grabbing his water bottle from the floor, Max left. Off limits. What the hell did that even mean? He couldn't be friendly with her? He couldn't keep his promise to watch a movie with Kevin?

Fuck Christian anyway, he wasn't one to talk about someone being off limits, he decided. He went down for another coffee, inconspicuously looking around for y/n. Not seeing her, he turned his attention to the upcoming practice, trying his best to push his worries about his father to the back of his mind.

When he approached the garage he saw her, and he frowned slightly when he saw Logan talking to her. Did they know each other? They obviously did, judging by the way she laughed at something he said. Sourness filled his mouth and he gulped down his water, grunting when a hand suddenly clapped his shoulder.

"Mate, you coming out tonight?" Lando asked with a grin.

"Not a good idea to go out before quali, mate," Max said automatically.

"I'm not gonna get drunk. A few of us are just going out to eat. You in?"

"I think I'll skip it. But we'll go out Sunday?"

Lando's grin widened and Max chuckled, knowing he was remembering what little he could of the celebration in Miami. Lando loved to party after a race. "Absolutely. Good practice, yeah?"

Max grinned, bumping fists with him before they parted. The American was still talking to y/n. Didn't he need to get ready? Go fluff his hair or something? Walking up to them, he nodded at Logan. "Have a good practice alright, mate?"

"Oh, yeah, better get to the garage." Logan turned and flashed a smile at y/n. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Sure. Be safe," she said.

She was smiling a little too hard, in his opinion. And then she was—

Hugging? Him?

Max felt like he might vomit.

"Later, Max," Logan said as he jogged off.

"What did he want?" Max asked.

She looked up from checking something on her camera. "Hm? Oh, nothing, just chatting. He's nice."

"Yeah, a complete sweetheart," he said with a roll of his eyes. Then, shoving the sourness away, he cleared his throat. "I've got the sim racing tomorrow after quali, then the race is Sunday."

Y/n blinked, then nodded slowly. "Yes?"

"I promised Kevin we'd watch the movie?" he reminded her.

"Oh, yeah. Don't worry about it, I know you're too busy. He hasn't even mentioned it again, I'm sure he's already forgotten." She turned slightly and knelt to take pictures of his car in the garage.

"But I promised."

"Max, it's really not that big a deal."

It was. To her it might not be. If she couldn't do something with her son when she had promised she could, she was able to do it another time. He couldn't just show up to her flat to watch a movie. And Kevin had been so excited… He tried not to remember all the promises that had been made to him as a child, promises he had learned at an early age would never be kept. "Y/n…"

She looked up at him, drawing a breath to, he was sure, tell him again that it was fine. But she paused, studying his face, and he heard her sigh as she lowered the camera. "This is really important to you, isn't it?"

"And to Kevin," he pointed out.

"He did talk about it a lot last night before he went to sleep. Made sure the hotel tv had Disney plus and asked if Ellie would buy some popcorn…" She sighed, smiling. "Did you want to do it next week before Monaco?"

"I was thinking today? After the practice and debrief. If you're not too busy," he added, unintentionally looking towards the Williams garage.

"No, I don't have any plans. Just editing and posting, and I can do that while you two watch a movie. I've got plans for dinner, but there's plenty of time."

"Plans?" he asked, trying his best to sound casual.

"Yeah! Logan offered to take me out to see a little of the town. He's offered to be my tour guide."

At night. Now he knew he would vomit. "How delightful," he managed.

"Yeah, he's sweet. Don't worry, I won't give away any secrets."

The sourness returned, doubled, and he recognized it now as jealousy. Which was beyond ridiculous, because she wasn't his to be jealous over. Seeing that she was about to stand he immediately offered his hand, easily steadying her as she rose to her feet.

"Thanks."

He wondered what sort of cream she used on her hands. They were so soft. "Y/n—"

"Max!"

Y/n's smile faded and she practically snatched her hand away. "I'll message you the hotel info," she said, turning on her heel and sweeping into the garage.

"I need to talk to you," his father demanded.

Looking into the garage, he saw that he had a full thirty minutes before practice began. No way out of this conversation. Nodding, he followed his father to a relatively secluded spot, keeping his head down.

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"His father is such an asshole, honestly. We were talking outside the garage and he marched up like he owns the—" Y/n glanced to make sure Kevin still had his headphones on and wasn't listening in. Seeing that he did and wasn't, she turned back to Ellie. "—fucking place and barked at him all 'I need to talk to you' like the guy isn't about to go out on the track."

Ellie made a face. "What a prick. What did he have to say to him that was so important?"

Y/n shrugged, bending to gather the dirty pair of socks off the floor. "No idea. He dragged him off and I could see them but couldn't hear anything. I felt so bad for Max."

"I would have too. And he didn't say anything when he got back to the garage?" Ellie smoothed the bedding while y/n stuffed the dirty laundry into a sack.

"Not to me." Sighing, y/n dropped the sack inside the bathroom and then got down on her hands and knees to make sure nothing embarrassing was lying around. "He looked like a kid getting yelled at, Ellie. I had no idea his dad was that much of an—"

She saw Kevin moving and stopped, getting to her feet while he set his tablet and headphones on the table. "Gotta pee, mama," he said, sliding out of the chair.

"Did you finish your game?" she asked while Ellie looked around to make sure the hotel room was presentable.

"Yeah, it's easy," Kevin said.

"Are you gonna tell him?" Ellie whispered.

"No… What if he can't make it? I don't want to get his hopes up." Y/n pushed the chair in at the table and checked the tablet, seeing that Kevin had indeed finished the alphabet game she'd downloaded that morning for him.

"If he doesn't come, maybe we can—" Ellie laughed when there was a knock at the door. "Never mind."

"It might not be him," y/n muttered, even though she knew it had to be. He'd been so insistent, and she'd been able to tell that it was possibly more important to him than it would be to Kevin.

"I'll make sure the lil rugrat washes his hand," Ellie murmured, slipping into the bathroom.

Y/n rubbed her hands on her thighs and went to open the door, giving the hotel room one last glance before doing so. And, just as she'd known, Max was in the hallway. "Hey," she greeted softly, eyes widening a little when she saw he was wearing a pair of sweats and a hoodie. "Holy shit, you're allowed to wear non-Red Bull clothes?"

He snorted, letting out a laugh when she just stared at him. "Very funny."

"No, no, I'm serious. Isn't that in your contract or something?" Stepping back, she finally gave him a grin. "C'mon in."

"I don't know if he's allowed, but I brought some sweets." Max held up the grocery bag hanging from one finger.

"Yeah, he's allowed. No allergies or anything," she assured him, closing the door once he'd stepped inside. "He's washing his—"

"Mister Max!"

Y/n nearly teared up. Her son sounded so excited, and she had a moment of panic for letting him befriend Max. He was too busy to drop by regularly, and after Monaco Kevin would be staying home with Ellie, so—

"There's my little mate!"

Fuck's sake, even Max sounded excited. As though a movie with a three year old was the height of his day. Looking on as he swung Kevin up and spun him in a circle, she took the bag and emptied the packets onto the table while Ellie greeted Max and brought out the popcorn from where she'd hidden it from Kevin. Max and Kevin talked nonstop to one another, Max telling him about practice after Kevin gave him a detailed report on what he'd done all day. The boy grabbed his tablet and showed him the games he'd played, showing off his alphabet skills.

"You're good with letters, yeah? Maybe you'd be good learning a new language?" Max suggested.

"Do you know a new language?" Kevin asked.

"He's really good with him," Ellie whispered to y/n.

"Shh," she hissed. Because she already knew. And she didn't need it pointed out to her. Besides, she was listening to Max tell Kevin about the languages he spoke, then to him rattle off a few sentences in each one, much to Kevin's amazement.

"Can you teach me?" he asked hopefully.

"When I can, kleine maat." Max ruffled Kevin's hair. "That means little mate."

"You're my big mate," Kevin decided.

"Grote maat," Max said, repeating it slowly a couple times before Kevin said it properly. "There you go. You'll be speaking Dutch like a pro in no time."

"You want a drink, Max?" Y/n offered. "We don't have Red Bull, sorry—"

"Water's fine. Thanks."

"Can I have water too, mama?"

Nodding, y/n fixed their drinks while Kevin turned on the TV and opened Disney+, rolling her eyes when he told Max the password so he could put it in for him. She saw that Ellie was putting on her shoes and raised her eyebrows. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, I don't want to intrude on big mate, little mate bonding time," Ellie said with a small smile. Peeling Kevin from Max long enough to give him a quick hug, she grabbed her wallet and phone. "And I've seen Mulan about six hundred times, so I'm just gonna go for a walk. Take pictures. Get a coffee and a pastry."

"Have fun," y/n said.

"Mhmm, you too," Ellie said with a smirk as she left.

She rolled her eyes and handed Max his drink then Kevin his cup. Motioning for Max to have a seat on the small sofa, she couldn't help but smile when Kevin immediately climbed to sit next to him, and had the feeling that before the movie was over her son would be cuddled close to his big mate.

"Join us?" Max asked while Kevin looked for the movie.

"Work," she reminded him, transferring the sweets and popcorn to the coffee table and getting her laptop. "I'll watch from here."

"It doesn't look very comfortable."

"It shouldn't. It's work."

He looked ready to argue, but instead took a sip of his water and grabbed a bag of candy. Tossing it onto the table, he gave a small shrug when she looked at him. "You said you like strawberry milk."

Y/n looked from him to the bag several times. He remembered that? She'd mentioned it during the Q and A, when the question had been other than red bull what's your favorite drink? Staring at the bag, she felt a sudden rush of warmth. No one had bought her candy in so long… "Thank you," she murmured.

"You're welcome," he said softly.

She almost told him he didn't have to, but she knew that he already knew that. He'd done it because… She didn't know. Maybe to apologize for his father's behavior. Maybe to show he listened. Maybe, just maybe, because he'd seen it in the shop, remembered her liking strawberry milk, and had bought it because that was something he did, buy a little something for no other reason than you said you liked it.

She tried to focus on work, but the movie kept getting her attention. Finally she gave up, scheduling the posts she'd edited and closing her laptop. Grabbing a bottle of water, she joined them on the sofa as Mushu revealed himself to Mulan. As she'd expected, Kevin had already crawled into Max's lap, sharing his bag of popcorn with the man as they both focused on the movie.

"Mama," Kevin whispered, reaching for her.

She scooted closer, sighing as he turned so he could lean against her arm. Max shifted, and she tried to act nonchalant when he draped his arm behind her on the back of the sofa. Smoothing her son's hair, she pretended not to notice when the arm slid to her shoulders. He probably hadn't even noticed, she told herself, aware that his eyes were locked on the TV screen, paying attention to the movie. When Kevin's favorite part began he sat up, quickly sliding to the floor to sing along and she fully expected Max to pull away from her.

But he didn't, and she pulled her knees up, unable to focus on anything except the weight of his arm around her. It was solid but not uncomfortable, a very real reminder that she hadn't been in this position in a very long time.

"He's so mean," Kevin mumbled as Shun-Yu appeared on the screen. Y/n waited for him to hurry over to climb into her lap but he chose Max instead, and she bit back a sigh when the man gently soothed him, hugging him close.

"It's okay, kleine maat. The good guys will beat him, yeah?" he murmured, pausing the movie.

Kevin nodded against Max's shoulder. "Yeah but he's bad."

"A lot of people are," Max said softly. "But if we focus on that we don't see the good. Do you think about your happy days more or your bad days?"

"Happy days," Kevin said.

"Because they make you happy, yeah? If you think about bad days you'll always be having them. It's like that with people. Focus on the good and do what you can to keep the bad from happening. Bad happens, but the good will always be there."

"Okay."

"You ready to finish the movie?" Max asked gently.

Kevin nodded.

Max finally looked at y/n, glancing down when he saw the way she was staring at him. "I didn't—"

"No, you're good," she promised in a whisper, picking up the remote to resume the movie then hugging her knees. If she didn't occupy her arms, she would throw them around him. Usually she had to explain those things to Kevin. Ellie helped, of course, but Kevin always came to her for more explanation after a life lesson. But Max… He'd explained it so eloquently and gently that he'd understood. And she didn't know why, but, god help her…

It was the sexiest thing she'd ever witnessed.

His arm stayed around her shoulders through the rest of the movie. When Mulan was cast out, she got a little emotional as she always did, even after over six hundred views, and she felt his arm tighten around her, hesitating a tiny bit before letting her head lean against him. All she could smell now was him, the gentle but memorable sandalwood and amber scent that she remembered well from the day before.

"Gotta pee," Kevin announced a little bit later, clambering down and running to the bathroom. Max took the remote to pause the movie.

Y/n began to pull away, lifting her head when he squeezed her arm.

"You're fine," he whispered.

His face was so close. Seeing a tiny piece of popcorn on his chin, she reached up to brush it away, freezing at the sound of his sharp inhale. "Sorry, you got a little…"

When the hell had his eyes become so blue? Just a day ago they'd been a normal blue. Now they reminded her of the antique blue willow china her great grandmother had treasured. Her gaze slipped to his mouth and quickly moved back to his eyes and she heard him inhale again.

"Max?"

"Y/n, I…" His eyes flicked down and she unconsciously licked her lips.

She knew she shouldn't but she suddenly, desperately, wanted to know what it was like to kiss him. She hadn't thought about kissing anyone in what felt like a lifetime, but now she needed it. Lifting her chin slightly, she dropped her hand to his chest. "Max—"

"Y/n, you… I—"

"Okay!"

She snatched herself away from Max as though she'd been burned, going so far as to jump to her feet while Kevin rushed back to the sofa. "Go ahead and hit play, I'll be back in just a minute," she promised, nearly tripping over nothing in her haste to get as far away from Max as possible. "Hit play, it's fine, I've seen it a million times."

Once in the bathroom she closed the door and leaned against it, covering her face with both hands. What the hell was wrong with her? Just because she hadn't been kissed since— She dropped her hands, wrinkling her nose in thought. Kevin was three years and two months, and… At any rate, it had been so long she'd assumed she was never going to be kissed again. She hadn't even thought about it in ages, because she'd been so focused on work and raising her son and trying to survive. Now, all of a sudden, she was craving one so bad she'd practically begged him.

He'd been about to tell her he couldn't. She was sure of that. Which only made it even more embarrassing. How could he even want to? She'd seen the girlfriends of other drivers on the grid, there was no way he'd be even remotely interested in her. She wasn't a model or tennis star or whatever their occupations were.

Not to mention she couldn't. It would be wrong on so many levels. What kind of impression would her behavior leave on her son? Not to mention the troubles it would cause at work? And it was in her contract that any sort of fraternization with other members of the team were forbidden. She'd known that but she had read the full contract on the flight to Italy. If she and Max did anything it would eventually come out and she'd be jobless again, this time in a foreign country.

Checking her phone when she felt it buzz in her pocket, she sighed while reading Logan's text.

We're still on right?

She wanted to say no. The best thing for her to do would be to suffer through the rest of the movie, say goodbye to Max, have an early dinner, put Kevin to bed, then take the world's coldest shower. But she was already typing out her reply.

Of course! Looking forward to it.

And she was, she thought, seeing the delivered change to read then the three little dots that he was typing a message. Logan was fun. Nice. Completely uninterested in her romantically, she thought with a sigh.

Great. Be there at 8 to pick you up. Give Kev a high 5 for me?

Will do.

Pushing away from the door, she turned on the water to wash her hands and jumped slightly when there was a gentle knock.

"Y/n?"

"I'm almost done," she called.

She heard his sigh. "Can I come in?"

No. "Yeah, sure."

He opened the door and stepped in, and she swallowed when he closed the door behind him. "I…"

"Max, don't," she groaned, washing her hands and grabbing the towel. "You don't have to tell me you wouldn't have… Even if I wanted you to. I know."

"Wouldn't have what?" he asked.

God, could the moment get any more embarrassing? "I – You – Jesus, never mind."

"Kiss you?" he murmured.

Why did the way he said it sound like so much more than a kiss? "It's fine. Go back and finish the movie."

"Y/n, I can't."

"You have to leave?" she asked.

"What – no, not the movie," he said. Cupping a hand over his mouth, he breathed deeply and dropped his hand after a few seconds, looking pained. "I can't kiss you."

"Oh." Oh. "Do you have a girlfriend or—"

"If I had a girlfriend I wouldn't be in this tiny toilet with you."

And she believed him. He didn't seem the type to put himself in a situation that could be misinterpreted if he had a partner. "Right. Of course. Then…"

"It's…" He sighed.

"Are you gay? Because I won't tell any—"

"I'm not gay," he cut in gently. "It's… I'm not allowed to kiss you."

She blinked, suddenly understanding. And she wondered if he'd read the contract, too. "Right. Neither am I."

"Christian talked to you too?"

"No? Why would he?"

"He told me you're off limits." Max shook his head. "Said I look at you or something."

"Oh." He did? And just how did Max look at her? "I see."

"And it's in our contracts. Yours and mine, I mean. So… I can't."

She nodded. "Of course. Understood. No more explanation necessary, Max."

"I wouldn't want you to lose your job," he said softly.

She continued to nod. "Got it. Thanks."

He tipped his head, then reached to take the towel from her and she realized she was still drying her hands. "I'll still be Kevin's friend."

Still nodding, she picked up her hand cream and squeezed a dollop into her palm. "Thanks. He likes you."

"I like him too." He hesitated, watching her carefully. "You okay?"

"Peachy keen," she promised, rubbing the cream into her hands. "Just getting ready for my dinner."

His lips settled into a fine line. "Your date."

The way he said it irritated her. As though she was in the wrong for making plans with a new friend. "It's not a date, but yes."

"I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time," he said with absolutely no emotion.

"Well, he's not contractually obligated to be nice to me, so… I know I will," she said, forcing as much sweetness into her voice as possible.

"I'm not nice because of a contract," he snapped.

"Right, sorry, my mistake. He won't not kiss me because of a piece of paper," she corrected.

Max's eyes flashed, a muscle in his jaw twitching. "I thought it wasn't a date?" he asked carefully.

Good, at least he had some emotion. "Oh, so I'm only allowed to kiss him if we're on a date?"

"I didn't say—" He cut off, pressing his lips tight together and exhaling slowly. "You said it wasn't a date."

"Why do you care either way?"

"Is it a date or not?" he ground out.

"It's not." She took her hair down from the ponytail as he sighed with something like relief. "But it could be in the future."

"What, so you'll kiss him because I won't kiss you?"

"If I kiss him, it'll be because both of us want it," she said. She knew she was being silly, maybe even a little stupid. But he was acting as though he were doing her a favor. As though he were somehow honorable, a gentleman even, because he refused to do what she now knew they both wanted.

"Y/n, I can't—"

"A word I'm sure you're not used to saying about yourself," she muttered under her breath.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, an edge in his voice.

"I didn't know that 'can't' was in your vocabulary is all." Looking at her phone to check the time, she cleared her throat. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to change."

He hesitated while she opened her makeup bag. "Do you want to kiss him?"

"Why do you care?"

He visibly bristled. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"Does he have a reputation for hurting women?" She picked up her hairbrush, and had brushed out her hair completely before he finally answered.

"No." It sounded like it hurt him to say it. "He's nice."

"Then you don't have to worry."

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, no." She laughed humorlessly. "You don't get to ask that. Now please, I have to change."

He stared at her, looking annoyed and irritated, his jaw still twitching. Then, with a huff, he turned to open the door. And froze when he saw the dress hanging from the hook. "Is… That's what you're wearing?"

"Oh my god, Max, you're starting to sound like a jealous boyfriend."

"I'm not jealous," he snorted.

"And you're not my boyfriend," she snapped.

She waited for him to turn around and restart their argument. Altercation. Whatever it was. Instead, he muttered something under his breath and snatched the door open. Went out, closing it. And sounded perfectly normal when he apologized to Kevin and resumed the movie.

Y/n was still annoyed even after changing and doing her makeup. She fussed over her hair, unsure whether she wanted to wear it up or down, finally leaving it down. She was fully aware that she was putting more work into her appearance than she would have if Max hadn't said what he had, and still knew she was being silly and stupid. Hadn't she just told herself nothing could happen between them?

Yes, but maybe if he hadn't acted as though he were doing an immense favor she wouldn't be so upset. I wouldn't want you to lose your job. Indicating that if he kissed her and they were found out, his job was secure.

"Sanctimonious prick," she muttered while she spritzed perfume on her wrists and rubbed them together. As she exited the bathroom the outer door of the room opened and Ellie came in, her jaw dropping when she saw her.

"Holy shit babes, you look amazing!"

She smiled, doing a turn for her friend. "You think so?"

"His jaw is gonna be on the floor the whole time. Holy shit, milf alert." Ellie whistled softly, waving her hand as though overcome with heat.

Y/n giggled. "Thanks."

The movie was ending and Kevin oohed and aahed over her dress, telling her over and over how pretty she was. Max stared at her, his jaw set, but said nothing, looking away and starting to clear up the remains of the snacks.

"Isn't she pretty, grote maat?" Kevin asked.

And even though her back was to him, she felt his gaze. Glancing over her shoulder at him while she fastened her necklace, she watched his shoulders rise and fall with a sigh. "Very pretty, kleine maat."

"You're supposed to tell her," Kevin whispered. "Always tell a lady she's beautiful. Right, aunt Ellie?"

"That's right, buddy," Ellie said proudly. She gave y/n an odd look, silently asking what had happened, narrowing her eyes when y/n merely shrugged.

"Because women are pretty all the time," Kevin went on and y/n smiled. At least she was doing something right…

After fastening her earrings she turned from the dresser, breath catching in her throat when she found Max staring at her. Vaguely aware of Ellie telling Kevin to wash his hands so they could eat the dinner she'd brought, she squatted, getting her heels from her suitcase, along with her shawl.

"Je bent mooi," Max said.

She met his gaze as she rose to her feet. "What's that mean?"

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

"Thank you." And though she knew it was catty, she couldn't help the words that slipped out of her mouth. "Do you think Logan will like it?"

His jaw twitched. "He'd be stupid not to."

"That doesn't answer my question," she practically cooed, slipping on her heels.

He made a sound of disgust in his throat. "He's annoying and dumb sometimes, but he's not stupid. So, yes, I think he'll like it."

"Look at you, hyping me up." She wasn't stupid either, she could hear and feel the jealousy. Good, she thought, getting her small handbag and transferring her few necessities to it.

"Is he picking you up?" Max asked. "Or are you meeting him somewhere?"

"Are you gonna stick around and question his intentions?" she scoffed. "Because if so, I'm meeting him."

"I just—"

"Do you want some pasta, Mister Max?" Kevin asked as he came out of the bathroom with Ellie.

"Ah, maybe next time," Max said after clearing his throat. "You eat some for me, hm?"

She wanted to be mad that he was so good with her son. Proclaim they could only ever be coworkers, then turn around and continue to be her son's favorite person. It wasn't fair. But she didn't want him to be mean to Kevin. So she smiled, fixing her shawl while Max told Kevin he would see him at quali tomorrow, wishing she could stay mad at him but that was impossible, especially when he lifted her son up and gave him a tight hug, telling him he'd enjoyed the movie.

"Can we watch another one day?" Kevin asked hopefully and y/n drew in a breath, prepared to say they couldn't ask Max that, he was too busy.

"Of course we can. You pick the movie and we'll watch it next week?"

He gave Kevin another hug then gently encouraged him to eat his dinner, smiling and saying goodnight to Ellie. Then he turned to her, and she felt an unexpected heat ripple through her as his eyes slowly looked her up and down.

"Thanks for coming," she murmured, walking him to the door.

"I enjoyed it." He rubbed the back of his neck. "For the most part."

"Kevin had a great time."

"Yes. And that's all that matters."

Ouch. "Goodnight, Max."

"Enjoy your dinner with Logan."

"I will."

He rocked back on his heels, exhaling harshly. "I'm…" He cleared his throat. "Goodnight, y/n."

She closed the door and bit back a whine. Stupid, stupid, stupid—

"Talk tonight when you get back?" Ellie asked gently, watching her while she fixed Kevin's plate.

"It's nothing," she insisted, double checking that she had everything in her handbag. Phone, ID and passport, room key, lipstick, mirror. "Just being stupid."

"You're not stupid, mama," Kevin said anxiously.

"I know, thank you. Sorry. Just feeling stupid."

"But you look so pretty," he told her.

She smiled, sighing as she crossed the room to kiss his cheek. "You're the best son in the world, you know that?"

He giggled, rubbing the lipstick from his cheek. "And you're the best mama."

"Only because you're the best son," she insisted.

"Do you like Mister Logan?" he asked suddenly, scrunching his face when she fastened the bib around his neck.

"He's nice. But he's just a friend."

"But." Kevin's lips poked out in thought. "He's taking you on a date."

"Dinner. You know how you miss Cotton?" She took a napkin and cleaned the smudge of lipstick from his cheek when he nodded. "He misses America sometimes. It's kind of like when you pet the cats on your walks."

"Ohh…" Kevin nodded with all the understanding a three year old could muster. "So he's gonna pet you?"

She blinked, instinctively reaching to swat Ellie's arm when her friend choked back a giggle. "Not exactly," she groaned. "We're just gonna talk."

Ellie was still giggling ten minutes later when Logan knocked on the door. "Sorry, sorry," she gasped when y/n shot her a glare. "I'll behave."

"That'll be the day," y/n muttered under her breath as she went to open the door. "Hey," she greeted warmly, smiling up at him.

He was dressed in slacks, a button down, and a jacket. His smile faded a little as he stared at her, and she saw his throat move as he swallowed. "Whoa. You look great."

"Thanks. You do too."

She let him in so Kevin could say hi, ducking into the bathroom to fix her lipstick and remind herself that it was just dinner. Logan was just a friend, or at least would hopefully be a friend. Saying goodnight to her son, she felt her shawl slipping, ignoring Ellie's knowing look when Logan immediately reached to catch it, his hands gentle as he draped it over her shoulders. Just dinner. Just dinner with just a friend.

But when they walked down the street to the restaurant, which was just around the corner, and his hand brushed hers she told herself it was alright. And when he slipped his hand protectively over hers she didn't pull away. In the restaurant when Lando and a few others called out to him she hung back, blushing when Logan gently tugged her along to greet his friends.

"Didn't know you had a date tonight, mate," Oscar commented, nodding to her in greeting.

She could have corrected him. Could have announced to everyone that it wasn't a date. But Logan's bashful chuckle warmed her and she smiled. "We American's have to stick together," she said, enjoying Logan's laugh.

"You know, England is an ally," Lando said with a smirk.

"Still haven't forgiven you for taxation without representation," she sighed.

"That wasn't me," Lando defended while the others laughed.

"Your ancestors though," Oscar told him.

"They were doing what they thought was right? How am I at fault now?"

"You opened your mouth," Carlos said with a laugh.

"C'mon, babe, our table's ready," Logan murmured, hand slipping to the small of her back.

"Enjoy your date!" Oscar called after them.

"I hope you trip over your independence!" Lando yelped when Oscar elbowed him.

Laughing, y/n let Logan guide her to the other side of the dining room, where they were thankfully shielded from the table of drivers. He held the chair for her and she thanked him while the waiter handed them the menus.

"I'm sorry about that. Oscar and Lando… I should have told them it wasn't a date," Logan said once they were alone.

"It's fine," she assured him. "I mean, technically, it is a date."

"I guess so. I just don't want you thinking I'm making it out to more than it is."

"What is it?" she asked.

"Two friends, hopefully. Spending time together." He looked up from his menu. "Probably should have taken you somewhere more casual, huh? This place makes it look like I'm trying to impress you."

She hadn't thought of it like that. "…Are you trying to impress me?"

"Do you want me to?"

Their eyes met and she slowly inhaled, thinking over what the best answer would be.

So you'll kiss him because I won't kiss you?

Do you want to kiss him?

She exhaled, sending thoughts of Max as far away as possible. "I think I do."

He looked relieved and oh, so handsome in this light. "Then I might be trying to impress you a little."

"You're doing amazing so far."

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[cursedvida]

SAD EYES, BROKEN SMILE p.II (Buggy x f!Reader)

HERE PART 1 // HERE PART III

Warnings: violence, swearing a lot, reader being a little tsunedere. Little age gap between the reader and Buggy, she's like 25/26.

A/N: i didn't plane this for having more than one chapter but here we go... Again sorry for the typos, English isn't my first language. I hope you enjoy this :D

You don't know much about seduction. In fact, you don't know anything. Throughout your life you've had very little interest in love affairs. You had a pretty rough teenage years, so you were too busy surviving to think about boys. Therefore, the whole thing with Buggy is something totally new to you. Not being in control of the situation gets on your nerves. It's irritating, nauseating. To think that right now you could have collected a nice reward and you could be quietly enjoying your money, but instead you're in that crew thinking about a clown all day is something your pride can't take. You often wonder how you could have stooped so low, but as soon as that red-nosed idiot pops into your head there is only room for daydreaming. 

Now your goal is no longer to kidnap him and hand him over to people who will probably kill him, but to try to make him notice you. But really you, as a possible love interest, and that's much harder than your first mission. It's like ten billion times more complicated. Killing people is a lot easier than attracting them. 

You were trained to kill people, so you're not a person who knows very well how to relate to others. Social skills aren't your strong suit and being nice for more than fifteen minutes isn't either. You've at least tried to be friendly with the rest of the crew, but by continuing to pretend you're a wimp you haven't had much chance to blend in either. 

Today the whole crew went to the nearest tavern for a drink. Buggy claims to have landed a deal that will bring in a lot of money, so he's in a good mood. At first the tavern keeper didn't seem too happy to welcome a gang of pirates to his place, but Buggy can be quite persuasive when he wants to be. 

Now they're all drunk. Buggy is the center of attention, as usual. He boasts of his great wit and everyone around him cheers him on. The alcohol causes all emotions to intensify. You watch him from the bar, this time you're drinking because it's the only way you don't feel ridiculous about being hopelessly attracted to that idiot. 

You have conflicting feelings all the time. You like him, but you think he's a dumbass. You're attracted to him, but at the same time you think he does terribly ridiculous things. You have no idea how to handle all those emotions, but you're also unable to take your eyes off him or ask yourself absurd questions, like how experienced he should be, or how he should look without makeup. You also often think about whether he'll like younger girls, because he's got more than a decade on you and you might not be his type. In fact, what his type is also comes to your mind all too often. 

Fuck, you're a mess. 

You order another mug of beer, turning away from staring at Buggy with an intensity that could break solid concrete. You've always had a good tolerance for alcohol so you're not drunk, just dizzy enough to make it all the same to you. The perfect state. 

"What's a girl like you doing surrounded by this bunch of weirdos?"

Suddenly you see a guy next to you, he doesn't belong to the crew. He's a big man, looking menacing. He must be one of the few people who have decided to stay in the bar despite the pirates. You decide to deliberately ignore him. 

"Hey gorgeous, I'm talking to you.”

You take another swig of beer, completely evading. You decide to turn around again, now Buggy is doing some sort of demonstration. He has detached his hand from the rest of his arm and swings his clenched fist at full speed. You don't know what he's talking about, but he sure has exaggerated the whole thing. You smile to yourself. 

"Who the fuck is that fucking clown?" asks the heavy one, still standing next to you. 

You don't even deign to look at him. 

"Shut the fuck up" You tell him in the coldest voice you can. 

"Don't tell me you're going with him and his whole gang of freaks" The guy lets out a huge laugh "Honey, a beauty like you is wasted among all those creeps."

"And the oxygen you use is also a waste considering it could be useful to someone who isn't useless to society."

"But what the fuck is wrong with you, does it bother you that much that I pick on that loser?"

"I told you before to shut the fuck up" You repeat calmly and without raising your voice. 

"Uh, you scare me" he laughs "almost as much as your big nosed captain". 

"All right, you asked for it”

The guy can't even react, as soon as he wants to realize you've already stuck an ashtray in his mouth, wedging it in such a way that he can barely breathe. And, before the others can even realize what's happening, you grab one of the stools and hit him so hard in the stomach that the guy goes flying towards the other end of the bar, hitting the wall with such force that the ashtray comes out of his mouth. 

You calmly return to your seat, taking another sip of beer as if nothing had happened. But it's at that moment that you come back to reality to realize that Buggy is no longer the center of attention, but you, and that everyone is staring at you in disbelief, including your captain. 

Fucking shit, for fuck's sake. 

Now you've really fucked up. You're supposed to be a rookie with barely any physical skills, not a killing machine. Let's see how you get out of this now, though at least Buggy is paying attention to you. God, you have to be a moron to think something like that at a time like that, you're totally losing your mind. 

"What the hell was that?" Buggy ask to you.

You just answer simply, as if everything that just happened was not with you.

"He was bothering me"

Buggy approaches you, something that makes you nervous. Not because he might be angry, but to have him around. You almost killed a guy just two minutes ago but having the man you're obsessed with looking at you makes your legs tremble.

“You broke all his teeth, Y/N.”

You look at the man across the bar. It's true, you've left his mouth in a mess, all his clothes are stained by the blood that falls on him. But hey, he asked for it, you warned him.

"Why hadn't you said you knew how to fight like that?" He insists, and you don't know if right now he's thinking of killing you, kicking you out of the crew, or both. 

You can't tell him that you were hired to hunt him down and that you've abandoned that task because you have a huge crush on him. Especially the crush part, you would never admit that, so you must think of a good excuse as soon as possible. 

"My parents trained me" and that's not a lie "but they always said to only use my skills if necessary" that's a lie, and a big one at that. 

Buggy looks you up and down, which makes your stomach tingle. You are so close to him that you can almost feel his breath on your skin. So close that it would be very easy to get a couple of centimeters closer and see what red lips taste like. You wonder what his skin must feel like against yours, or how your hands must feel tangled in his hair. You look like the narrator of a romance novel, it's pitiful but you can't help it. 

"You've been swabbing the deck since you came in, how did it not occur to you to say you could be of more use to us?”

"I'm sorry, captain."

Buggy lets out a sigh, there is something paternalistic in his attitude, that condescension that is so typical of him. That makes you relax, he believed everything. Probably because he's drunk, but you don't care about that now.

Buggy puts his hands on your shoulders, making you jump. It's the most contact you've had since you've known him and it's not even real contact because he's wearing the fucking gloves.

"Y/N, look at me" And you obey, although the fact of having him so close to you, being able to smell his alcohol breath mixed with that smell of gunpowder that characterizes him makes you a little dazed. You feel more and more like kissing him. "You can't keep such important information to yourself. But don't worry, I'm going to look for a better position for you. With how good you are at fighting, we're going to do great things together, huh."

You nod without further ado. It's a shitty proposition, he's just telling you that he'll use you as a weapon, like he uses the strongest members of his crew. But you don't care, because Buggy is touching you and because from now on you will be able to talk to him a lot more.

Maybe you should go talk to that guy from earlier and thank him.

Oh, god. Yeah, you're definitely going from bad to worse.

[sparda-ly]

i cant believe that you do write for mgr!! i swear that i've been dying to find some new fics of this fandom, because, you know, no one makes content of it. but anyways! im really really happy that you do write for mgr and, as always, i'll make u a request (and you can ignore it if you want :))

how would sam and raiden (and maybe mistral and moonson if you are willing to write for these) separately to a reader that likes to write love letters with little hearts and sweet words all over and send for them when they aren't around :)

and keep your good work but also take care of yourself, okay? love u, darling!! 💕💕

– 🌙

RAIDEN, JETSTREAM SAM, MONSOON, MISTRAL WITH AN S/O THAT WHO WRITES CUTES NOTES

GENDER UNSPECIFIED!

note: hey there sugar, love to see you in my inbox! hope these headcannons are ok since i'm not really sure bout the monsoon part! let me know if you have any tips

warnings: none

raiden

raiden is pretty slow when it comes to showing affection therefore when you started leaving him cute little notes with hearts splattered all around them, he only makes a ??? face and questions why would you do that if you can say the same thing to his face.

it probably takes a lot of time explaining to him that this is just tyour way of showing your love and affection for him

plus, the poor cyborg thinks there are some type of secret bombs hidden in these notes dropped off by his enemies due to his trauma

however, after some time he grows to actually enjoy them and always smiles whenever he notices them on his desk

once raiden tried writing a little note for you however it looked absolutely horrible, the man felt so embarrased he threw it away before you could even see it 😭😭😭

sam

this cocky mf definitely enjoys them and absolutely cherishes them with his life

sam definitely handles affection better than raiden, that's for sure

also, he himself has quite a few ways of showering you with love

that's why he surely understands what you mean by these cute notes and always lets you know how he feels about them

one time after a particular hard objective, he saw a pink note attached to his desk with the words "let's dance after this mission ;) ♡♡" and it absolutely made his day

let's not forget the fact that he will absolutely show these notes to all his acquaintances and eat up their jealous faces, feeling pride he has such an amazing partner 💗

monsoon

starting of with the fact that this man is arrogant and cocky as fuck, monsoon will definitely appreciate these small acts

he may have a hard time showing that though

monsoon secretely loves them and always collects them putting them in a safe box in his office

although he will get defensive if anyone brings it up during a conversation and deny the fact

he can also be flirty when he feels like it but it's only when he's in the mood

similar to sam and raiden, small notes from you can easily change his entire mood

mistral

please for the love of god never stop leaving this woman cute notes, she adores them

whenever she sees these pieces of paper containing tons of hearts and a little message, she goes quite litreally crazy

"baby, if i knew i would get these notes every day, i would've asked you out earlier"

her favourite notes are the ones were you praise her and tell her she's your favourite person

at some point mistral definitely starts leaving you similar notes possibly with flirty pick-up lines that surprisingly are good

she feels pride and satisfaction whenever she sees you blushing at them

[thedemoninmywalls]

🩸👻💣🔗👑 for the dark ask game 👀

thank you thank you!! i'm obsessed with these asks 🩸 - Has your F/O ever marked you in a way that felt like a bond, even if others might see it as dangerous or unhinged? Probably the most important mark is the one Rire branded onto Aro's breast. It's magic, functions like a tracker, and lets Rire know where Aro is at all times. It quite literally bonds them together. Though it's not nearly the most dangerous or unhinged thing Rire has done to Aro...

👻 - Does your F/O enjoy toying with your fear, knowing it brings you closer to them? Oh absolutely; fearplay is one of Rire's biggest kinks, after all. He loves Aro's stubbornness but he loves her fear even more. It's especially entertaining to create a nightmare world around her, watching her stumble around in blind terror before finally swooping in to "save the day".

💣 - Would your F/O ever involve you in their criminal or villainous schemes, willingly or not? How would it bond you? Would it be fun or sickening? Other?

Rire typically doesn't like to involve Aro in his work. Humans have no business in demon affairs, and anyway he thinks Aro is just a toy to play with, not a competent person with anything meaningful to contribute. One time he made her polish his soul collection and she wasted an hour just sitting and watching the pretty souls swirl in their jars. 🔗 - Does your F/O see you as their weakness, their strength, or both? How does that shape your connection?

Rire sees Aro as a trophy or prize. After a long and boring day at work, he rewards himself by forcing his pet to fulfil his needs. Occasionally he will parade her around among his subjects like a captured prisoner, to show that he can dominate humans as easily as he dominates demons. 👑 - How does your F/O treat you differently from everyone else, even when they’re at their cruelest? To his credit, Rire is very careful with Aro's boundaries. He knows exactly how much abuse she can take, physically and mentally. He knows there are certain lines she will absolutely not cross, and he takes care to avoid them. Rire is very fond of Aro and wants to keep her around for as long as he can, unlike other human victims who generally die pretty quick. Some bonus answers because I wanted to yap about arorire <3 🕷️ - Does your F/O bug your clothing, house or vehicle? Would they ensure you’re well monitored? Do they do it out of protection or obsession? As mentioned before, Rire tracks Aro through the mark on her breast. He does this primarily because he's a control freak and needs to know where she is at all times, but he's also a demon prince and needs to make sure she is not attacked by his enemies (*cough* Cain *cough*) 🎭 - Does your F/O hide their true self from others? How does it feel knowing the side of them no one else does? Rire doesn't have much to hide - he is unapologetically evil and depraved. Still, he does often show a gentler side to Aro that other people rarely see. She is his favorite toy after all, and he takes good care of his property. Aro feels conflicted about it - she craves his affection and love, but struggles to reconcile it with his abuse. 🪓 - Does your F/O ever fear losing control around you? How do you reassure them? Or do you like the chaos?

Rire prides himself on his self-control. He wants to be elegant and dignified at all times. The only time he ever lets down this facade is during sex with Aro, when he acts a little more feral and animalistic. Even then, he's careful not to rough her up too much. ⛓️ - If your F/O could keep you by their side forever through unconventional means, (being immortal via soul pact, vampirism, science) would you let them?

Well, since Cain can bring people back from the dead Aro is already functionally immortal lol...and definitely not by choice 🪦 - Would you help your F/O cover up a crime, no questions asked? How far would you go to protect them?

Most of the time, Rire can take care of himself. But if he showed up on Aro's doorstep weakened and wounded from some sort of battle, she wouldn't take advantage of it to escape his grasp. She's not a vengeful person. She does have genuine affection for Rire, so she would take him in and patch him up as best as she can, no questions asked. 🔮 - Does your F/O believe you’re destined to be together? What lengths would they go to if fate didn’t agree?

Rire manipulates Aro by telling her that they were destined to be together, that she was always fated to fall into his cruel hands. How could she deny fight by resisting him? She was always meant to be his toy, his pet, so she should just accept her fate and stop fighting it. 🕳️ - If your F/O lost their current life or position (taken in by authorities, empire crumbled, demoted by higher ups) how would your dynamic change?

That would be pretty bad because Rire's entire lifestyle is based off his current position in power. At that point he probably wouldn't have the power needed to keep Aro in line, so he would have to kill her and keep her soul instead.

[gateway-2000]

Hey there! I see that you're self rbing that horse island 3 post a lot and it got me curious because it's the kind of game that's right up my alley; I used to play a lot of games like this when I was younger and the nostalgia is drawing me for sure, but if I just had a couple questions about your experiences with it.

On their site rules they have some statements that are giving me some red flags, like the fact that they ban LGBT content, and I did some digging and found some old discussions from a few years back about the gamerunners being like, right wing weirdos and stuff. The rules also look... very out of date, so it's possible they're mostly irrelevant. I guess I was just wondering what your experience was and if the game still had this kind of nasty vibe? If like, the mods are hands off nowadays (or changed hands recently) and the player base is cool that's reassuring to me and I might still give it a try–I just want to know before I sink some time into it just to get banned for like, having my pronouns somewhere on my account lmfao. Every personal account I'm seeing of this game is a few years out of date, so I don't really know how to judge it.

Sorry for the long ask lol TDLR is HI3 cool now?

hi there!

i've been playing for about 3 years now and i haven't really noticed much of that in-game! granted, i don't talk about or express a lot of queer stuff in the game, mostly because the game has a pretty relaxed environment and i don't really talk about irl stuff in there. i mostly just hop on to catch horses, run around and collect stuff and then log off. it's great for turning my brain off which i struggle to do

i'm autistic and have a lot of passion for horses so that honestly explains why my brain latches on to it so much despite it not being 'perfect' i guess one would say

i wouldn't necessarily say that the game is "cool" about queer stuff because they lump that into their "don't talk about real life stuff because it's stressful" policy. that's basically what it is is they just don't want people to argue or fight over things or have conversations that would or could be stressful to some. they enforce keeping the conversation on topic to the game, or very light banter. i don't know if they'll ban or remove your conversation if you say "happy pride month!" for example, but in general they just prefer if you keep conversation on topic to the game

the only thing i was annoyed with is they refused to remove the g slur from the [g slur] vanner horse breed, but that was due to the fact that most horse owners wouldn't recognize the breed/that's still what the breed is officially called so :\ i disagree with this 100000%. it's a damn slur it shouldn't be in a family friendly game

but other than that like. idk it's chill. it's hard to find games that are 100% good about things like that. you won't get banned or anything like that as far as i know for being queer! i think a lot of the posts and articles that were written were either outdated or were heavily over sensationalized because i've been playing since 2020 and overall the game is one of the most relaxing games i've ever played. you really do just collect horses and pick flowers and do little puzzles. it's great

hope that makes sense! if you do decide to join lmk, i can send some free horses, tack, etc!

[popculturebuffet]

School House Rock: America Rock 4th of July Special! (Comission for WeirdKev27)

Happy LOUD EXPLOSIONS OUTSIDE MY GODDAMN WINDOW WHILE I'M TRYING TO WRITE THIS day everyone. I almost missed doing an indepdence day specail as in the chaos of my move, reorganizing the schedule, having to play catchup, I plum forgot. Thankfully Kev came in the clutch with something easy I could do and thus this special. Schoolhouse Rock is something I saw once or twice as a kid but was a few generations before mine. It came out of a very wholesome source: add exec David McCall noticed his son, while able to learn song lyrics easy, wasn't great with remembering his multiplication tables. So he awesomely wrote a song, hired a musicain to perform it and if he wasn't already father of the year had someone animated. This caught the attention of Radford Stone, a real person I assure you and an exec at ABC who urged him to pitch it and since micheal eisner liked it enough not to kali ma his heart out, the series got greelit as some educational shorts between programs, a way to edcuate kids in a fun way and one of the earliest edutainment breakthroughs i'm aware of. And that's.. really what these are. Simple little animated shorts with awesome music to edcuate you, with this batch having been on vhs and dvd as a collection. Simple premise, great execution, so let's rock under the cut shall we?

No More Kings: This one is about the colonization of america. Which naturally glosses HEAVILY over the meeting with and eventual subjication of the indigenous persons of this country . So here's wendsday adams to give us the real scoop

Otherwise it's a well done short and I just love their pissy little king george who uses a telescope to spy on america and shake his fist. He's the second greatest king george in history. You likely know the first...

The real question is why HAVEN'T I covered hamilton?

Fireworks Do you ever feel like a plastic bag? because I do. All day every day. Anyways, obvious jokes inside this one is also fire, not only for the stunning visuals of the fireworks, especially ont he budget of a paper clip and a piece of string, but just for the groovy beat for this one. It might be my faviorite of this batch. Aside from the creepy guy chasing a woman around.

The Shot Heard Round the World: .. after I typed that header ANOTHER firework went off in my neighborhood. and then about 4 or 5 as I typed this.. and another.. and another... okay it stopped ... wait no.. okay NOW it stopped. What was I on about? Oh yeah.. this one. It's not bad, but it's not really anything specail. I do however like the house art style for the characters, having most characters in black and white unless they needed to portray another race. THe only thing of not eit really does is feature THE PRIDE OF MOUNT VERNON, GEORGGGEEE WASHINNGTOONNNN!

Preamble It sounds pretty and features John Adams, who sat this one out that FAT MOTHER FU

Elbow Room This is a fun one about the lousiana purchase. Again this being america i'm PRETTY sure there was likely just a touch of genocide underneath this expansion, but it's still a jaunty enough toon.

The Great American Melting Pot Now this one is well meaning, being about how immigration is a good thing , using the old melting pot metaphor. Given how horrendous things have gotten with immigration lately, it's a message that needs to be heard. That said they PROBABLY could've picked a better metaphor than "putting a ton of children inside a giant literal soup pot for a giant lady liberty"

I mean like I said it MEANS well, I just didn't know the statue of liberty fed on the blood of children. My theory was: the statue of liberty likes dog food.

Mother Neciscity

Sufferin Till Suffrage After the nice nap given to me by that last one, we can get into a REALLY FUN one following the embodiment of suffrage as she celebrates how women have the right to vote.. and points out how horribly recent it was gained. It was only 55 years ago when this short aired and it 'll be 103 in august. It's a groovy bit of music about how old assholish men opressed women and how it took decades and decades of struggle for women to get the right to vote. I also like it a lot because unlike a LOT of these , it dosen't sugarcoat things: men opressed women and this was them fighting back for what they always shoudl've had. Simple and awesome, like the best of these.

I'm Just a Bill

Here we are, the GOAT of Schoolhouse Rock, the most iconic one of them. And naturally the one that's been the most parodied with both simpsons

Which, fun fact, I saw way more as a kid than the original. It also makes me laugh way more as an adult because I get it fully. Family guy also took a nice stab at it though instead of doing a full parody they just made a really hilarious joke

It also looks like they got the actual voice of bill to do both of these. What a champ.

I also had the rude awakening right wing doucher Steven Crowder thought doing a parody of it against trans rights was a good idea.

The original though his solid and still works. It's stuck, with me knowing how bills work primarily BECAUSE of this song, and the vocal performance is fucking dynamite. It's a work that really stands the test of time , from the image of bill sadly sittnig onc aptial hill to the jubilant ending of him becoming a law. It's really great stuff and easy to see why it endured enough to get tons of parodies and is clearly still shown in school enough for people to STILL recognize it decades later.

Three Ring Government: This one is about how a goverment is like a circus. Granted I would've had congress and the house both as clown cars full of people who either put party bias over personal intrests or are a giant pack of ghouls who care nothing but for their own power. What i'm saying is while this works perfectly for the intended demo for a jaded old man like me it's pretty fucking depressing, especially since 2/3 of these branches aren't in the best shape right now. It''s not bad on it's own merits, it's just hard to watch and not wince wat what the right is doing to it right now or have done to women, people of color and the country in general.

These are a great batch of shorts though. Maybe one day we'll return to school but for now we say good bye to this and hello to MORE EXPOSIONS. THE EXPLOSIONS NEVER END THE EXPLOSIONS NEVER

And thanks for reading

[writernopal]

If you and your best friend had an argument, would your block them forever?

Hmmm this is a difficult question. Blocking someone forever is a pretty severe thing to do but not unwarranted in certain situations. The main thing I'd consider is whether or not the argument reveals something that can be overcome or if the situation is 'beyond repair'.

I've certainly had big arguments with my best friend that had the potential to be friendship ruining, like full on yelling, but we overcame it because we realized that we were being bullheaded about something or our anger/frustration was misdirected. Sometimes we actually had disagreements with each other that escalated to an argument because neither of us came ready to listen, so both of us felt unheard, and we got upset. In those cases, taking time away from that person to collect your thoughts (and maybe swallow your own pride/ego) is helpful before the two of you can reconcile or try to. A soft block, as it were.

However, there have been other times when an argument will reveal a systemic issue in our friendship, like one person consistently taking more than they're giving or having unfair expectations of the other person. In those situations, blocking or cutting off contact makes sense and I would argue is the best option because you're protecting yourself. A true best friend, in my experience, is someone who won't compromise you and has your best interests at heart. That's why they're so hard to come by and also why it's so painful to lose them. But if they don't do those things, then keeping them close does more harm than good.

Anyway, I'm not sure if that was the sort of answer you were hoping for Anon, but I hope it helped in some way if this is something you're currently struggling with. Good luck 💙

[mwolf0epsilon]

20 questions!

Tagged by @corvod , this should be fun!

How many works do you have on AO3?

35 written works.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

589,410 exactly.

What fandoms do you write for?

Currently it's just Star Wars stuff.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

-The Joey Drew Studios Unused Reel Collection (BATIM drabbles) -Of Clones and Collateral Damage (TCW Whumptober drabbles) -There's a War Out There (TCW Whumptober drabbles) -The Frog Trooper (TCW fic where Dogma is turned into a frog) -In Which Fives's Coping Mechanism Accidentally Saves a Galaxy Far Far Away (TCW fix-It fic where Fives gets into a ridiculously situation)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond to comments but sometimes when I'm in a bad funk I end up forgetting for a while. I just think it's nice to respond to anyone who was nice enough to leave their thoughts.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I am currently working on it :)

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Definitely The Frog Trooper!

Do you get hate on fics?

Hmm, I haven't seen anything super negative yet and hope I don't in the near future...

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Very rarely and I don't usually share because it's a little embarrassing...

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

When I was younger I would daydream about crossovers constantly, but putting it into an actual fic would be a little hard to keep up with.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not yet I haven't, and hope it never happens.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

In my DA days I did. But due to changing accounts I lost my parts of that fic, which I think my co-writer is still angry about to this day despite the situation that lead me to changing accounts being pretty difficult...

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Depends on what I'm feeling, but right now I'm quite partial to Hogma (Hondo Ohnaka x Dogma) and Alphobi (Alpha-17 and Obi-wan Kenobi)

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

All of my WIPS go through that process so I can't really name any for sure, because you never know...

What are your writing strengths?

Probably dialogue. I get really into it, more so than the rest of the story ^^;

What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing, structuring and the occasional grammatical slip-up that comes from English not being my native language.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've written some Portuguese and Spanish dialog on occasion. But in star wars fics thus far I've sprinkled Mando'a here and there. I think it adds flavor because you can't expect everyone to speak english. That's not how it works.

First fandom you wrote for?

I honest to god can't remember. I was writing fanfics since I was a tiny kid with no real archive.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

The Frog Trooper is my pride and joy, and I am honestly happy it's one of my top 5 hits.

No pressure tags: @british-hero , @milfcutlawquane and @gaeasun

[goforth-ladymidnight]

❄️ Hello!! It’s me again! ❄️

Very excited to tell you that I officially have a clear idea for your gift 🎁. It may end up more fluffy and romantic than angsty but I looked through your works and it seems like you enjoy that vibe so I hope it’s ok!!

I’ll be popping into your inbox every now and then to update you and ask you some silly questions because I really enjoy reading your replies 🤭.

Fun questions of the day:

-What are some of your favorite books?

-What do you think tamcien’s love languages would be?

Have a good weekend!!

-🎅🎄

Oh!! Hi Santa! I am so excited!!! 🤩

I know I went on and on about angst, but fluffy romance is right up my alley! I can't wait. 🥰

I am so glad to hear from you so often, and I'm so pleased that you like hearing my answers! ❤️ I don't often get the chance to ramble that often, so thanks for letting me! 😙

Fun answers of the day:

Favorite books? This is one of my favorite topics. GAH! Are you ready for this? Buckle up, Buttercup!

I discovered both A Wrinkle in Time and The Chronicles of Narnia when I was a pre-teen, and they are still my go-to classics when I need to read something cozy in bed. ("It was a dark and stormy night", my beloved.)

Because I liked to collect "Accelerated Reading points" for my reading classes in school, I discovered some classics that I might not have otherwise read. (I'm not sure where you're from, but essentially A.R. is a program where books with a higher reading level were given more points that you could cash in for prizes like stickers, pencils, or even T-shirts. I rocked those T-shirts as a pre-teen. Just sayin'.)

I read things like A Scarlet Letter, Animal Farm, and Moby Dick, all without being assigned by a teacher! Some I liked better than others (Moby Dick's Whiteness of the Whale, my beloathed), but I was a voracious reader, just the same.

While I never did fall in love with Pride and Prejudice like my friends did, I adored The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy! It basically laid the groundwork for such popular heroes like Zorro and Batman, and no, I'm not kidding.

Accelerated Reading was not emphasized as much by the time I reached high school, so I started reading more fantasy novels. I still prefer The Hobbit to The Lord of the Rings, for example, but the inverse is true of the movies, haha.

I tend to prefer fairy tale retellings over original fantasy, just because I like to know what I'm getting into. That's one reason I picked up ACOTAR! Well, the first reason is I discovered the Adult Coloring Book in a local bookstore, but I was intrigued by the artwork and the excerpts I read.

One such retelling that I recently fell in love with is "Heart's Blood" by Juliet Marillier, which is Beauty and the Beast set in ancient Ireland. I don't normally go for Historical Fantasy (since I prefer fantastical settings), but I was intrigued by the mystery of ✨The Enchantment✨. And the way the author wove it into the magic of the mirrors around the castle just blew my mind when I first read it. It felt like such a fresh take on the classic fairy tale, even though I've read at least five different retellings of the story so far.

One of those that I still dearly love is "Beauty: A Retelling of Beauty and the Beast" by Robin McKinley. It's definitely a slower read than some of the more modern retellings, as it came out in the 1970s, but I am convinced that Disney took notes from this work, since McKinley's Beauty is an avid reader, and so is Belle. I don't recall any prior adaptation that made her interested in books.

That being said, one of my absolute favorite Robin McKinley books is "Sunshine", which I'm reading now, in fact. I try to reread it every October. It's got Vampires, Cinnamon Rolls the size of your head, and a character who's trying her hardest to be normal after being kidnapped by said Vampires. What's not to love?

I could go on, but I think that's a pretty good start. However, my list of Honorable Mentions includes: the short stories of Peter S. Beagle (who wrote "The Last Unicorn"), Sherwood Smith's "Crown Duel" duology, and Garth Nix's "Sabriel". The worldbuilding in all of these is just top-tier. I love them all.

Now, finally, onto your second question. 😅 Tamcien's love languages, an exploration:

First, Tamlin:

Words of Affirmation: Yes, he struggles with compliments (Exhibit A: "Your hair is... clean"), but he seems to do better with the written word when composing limericks. When he whispers an "I love you, thorns and all" late at night, you know he means it. Still, this is probably not his number one love language. It's supposed to be something that comes naturally, after all.

Acts of Service: He gave Feyre a fully furnished painting studio, and he enlisted Nuan's help to fix Lucien's eye, but I can't think of that many examples, to be honest. He does hunt down creatures like The Bogge to make sure they don't terrorize his people or his lands, but these acts could also be boiled down to his duty as High Lord.

Gifts: Again we have the painting studio as evidence, but traditionally, it's the smaller just-because-I-was-thinking-of-you gifts that indicate the strength of this particular love language. I'm not convinced.

Quality Time: Now we're getting somewhere. The glen, the pool of starlight, the meadow with the singing willow, all of these special locations are places where Tamlin can just let his hair down and relax. He doesn't need to talk, and neither does his companion. He's just content to lie back and bask in their company.

Physical Touch: This one is tricky, because my first thought is that this one would be it. However. I think he gets "touched out" more often than not and needs to recharge. His main power is shapeshifting, which already takes a toll, but he's also expected to participate in the Great Rite every year, so it's less about intimacy and more about duty. That being said, I think he is definitely touch-starved at this point in the story, and it will take a lot of time and trust to let anyone get close to him again.

Final answer: Quality Time.

Next up, Lucien:

Words of Affirmation: At least in Book 1, Lucien is sassy and snarky, but when he gets called on it, he has been known to resort to overt flattery (Exhibit A: "Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold"). Later on in the novel, Lucien admires Feyre's Solstice attire and says she looks "positively Fae", while Tamlin's comment is more sincere: "You look beautiful". I would therefore say that this is not Lucien's first love language.

Acts of Service: Lucien helped Feyre multiple times during her stay Under the Mountain, but it was, as he said "for Tamlin's sake". We do learn that he truly does care for Feyre later on, but this does not seem to be his primary love language, either.

Gifts: Like Tamlin, gifts from a faerie seem to come from a sense of obligation, rather than "thinking of you". The ruby dagger was something he gave up to reward Feyre for freeing the Suriel when she didn't have to. So I would say that Gifts isn't it, either.

Quality Time: He tags along with Tamlin and Feyre on many of their outings, but more than once he makes excuses to let them be alone. He seems too impatient to just sit and linger.

Physical Touch: I think this might be it, actually. Although it's never shown in the text, it is implied that he enjoys dalliances with other faeries while out on patrol. When Feyre has a nightmare in Book 3 (or pretends to), his method of comfort is to embrace her. Interestingly enough, I think he is more self-conscious about his scar and his eye than he would like to admit, and so he uses snark to keep people at arm's length until he decides they're allowed to approach. While Tamlin seems to be afraid of hurting people because of how strong he is, I think Lucien is more afraid of being hurt, like he was by Amarantha. Is there any correlation to your love language being used to wound you? I think so. For Tamlin, who seems to value Quality Time, his worst nightmare is to be left alone, even if he thinks that's what he wants. And for Lucien, it would be physical abuse, since a pat on the shoulder or a fond embrace seems to come so naturally to him.

Final Answer: Physical Touch.

Now I know that I relied a lot on canon to come up with these answers, and Tamcien's relationship is nothing but platonic in the series, but I can't help but think the same answers apply to their fanon pairing.

Imagine Lucien braiding Tamlin's hair while he lies back and relaxes (I think @/lucychanart has a piece depicting this, actually). Or Tamlin brushing a kiss against Lucien's scar, to remind him that it doesn't change how he feels about him. Or the two of them putting their heads together as they pore over a map in Tamlin's office. Lucien putting a hand over Tamlin's when his claws threaten to come out, and reminding him to take a deep breath.

That's not to say that they wouldn't also express their love in other ways, like the aforementioned "I love you"s or giving one another gifts once in a while, but for the common, everyday expressions of love, it's got to be Quality Time and Physical Touch. ❤️

Thank you for letting me ramble! This was a wonderful exercise. 😊

I hope you have a good weekend, too, Santa! I look forward to hearing from you again, whenever that may be. 🥰

[seadeepy]

2, 5 for the reading questions. also what’s your fav book of all time?

(2) Did you reread anything? What?

I did! I re-read Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman and Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir.

I have a friend that really likes Neverwhere, and it had been about a decade since I read it, so I picked it up again to understand his references better. It's not very high on my list of NG novels, honestly, but it did pave the way as his first solo published novel! And it's cool to have such a strongly agender character in a book from 1996 -- Neil has been on his nonbinary angels crusade for a looong time

I've reread GtN about a billion times by now, and can conveniently answer your second question too -- it's probably my fave book of all time, as of the last few years! On a lot of re-reads I skip to my favorite parts, but I logged this one as a proper re-read because I read it out loud in its entirety to a friend. This was a victory for me because she was one of the few friends of mine whom I hadn't already convinced to read it, and she's someone who usually strongly dislikes SF/F! But we made it through the whole thing and then had a fascinating in-depth conversation about the structure of its plot, characters, prose, and tropes/genre -- which is basically the dream for sharing any special-interest media of mine. I am approaching 100% completion of convincing my IRL friends to read the Locked Tomb series, and I regret nothing.

(If I weren't picking GtN as fave of all time, other contenders would be American Gods by Neil Gaiman and Pride & Prejudice.)

~

(5) What genre did you read the most of?

I can answer that with a chart straight from StoryGraph:

I'm pretty sure Mystery ranks so highly because I read all 17 books in the Dresden Files series, plus the two short story collections -- the series is a fascinating blend of urban fantasy and detective noir, and I highly recommend it. Relatively light reading, entertaining and has absolutely phenomenal recurring characters.

[konnie-shitpost]

dorian & lavellan

Lavellan: You have a nice mustache.   Dorian: It pleases me to see that some of us here have taste after all.  Lavellan: Elves don’t have facial hair. I think. Lavellan: No one in my clan had bears or mustaches. Actually, I’ve never asked my Keeper about this before.  Dorian: Maybe you should have.   Lavellan: Maybe I should have. Anyway, your mustache is nice!  Dorian: Thanks, doll.   Dorian: Now that I think about it, you really do look like a bisque doll.   Lavellan: It’s a good thing, I hope?  Dorian: Depends. In our case, I suppose it adds to your mystique. Really creates this otherworldly ‘The holy Herald of Andraste’ air.   Lavellan: Then it’s a bad thing.  Dorian: And now you’re being unreasonably negative.    

Lavellan: I really like how you’ve decorated your place in Skyhold. Have you brought all these books from Tevinter?  Dorian: No, I’ve mostly got them here. Otherwise, I would be traveling with an even heavier baggage.  Lavellan: And do you have a library back there?  Dorian: Obviously! Pavus family finds great pride in their collection.  Dorian: Finding rare ancient tomes is something of a sport in Tevinter. It doesn't mean that they actually read all that, of course, but it's a whole other subject.  Dorian: I imagine you’d like it at my place, shelves upon shelves filled with books...  Lavellan: Wow... I wish I could see all that!  Dorian: I’m sure you can. After all saving-the-world business, that is.      

Lavellan: Dorian, I wonder how…  Dorian: Questions, questions! It's like you have a limitless source of them inside you.   Lavellan: Should I stop?  Dorian: No, I only jest. Please go on.  Lavellan: Do I annoy you?  Dorian: No, doll. Your curiosity is a pleasant surprise. Most judge me and my home without bothering to take any interest in it.  Lavellan: They do the same with me. I try to be different. 

Dorian: So, you and Solas…   Lavellan: What about us?  Dorian: You're together now?  Lavellan: Yes.  Dorian: Look, doll, you have to be cautious. You look at him with those baby deer eyes and let him listen to the sound of his own voice for too long.   Dorian: Men love that. It makes them feel special.  Lavellan: I don't understand. Is it a bad thing? I want him to feel special.  Dorian: Yes, and-  Lavellan: And I like the sound of his voice. I also like your voice. Should I stop listening to you too?  Dorian: Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll shut up.  

Lavellan: Are you and Iron Bull a thing?  Dorian: Sweet Andraste, do we have to discuss it?   Lavellan: Why not? You’ve asked me about Solas.   Dorian: Sighs. I feel as if I’m going to break a saint’s heart.   Dorian: What we and Bull have is not like this purely intellectual thing you and your hobo friend have going on. We have sex, and that’s it.   Lavellan: I don’t think that you’re like that.  Dorian: See, I’ve said that you’ll get disappointed in me.  Lavellan: I’m not. I’m just saying that you’re denying your feelings.   Lavellan: It’s okay. You’ve been through a lot. You need time.   Dorian: Where do you even get such wild ideas? 

Lavellan: I’m sorry about everything that happened.   Dorian: It’s nothing new, doll. Though I appreciate the sentiment.  Lavellan: I’m not sure if I can understand the way you feel. I’ve never had a family like yours.  Dorian: Sometimes it seems that the ones who don’t have it easier.   Lavellan: I’ve had my clan, though. I think that it’s similar sometimes. I hope that you’ll also find your clan one day.  Dorian: Are you suggesting that I should go to the dailish? Because I'm pretty certain they won’t like a vint among their people.  Lavellan: You’re being funny, but you understand what I mean.   Dorian: I do. I just don't think that I'm a clan kind of person. I'm barely a one-true-friend kind of person.  Lavellan: It's a start, no? Dorian: I suppose so. And a nice start at that. 

i've written some fake banters with my inquisitor because i'm actively going insane before datv release and i need to do something. here they are!

cole & lavellan

Cole: Laila. Dannet. Arianni. Loren. Kendrick.   Lavellan: What?  Cole: You keep repeating their names so you don’t forget.   Cole: But it’s not your fault. Corypheus killed them, not you.   Lavellan: I know that.  Cole: Not fully. If I had done more, if I had found them earlier, if they hadn’t followed me...  Cole: Forgive yourself, and forgive them for believing in you. The blame is his.  Lavellan: I... will try to, Cole.  

Lavellan: Cole, about the other day...  Lavellan: Thank you. You wanted to comfort me.   Cole: You were hurt. I heal hurts.   Lavellan: Yes... But did you have to say it all out loud?  Cole: How should I say it otherwise? Can you feel my emotions too?  Lavellan: No, sorry, I phrased it incorrectly. I’ve meant, can’t you say such things when we’re alone?   Cole: Why?  Lavellan: Because it’s personal.  Cole: They are your friends. They can help too if they know you’re hurt.  Dorian (if in party): Tell her, Cole.  Lavellan: I guess I can’t argue with that, yes?  Cole: You like his hands. His grip on the staff is strong and skillful. You wonder if it’d feel the same on you.  Lavellan: I- Cole, it’s not a hurt!  Cole: No, but it’s similar. A longing.  Lavellan: And how are my friends supposed to help me with that? 

If Solas is in party:   Solas: I can come up with a few ideas.  Lavellan: Oh! well... Giggles.   Cole: See. I’ve helped.  

Otherwise:  Cole: It’s not something to hide. He would like to hear that.   Lavellan: He would?  Cole: Yes.  Lavellan: Well, if you say so... I’ll keep that in mind.  

Cole: It’s names again.   Cole: You knew all names in Haven, and it meant that you all were a little bit like clan, and you were their First again. Сole: You helped them, and they knew you, so you became Ishali and not the Herald.  Cole: But now there is too much of them. You can’t know all, and they barely know you. You’re afraid that they will get you wrong.  Cole: Does it matter?  Lavellan: Yes, to me. I want to be me.   Cole: But they don’t change you. You remain you, and they are just wrong.  Lavellan: I’m not sure if it’s that simple. 

Lavellan: How does your body feel, Cole? Is it strange to have one? Spirits are usually shapeless, as far as I know.   Cole: I’m not sure. Sometimes. I used to fall often.  Cole: And not all armour feels right. It’s itchy, or too tight, or not enough.  Lavellan: We can get you some clothes specifically tailored for your tastes and needs.    Cole: That sounds nice.  

Lavellan: Cole, are you alright?  Cole: I am me. Why?  Lavellan: I know not everyone is happy to see you there. You should tell me if someone hurts you.  Cole: I don’t understand. I heal hurts. I am not being hurt.   Lavellan: Are you okay with the way Sera treats you? Vivienne?   Sera (if in party): This bloody thing gets inside my mind and I am the bad one here?  Vivienne (if in party): It's a demon, dear. I treat it as such.  Cole: They are afraid, and their fear makes it hard to help. I try to find different ways inside, but I haven’t found the one that works yet.   Lavellan: Some people don’t deserve your help.  Cole: Some. They do. 

Lavellan: How is it in the Fade? You’ve been there physically; it should be different from going there in dreams.  Cole: I don’t sleep.   Lavellan: Oh, right. Can you say something regardless?  Cole: The Fade is light, always changing, moving. Your world is heavier, stuck in place, but it’s good sometimes, to feel the ground not running away from you.   Lavellan: Is that why demons seek to cross the Veil?  Cole: They need to feel something real, only then they can break it.  

[songmingisthighs]

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

As you, Hongjoong, and Yeosang stepped into the campus housing complex, you were immediately welcomed with the sound of what you could only assume as a stampede.

Before you could even tell neither Hongjoong nor Yeosang, you could see several men running towards you from the distance. Upfront, you could see Mingi and Wooyoung running as fast as they could whilst San, Seonghwa, and surprisingly Jongho followed behind. A little bit further back, you could see Yunho trying to catch up, obviously left behind by the rest.

You couldn't help but grin widely at the sight. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as your heart swelled with love for them. Before neither Hongjoong nor Yeosang could do anything, you had taken off to meet the other boys halfway.

All of you, except for Hongjoong and Yeosang, crashed onto each other in a big hug. The first to wrap his arms around you was San which then followed by Seonghwa and Mingi, then Wooyoung and Jongho and finally Yunho.

"I'm so glad you're fine, baby," Seonghwa exhaled shakily, arms tightly wound around you protectively. You giggled at him and pulled away from them slightly, "You're dramatic, you know? I'm fine, perfectly fine even, they didn't find anything wrong with me," you grinned at them.

San took one of your hands in his, inspecting it thoroughly with a pout on his face, "are they 100% sure? You hit Sunhee pretty hard last night,"

You slipped your hand from his grasp to cup his face instead. You stared into his eyes before giving him a peck on his nose, "Yes, Sannie, they were 100% sure, I even got an x-ray just to be sure," you assured him.

Wooyoung suddenly pushed forward, pushing San away to take his spot. He had his hands on your waist and a deep pout on his face, "no fair, I want nose kissies too," he whined. The others groaned at his childish behaviour but you only giggle at his adorableness before complying. You leaned in to peck his nose but as you pulled away, he pulled you back in to kiss your lips.

The rest of the boys let out protests, pulling Wooyoung away from you and smacking his arm and scolding him. But Wooyoung only had a goofy grin on his face, looking far too satisfied.

You rolled your eyes at their childish antics, but a smirk remained on your face. As you walk off past them towards the frat.

Realizing this, the boys immediately caught up with you. Mingi and Yunho linked each arm around yours, making sure to not be too rough as you had just gotten back from the hospital. You kept reminding them that you were okay but they insisted that they won't take any chances.

Even as you walked in, the boys immediately rush forward before you to get things ready. Mingi and Yunho led you to the couch, Seonghwa and Jongho ran to the kitchen, telling you that they'll bring you tea. Somehow, San had ran up to your room and back with your blanket in his arms which he immediately draped over your lap while Wooyoung took your shoes off. Hongjoong and Yeosang however, sit idly by the side, snickering at how the others were running around like headless chickens.

You, however, were basking in their affection, feeling somehow special and very much loved by them.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"Are you comfortable?"

"Do you want me to lend you my hoodie?"

"Do you want me to help you change first?" "Woo, not the time,"

"Is this spot good enough for you?"

"Want me to move you to your bedroom?"

The questions they threw at you were neverending and relentless, bordering on nagging. But you didn't find them annoying at all. You answered each of them with a smile on your face, even reassuring them that all you need is for them to stay with you.

Seonghwa once again appeared in front of you, kneeling with a pout on his face, "are you sure you're fine? We can get you literally anything you need," he said, hands on your knees and thumb rubbing gently.

You put the cup of tea on the coffee table and put your hands on top his, your own thumb caressing the back of his hand softly, "I'm 110% sure I'm fine, hwa! What kind of confirmation do you need?" you giggled, finding his caring nature to be quite amusing at the moment.

"(Y/N)'s fine hyung, she's still bad at math! If she'd been in a worse condition, she'd suddenly be good at it," Jongho joked as he plopped down next to you, head on your shoulder as he playfully twined his arm around yours.

As you rolled your eyes at Jongho's teasing, Seonghwa smacked him on his leg, "Don't say that! She just got hurt!" he scolded the younger. Yeosang suddenly piped in from the other side, "Well, having your arm smack someone sure does hurt but I wouldn't say she is HURT hurt, they literally didn't find anything wrong other than her odd cardiac rhythm," he said casually.

Seonghwa's eyes almost bulged out when Yeosang mentioned your odd cardiac rhythm. You could almost see him visibly paled. You sent a glare to Yeosang for not being mindful of his wordings before cupping Seonghwa's face gently, "It wasn't anything serious, I told them it was because I drank coffee and I had quite an exciting night," you explained. But Seonghwa was still not relaxing. "I'm going to start limiting your caffeine intake, young lady, and I won't take no for an answer," he told you.

Before you could retort, San reappeared from the stairs. He skipped over to you and tug your arm, "I made you a bath, come on!" he said excitedly.

You let San tug you up and lead you to the 2nd floor. But then a set of footsteps followed behind you two.

"And where are you going?" Yunho called.

You looked to the side to find Wooyoung casually following you behind.

He blinked innocently before answering Yunho, "(Y/N)'s gonna take a bath," he stated simply.

"And why were you following behind?" Hongjoong asked, arms crossed in front of his chest.

Wooyoung shrugged nonchalantly, "She might need some help in there. Besides, I know a way or two to help her de-stress," he smirked, pumping his eyebrows suggestively.

The boys collectively booed him. Hands coming forth to pull him away from you. They all threw protests at him, to which he defended himself with equal ferocity.

You couldn't help but watch them. There was a sense of pride and comfort seeing all of you together like this. You all might be unconventional, a little bit crazy and bordering on madness. But you love them all to bits. Every single part of you felt nothing but care and adoration for them.

And now, after what had happened, the crazy shit you went through. You were sure that they love you as well. You were sure that no matter what happened, you all will always have each others' backs no matter what.

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[lustforyuu]

oh my god the iida headcannons were AMAZING can you please write a fic based on those? 🥺 because now I'm imagining pro hero iida coming back home from work and being very very stressed and needing relief from his gf (totally not me) and now I am very thirsty

domestic bliss ft. tenya iida 

word count: 1.0k 

note: making this my 69 followers milestone fic! based on this :)

warnings: afab!reader, pro hero!iida, iida and reader are married, blowjobs, cunnilingus, use of the term angel, service dom!iida, domestic bliss, cum swallowing, breeding kink 

paperwork. paperwork. paperwork.

a villain fight cost iida’s hero agency millions in damages, lawsuits galore, and a new scar to iida’s ever growing collection.

he needed some relief.

relief that came in the form of you.

cooking was always a relieving activity for you. sure, your family was patriarchal in a sense— having instilled a sense of pride in you when it came to traditional feminine duties— but you were never less grateful that they taught you how to cook.

the aroma of beef stew filled the air of the kitchen, you gave it a sniff and smiled proudly at your creation. hopefully, your husband would enjoy it, it was his favorite after all.

the door to your home swung open and iida stomped inside, some dry blood from the day’s previous fight caked on his forehead. you greeted your husband with a grin, “you’re home! i made—”

iida slammed his lips against yours, cutting you off with a kiss. you yelped in surprise and wrapped your arms around your husband’s neck for support.

“angel,” he panted after breaking the kiss, “i had a bad day.”

“i could tell,” your lips quirked up into a soft smile, “how can i make my darling tenya feel better?”

“let me play with your breasts.”

you blushed. iida found comfort in your tits, nice and full and warm to the touch. slowly, you unbuttoned your blouse and discarded your bra, your beautiful tits on full display.

iida approached you and cupped your breasts, massaging and squeezing them like his personal stress balls. you let out a sigh of contentment, a mutual relationship in progress. he got stress relief while you got physical relief from your sore breasts.

“you are divine,” iida hummed, peppering kisses against your tits. he took one perky nipple into his mouth and suckled, groping the breast that was left unattended.

“tenya..” you purred, hands trailing down to the hem of his shirt and slipping down his pants, “lemme make you feel good.”

he released his hands and mouth from your breasts, “okay, darling.”

you got on your knees and removed those pesky pants of his, followed by his navy blue boxers. his cock sprung forth, hard and leaking with precum.

“beautiful,” you whispered, admiring your husband’s cock. you opened your mouth and took all seven inches with ease, practice from your previous sexual encounters with your husband.

“(y/n)..” your husband groaned, hands combing through your hair. you happily continued your sucking, bobbing your head down on his cock and playing with his pretty balls. you were enamored with your husband’s cock.

“oh!” he climaxed back after you gave his balls a soft squeeze, cum spraying down your throat and coating it white. you pulled off his dick and swallowed the cum, satisfied.

“allow me,” iida picked you up bridal style and carried you off to the bedroom. it wasn’t fair that he got to suck your breasts and get a blowjob from you, he needed to return the favor.

iida set you down on the bed and trailed kisses down your body after helping you undress, starting from your lips to your thighs. you moaned sweetly in response, music to iida’s ears.

“thank you for the meal,” iida thanked you before dining on your pussy like a fine meal. you let out a strangled groan, his nose bumping into your clit while he happily napped at your slick folds.

“a- ah!” you whimpered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. iida traced circles in the flesh of your thigh, his tongue prodding against your sweet spot. a well-timed lick to your sweet spot sent you into an intense climax.

“tenya!” you cried out, coming on his face. tenya pulled back and smiled, his face covered in your glimmering cum. he wiped it off his face and licked his fingers clean, “delicious.”

“tenya..” you flushed, embarrassed. tenya reassured you with a kiss on the cheek, “don’t be shy, angel. it’s okay.”

“tenya..” you repeated yourself.

“how can i please my girl?” he asked.

“want you inside me..” you mumbled, suddenly meek.

iida grinned, “i think that can be arranged.”

your husband wrapped his arms around you and kissed you sweetly. you kissed him back and smiled against his lips. domestic bliss at its finest, was it not?

“condom or no condom?” iida questioned.

“no condom. i wanna feel you,” you answered.

he nodded and carefully pushed you down on the bed, lining his cock to your entrance. holding your hand, iida slowly slid himself inside and with the help of your natural wetness, he slid in with ease.

“you fit me like a glove,” iida grunted, beginning his thursts gently and at a slow pace. you mewled and held your husband close, your pussy squleching with each thurst. he was so big, your little pussy couldn’t bear him for long.

“god, look at my cock,” iida groaned, pressing down on your tummy. your pussy throbbed at the sensation, staring down at how your stomach bulged from your husband’s cock. 

“your cock- your cock is really big!” you sobbed, overwhelmed with pleasure, “fill me up, tenya! knock me up!”

something must had switched on in your husband’s brain because the next time you knew, you were being plowed from behind.

“fuck–”

slap. slap.

“gonna fill you up–”

slap. slap. slap.

“gonna make you a–

slap. slap. slap. slap.

“–mother!”

iida came, shooting his thick cum directly into your womb. you let out a cry of shock before orgasming after him, creaming all over your husband’s cock. the two of you laid beside one another after iida pulled out, some cum spilling out and dripping down your inner thighs.

“that was.. amazing..” you whispered, tired out from the sex.

“agreed,” iida replied breathlessly, his cock softening.

you curled up beside your husband like a cat, content with being there in the moment, and kissed him on the cheek.

“round two?” you asked, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

iida smiled back at you.

“round two.”

[kerie-prince]

change of pace

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (@pinkdevile) hey bae, can i request a one shot or headcanon about fred being whipped by one of ron classmates that is a non-pureblood slytherin and kind of prodigy in magic and how would he react to her being a typical dry slytherin and being a prodigy and good at everything?

summary: What happens when a red lion who lives in the moment falls for a green snake with plans for her future? Romance, of course.

a/n: stereotypical, yes but i had fun writing this :) also, i know my posting schedule keeps changing, so sorry about that 🥺 i got lots of requests (thank you guys SO much!) and i'm trying to not make them all sound the same. i'm looking up synonyms and all that stuff lol

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You were the least Slytherin person in your house. But maybe that's made you even more of a Slytherin. Your traits were that of a typical member of the house of snakes. No, you weren't a rude bitch; you had ambition that rivaled that of a Gryffindor and it wasn't even one of their traits. You aimed for the stars and your pride proved that you could do that and more. You are the best witch of your class, and maybe even your school.

And it was this reputation that caught the attention of someone who is quite the polar opposite. You were calm and collected. He was a wild card and unpredictable. Fred Weasley had his eyes on you and was going crazy for you. It all started when one day, he was with his friends and brothers in the Great Hall during lunch when you had walked up to Ron and Harry, “Hey Ron, were my notes able to help you?”

“Yeah, loads. Thank you, Y/N.” Lee was in the middle of a conversation with his best friends when he noticed Fred wasn't responding to anything he was saying. “Mate, you okay?” When you walked to your table, Fred scooted closer to his younger brother, “Dearest brother, how are you?”

“What do you want?” Ron saw right through him. He knew when Fred wanted something from him, just like now.

“Well I’m offended that you would assume something,” Fred held a hand over his chest with a fake offended look on his face, “can’t a person ask about the well being of his baby brother?” Ron had a deadpan expression and Harry was laughing at Fred’s exaggeration. “Fair enough. Who was that?”

“Who? Y/N? She’s in mine and Harry’s class, why?” Ron had taken a large bite from his turkey leg.

“What’s she like?” Fred inquired. Ron thought about it for a minute, “Dunno, she’s pretty quiet.”

“If I didn't know any better, I’d say that Freddie here fancies someone,” George teased. The surrounding friends laugh and point towards Fred. “I don’t fancy anyone. I’m just asking a simple question.”

Hermione and Ginny later joined the group. “What’s all this fuss about?” Hermione questioned.

“Fred’s asking about Y/L/N,” Harry caught Hermione up to speed. “Why? You’re not thinking of doing anything to her, are you?” Hermione started to scold the older boy.

“Why is it that you lot always think I’m up to no good,” Fred sighed.

“Because you’ve never been up to any good,” Ginny teased her older brother. Fred rolled his eyes and turned back to try and find you at your table. You had a couple of friends with you and a small book in your hand as you ate. Fred was determined to get your attention somehow.

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You sat in the library by yourself. You had spent the majority of the afternoon grading first years’ papers for Snape’s class and working with Hermione and Katie on a project for Ancient Runes. Giving up your weekends to study wasn't all that bad. The feeling of being on top was rewarding.

It was funny; your parents had stopped caring about your grades all together because they already knew what they were going to read. Not that they weren't supportive or proud of you. At family gatherings on your father’s side, he loved seeing the looks on his relatives’ faces when he boasted that you were the best student at Hogwarts.

But they have told you on many occasions that it wouldn't kill you to have at least one E. They wanted you to be able to have a normal teen life and have fun. Go to parties, get in trouble every now and then. You assured them that you were fine and all and even believed it yourself. You never had interest in breaking the pattern you had set.

The library was nearing its closing time and you packed your things. When you walked out the grand doors, a tall figure came in front of you and nearly knocked down all the books you carried. His hands caught whatever you couldn't hold before it hit the floor.

“Sorry about that,” you looked up at the towering boy. Your breath slightly hitched at the sight of his attractive face. His cheekbones were defined and his skin looked soft. You didn’t realize that you were staring, nor that he was also staring at you as well. Finally, he spoke up and handed you the book he was holding for you. “I believe this is for you.”

His mouth moved, but you were so distracted that it didn't occur to you he had actually said anything until you saw him looking at you expectedly. “Oh, thank you.” You started heading towards the dungeons when he jogged towards and stopped in front of you. “Aren’t you in the same class as Ron?”

“Yes, how did you know that?”

“I saw you talk to him the other day,” he told you. “I’m Fred.” He reached to shake your hands but then pulled it back when he remembered that your hands were full at the moment.

Ah, so this is Fred you thought. You've heard of him, who hasn't? Years of being at Hogwarts, tales of him and his equally devilish brother creating havoc around campus have traveled from one student to another. How you two had never seen one another until this point was surprising. It’s not like Hogwarts was a large school, but it wasn't small either.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” You nodded your head towards him to replace a handshake. Ten seconds of silence caused you to walk past him and return to the path to the dungeons. “W-wait!” Fred called out.

He stood in front of you once again, one of his hands positioned in front of you to block you from walking past him again. “Would you like to get a butterbeer tomorrow?”

If there was anything you didn't like, it was being put on the spot. And another thing? Your routine being disturbed. Your Sunday was all planned out. Helping Sprout with her greenhouse to earn extra house points, tutoring some younger years, and getting a head start on your homework that wasn't even due for another week.

“I’m sorry, but no.” You gave him an apologetic smile as you walked away. Once again, he ran in front of you but this time merged with you and actually caused all of your books to fall.

“Merlin, I’m so sorry,” he bent down to help you pick them up. Fred usually isn't this clumsy or nervous. He usually charms his way through anything, but he was becoming like putty out of nowhere. “Okay, well what about Honeydukes next Saturday?”

“Sorry, but no again.” You started walking away for the nth time and turned around to look at him for the last time, “Please don’t follow me again.” And you were gone. But did this mean that Fred gave up on any chance he had? No. Far from it. If anything, it gave him reason to want to try harder.

He walked all the way to the Gryffindor house and luckily found Hermione studying in the common room with Pavarti and Lavender. There was a spot open next to her and when Ginny was about to take the spot, Fred grabbed her arm and pulled her away to steal the seat.

“Um, excuse you, I was going to sit–”

“Tell me everything you can about Y/N,” Fred interrupted his sister.

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He had tried to learn as much as he could about you. Fred learned that you had the top grades. Much like Harry did, you had learned the Patronus Charm before not only before your own class, but even Fred’s charms class. Your dad's a wizard, and your mum's a muggle. But most importantly, you were a picture perfect student, and although you didn't have any apparent hobbies, you picked up just about everything with ease.

A couple of weeks had passed and every other day, Fred had made any type of excuse to come see you.

‘Oh, my next class is in this direction’ It wasn't.

‘I like that book, too!’ You were, in fact, not holding a book but your personal journal.

‘Funny running into you here!’ It was in the Great Hall during breakfast.

Now, you didn't hate these interactions. They didn't do anything to your routine, and they were actually cute attempts to get your attention. But you didn't think you had any time for anything else. Or anyone else.

“You should give him a chance, Y/N/N. Live a little. I think the top student can take a bit of time for herself at least once,” your friend Millicent advised. Astoria agreed with her, “He’s cute~.” You slightly blushed in your book and pushed their arms away.

“I’ve never been on a date before,” you whispered. The two girls looked at each other confused before turning back to look at you. “Huh?”

“I’ve never been on a date before!” You flinched when you realized your voice was louder than intended. Your friends laughed when you looked towards the Gryffindor table to make sure Fred didn't hear you. He was talking to his friends, so that meant he didn't. Only he did, but felt your eyes on him so he pretended he didn't.

“So this is the perfect reason to go out with him! Go ask him out,” Millie pushed. She was persistently tapping on your arm until you eventually stood up. You took a deep breath to gather confidence and walked towards the table of red and gold.

When Fred's eyes met yours, you turned around and walked out of the Hall. He stood up from his seat and chased after you. He kept bumping into people, including Filch in the hallways. Filch yelled for him to stop, but of course Fred ignored him and kept going.

Momentarily, he lost you in the crowd of mixed color robes until he saw you sitting by yourself on a bench under a tree. He walked towards your direction and asked you with his eyes if he could take the seat next to you. You scooted down more to let the tall boy sit down.

Neither of you said anything for a few moments. You fiddled with your fingers on your lap and he stared up at the sky. “Nice day, innit?” Fred started the conversation. “Yes, it is.”

“Good weather to go walking around Hogsmeade” Fred tried one last attempt in asking you out.

“It would be,” you accepted.

He let out a sigh in defeat, “I know I ask a lot, but maybe just this once– wait, what did you say?” You looked up at him and smiled for the first time. His heart skipped a beat and the butterflies fluttered about inside.

“I’ll go with you.” He was so excited that he jumped up and did an air punch of victory. You laughed to yourself and when he looked at you, you had an eyebrow raised. He blushed in embarrassment and scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Promptly at 2 in the afternoon in front of the Slytherin dorms. Don’t be late,” you stood up with confidence. You walked back to the Hall to tell your friends, cheeks warmed and ears blushing. “So?” Astoria asked.

“It’s just a date, that's it,” you sounded nonchalant about it, but the smile on your face said differently. You were excited for your day with Fred and for all, unpredictable adventures to come.

A much needed change of pace.

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requests open!

[nsfwnct]

A Little Rougher

Pairing: Lucas + F Reader

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Subtle puppy play, Dom Lucas, rough grabbing, choking, dirty talk, pet names, praise, subtle degradation, mention of bruises, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 1456

"Good girl." Lucas mumbles mindlessly, petting your head as he scrolls through his phone. You had your head in his lap and were watching Final Space with Xiaojun and Yang Yang who were sat on the other couch.

"NOOOOO!" The three of you scream collectively as you watch your favourite character get kidnapped again and you can practically hear Lucas roll his eyes, resulting in a deep pout as you sit up, staring at him with sad puppy eyes.

"Why are you being so grumpy?" Your question results in a raised eyebrow that eventually falls with a sigh, his arm wrapping around your waist and his phone dropping as he pulls you against his side.

"I'm not being grumpy. You've been watching this for hours though and I'd like attention at some point." He usually wasn't quick to admit his needs but sometimes he just wanted to be able to have his hands on you. You understood that, of course, and are quick to throw the remote over to Yang Yang, grabbing Lucas' hand and pulling him up.

"Don't give me any spoilers!!" You should back as you drag your boyfriend to his room, locking the door as he gets comfortable on the bed. It wouldn't be the first time a roommate was locked out around here.

"Come here." Lucas spreads his arms, clearly expecting you to join him which you happily do, shuffling in beside him and pressing your back to his chest, fidgeting for a minute to get as close as possible. "Stop doing that." He sighs with frustration, only encouraging you to wriggle more.

"Why?" You don't try to hide the mischief in your voice, taunting him a little bit.

His hand grips your hip in a useless attempt to keep you still. "Because it's been a while and we kept getting caught." He notably groans when you roll over, immediately noticing the smirk on your lips. Thankfully for you, he quickly changes his tune when your hand sneaks between you both to palm over his already half hard length.

"Sooo we won't get caught this time? No point in punishing yourself." You start peppering kisses along his neck and he gives in to his urges, quickly moving his body on top of yours, his arms beside your chest and his lips pressing against your own gently. You whine for more, kissing him deeper as you continue your previous task, struggling with his jeans for a minute before you manage to get them unbuttoned and unzipped, shoving them down a bit to roughly in your frustration.

"Careful, puppy."

You sigh happily at the nickname being said in his slightly raspy voice, wrapping your hand around his length and giving shallow strokes that distract him from his original train of thought. He focuses instead on attempting to leave a heart shaped love bite on your shoulder. He considered it his signature when you two had sex and it had almost become a subtle brag whenever it was pointed out by one of the other members, knowing that a few of them had their own little crushes on you.

"Ow!" You yelp slightly when he sucks a little harder than usual, not expecting the extra pain. Confusion paints your face as he pulls away completely, staring down at you with concern.

"Are you okay?" It was sweet of him to be worried, really, but it's not exactly what you were looking for.

"Why'd you stop?"

His face mimics your own. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

You groan in response, sliding your hands under his shirt and pressing your nails slightly into his chest.

"You can be a little rougher. I don't mind." He coughs slightly to try and hide the groan that slips when you whimper. He didn't want you to ever think that he would genuinely hurt you.

"I dunno baby..." He wants to try it with you. He really does. He just can't help but hesitate.

"You don't have to..." You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down a little, the weight of his body resting on yours. You gently stroke his cheek, staring up at him with shining eyes. "But if you did want to... I would really like that.~" your voice drops a tiny bit and these a subtle sigh to it as you think about all the potential things he could do. "I know you'd make me feel so good. I promise I'll be a good puppy for you." He snaps on your last sentence, pushing his hips into your own before tugging off your shorts, happy to see there were no underwear to compete with.

"Tell me if it's too much ok?" You nod and he relaxes, moving back a bit. His large hands grip your thighs as he moves down, laying between your legs and placing your thighs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around them to trap you in place. A loud moan rips from your throat as he wastes no time in diving in, his tongue gliding over your pussy to savour the taste of you before it moves to your clit, slowly stroking back and forth. You know he's teasing you and you throw your arm over your face with an exasperated groan.

"Please don't be mean to me." His fingers dig in to your sensitive skin, a feeling that tells you that you might end up with bruises as he stares straight into your eyes.

"Don't be so spoilt." His voice is stern and sure and it makes you melt, finally seeing the side of Lucas that you had been yearning for.

You don't resist when he takes his time torturing you for a good 20 minutes. You had lost all ability to think the second his fingers joined the mix, moaning uncontrollably as he thrust them in and out of you slowly, stroking your gspot every time. He was truly blessed with talent, knowing every move that made you want to obey him forever.

"Please... Please I just... I need you so bad." You weren't sure if you could take anymore, so desperate to feel him inside of you that you thought you might cry.

You're almost relieved when he finally moved away, his fingers stroking your side to comfort you.

"You've been so good. My pretty puppy." He sighs with his own kind of relief as he presses his cock against your entrance, slowly bottoming out. You choke on your moans, completely overwhelmed. It had clearly been longer than you thought, no longer as well adjusted to his size. Of course, he found that to be an ego boost.

You press your hips up too meet his when you're ready and he doesn't wait any longer, thrusting into you deeply, keeping his pace slow as he wraps a hand around your throat, a hungry look in his eyes that makes you clench around him.

"You look so good like this. Look at me, puppy." His other hand roughly grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, whimpers flowing freely from you. You were in pure bliss with the treatment he was giving you, whining as his thrust got harder, hips rolling against you every time he thrust in. You took pride in the loud groans he couldn't control every time you intentionally clenched around his cock, his thrust getting messier every time.

"You're so funny." He glared at you, rolling his eyes before his free hand joins the one on your throat, your body trembling as he takes it just far enough to make you dizzy before his hands remove completely, taking up a spot on your thighs so that he can push them up to your chest as he starts fucking you harder, practically growling at how good you felt around him, your dripping pussy hugging his cock.

"Do you wanna cum? Is my dumb puppy gonna cum for me?" He laughs slightly, a condescending action that only encourages your orgasm, your pussy practically fluttering.

"Please " Is all you can manage, your voice strained from the amount of noise you were making. You're thankful when he starts rubbing gentle circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge within minutes. Your entire body shakes with the intensity, his own high catching him by surprise, his body pressing hard against your own as you both ride it out.

It takes a few minutes for you both to come to properly, realising you were laying there covered in sweat and fluids.

"Can you help me shower?" You ask with signature puppy eyes and he nods, immediately standing and picking you up, deciding to worry about the mess on the sheets when you were done.