#Maxine x reader

[solarzzeys]

anchor yourself to me.

maxine baker x f!reader.

synopsis. 💌 max tries to hide her troubles from you, but you manage to see through her. a change in her laugh, her smile, the way she hangs around you. it’s only when you confront her does she finally confide in you.

tags. 🏷️ fluff, established relationship, kisses, cuddles, soft comfort.

notes. my first request! (found here) thank you sm for requesting, i had fun writing this. i hope you enjoy & its up to ur standard <3 apologies if there’s any typos :(

ᯓ★

Maxine was like an unexpected blessing in disguise, hurling into your life. She was loud, intense, overwhelming.

It started in Biology class.

She’d been assigned as your new seatmate, walking over to you with a smile that resembled the sun. She greeted you excitedly, nerves nowhere in sight. And you, well, you were the opposite of her. Timid. Quiet. Soft. You gave her a tentative smile, and tried to continue with the activity your teacher had given, but it was difficult to focus with Max’s voice in your ear. She never stopped, not even to take a moment to breathe.

At first, you could deal with it. It was only thrice a week you’d have to see Max, but when a project arose, you found yourself growing closer with her as the weeks passed by.

You’d spend time at school working—in the library, out on the field, by the bleachers. Now and then, you’d work at her place. Other times she’d come home with you.

And in those moments, you couldn’t help but notice things about her that you hadn’t before. The way she twisted her lips to the side, the way she tucked her hair behind her ears when trying hard to concentrate. The way she fiddled with her bracelets when she felt nervous, scared. The way she was often forgetful in her own charming way.

Soon, that initial apprehension you felt towards Max faded, and turned in to something else, something that had you lying awake at night, thoughts of her haunting you. It wasn’t long before you were counting down the seconds till Biology, wanting to see her.

The final day of working on the project was when everything changed.

Max was packing up her books, placing them in her bag when you caught onto her wrist. She looked at you, surprised. Frankly, you had surprised yourself too. But you couldn’t back down—not when you made it that far, not when Max was staring at you with a knowing look. So, with a hammering heart and sweaty palms, you went in for it, asking her out to a movie.

It wasn’t a date, at least not yet. Your first date didn’t come until a week later when Max asked you if you’d like to go bowling.

One date turned into two, and two dates turned into three, until you’d completely lost track. Not much time passed before you both confessed your feelings, and two days later, you were official.

That was five months ago.

Now, having spent so many months together, you know Max like the back of your hand. You know what ticks her, how to comfort her. You pride yourself on that, because Max, although eccentric and extroverted, never let parts of herself be known too well—but you did.

“Guess who?”

There’s a pair of hands hovering over your eyes, interrupting you from changing books out your locker. You smile instinctively, the voice and matching bracelet hanging around the wrist being recognized instantly.

You chuckle, deciding to play with her for a bit. “Let’s see, mh.. my imaginary best friend from age six suddenly came to life?”

Max scoffs sarcastically, dropping her hands. You turn around, back facing the locker as you look at the younger girl. Her bottom lip is jutted out slightly, feigning despair. “Sadly not, only your beautiful, talented and gorgeous girlfriend.”

“Shame, I think I’d prefer the imaginary friend.”

“Oh, is that so?” Max raises an eyebrow, gasping. “How unfortunate! You wound me, Y/N.” She dramatically places a hand over her chest, clutching the section where her heart is.

She takes a step back, standing in the middle of the hallway. You easily notice that mischievous glint in her eyes, as she looks at each side of her before her voice bellows out.

“Quick! Someone help me, for my girlfriend no longer loves me!”

Your eyes widen and you quickly reach out to her, pulling her back towards you. You’re laughing at her antics, but your cheeks still flush red from the curious stares of other students.

“Stop it, you dork.” you mumble, flicking her arm.

Max grins like a Cheshire cat, “I hope you know that’s a preview of what would happen if we ever broke up.”

“Well, luckily that’s not going to happen.”

“Mmh.” She hums in response, and leans in to place a soft kiss on your cheek. You head ducks down, not much of a fan of PDA, but you grab onto Max’s hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

Max lets you finish up switching your books for the next half of the school day, and soon, you’re walking over to her locker, hand-in-hand. She quickly inputs the combination of her lock and the door swings open. You’re leaning against the next door locker, catching sight of the multiple photos decorating the inside of her locker door. It’s a contrast to your own locker, which is bare and lacking any personality.

There’s a few of her, Abby and Norah, a recent one of her and Ginny, another of her and Marcus. Then, your eyes drift to the others. Some are single photos of you, some are of both you and her. They come in many forms too—polaroids, print outs, a strip from a photo booth.

It warms your heart.

Max has always been more…showy with your relationship. Always holding your hand, kissing your cheek or shoulder. An arm slung over you was standard when going out. She needed everyone to know you were hers.

You, on the other hand, loved her in the quiet spaces—the comfort of your home, or hers. Loved her when no one was watching, behind closed doors, or any moment it was just you two.

Max never had a problem with it, she understood you were much more reserved than her. She often relishes in those quiet moments—always with a smile and a heart that beat way too quick for any normal person. Despite your hesitancy at first, you learned to grow to reciprocate her affections. Plus, she knows you have a photo of her tucked away in your wallet, so it’s not like she was completely hidden.

“Am I walking you over to MANG?” you ask her, the name of her friend group rolling off your tongue with ease, even if it makes your insides twist from the absurdity of it.

“It’s only MANG when we’re all together.” She corrects you, and you give her a look as if asking if she was being for real right now. “And uh—no, it’s okay.” Max responds, closing her locker door. “But walk me to AP English?”

You nod, not thinking much of it. Pushing yourself off the locker, you turn back to face Max and offer her your hand. She takes it with a tiny grin, intertwining your fingers and wraps her other hand around your forearm.

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First, it’s a sigh.

What follows after includes a visible slump in her shoulders, a pout present, then a groan of discomfort.

“Okay!” Ellen exclaims, a faux smile in place. Her hands are set on the counter. “Max, honey let’s skip the part where I ask what’s wrong, you lie and tell me it’s nothing, and I pry until you give in. So, clearly somethings going on, mh?”

Max folds her arms over the counter and rests her chin on them. “It’s ANG, they’re being.. weird.”

Ellen lets out a breath and then works around the kitchen, packing out plates and utensils for dinner. “Weird how, sweetheart?”

“They’re distant.” Max says, sitting up and watching her mom. “I can tell they aren’t telling me something, but I just don’t know why.”

Her mom puts down four plates, the sound loud and echoing in the room. “Maybe they’re not ready to talk about it.” She offers poorly, shrugging as if the matter doesn’t hurt Max.

The brunette mumbles a reply under her breath, too low for Ellen to hear. She doesn’t ask Max to repeat it, continuing to move about the kitchen. Max fiddles with her bracelet, and worries on her bottom lip. Maybe she would text them.

She looks at the phone, thinking it over in her head.

Quickly, she reaches for the device and unlocks her phone. She scrolls through her contacts until she finds the MANG groupchat, typing out a message. The blue cursor blinks at her as she rereads what she typed out.

For some reason, her chest feels heavy. Heavy with nervousness, and something else Max couldn’t quite name.

She deletes the message, running a hand through her hair. Why was this suddenly so difficult? It takes her another few minutes before she finally settles on a text, hitting send.

max [6:37pm]: are you guys okay? the groups been quiet and im worried

The message delivers. A couple seconds pass by and there’s still no reply. Max places her phone down, closing her eyes for a brief moment.

She doesn’t notice her brother entering the kitchen until he opens the fridge.

“Marcus!”

The dark haired boy looks over his shoulder at her, a mildly concerned expression on his face. He’s mid-sip from a bottle of water when he fully turns to face Max, leaning against the counter beside the fridge. He twists the bottle cap closed.

“That’s my name.” He replies sarcastically, saluting at her.

Max groans, getting off her seat by the kitchen island and stands opposite him. “Has Ginny said anything to you?”

“About..?” He trails off, placing the bottle next to him. Marcus’ hands rests on each of his elbows, his arms crossing over his chest.

Max rolls her eyes. “Anything! Something! I don’t know, but I feel like I’m out of the loop on everything.” She cards a hand through her hair, tugging on it slightly.

Marcus smirks. “Are you worried I’ve replaced you as her favorite Baker sibling?” He taunts her lightly, and she shoots him a blank look.

He thinks back to recent conversations he’s had with the teenager—talks about her mom, her therapy sessions, living with her dad.

“Nah, she hasn’t told me much.”

Marcus walks off after easily lying through his teeth, taking his bottle of water with him as Max feels her shoulders fold inwards. She sighs again, this time it’s much sadder, her voice soft.

“I just.. I want Ginny to know that I’m here for her. As support for her. I want her to know she can talk to me about anything.”

Nothing prepares Max for her brother’s next few words, but it hits her in the chest, hard—like a punch to the gut. It cuts deep, breath caught in her throat. It chips away at her composure, but she pushes it down, buries it far down inside her.

“Let it go.” He sighs, squinting his eyes. “Don’t make it about yourself, Max.”

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The sun is warm against your skin, pages with messy handwriting staring back at you as you read over some notes before class.

Max sits opposite you, eyes on her phone. You can tell she’s invested, looking as if she’s deep in thought. Her lips twists to the side, and thats the first indication that something is bothering her.

The second indication you get is the way she taps her finger against the table. Rapid and steady. She taps them in intervals of three, then stops, taps once, stops again and repeats it all over.

The third and final indication was the way she’s slow in replying to you. You gently attempt to make conversation with her, notebook closed and attention on your girlfriend. Yet Max is looking around you instead of at you, which is rare for her, since she loves to make eye contact with you. She claims it’s because your eyes are so beautiful, how can she ever look away?

So, you tap on her hand, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Hey, are you okay?” you question, eyebrows furrowed together and a frown on your lips.

Max nods almost immediately. It’s quick, too quick. She pulls her hand away and sets it in her lap. You watch her do so as a part of you cracks a little inside you, weirdly confused at her sudden lack of physical touch.

“All good,” she responds. Her eyes never meet yours, and though she smiles, it’s unconvincing.

“Come on, darling. You forget I can tell when you’re lying.” you chuckle smoothly, trying to lighten the mood.

For a moment, Max considers telling you all her problems, all of her worries. She considers letting herself lean on you—emotionally, mentally. You’re staring at her with these soft, concerned eyes. It hurts her when she opens her mouth, only for no sound to come out.

Don’t be dramatic.

The words fly around in her mind, unwanted and unpleasant. It stings her heart when the words repeat themselves, echoing in her head. It’s silent chaos in her mind; her heart and brain at war with themselves.

Don’t make it about yourself.

The words of Marcus come back to her so quickly she almost believes it—almost. And then, as the silence stretches further, and you’re still waiting with those damn caring eyes, her mind running with possible answers, Marcus’ words become less of an opinion and more of the truth.

“Alright, fine. You caught me.” Max swallows down her feelings. She can keep her troubles to herself, focus on other things. “I’m just stressed about a Chemistry test later this week.”

You eye her for a moment, not believing her. You can clearly telling something is wrong, but you don’t pry, don’t press for more. Max would come to you—eventually, when she’s ready. So, you take in her reply as the truth and offer her shrug.

“Oh? That’s understandable.” you give her a tiny ghost of a smile. “Hey, if you want, I can help you study for it later.”

She blinks.

Here you are, sitting opposite Max, offering her your kind heart and sweet words. Staring at her with your gentle gaze and loving eyes. Soothing voice trying to coax the woes out of her. Be a shoulder for her to cry on.

Her heart clutches in her chest—not from the pain of ANG icing her out, not from watching her brother soundlessly destroy himself, but rather from the love she holds for you, and the guilt that eats away at her.

Still, she swallows that lump in her throat again and slowly beams at you, grateful.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Max places her hand over yours, and rubs the back of it. Shyly, and with very obvious hesitation, you lean over the table, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“You sure you’re alright?” you ask one final time. It’s not to pressure her, but rather to give her the chance and the space to open up.

Those thoughts return. And Max, against her better judgment, lets them overpower her.

“Yeah, perfect.”

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It isn’t long before you notice a change in the dynamic. Days go by, you see it in the way they treat Max with blank stares and icy words.

From afar, you’re standing in the hallway talking to some boy—Josh, you think—from your History class about an upcoming assignment, but your attention isn’t on him. Instead, you’re watching with careful eyes as three out of four MANG members sit together by their resident spot. Abby sits on one of the single couch chairs, Ginny in the other. Max is seated on the floor, legs crossed over one another and leaning back against her arms, palms placed on the ground.

They’re talking, but you can tell it’s meaningless conversation in the way Max comments here and there. She’s oddly silent for some reason, her usual outgoing behavior nowhere in sight.

Norah walks over, plops herself next to Abby. They squeeze in together on the single seater, squished but comfortable. She falls into their conversation easily.

You continue watching as Abby leads the conversation, her hands moving in all directions. A couple more minutes go by, and you assume she’s cracked a joke based on Ginny’s laughter and Norah swatting her against the arm.

But Max?

She only manages a tiny smile.

It’s so unlike her to be this reserved, this antisocial. You’re starting to feel worried about her, it settles deep in your bones, and pulls you further away from the conversation.

“Hello, earth to Y/N?” Josh waves a hand in front of your eyes, distracting you.

You blink back at him, gaze now looking up. “I’m sorry, uh, what were you saying?”

He tilts his head in fake disappointment, tutting at you and ruffles the top of your head. You scowl, hastily fixing the mess he’d made.

“Never mind, we’ll talk again in class.” Josh bids you a goodbye and you wave in return, “See you.”

Once he walks away, your focus is now fully on Max. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, a somewhat saddened look on her face, and it pushes you into protective mode. With wary steps, you stride over to them.

“Hey.” you greet, shooting each of them a smile.

You weren’t really friends with Abby, or Ginny, or Norah. Mostly, you hung around them from time to time to be around Max, but you still treat them with politeness, acknowledging their presence.

“What’s up, silly strings?” Abby nods at you. Her tone is teasing, using that godawful nickname from last year when you’d gotten in a play fight with her, spraying each other with silly string cans.

You roll your eyes at her, mumbling at insult back. Abby sticks her tongue out at you as some form of a response. Norah asks you a question that you only half heard, staring down at Max. You didn’t plan to stick around long enough for any conversation to happen.

There’s a beat of awkward silence, Norah’s question going unanswered. Your hand twitches at your side from the anxiety of this social interaction.

You lick your bottom lip, eyes still on your girlfriend. “Walk me to my next class?”

Max’s eyes shoot up. They dart around for a bit, looking at each of her friends. Some weird, silent conversation they’re having, most probably. She musters up a grin, but it doesn’t seem all that convincing.

“Of course,” she voices out a moment later. “Anything for my pretty girl.”

A blush coats your cheeks. Abby takes a chance to tease you again, and this time, Ginny tags in. You roll your eyes, huffing to yourself, but you can feel the heat beneath your skin getting worse. Max stands and slings her backpack over her shoulders, telling them to cut it out, but they manage to add in few more jokes before letting up. Her hand fits into yours with ease, fingers intertwining. You give one final look to the group, and walk off together.

“Everything okay?” you look at her with those same worried eyes once you’re far enough away from the girls. “That seemed.. strange.”

“Ah, it’s just a little tension. Ginny has her moms’ trial and Norah’s.. going through some stuff. And Abby, well, you know how she is.”

It’s a weak attempt at covering up what’s really going on, a poor excuse to keep you in the dark. You believe it, for now, nodding slowly and telling Max about a new video game you started playing recently. She listens, offers you some kind of response here and there, but truthfully, whatever you’re saying goes in one ear and out the other. Her mind is too unfocused, too distracted.

When she drops you off at class, giving you a small peck on the lips and turns away, you fail to notice the way she twists her lips to the side, that somber feeling weighing on her chest once again.

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There’s a knock on the door of the Baker house.

You step back, curled hand dropping to your side while the other holds a mini bouquet of Max’s favorite flowers. You’re greeted with the sight of Ellen, who flashes you a warm smile and opens the door wider, stepping aside to let you in.

“Y/N,” she frowns at you. “What are you doing here? It’s late, honey.” Ellen’s concerned eyes meet your gaze once she closes the door.

“Came by for Max,” you tell her with a smile, holding up the flowers. “We were supposed to meet up at Blue Farm.”

Ellen nods in understanding and gestures upstairs. “She’s up in her room.”

You thank her and make your way towards the stairs, waving at Mr. Baker as he passes you by. The walk towards Max’s bedroom is short, your footsteps creaking under the floorboards. You notice both her and Marcus’ doors are closed, chuckling to yourself at the way they seemed more alike than they thought.

Gently, you twist open the handle of her door and push it open. Max is laying on her bed, back facing you, but she grumbles something about wanting to be left alone, assuming it’s her Mom coming into her room.

You step inside, slow and steady. The door shuts behind you and that’s when Max finally looks in your direction. She’s frowning, confused as to why you’re here, but a second later, her eyes drop down to the flowers in your hand and she gasps out loud, covering her mouth with her hand. Apologies fall from her lips in a rapid stream, coming over to you and wrapping her arms around you.

“It’s alright,” you mumble, reciprocating the hug. You’re really not that mad that she’d forgotten about Blue Farm—you’re more worried about how she’s feeling, and what she’s been hiding from you these past few weeks.

“It’s not!” She proclaims, leaning away from you and dropping her head. “I’m so sorry, baby. Ugh, you must be so upset with me.”

You shake your head. “Hey, no. Don’t think like that. I could never be mad at you, my love.”

Your free hand caresses her face, thumb rubbing over her cheekbone. Max protests at your words, but when she looks at you and still sees that same loving gaze, she sighs loudly and buries her head in the junction between your neck and shoulder, muttering incoherent words under her breath.

You can tell she’s feeling highly emotional, so you guide her back to her bed, placing the bouquet on her nightstand and shuffle onto the bed. Max falls into your arms in an instant, clinging onto you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go.

You place a kiss on the crown of her head, rubbing a hand up and down her back and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

It takes a while for her to calm down, and when she does, comforting words leave your mouth. They’re loud with affection, knocking those insecure thoughts out her mind.

“I know you haven’t been feeling well for a couple weeks now. It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me anything. But I want you to know it’s okay not to be okay, Max.”

And then, the damn breaks.

Max’s eyes fill with unshed tears. Your words are like an anchor that’s grounding her, keeping her in place. She lets out a deep breath, pouring all her thoughts and feelings she’s kept hidden. You don’t interrupt, listening closely as she lets everything out—ANG icing her out, her growing worry for Marcus, the sadness she’s been feeling every day, the weight of having to be fine for the sake of her brother. All of it comes tumbling out in choked gasps and a shaky voice.

The anger you feel at ANG for how they’ve been treating Max lights a fire in your chest, but what comes next’s knocks the air out of you.

“I didn’t say anything because.. I didn’t want to be dramatic. I didn’t want to make it about me, it’s what everyone says. And you have your own problems, you shouldn’t have to deal with mine too.” She confesses, and hiccups from all the crying she’d been doing.

You sit up, facing her. Your stare is hard, but there’s a softness lying underneath. “Max, baby, don’t ever think I wouldn’t deal with your problems—small or big. You’re important to me, and you shouldn’t have to hide your feelings just because you think you’re being dramatic.”

Max sniffles. You cup her cheek and wipe away a few stray tears. “It’s not true, don’t believe what others tell you. Your feelings are valid, and you’re allowed to be angry, to be hurt. But please don’t hide them from me. I’m here for you just as much as you are for me.”

She lets out another ragged gasp, clutching onto you. You let her cry into your chest, not caring that she wets your t-shirt. You simply hold her, keeping her up as her walls crumple around her.

The minutes pass by, her cries now at bay.

“I love you.” She whispers it ever so delicately, and your heart stutters in your chest.

“I love you, too.” you repeat the words like a prayer. It’s raw, tender. The vulnerability in your voice lets Max know you mean it. “Now, c’mon, let me see that gorgeous smile.”

Max lifts her head off your chest, and musters up a smile as best as she can. It’s feint, not entirely there. It isn’t like her usual flashy smiles that make your body feel a rush of excitement. Your lips straighten in a thin line at her weak attempt, and after a moment of thought, with a devious look in your eyes, you place a kiss on her nose, featherlight. Then her cheeks, her forehead, the corner of her mouth. All over and around her face.

Max’s giggles hang in the air, shoving you away from her. “Okay, okay! Stop!”

“There’s that smile I love.”

She rolls her eyes in exaggeration. Her lips fall ever so slightly, and all thats left is a warm grin gracing her features. She leans up, softly capturing her lips in yours. You kiss her back eagerly, having missed these quiet moments of love.

When the need for air becomes too much, Max leans her forehead against yours. Her breathing is slightly heavy, but her eyes sparkle like normal and her cheeks feel warm.

For a short second, you’re looking into her eyes.

They shimmer with happiness, like stars in the sky. They’re bright and colorful, holding so much affection for you in them. You take a moment to breathe before tackling her down and attacking her face with kisses all over again. Max somehow manages to overpower you, laying you on your back as she snuggles into your side. She thinks she’s finally won, but you turn to lay on your side and kiss all over her face for the third time. Hands at her side, enveloping her. Holding her close.

At first, their light and hold so much gentleness. But the longer you go on, the more sloppy and wet they become, smacking your lips against her skin with the fattest smooth you can conjure up. You alternate between sloppy kisses and quick pecks, and another over exaggerated kiss before falling onto her pillow, cheekily smiling at her.

She huffs, throwing some out of pocket insult at you, and before you can respond, she shuts you up with a kiss of her own.

For the rest of the night, Max cuddles against you, tucked away in the safety of your arms. She lets her head rest in the crook of your neck, fingers trailing over your collarbone as her breath tickles your skin. You smile down at her, and pull her closer to you, tightening your grasp.

[3rizu]

A/N: Started rewatching G&G so I thought of writing for them I’m also thinking if I should make DEXTER stuff

Marcus who loves laying in bed with you regardless if you both are talking or not, your presence tends to soothe him and make him feel better

Hunter who loves planning study dates with you, it doesn’t matter the subject since he’s practically good at them all nor does he mind helping you

Press who always makes you sit next to him he’ll either have your legs over his lap or he’ll tell you to sit on his lap since he quite likes your weight on top of him

Brodie who likes spending time with you in his basement since his parents won’t bother you two usually when his friends aren’t using it for band practice or a hangout place

Maxine who loves having you around especially since you are able to help her practice her lines for an audition or help her with some assignment Gitten gave her

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Joe whom loves when you come to Blue Farm usually it’s to talk to him a bit over some wine but sometimes you come to Blue Farm for lunch or for some coffee

Zion who genuinely cares and loves you, he especially loves that you’re good with kids since he has Ginny he was determined to propose after he got to know you he did of course tell Ginny

[ssbptigers]

Hey, can i request some of the horror characters react to a massive black shadow demon thing that can take any form of anything but mostly stays in a puppet form that is a human, the only thing is their eyes are a different colour so they wear sun glasses when out and about, but they hide what they are really well they seem so human? (I dont care who you add but can you please add max to this? pls i want a demon being soft and gentle with her, that would be so cute!)

Character's from horror reacting to a demon gn! reader.

Character's included in is (In order): Chucky/Charles, Maxine coleman, and Freddy kruger.

Requests: Are open!

Authour notes: This was fun to write, i did this as when you first met them. The one with max is after kate kills esther which is why i made kate distrusting with max hanging around adults because of what happened. I'm sorry if their ooc.

Word count: 588

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of murder. (i think thats it, tell me if i missed anything.)

Chucky/Charles.

When Chucky first saw you, he knew something was wrong with you. He just didnt know what.

He was sitting in alleyway by the bins as people passed by but than he saw you.

'You wore sunglasses on a cloudy day? What the hell is wrong with you? You blind or something?'

His suspicions were confirmed when you stopped walking than walked into the alley than looked down at him and spoke to him.

'I can hear you're heartbeat. You're a human in a doll's body.'

Chucky was simply glaring up at you, not trusting you one bit but also a bit unsettled.

'How the fuck can you tell? What the fuck are you? an ailen?'

When he saw you take off your sunglasses, than he noticed the fact you're eye's were fully black with a yellow pupli's.

'I think the word would be demon or entity.'

'Yeah, i guess entity explains it'

Maxine "Max" Coleman.

Max was playing in the park, being careful to not slip in the snow.

She was running around and accidently ran into someone, she turned around and looked up at the person.

You.

She signed to you, not thinking you probably didnt understand sign language.

'Sorry.'

She signned, it took you a second or two for you to understand it, once you did, you signed back to her.

'It's alright.'

You than crouched down to be at Max's eye level, you smiled at her, she was much cuter than any human child that you have seen.

'What's your name?'

'I'm Maxine.'

She was so happy you knew how to sign, she was happy she met someone other than he family that knew how to sign.

You two signned for a while before Max's mother, kate came over and quickly grabbed her hand gently and pulled her away from you.

You stood up as Kate grabbed max's hand.

'Sorry, i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable for talking with you're child.'

Max tried signning to her mother saying you were good, but kate didnt trust you.

Kate walked away from you with Max.

Max looked back at you and waved bye as she was dragged away by her mother.

Luckliy she didnt notice you're eyes, it wouldnt been bad.

'She was such a sweet and cute but naive child.'

You thought.

Freddy Kruger.

Freddy did notice you walking around when he was still alive, he didn't think too much about it.

But after he died, he couldn't find your dreams.

Like at all.

It confused him to no end but he was also frustrated that he couldn't get in you're dreams.

That was untill one day, he ended up in a weird place.

It looked like the living world, but it also didn't.

There were distant screaming from all sort of people.

Men, women, children.

It didn't scare him but it didn't make him feel at ease at all.

'Where the hell am i?'

He thought to himself as he looked around, than he noticed you.

Staring at him with your arm's crossed.

'You...?'

Freddy stares at you, he was ready to attack you but something stopped him, like he couldn't move.

'Mhm, Don't think i wouldn't pick up on your habit with killing kid's in their sleep, interesting way of killing if you asked me.'

You took off your sunglasses off and threw them somewhere.

Your eyes black with yellow puplis, you weren't human.

'That explain's it, you don't sleep, do you?'

'No, i don't need to. But i'm sure you understand that now. Don't you, freddy?'

[zombiigrll]

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IMMUNE? ⋆｡°✩ carl grimes x immune!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 2.1K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ hurt to comfort?, use of y/n, blood, zombie apocalypse stuff ofc, post-terminus era, references/slight spoilers to twd 5x2 ?? petname (angel - which also did we all collectively agree that carl would call his s/o angel? i see everyone use it i have before too its so cute .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ you get bit, but nothing happens. ꩜ .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ hey guys... its been a minute... (45 days COUGH COUGH) i am so sorry i have been SO BUSY and i didnt even realize i had this fic almost completely finished in my drafts so i decided why not finally finish it!! (which is also why the ending might be a bit weak because i also have no written anything for 45 days LMAO) my favorite thing about the whole science behind zombisim is all the theories of if you could or couldn't become immune so i wanted to write a little fic because i love... zombie science.. nerd alert!!! ☝️🤓 <- me but also whats a carl grimes/zombie fanfic writer without writing at least one immunity fic!! hope u guys enjoy!!

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everyone knew you were clumsy. you'd always have to be with someone, no matter what. that's how much people worried about you.

there had been plenty of times where you had been close to getting bit, and if you were alone, you would've been bit.

but now, you and your group were back on the road after the prison had fell. you all met up at a terrible place called terminus, and almost died if carol wouldn't have shown up. it was dangerous, and terrifying. but you had carl on your side, as always. he was the person who had saved you so many times. he was like your personal bodyguard.

you guys had eventually ended up at a church with a priest named gabriel. you felt uneasy being there. gabriel seemed, well, unstable. rick saw it too, telling carl to keep his guard up.

but after a while, everyone was inside the church, laughing and having fun.

you spot bob walking outside, which catches your attention instantly. no one else really seemed to notice, so you turned over to carl.

"i'm gonna go outside."

"do you want me to go with?" he asks, immediately sitting up.

"no, it's fine. i think i saw bob go out there. i wanna go check on him." you smile at him, standing up and walking over to where you saw bob go.

but when you stepped out, he was nowhere to be found.

"bob?" you called out, walking forward a bit more as you looked around for him. "where'd you go?"

you walked a bit further, leaning your arm on a tree as you looked past further into the distance, searching for any sight of bob.

but, to your luck, you were snuck up on. you heard a growl to your side, where your arm was leaning, and then a pain shot through your forearm.

you let out a loud shriek as you fumbled for your knife, stabbing the walker who was still attached to your arm in the head. you kicked him off, breathing heavily.

you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest.

you glanced down at the walker who was now laying dead on the ground, gripping tightly on your knife as you processed what had just happened. you lifted up your pained, bleeding arm.

"no... no, oh, my god." you dropped your knife and began wiping away the blood that was profusely leaking out of your fresh bite wound. "shit..."

you stared at your arm for a moment, attempting to catch your breath while watching your own blood drip onto the floor beneath you.

the doors to the church busted open, snapping you out of your daze. carl, rick, and michonne stood at the door, staring at you.

carl stepped a bit closer. "what happened? are you okay-" he stopped as he spotted your arm. his face fell flat and his eyes widened.

"it snuck up on me.." you quietly and breathlessly responded, tears falling from your agonized face. "i was looking for bob."

rick runs up to you as he realizes you had been bit. he grabs your arm, his face a bit panicked as he starts speaking. "we have to cut it off."

"no!" you tugged your arm away from his grip, holding your arm from him. "we don't have the stuff for that!"

"stop yelling." rick sternly ordered, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. "let's go inside. i'm sure gabriel has the stuff for it."

you anxiously nodded, stepping toward the church with carl by your side.

"i'll get gabriel." michonne said, walking towards his office. "find somewhere for her to sit."

you take a seat in one of the rows, still holding your arm tightly.

"what the hell happened?" glenn asks, quickly walking over to the three of you with maggie by his side.

"she got bit." rick runs a hand through his hair. you look to your side and spot carl, just staring blankly, his expression the same as when he first saw your bite just moments before. he was speechless, and afraid.

you held your arm tighter as the pain increased, blood seeping through in between your fingers as you clenched your jaw. your breathing was progressively getting more and more ragged and uneven the more you panicked.

"i don't want you to cut my arm off.." you protested, your voice high pitched and wobbly. you closed your eyes tightly, a few tears falling from your eyes.

"we have to." rick shook his head. "otherwise you'll become one of them."

"i don't care." you sobbed, gripping tighter and tighter onto your arm. "i can't do it. i probably wouldn't survive either way, we don't have proper stuff for it." you could tell it was difficult for them to understand what you were saying through your sobs. "i just want to wait it out."

rick eyes widen, along with everyone else who were crowded around you.

carl finally steps closer, grabbing your other hand tightly. you could spot tears falling from his eyes. "please, y/n. i'll be with you, it'll be okay. please i.. i can't lose you."

you looked up at him through your lashes, pressing your lips together. "i can't, carl. i can't."

...

they had moved you to one of the rooms in the church that had something you could lay on. they tied your wrist to a pole and stood in the room with you.

you could barely keep track of what was happening. you genuinely felt fine, besides the side effects from losing blood.

"can you wrap my arm up..?" you requested. the tickling feeling of your blood dripping down your arm becoming too much, and you also wanted to test if that was what was making you feel sick.

being immune wasn't even a thought in your head yet. but you were just creeped out about not having any of the same side effects that anybody else had when they'd gotten bit. you were sweating, but you weren't feverish, that's just how the weather always was.

"yes, of course." glenn grabbed a thing of gauze out of his bag, going up to you and carefully but tightly wrapping it around the bite. he also grabbed a nearby rag to wipe the access blood that had been dripping off of your arm.

"...thanks." you sighed, looking away from everyone.

they were all just staring, waiting for something to happen. but nothing was. the awkward silence and suspense was killing you. you saw the sun starting to come up through the window, which means it had been quite a few hours since you had gotten bit.

you've seen people last a day, maybe the tiniest bit over a day, but you noticed that they always had obvious symptoms by now. and you still didn't.

you blew a raspberry, looking around the room. ".. i don't feel anything."

"what?" carl squinted in confusion, his voice still a bit brittle from crying. "like, you're numb?"

"no, like.. i don't feel any symptoms of turning." you laughed at how idiotic your sentence probably sounded to everyone.

"so, you're saying you're immune?" carls voice changed from being upset to just pure confusion.

"i don't know." you shrugged, tapping your foot on the hardwood floors. "i seriously don't know what's going on. the only time i felt sick was when it first happened and i saw my blood dripping. i feel fine right now, a little lightheaded, but i think thats from the bloodloss."

"look, theres no such thing as being 'immune.'" rick shook his head at your statement. "it might just be.. taking a while to settle in."

"dad, can you have a little faith?" carl turned to rick, glaring slightly at him before turning back at you. "i believe you."

everyone else seemed really skeptical about what was happening, exchanging confused looks with one another.

"we'll keep her in here for a little while, alright? if she still doesn't feel anything by tonight, then we'll untie her." rick sighed, looking down at you. you had been with everyone since the start, being there when carl reunited with rick and everything, so you could sense everyones panic when they first saw you get bit. and now, you could sense their pure confusion. people in our group have gotten bit before, but they'd show signs almost immediately.

"i can stay with her if you guys want to leave." carl said, sitting down right next to you. "i'll let you know if anything happens."

everyone agreed and left the room.

you laughed to yourself, looking over at the door.

"are you okay?" carl asks, looking at you anxiously.

"i'm fine." you turned your head over to look at him. "this is just so fucking weird. and we don't even know where bob went. i'm so confused right now. nothing is making sense." you let out another light laugh, shaking your head in honestly disbelief.

"maybe you're the chosen one." carl laughs, smiling at you. "i really hope you're being honest. i.. i don't think i can handle losing you."

you look at him with a lopsided smile, happy to hear how much he cared. "i wouldn't lie to you about this. i genuinely don't feel sick at all. i mean, i feel gross, but not in a 'i'm dying' way. more in a 'i just got my arm bitten into' way." you tried to make light of the situation, despite being terrified. carls expression stayed a bit worried. "..sorry, not funny. i don't want to lose you either carl. you're the best thing to ever happen to me, you know?"

his concern turned into a smile at your words. he leaned forward and hugged you tightly. all you could do was put your hand on his back, due to your other hand being tied up still.

"i love you." he mumbles into your shoulder.

you laugh, leaning your head on top of his. "i love you too."

...

a while passed, yet you still felt perfectly fine. your arm felt odd though, of course. you had been bitten into after all.

carl stayed by your side, telling you stories and just conversing with you to keep your mind and his off of the whole situation while everyone was out searching for bob.

you moved your arm up to your tied up one, itching at your tight bandages. “i want these off…” you dramatically complained.

“we should probably check on your arm anyways. even if you feel fine, there could still be something messed up with your arm.” carl says as he rotates his body towards your arm, carefully untying your arm looking at you for permission.

you nod, and he proceeds to take the bandage off. the teeth marks had dark bruises and dried blood around them, and your veins were darker and more apparent around the bite. it looked unreal.

you quickly looked away from the wound, shuddering. “holy shit.” you closed your eyes tightly.

you could hear carl stumble over his words as he tried to figure out what to say. “i… it… is it supposed to- um.. look like that?” he let out a nervous laugh, moving his hand to comfort yours.

you returned the nervous laugh, looking back at the bite momentarily. "i don't- i don't think so?"

your body was violently shaking, unsure what to do or what was going on. would you still need to cut your arm off? or would it still be fine, despite looking like that? you knew that you'd have to hide your arm for.. well, ever, if you decided not to cut your arm off. it could cause so many different issues if people outside of your group found out.

carl proceeded to grab anything he could find to clean your wound, as well as new bandages. you two sat in silence as he carefully cleaned your arm, the only sound being your light winces of pain as he applied the antibacterial ointment he luckily found.

he wrapped your arm back up and planted a quick, soft kiss onto your bandaged wound, looking back up at your flustered face with a smile afterward.

your face was hot, and you quickly averted your eyes away from his out of embarrassment.

he put his hand on your cheek and kissed your forehead, then pulled you into a hug right after. "i'm so glad you're okay."

you were shocked, but let out a flustered giggle before returning the hug. "thank you.." your smile kept growing and growing. then, the words "i love you." finally left your mouth.

he broke the hug and looked at you shocked, but then his big smile came back. "i love you, too, angel."

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[queenie-the-court-jester]

you'll be back.

Yandere rockstar x reader

A/n: this was very rushed so I'll fix it later, but please enjoy! 🌺

Tw: dub con turns to non con, breeding kink, obsessive behavior, yandere ex boyfriend, very minor angst

🎸you hated him. Hated his guts, his handsome looks, the way he'd wrap his arm around your waist as if you were still dating. His spotless dark skin you were so envious of, that dumb charismatic smile. You hated it. Why did he do this to you? Always running back and begging you to let him stay for a while. And you'd let him. Why? You didn't know

🔥 Maxine knew. It's because you still loved him. He knew you did. Why else would you let him climb into your bed and hold you close? Why else would you let him kiss your lips? Why else would you let him undress you slowly with so much love

🎸he was a mess for you, no matter how many fans he had, they could never replace you. All the girls he slept with after your breakup? None of them compared. He loved you more than his love for the life he had. But if he did, why did he pick it over you?

🔥 highschool sweethearts, well, up until you both graduated and he started a band. They were small, but slowly grew in the following year. Having multiple companies reach out in hopes of striking a record deal. Soon, nightly Melodies came to be.

🎸you forgot his bandmates names, they weren't really important to you since they didn't bother trying to know their leaders lover. Good riddance you say. You never liked how that drummer kept staring at him.. not to mention his fans were psychopaths. Harassing you online and sometimes even in real life. He didn't even care after you'd complain about it

🔥you were eachother's first time, first everything. So ofcourse it hurt when you finally confronted him after he skipped your date night for the 10th time that month. He never had time for you anymore, brushing you off in favor of hanging out with his "friends"

"just calm down babe geez.. it's not that big of a deal.."

"not that big huh? Well then, if you care so little about actually being a good boyfriend, consider yourself single."

🎸you left him to stare at you in shock as you packed your bags, he tried stopping you. Begging you to stay, blocking the door, standing behind your car as you tried driving away. He promised he could change. But you knew otherwise. You were done

🔥months later, he stalks your socials and keeps sending you gifts. All until you start to crumble and let him in slowly. He knew you wouldn't last long. His reputation and band be damned. All he wanted was you.

🔞you could only stare at him, unsure as he kissed the valley between your breasts and trailed lower, hands rubbing up and down your sides. You could feel his dick press against your leg, your clothing scattered all over the bedroom floor

"there there pretty baby.. let me take care of you hm? Such a good girl.. want me to fuck this pretty pussy as a reward? Hm?"

��he slowly pushes the tip inside after teasing you relentlessly for what seemed like hours. Letting out Little groans as he slipped in inch by inch. Praising you for taking him so well, cutting himself off and letting out a lewd gasp after he felt you squeeze him

🔞 he starts off slow and steady, he doesn't last long as he's practically fucking you into the bed. Crying out tears of euphoria at the feeling of you sucking him in deeper, the tip bullying your cervix

"f-uuuckkk pretty ma', hah.. I don't think I can last long- a-ah!"

🔞he refuses to stop after cumming inside you once. Babbling something about knocking you up and filling you up with his children. Gathering some sense of clarity you tried begging him to stop, but he clamped a hand over your mouth. Pinning you down and angling your hips higher. Blue eyes staring down at you with manic glee

🔞drool drips down his chest as he pants and groans, he only stops until he's fully drained and each touch of his skin makes his hips spasm. Pulling you flush against him he practically purrs, nuzzling his face into your chest. You couldn't help but wince at the cold feeling of his lip piercings rub against your bare skin. Tiredly reaching a hand up to play with his dark curly hair

🔞you better hope the test comes back positive, because if it doesn't he'll just keep going every night until you're swollen with his child. This may dampen his image a bit but he couldn't care less. Staring fondly at your tummy and the ring on your finger. He was holding your hand as you both Walked into an important event, He couldn't wait to introduce you to everyone as his wife!

[leighbaye]

THE BOY WHO WOULDN’T SAY HI

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , mike wheeler 𝔁 f! reader | wc 800

synopsis. y/n finally tells lucas about her crush on mike wheeler. lucas — shocked, thrilled, and determined to fix his best friend’s life — delivers the news to mike, who … panics. now mike’s dodging y/n like his life depends on it. confused and hurt, y/n tries to let go. but lucas, max, and dustin have other plans

labels. hellfire mike x cheerleader reader, loser boy + popular girl troupe, soft feminine reader, shy reader, happy go lucky reader.

warnings. light angst, mutual pining, miscommunication, brief emotional hurt/comfort.

you weren’t supposed to like mike wheeler.

not because he wasn’t likable — god no, he was too likable. too kind. too smart. too thoughtful in the ways only someone as soft and awkward as him could be.

but you? you were the bubbly cheerleader who shared her water with her cheerleader friends who forgot theirs and had a locker full of pink gel pens and birthday cake lip balm. you weren’t supposed to fall for the tall, lanky boy who wore fingerless gloves in june and talked about dungeons & dragons like it was a religion.

and yet.

you did.

so one day — just after sixth period, still in your cheer uniform, hands clutching the strap of your backpack like it was keeping you alive — you told lucas.

❝you like mike?❞ he blinked, mouth full of peanut butter reese’s.

you nodded, cheeks burning. ❝i think i have for a while.❞

his reaction was a combination of a cough, a squeak, and a half-choked yell.

❝lucas, oh my god—❞

❝no, no, this is great! this is—this changes everything!❞

and you laughed, nervous and sweet, because lucas made it easy to say things you couldn’t say to anyone else.

mike stared at the floor like it had personally insulted him.

❝she—she said that?❞

lucas nodded. ❝y/n. the y/n you refuse to look at even though you clearly like her back.❞

❝i don’t—❞

lucas clicked his tongue.

❝okay maybe i do but it doesn’t matter because she’s like—she’s her. and i’m me. and she probably only said that to be nice or something.❞

❝that’s not how crushes work, dude.❞

❝but what if i mess it up?❞ mike groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. ❝what if i say something stupid and she realizes she made a mistake and regrets everything and never speaks to me again?❞

❝so your plan is to… not speak to her? ever?❞

mike didn’t answer.

lucas sighed.

you noticed.

how he turned corners when you walked toward him.

how he laughed with dustin until you entered the room and then suddenly went silent.

how he looked anywhere but at you — like your face was a solar eclipse, and he didn’t want to burn out.

and it hurt. not in the dramatic heartbreak way. more like a quiet ache in your chest that you kept trying to brush off.

maybe you’d read it wrong.

maybe it was just a nice conversation with lucas. a temporary rush of courage and hope.

maybe mike didn’t like you back after all.

you sat on the steps outside the gym after practice, your hair still tied in a half-hearted ponytail, your water bottle resting beside you. you watched the sky turn pink.

then max plopped down beside you.

❝he’s a dumbass.❞

❝…huh?❞

❝mike.❞ she glanced at you. ❝i overheard lucas and dustin talking. he thinks you’re too good for him, so he’s been avoiding you to protect his fragile ego or whatever.❞

you blinked. ❝so he does like me?❞

❝oh my god. yes. obviously. you should hear the way he talks about you when you’re not around.❞

❝then why—❞

❝because he’s mike. and mike is, like, i don’t know he’s just mike.❞

later that night, you opened your locker to find a note folded into a triangle. written in messy blue pen:

meet me at the bleachers. please. - mike

you debated it.

for five seconds.

ultimately you obliged.

he was pacing when you got there.

his eyes went wide when he saw you. ❝hi.❞

you smiled, small but real. ❝hi.❞

then silence.

❝i’m sorry,❞ he blurted.

you knew why he was apologizing but you proceeded without thinking.

you tilted your head. ❝for what?❞

❝for being… a total idiot. and avoiding you. and not saying anything. and making you think i didn’t like you back—❞

❝mike—❞

❝—and not telling you sooner that i’ve liked you since, like, forever.❞

you blinked. ❝you have?❞

he nodded, hands flailing. ❝yes. i just—i didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way. and then lucas told me and i freaked out and then i just—❞

you stepped closer. ❝you hurt my feelings.❞

❝you are aware of that, right?❞

he froze. ❝i know. and i hate that. i didn’t mean to, i swear. i was just scared.❞

you smiled, sad and soft. ❝me too.❞

he looked at you.

❝do you forgive me?❞ he asked, quiet.

you reached out, your pinky brushing his. ❝if you promise to say hi next time.❞

he grinned, sheepish. ❝hi.❞

you laughed, and suddenly his hand was in yours.

and just like that, the ache in your chest faded.

© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025

[love44lew]

“a grown man can be your baby-“

max:

[comet-forgot-you]

onlyfans girl max asking r to be in one of her videos pls pls 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

yes actually. i see roommate!max too sooo

smut. 18+ pls.

“cmon, you dont have to show your face, i just need you to record your pov while you fuck me.” max had been spending the past few minutes trying to convince you to help her with a video

“why not ask any of your friends? why are you asking me?” max pauses for a moment, a faint blush creeping on her cheeks before she responds.

“our walls are paper thin, i can hear how good you fuck.”

“i thought it was for money, not pleasure.”

“but if i can get both, then i want both.”

thats all the convincing it took for you, and a few days later, you find yourself holding max’s camera with one hand, the other teasing her body. your fingers tweak at her nipples, your eyes are locked on the screen, making sure that max’s every reaction is caught.

max’s hands are restrained above her head, her hips bucking up against nothing as you roll her nipple between your fingers. “f-fuck,” she pushes out, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth. your hands trail further down her body until you reach her cunt. you move the camera down slightly, spreading her folds apart. max whines. she was used to showing off her pussy to the camera, but something about the way you did it, the way you took your time, it drove her insane and she clenched around nothing.

you shift the camera back up until her frame was in view. you swipe your fingers through her folds, collecting her wetness, circling her clit, before bringing them up to max’s lips. “open,” and she does. she takes your fingers into her mouth, eyes closing as she does so. fuck, she was hot.

you pull your fingers from her mouth before stuffing them in her cunt. max moans out at the feeling, hips bucking up against you. you took your time, fucking into her slowly, curling your fingers, working her up until she was a whiny mess, begging you to let her cum, and then stopping, leaving her on the edge of an orgasm.

“nono, please. i was so close, please dont stop.” heat builds in the pit of your stomach at her pleas.

“cmon, cant have you cummimg already, i havent even fucked you properly.” you set the camera down on max’s stomach, peeling the remainder of your clothing off, strap nudging at her entrance by the time you’re finished.

you pick the camera back up, bringing the silicon into view. you push inside of her slowly, the familiar stretch causing the girl to let out drawn out moans. “fuck,” she curses under her breath, hands tugging at their restraints. you pay no mind to it, fucking into the girl at a brutally slow pace. “faster, fuck, please.” you listen, picking your pace up.

max bites down on her lip, suppressing her moans. you tug her lip from between its confines, tsking at her. “no, im sure your audience wants to hear how good i fuck you.”

[melswifeasf]

Safest in your arms pt 2

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Pairing: Georgia Miller x Fem!OC

Summary: the first day of class after a long summer is not what Samantha needed. at least she’d have good company at the end of her day.

Warnings: (18+) minors DNI cursing, drug use, age gap relationships.

Notes: the second chapter of my rewrite. lmk if you guys want more!

THREE HOURS LATER Samantha and the five friends were sitting at a table in Blue Farm. They were going to grab lunch on campus but the first-day rush was fully hitting. It wasn't surprising, it was like that every year. Aside from that, Oliver had an internship at the mayor's office so he needed to be in Wellsbury before noon. Samantha and Nia had all of the same classes which meant they were both done for the day and Jade and Matthew did as well. Natalie was the only one who had to drive back after their lunch break.

Oliver was studying Political science, he wanted to climb the ladder to hopefully be governor one day. Matthew was pursuing an accounting degree, he played hockey as well so he mostly focused on that. Jade was also studying accounting but unlike Matthew, she was taking extra classes for a business degree. Samantha and Nia were both working to get an engineering degree so they could get into law school after their senior year. Natalie was majoring in Biology.

High school was nothing compared to college and sometimes it was hard to keep their friendship stable. It was especially tested during their sophomore year when the excitement of being freshmen was over and they were getting settled into what would be the next three years. They had all drifted apart and two of the six friends were attending college in a different state. It wasn't until junior year that Natalie and Jade transferred to Boston and things started to go back to normal. They learned to spend any free time they had together and that day at Blue Farm was an example of that.

Everything was going great, they were all talking like usual when a certain blonde walked in and everyone went quiet. In fact, they didn't do much talking after that but Natalie commented on how obvious they were being so they tried to act as if they were making conversation. They all glanced at the blonde's table as she talked to Paul and even after he left.

"I swear you guys are staring like some kind of stalkers," Natalie said in a hushed tone leaning toward the middle of the table.

"She's hot." Matthew shrugged.

Samantha was trying to be more discreet. She sipped on her coffee and listened to Matthew and Natalie argue back and forth.

The young girl was glancing at the blonde from the corner of her eye every couple of seconds, and that's when she noticed the blonde woman stand from her table and approach them.

Samantha tried to hush them but they weren't listening, up until the woman was standing at their table. "Hello." She said a very strong country accent dripping in her voice that made the young girl feel queasy. She had on a pink dress that highlighted all her curves and pushed her breasts up. Her hair was down and she was holding a bag in one hand. Samantha's mind went blank at the sight.

"Uh hey," Jade said with a slight wave.

The woman looked around the table until her eyes landed on Samantha, "I moved in just across the street from you." She said directing her words at Samantha.

The young girl gulped before nodding, "Yeah." She said dumbly. She was never really the type to be left speechless, in fact, it was always the other way around but somehow with this unnamed woman, she couldn't come up with a single coherent thought.

"Georgia Miller." She smiled with her perfect teeth and held her hand out. They all glanced at each other and then looked at Samantha in anticipation.

The girl smiled, "Samantha Baker but I assume you already know that." She chuckled softly as she shook Georgia's hand.

"Your mom is so kind, she brought cookies over." She said happily.

"Oh, her cookies are to die for," Oliver said making everyone look at him including Georgia. He didn't seem to care that he said his thoughts out loud.

"I can second that." Georgia said, "You guys are in college I assume?" She asked looking around the table again.

"We are," Samantha said quickly, cursing at herself silently for answering so quickly.

"All of you?" The blonde asked.

They all nodded and Oliver spoke, "Boston University. Go terriers." He said holding his fist up making the girls in the group look at him confused while Matthew hid his laugh behind his hand. Oliver didn't seem to understand what he did wrong as he looked at them back with just as much confusion.

Georgia seemed amused by all of them as she nodded, "Okay well I'll be leaving you guys to it," she said, "Have a nice rest of your day." She finished glancing at them all once more. And yet again her eyes landed on Samantha for just a second longer. Soon after the blonde put on her sunglasses and walked out of the restaurant with a slight sway of her hips.

"What the fuck was that?" Samantha asked with furrowed brows.

Oliver shrugged, "What? I was being nice."

"'Go terriers'" Jade mocked making him shoot her a sharp glare.

"Give him a break. She's hot." Matthew said patting his best friend's back.

"Like smoking hot," Nia said breathily.

"How is it you check out girls more than your brother does?" Jade asked.

Nia shrugged with a smirk, "I actually have good taste." She said looking at Natalie who rolled her eyes and lifted her middle finger at her.

"Fuck off."

"My eyes are simply captivated by this beauty right here." Oliver shrugged and pecked his girlfriend's cheek.

"Gross," Samantha said with a slight smile.

If only either of them noticed the look of longing in the girl's eyes.

After Blue Farm Natalie was trying to hype her boyfriend up considering he was nervous about his first day of the internship. Unfortunately, she had to drive back which meant Nia, Samantha, and Matthew were the ones who had to hype him up instead. Jade did not partake in that, she stood back and watched with an amused smile. When it was finally time for him to go, he seemed a lot more relaxed than before. They were all going to hang out at Samantha's house but she first had to pick up Marcus from school since Maxine had skipped after lunch.

They were all outside, Samantha would have to spend the rest of the week cooped up in her room or a library doing homework so she figured she'd enjoy the summer air as much as she could. She was on the hood of her car with Jade beside her whilst the other two were standing to the side.

"There's gonna be a party Friday," Matthew said once he blew the smoke out of his mouth. Ellen didn't have much of a problem with her daughter vaping, of course, she didn't love it but she was twenty and she couldn't really control that part. Although Samantha always made sure to never do it in front of her or make it obvious that she was doing it.

"Which one?" Samantha asked with a small chuckle. There were too many to count, especially on the first week back.

Matthew lifted his leg to softly nudge the girl's leg in response, "Any," he shrugged. "We can make a lap around." He suggested.

"God no." Nia shook her head. "Last time we did that, I got lost." She said referring to the year before. Samantha had no recollection of that if she were honest, she had way too much to drink to remember anything past twelve. The brunette snatched the vape out of Matthews's hand to take a hit.

"I charge for every hit y'know." He says looking at her. Nia rolled her eyes.

"Oh yeah? How's that?"

"I wouldn't mind a kiss." He shrugged innocently making Nia snort out a laugh.

"Hilarious. Really"

Samantha laughed at them along with Jade. The shorter girl had one leg resting on top of Jades with her head on the girl's shoulder. "Natalie knows where the best ones are at. We'll just ask her." Samantha suggested to Matthew who quickly looked away from Nia and at her.

"Maybe I'll see one of Lauren's 'soror sisters'." He said in a feminine tone, very obviously making fun of the way his ex would speak.

"Oliver and Natalie are probably going so count me in. Just please don't let me do shots like last time." Nia said in a desperate tone.

The two girls chuckled at her whilst Matthews's smirk widened. "I can take care of you"

Nia laughed, "Right. Sure. Maybe I'll wake up on the bathroom floor and see you hooking up with some other girl in my room again."

Matthews's smirk twitched, "That was one time and I said I was sorry." He said and even though he was trying to sound playful it was obvious he truly felt bad about it.

Nia chuckled, "Yeah okay"

Jade glanced between them, the tension so strong it was starting to suffocate her so she turned to Samantha, "Are you going?" She asked.

Samantha shrugged, "Maybe. I'll have to finish work early. Joe probably won't care. I'll just need a ride." Ever since she was in high school her mom always had a set of rules placed for her daughter. No drugs and never drive under the influence. She wasn't stupid, she knew her daughter would start drinking once she turned eighteen so instead of telling her not to, she just advised her to be safe. Now that she was twenty-one, there weren't any rules aside from not driving under the influence. It was simply a matter of responsibility.

"I'll drive. Oliver and Natalie will probably ditch me either way." She rolled her eyes. Samantha smiled. She had been ditched by them as well, having to find a ride home from someone she'd rather not think about.

"Cool then yeah I'll go." Samantha nodded.

Matthew cheered softly knowing he wouldn't be having to venture yet another party alone. It wasn't really anyone's fault, he seemed to want to go to one every weekend and they all were busy. Considering his parents were divorced he had the benefit of their guilt on his side so he didn't have to get a job or do anything other than the bare minimum. He even got a black Mustang for his sixteenth birthday and his parents were paying for his tuition. On top of that, they offered to pay for his living situation but when everyone said they would be staying in Wellsbury, he decided he would too. His mom's basement was big enough for him anyway.

Marcus had joined them a little later as he began to clean his bike. Samantha thought it was pointless that he got one, he couldn't ride it for another couple of months and she knew their mom wouldn't be all that in favor of him riding it all that often.

They were talking calmly until a girl with curly brown hair walked out of their house. Marcus stood up from cleaning his bike and said something but Samantha wasn't entirely listening. She wondered who the girl was, though.

She saw the teen get on the bike and put on the helmet, she was slightly confused but then assumed she was just trying to show off to Marcus. She knew her brother could be an asshole and for some reason, girls really loved that. But she was wrong seeing as the teen turned the key to start the bike and soon drove off.

"Shit," Samantha muttered as she stood from her car and saw Marcus tell the teen to stop and come back but it was to no use. Matthew stopped talking to see what she was talking about and by the time he did the curly brunette was back on their driveway. She took off her helmet and got off, her body turned and she grabbed Marcus by the shoulders and leaned in to kiss him.

"Damn," Matthew said amused, all of them now forgetting whatever it was they were talking about as they watched the scene unfold before them. The kiss looked awkward and weird and it made Samantha laugh along with her friends.

Matthew couldn't cover his amusement so he held his fist up to his mouth to try and contain his laughter. Then a car pulled up making Samantha turn to it. Shit.

Padma said something to Marcus and he immediately turned around to walk to the car. Samantha knew all about them hooking up and in her opinion, Padma deserved better than an emotionally unavailable fifteen-year-old. They all watched as Ginny watched them drive off very obviously embarrassed by her previous actions.

"Bold move Maxine's friend," Matthew called out obviously having heard what Marcus had told Padma just seconds before. The brunette blushed pink and began to walk away. She saw her walk toward Georgia's house. Huh. Could she be her daughter? Georgia looked way too young to have a fifteen year old but then again she could've been a teen mom.

Once the brunette was out of sight Matthew began to laugh even louder making Samantha turn and smack his arm. "Stop being an asshole!"

"Hey!" He laughed, "You've got to admit that was funny." He said his laughter still not dying down.

A small smirk formed on Samantha's lips, maybe he was right. Nia and Jade broke into a fit of laughter too and a wave of laughter escaped her lips as much as she tried to fight it. She just hoped that girl wouldn't cause problems in Marcus's life, he had to go through enough shit already.

Once the sun had set everyone except for Jade went home. Samantha was the one who had to take her home and she didn't feel like being without the girl so she told her to stay for dinner instead. Ellen loved that. Jade was always extremely respectful toward her and seemed to be the closest to Samantha aside from Nia.

After dinner Samantha drove her home, they stayed in the car talking for an hour before she finally drove home. The girl did so, even watched a movie with her parents before saying she was going to bed. Of course she wasn't, she just had to wait until it was after one before she could sneak out and smoke. Her mom never really suspected her daughter smoked weed and she'd never been caught, even by her siblings. She made sure to keep her secrets hidden. That was the point of a secret after all.

The raven-haired girl already had a blunt rolled so she climbed down from her window and sat behind her car where no one could see her. She took her lighter out of her pocket and flicked it on. Once it was lit she inhaled deeply, leaving it for a couple of seconds then exhaled. A wave of relief hit her at the feeling. The girl laid her head back against the white car, her arm was on top of her knee whilst the blunt was held with her thumb and pointer finger.

The neighborhood was quiet to no one's surprise, she lived on a rather wealthy side of town so it made sense that there wouldn't be crime or people on the streets. It was almost depressing how boring everything around her was. Only the crickets could be heard and occasionally a vehicle or two would drive by. The only thing accompanying her was the starlit sky and the full moon.

Or so she thought. Her eyes landed on the house across the street. It was normal, just like any other house in the neighborhood. The porch light was on, Georgia's car was parked in the driveway and it seemed quiet. Just like a basic suburban home. But it wasn't just a basic suburban home because this home had a blonde woman sitting on the balcony that was on the side of the house. The woman looked to be drinking a glass of red wine and she was staring at Samantha intently.

It was dark so Samantha couldn't make out what she was wearing but she could feel her eyes on her. She wasn't expecting much so she just sent the blonde a smile, although she wasn't all that sure if she could even see her. It was hard to make out but once she narrowed her eyes she saw the blonde motioning her over. Samantha was confused, was she imagining this? She debated on whether she should go over, she reeked of weed and she was sure Georgia saw her smoking but she didn't seem like a snitch. At least that's what she hoped. Maybe going over and asking her to keep what she just saw on the low wouldn't hurt.

The raven girl put out the blunt and stood, she was a little high, just enough to feel fuzzy but not enough to feel it. She dusted her silk shorts and put her hands in her gray sweater. She was wearing black silk shorts that didn't exactly like hide much but she wasn't exactly expecting to have eyes on her, especially not her hot neighbor. She was only wearing a tank top so she decided to throw one of Marcus's sweaters on that for the record it looked like it was drowning her.

She made sure to look both sides before crossing the road, it was pointless considering it was the middle of the night but she did not want to die tonight. Once she reached the blonde's home she looked up as the blonde looked down at her. "Hey, stranger." She said with a smile.

Samantha smiled back, "Hey." She responded. The blonde looked at the shorter girl slightly amused as she looked at the girl up and down. The action alone was making the raven-haired girl grow nervous. She cleared her throat, "You didn't see anything.. right?" She asked extremely nervous now.

Georgia laughed, "Oh, you mean the weed you were just smoking?" She asked with a very cocky smirk. Samantha was shifting from one foot to another and she scratched the back of her neck nervously. The blonde woman seemed to find pity on the girl as she waved her off, "I'm kidding of course."

A sigh of relief left the girl's lips, "Cool so you like, won't tell my mom or anything?" She asked hopeful.

There was a glint in the blonde's eye that made Samantha feel even more nervous if that was even possible. "On one condition," Georgia said making Samantha raise a questioning brow. "Share." She said simply.

Samantha was confused as hell by her comment. Did she hear her correctly? She wanted her to share? "Share?" She chuckled nervously.

Georgia simply looked at the girl's right pocket that her hand was in and she was holding her blunt. The young girl finally cracked a smile, "Fine." She shrugged. If she had to share her drugs to not get in trouble then that's fine with her. The blonde motioned to the tree making the shorter girl look at her confused.

"What? Want to go through the front door instead?" She asked with a raised brow. Samantha glanced at the front of the house, contemplating if she should just go through the front door or not. Chances are she'd end up making too much noise and wake her daughter up, not something she needs. She sighed heavily and took her hands out of her pockets.

"If I fall please tell my mom you coaxed me into smoking with you," Samantha said as she began to climb the tree. A beautiful laugh echoed throughout the night making the girl's stomach fill with butterflies. It was hard to get her balance at first, her foot slipped once or twice but finally, she was able to grab onto the railing. Georgia was standing now holding her hand out in case Samantha needed help but the girl was able to do it on her own. "Fuck that was horrible." She breathed out and held her hand against her chest.

"You're so dramatic." Georgia rolled her eyes in amusement. Once the girl calmed her heart she sat down where Georgia was previously sitting and the blonde followed her actions, taking the spot beside her. Samantha wordlessly took the blunt out of her pocket and the lighter as well.

"Wanna do the honors?" She asked holding it close to the older woman. Georgia smirked and grabbed it from Samantha's hand before pulling it up to her lips. The raven girl turned the lighter on making the fire illuminate her face with an orange light. Her freckles could be seen perfectly in that instant. The young girl made eye contact with the blonde before they moved down to the blunt, she bit her lip as she carefully brought the fire toward the blunt and heard it sizzle before it began to burn.

She pulled away a second later, still a little dazed by how close she was to the blonde. She cleared her throat awkwardly and looked at her hand as it reached into her pocket to place the lighter there. Her eyes soon met Georgia's body, they started at her legs that were exposed. She was only wearing shorts and a silk shirt, both a beige color. Her skin looked so smooth and soft that Samantha had to hold herself back from reaching toward her and touching her. But she was snapped out of it pretty quickly by a cloud of smoke hitting her face slightly. Her head shot up to see Georgia already looking at her with a small smirk.

Samantha cleared her throat, "I think I met your daughter today." She said and watched as Georgia offered her the blunt. The young girl grabbed it and brought it up to her lips, she inhaled deeply letting the smoke remain in her lungs for a couple of seconds before releasing it into the night.

Georgia chuckled, "Oh, you mean the one who stole your brother's bike and then kissed him?"

Samantha smiled in amusement, "Guess so."

Georgia sighed and brought the bud up to her lips and took a long drag. "That little shit doesn't know what's coming." She said as she released the smoke from her mouth. Samantha watched in amazement. She had been around people who smoked all the time but something about the way Georgia was doing it made her mind go blank.

She quickly blinked, she did not want Georgia to see her as the hopeless lesbian in love with her hot neighbor. "Hey now," she said with a slight laugh "My brother's an asshole but.." she trailed off, where was even going with this? "Yeah no he's just an asshole." She nodded in agreement.

Georgia laughed and blew the smoke out of her mouth once more. She did the same thing once more and gave Samantha the blunt. "You're not like your siblings huh?"

Samantha furrowed her brows in slight confusion, she looked at the ground as she took a small drag out of it. She was starting to feel it a little more now and wanted to pace herself. Plus Georgia looked like she needed it more than her and she's willing to just give her the rest. "Well, I'm adopted." She tried to joke.

Georgia looked at her with a 'seriously' look that made Samantha laugh even more, "You know that's not what I mean."

The raven-haired girl turned a lot more serious suddenly "I don't know I guess we just.. we don't have the same privilege that's all." She shrugged. Georgia saw the look on Samantha's face that told her she shouldn't push on the subject so she decided to change the conversation topic instead.

"Your friends are funny," Georgia commented.

Samantha chuckled and pulled her knees up to her chest, she placed her chin on her knees for support and turned to look at the blonde. "If by funny you mean stupid then sure."

Georgia shook her head with a slight laugh. "You're a senior, right?"

"Yeah. I'm hoping to graduate in December but I'll have to see." She said.

Georgia raised a brow, "So you're polite and smart?"

Samantha did a double-take "Polite?" She asked completely confused and why she came to that conclusion. The blonde seemed to be asking completely random questions and she was starting to wonder how hard the weed was hitting.

The blonde smiled, it was one of those that made Samantha's heart beat a second time in just a second. "Well, the first conversation I had with your brother he gave me weed." She started and was interrupted from continuing

Samantha looked a bit bewildered "He.. what?" She was aware her brother smoked every once in a while but she didn't think he'd be stupid enough to do it somewhere in which he could be caught. Although she felt stupid for even thinking that considering their mother found him smoking on the side of the road a day before.

The blonde laughed softly at how concerned Samantha looked, "Okay I'll admit I might've pried it off of him but regardless and this is the second conversation I've had with you that isn't ending up with you flirting with me or checking me out."

Samantha looked even more shocked by her statement "Oh?"

Georgia laughed even harder, "I just mean.." she chuckled breathlessly "You're respectful. That's all." She explained with a slight shrug. By now she had smoked all that she could and the tiny bud was resting on the ashtray beside her.

The girl finally understood what she was trying to say, she wasn't like her brother or maybe some of the young adults she had met recently. It wasn't that she wanted to be boring or a suck up but she just always craved the validation of her mom and sometimes even other adults. It was the way she could always be trusted and she was never considered to be irresponsible that really fueled her to always be perfect. She shrugged, "Yeah well I guess that comes with being the older sibling and all."

Georgia nodded at her words and the two fell into a small silence. Most of the time it would've made Samantha's skin crawl, she wasn't a fan of awkward encounters but somehow the way Georgia was smiling like this just gave her so much comfort. But even then she felt the need to fill the silence and he did, "So Ginny is your daughter?" She asked although she already knew the answer.

The blonde could understand the intentions behind her question pretty easily, it was everyone's question. "Yeah," she nodded. "Had her when I was fifteen."

Samantha's eyebrows rose in surprise "Damn, that's.."

"Slutty?"

The girl chuckled "I was gonna say brave."

The older woman raises a brow in question, obviously not believing her words. That had never been the way she was described and she didn't think the stoned twenty-one-year-old in front of her would be any different.

Samantha chuckled at her actions, "I'm serious. You seem to have your life together, it's really impressive."

The blonde didn't seem to find a single lie behind her statement so she accepted it. "Thank you"

The smile and intensity of the woman's stare was making Samantha feel all giddy. A shy smile overtook her features "Yeah." She said lowly. She realized the conversation ended there when Georgia didn't make a move to speak again. A beat of silence passed before she spoke, finally getting the hint. "I think I should probably get going though."

"Yeah," the woman nodded, "Don't want your mom knowing you were smoking with me."

Samantha smiled and stood "Most definitely not. Have to keep up the whole 'perfect daughter' persona, y'know." She said and dusted herself off again.

"Absolutely." The blonde agreed with a slight smile. She didn't stand and Samantha assumed she was going to stay out a while longer.

She carefully climbed to the other side of the railing and held on tightly as she said one final thing to the beautiful blonde "I'll see you around bud buddy."

Georgia's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, a dozen different emotions flashed by her "I-.. did you just.. you know what? I'm too high for this." She shook her head holding her hands up in defeat.

Samantha laughed at her and climbed down the tree. Once her feet were safely on the ground she turned up to look at Georgia again, she shot her one last smile that the blonde returned with ease. A second later she turned around and ran back to her house. She climbed her tree back up to her room and closed the window behind her, she didn't even bother taking off her sweater that reeked of weed and threw her body on the bed.

An uncontrollable smile overcame her features.

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it’s been a while - stanford!art donaldson x reader

author’s note: hey guys I’m back asf 😝 my challengers obsession is on another level I don’t wanna talk about it I can’t put it into words. this fic is lowkey inspired by a few diff scenes from the movie but also by this (NSFW!!!!!) tweet that i found -> https://x.com/sexarchiv/status/1818683083681677640?s=46

I hope y'all enjoy! I wrote this rlly fast lmao (ps: the jack schlossberg scandal fic is coming soon i promise <3)

WARNINGS! pnv, oral (f receiving), cheating, humping i guess, reader is dating patrick, they hook up in the readers dorm at stanford, basically reader is tashi but like not actually

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It had been a month since you've started school and you had barely seen Art. You’d seen your boyfriend Patrick more times than him, and Patrick didn’t even go to Stanford. One day when you're on the courts practicing, Art walks in and begins to watch you play.

“You gonna say something stranger? Or are you just gonna keep staring like a creep?” You say sarcastically. 

He laughs and tilts his head, leaning against the fence behind him. 

"Hey now, I'm just admiring the view. You're looking pretty good out there.” 

His eyes scan over your body, a playful smirk on his face.

“Thank you, I’ve been practicing like nonstop. How have you been? I feel like we haven’t talked in forever.” 

You pick up your things and begin to walk towards the food court.

"Pretty good, pretty good. Just been keeping up with tennis practice and trying to keep my grades up. You know, the usual student life." He chuckles and glances over at you. "I've missed seeing your face. It's been too long."

“How come you haven't said hi? Not to guilt you or anything, but l've been pretty lonely since school started. I could use someone to talk to and I'm sure you could too. college is hard”

He stops in his tracks and turns to face you, a genuinely concerned expression on his face. 

"I'm sorry. Honestly, I thought you had been avoiding me. I didn't want to overstep any boundaries, you know?" 

“Why would I be avoiding you, Art?”

You take a bite out of the churro you snagged on the way in before offering it to Art to have a bite. He takes a bite and continues talking with his mouth full.

"Well, honestly, I thought maybe it was because of how I used to flirt with you. I didn't want you to get the wrong idea or anything, especially with you and Patrick…” His voice trails off for a moment while he swallows his food. “But if I'm being completely honest, l've missed our friendship and I’ve missed hanging out with you." 

“Wait, you were serious with that? I thought you were kidding with the flirty stuff.”

He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed. 

"Uh, well, I mean, I do enjoy messing around and getting a rise out of people. But with you..it was different.

“Oh god, Art, I’m sorry. if I would've known I-“

He shakes his head and stops you there with a smile. "No, no need to apologize. Honestly, it was probably more on me than it was on you. I have a hard time being serious sometimes, you know that.”

You pause for a moment to think.

“Hey, let’s go back to my dorm. My roommate is gone for the weekend.”

He raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. "Oh? Yeah... yeah let's go."

…

You head back to the dorm, barely making it through the door before his lips meet yours.

*He eagerly reciprocates, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. He deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue.

The kiss begins to deepen and he goes towards your bed. 

“Wait... Art... I need to... shower... we can’t.”

His lips trail down your neck as he gently pushes you onto the bed, his hand sliding down your side. 

"I don't care... I want you now." He whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

“Wait, c'mere.” You continue to kiss him and lead him towards the bathroom. You fumble with the shower behind you turning it on and he begins to tug at your clothes.

He moans against your lips, his hands expertly removing your clothes. 

"Fuck... I need you." He steps back to admire you, his eyes roaming over your body. He quickly sheds his own clothes before joining you under the hot water. He presses you against the cool tile and continues to devour your mouth.

He kisses down your body, lowering himself on his knees. He reaches your thigh, nipping and sucking at the soft skin. He parts your folds with his fingers, his tongue following suit. 

"You're so fucking beautiful..." He murmurs, the sound almost lost in the pounding water. Licking and sucking on your clit, he moans into you. He's starving, a hunger only the taste of your release can satisfy. You feel his hard-on hit your leg. You were too busy kissing to pay attention when he had undressed, but he was bigger than you thought. 

He feels your leg quiver and his cock twitches at the thought of being inside you. He pushes two fingers into you, curling them to find that spot that makes you squirm. He sucks and licks at your clit with more force, his other hand gripping your ass tighter. Your head falls back as you reach your climax, your leg shaking beneath you. 

Art licks you clean and stands back up meeting your face. His tongue enters your mouth, your own release sweet on his lips. He grinds against your leg needy for his own relief. 

“You wanna cum baby?” 

He can barely form words to answer your question. He continues to grind against you, his cock painfully hard at this point.

"Ple-please. I wanna be inside you... fuck-" He whimpers into your neck while you rub him teasingly. He's so needy for you.

“Fine, let's dry off first.” You turn off the shower and get out leaving him.

You dry yourself off, bending over to dry your legs. Everything is on display for him, he tries to touch himself but you stop him. 

“No touching, you can wait a minute.”

He groans in frustration, his cock throbbing with need. He watches you intently, admiring your body with open lust. 

"I-I can wait..." He stammers, trying to keep his hands off himself.

You throw a towel at him and head over to your bed. He can see you from the bathroom, you sit on the edge of the bed and stare at him patiently. Rushing to dry off, he runs over to you and drops the towel. He hovers over you as you lean back, letting your legs spread. He gasps at the sight of you, his cock jerking instinctively. 

"Fuck..." He mutters helplessly.

“You want me to make you feel better?” He nods, staring at you with doe eyes. “Okay. Sit down.”

He quickly sits on your bed, back against the pillows. You straddle him, slightly hovering over his leaking cock. You lower yourself and grind against him, slipping and sliding on his length but not yet letting him enter you.

“Does this feel good baby?”

He moans loudly, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Yes..!" He moans, trying to control his breathing as he feels your wetness slick against him.

"Please..."

“Ready?” He nods. 

You lift yourself up before lowering back down onto him, this time taking his full length inside of you. He whimpers and quickly bottoms out. Nearly cumming just from being inside of you, he stares up at you, no sound leaving his mouth beside moans. 

His blue eyes intensely follow your face as you ride him. His grip on your ass tightens as you grind on him. He reaches up, his fingers tracing your jaw as he moans helplessly. He's not going to last long, the feel of you tight around him is sending his mind into overdrive. His hips buck up against yours, thrusting desperately into your warm depths. His cock twitches inside of you, he's close. You ride him slower, thinking it will edge him. Instead, it puts him over the top. 

He cums inside you, the feeling of his release making you clench around his cock, having a second orgasm. Feeling you tightening around him sends jolts of pleasure through his system as he spills his release inside you. He groans loudly, his fingers digging into your hips as he watches you through heavy lidded eyes, a lazy smile on his lips. 

"Fuck, baby..." Collapsing on top of him, he kisses your neck. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that."

His hands slowly, gently trace up and down your back as he holds you to his chest. His lips brush against your neck softly, eliciting a pleased sigh from you. 

“We should do that again sometime.” You smirk.

You broke up with Patrick later that day.

[teaaagan]

Room

Chloe: can we please stay in your room?

Max: why?

Rachel: we played with an ouija board and cursed ours

Chloe: and Y/N isn't much help, they doesn't know how to banish spirits, they just throws salt at them and yells "does this look like a hotel to you?!"

[colasapphic]

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* smut warning

GINNY & GEORGIA

georgia miller :

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dining out *

stained glass

cherry bomb

office siren *

maxine baker :

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crystal palace :

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niko sasaki :

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jenny green :

nothing here yet …

esther finch :

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Could you write an enemies to lovers carl grimes x reader where the reader is Negan's daughter? There could be something maybe where Carl and her meet when he breaks into the sanctuary and she escorts him around with or without Negan maybe?

I don't have the best ideas lol but you can be creative I'd love to see what you can come up with!

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HEART OF GOLD. ⋆｡°✩ carl grimes x savior!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 4.5K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ enemies to lovers, use of y/n, negan is readers dad, spoilers for twd 7x1 - 7x7, enid and carl arent dating in this universe ofc, lots of rambling and build-up before any romance (sorry guys 🙏) .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ you catch feelings for the wrong person. ꩜ .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ thank you for the request anon! i've always wanted to do a savior reader fic so i'm so hyped writing this 🙏 its a bit long...so i hope you enjoyy!! part 2 here!

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you were there the day your dad had lined up the people of alexandria.

you hated what he would do, and what the saviors in general would do. but, unfortunately, you were used to it. you did what you were told and never protested. it's what your life was now.

you were sitting next to your father in the rv you guys had stolen from one of the people in their group.

there was a knock at the door, and your dad stepped out. you followed behind with your hands behind your back and a plain expression on your face.

your expression was regularly blank, the opposite of your fathers. you never had fun with what you and the saviors were doing. you thought it was sick, and it was.

"pissing our pants yet?" negan laughed as he stepped out of the rv. "boy, do i have a feeling were getting close."

you shook your head in response, looking at all the people in the line. they were terrified. besides one boy. he had an eyepatch over his left eye, long brown hair, and a sheriffs hat. he looked around your age, too.

you knew he most likely was scared, but he looked tough.

then, you realized you were staring too long. he looked up at you with a piercing glare, and you quickly looked away. you crossed your arms and sat down on the steps of the rv.

you watched as your father berated and teased the group, pointing lucille in their faces. he walked around the group, taking turns talking to them- or more at them.

he made his way over to the boy. "you got a lot of our guns." negan laughed, tilting his head as he examined the kids face. "shit, kid. lighten up. at least cry a little."

as negan began walking away and to the next person, the kid looked at you again. this time, he tilted his head slightly with a confused expression. you furrowed your eyebrows with a stern expression on your face.

negan began making his way around, and a few minutes had passed before he began his 'eenie, meenie, miney, mo' game. you watched anxiously, your face turning as your heart raced. they might not have been your group, but you would always feel anxious and upset.

you could never understand how the others were always so normal about it.

he landed on a man with ginger hair and a big, tough figure.

"anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, then we'll start."

...

you watched as that man got his head split in half, and then another man afterwards.

your dad had never taken you to one of these runs before. you were aware the things he had done, but you never witnessed it like this before.

your dad had left with rick in the rv and had you stay with ricks group. you watched as everyone processed what had happened. the blood and the bodies on the ground.. the tears.

you crossed your arms as you tried to keep your composure. as much as you were disgusted by negans actions, you knew if you had shown it you would get in trouble.

your father came back a little while after leaving. as he parked, you opened the rv door for your dad.

right as you opened it, your dad and rick exited. ricks eyes were bloodshot, and he was shaking.

"this must be hard for you, right?" negan mocked rick. "i mean, you have been king shit for so long. losin' two of your own like..." he snaps his fingers dramatically, his shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. "gettin' 'em clipped like that, one nut, then the other, and in front of your boy? that is some screwed up shit!"

you crossed your arms and looked up at your father, standing by his side and giving him a knowing look. he looked down at you and laughed before continuing to brutally taunt rick.

after a bit, negan ordered the other saviors to point guns to the back of everybodys heads, telling them to align it to their noses so if they need to fire, it'll be a mess.

you stayed by negans side, as always. you must've looked like a dog compared to your father, always following by his side unless ordered otherwise. you knew your dad was fucked up, but that wouldn't stop you from loving him. people would be surprised of how good of a dad he was capable of being.

"kid.. right here." negan looked into the boys eyes, doing a motion with his hands as a silent order for him to come over. "kid. now."

the kid silently walked over, glaring at both you and negan.

"you a south paw?"

"am i a what?" the kid tilted his head and squinted his eyes at negan, crossing his arms.

"are you left handed?" you clarified blankly.

"no."

"good." negan smiled.

negan tightens his belt around carls upper arm. "that hurt?"

carl looks down at the ground. "no."

"should." negan chuckles in response. "it's supposed to."

"dad, what're you doing?" you whispered to negan, slightly worried for the boy.

"doesn't matter." he looks at you, his expression turned slightly serious. you scoffed and looked back at the boy curiously. "alright. get down on the ground, kid. next to daddy."

the boy complied, laying down on the ground and laying his arms out. negan drew a line on his arm and informed rick that he'd have to cut the kids arm off.

you watched as everyones expressions turned surprised, but specifically one lady who was still in the line on her knees.

"you- you don't have to do this. we understand." the lady begged. "we understand. you understand."

"yeah. i'm not sure that rick does."

"dad." you mumbled, but to no avail. he just ignored you.

"rick. this needs to happen now. chop, chop, or i will crush the little fella's skull myself.

tears fell from ricks eyes as he looked at his son and the ax. "it can- it can be me." he pleaded. "it can be me."

rick and negan continue going back and fourth. tears falling, negan laughing at ricks desperate attempts and pleads to stop this. your face grimaced in disgust of your dads behavior, but your expression quickly changed at the boys words.

"dad.. just do it." he spoke, looking at his dad. "just do it."

rick grabs the ax and begins slowly lowering down, until negan stops him.

"rick."

rick looks up at negan, confusion and tears flooding his face.

"you answer to me. you provide for me. you belong to me. right?"

ricks body continues shaking as he fearfully looks into negans eyes.

"speak when you're spoke to!" negan yelled. "you answer to me. you provide for me."

"provide for you.." rick weakly repeats.

"you belong to me, right?!"

rick breaths heavily, nodding vigorously. "right."

"that is the look i wanted to see." negan smiles, looking down at the beaten up man.

you put your hand on your dads shoulder. "we're done here, dad."

he looks at you and nods, before looking up at dwight. "dwight. load him up." negan points to the man on the ground who had punched negan, and gotten someone killed.

"seriously, dad. let's go."

negan laughs. "today was a productive damn day!" you were always taken aback on how through all of the terrible, repulsive things that your father did, he still had that shit-eating grin along his face. "i hope, for all your sake.. that you get it now. that you understand how things work. things have changed."

he lets out one more loud laugh before speaking again.

"welcome to a brand-new beginning, you sorry shits!"

...

it had been a few days since that lineup. you could still hear the cries of the people there. the last words of the victims. sure, you had killed people yourself before, but you'd never been apart of something that insane before. all you could think of was the man, rick, and his son. all you could think was that they were strong. you were sure negan was looking at the boy wishing you were more like him. tough, strong.

but not much had changed in the sanctuary since that day, besides the new recruit from the line up, daryl.

you sat in your room, reading a book as you usually did. but then, you heard a few shots. you quickly ran outside, grabbing your gun as you ran out.

you spotted the kid from before, with a large machine gun in hand.

"are you fucking kidding?" you raised an eyebrow, lowering your gun. you weren't phased by the boy. you knew he was aware that negan was your father. if he killed you, he knows there'd be repercussions for him.

"i only want negan." he glared, the gun still pointing toward you.

"put the gun down, dude." you holstered your gun and crossed your arms.

but before he could, dwight tackled him down.

"dwight!" you sternly yelled, running over and pushing him. "i have it under control, thanks."

dwight looks up at you and shakes his head, irritated, standing back up. you put your hand down, offering it to the boy. he awkwardly accepted it.

"he's busy right now, i'm not exactly sure where." you dust your hands off as you speak. "i'll give you a tour, i guess."

you walk inside the building, looking around at everyone working. "what's your name?" you ask, walking around the perimeter.

"why do you want to know?" he glares at you.

you scoff, stopping in your tracks and tilting your head at him. "hey, i'm not my dad. i'm not being an asshole. don't treat me like i am."

his eyes slightly widen at your stern reaction as he nods. "carl."

"i'm y/n." you continue walking around.

carl follows behind you, a bit nervously. "so negan is really your dad?"

"yeah."

he raises an eyebrow, his expression curious. "like, biologically?"

his sudden questions confuse you. "yes, why?"

"well, i don't know if you've noticed, but your dad is a piece of shit."

"i actually have noticed. i've been with him through this whole thing." your voice was angered at his sudden insult towards your father. "he's a better dad than you think."

"that's hard to believe." carl scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

"i'm sure it is. i wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him, though. i don't agree with what he does at all, but that doesn't change how he is as a parent." an annoyed and slight upset sigh leaves your mouth as you finish your sentence, disappointed by who your father has become.

after a moment of silence, carl continues speaking. "it's weird to think how a man like him could have a child like you."

"what is that supposed to mean?" you shot him a threatening look. he might not have meant it that way, but you were a bit insecure how you were as his child.

"i just mean, you seem nice. it's hard to believe you're a savior, and much harder to believe your related to negan." he defends himself.

you shot him an aggressive glare. "sure."

...

you had been looking around for quite a bit, making small talk with carl every now and then, but it was mostly silence between the two of you.

you didn't fully understand why you were so content with carl. i mean, you didn't know the kid, and you guys didn't necessarily have the best first introduction. he had a gun pointed toward you as well, but you still felt calm around him. why were you feeling this way?

eventually, you made it to one of the rooms. specifically the room with your fathers 'wives.' you knocked on the door before entering.

you spotted your dad and leaned on the door frame. "i brought you something."

"i'm busy right now, y/n, give me a second." negan calmly spoke, which carl could instantly spot was different from how he spoke to all the other saviors.

"yeah, uhm.." you pushed carl into the room. "i kinda cant."

negans expression changed from soft back to his regular 'negan' expression. he whistled, a grin plastered on his face. "damn." he let out an extended laugh, putting his hands on his face. "now, how big of a mess did he make?"

"he killed two people. dwight tackled him. but it wasn't too crazy."

negan nods in response, his gaze turning over to carl. "two men.. and you're giving me the same stink-eye as your dad. except, only half as good. cause... y'know." he signals to his eye, making a mocking face at him. "i'm assuming you already showed him around?"

"yeah, i had to go on a scavenger hunt looking for you." you chuckled, putting your hands in your pockets.

"well, come over here." negan signaled you and carl to come closer, pointing down to the ground next to him. you and carl quickly obey.

"what are you doin' here, kid?" negan tilted his head over into carls direction.

"why do you think?" carl glared at negan and his smartassed tone, his arms crossed.

right after carl said that, daryl stepped into the room with a tray of food in his hands, dwight following right behind him. negan lets out a shortened laugh before pointing to the tray.

"carl, will you grab this tray for me?" negan politely asks, but it still sounds as if he's mocking.

daryl looks from carl back to negan and you, then back to carl. "why do you got him here?"

"woah!" negan puts his hands up defensively with a chuckle, a toothpick from the tray laying between his pointer and middle finger. "what we talk about when you're not here is none of your business." he lifts the toothpick up near carls face. "do not make me put this toothpick through the only eye he has." you nudge negan in the shoulder, giving him a look to discreetly tell him to stop. he nods at you and turns his head back over to dwight. "dwighty boy... fire up that furnace. we'll be down in a few." he laughs to himself quietly at the irony, "time for a little déjé vu."

dwight and daryl exit the room.

"now, i need to talk to you." negan uses his toothpick to get a piece of food from the tray, looking up at carl. "come on, let's go." negan signals for the two of you to follow.

he leads you guys out of the room and walks a little ways in front of you two. carl looks over to you, walking a bit closer. "are all of those women actually his wives?" carl lowly speaks.

"why are you so persistent on talking to me?" you whisper as well, giving him a bit of a dirty look. not necessarily on purpose, but it got your point across. "you should hate me."

"you're just a kid, too. i know i was skeptical before, but i can tell you're not like.." he tilts his head toward negan. "you've got a heart of gold compared to him."

you stop in your tracks and look at him, clenching your jaw in frustration. "you've gotten yourself into a hell of a situation. i suggest you stop making it worse."

you continue walking, a bit faster so carl trails behind you. negan opens the door in front of you guys, moving his hand to signal for you guys to get in, to which you comply, but let carl go in front of you.

you sit on the bed whilst carl and negan sit on the couch.

you sit and watch as your father talks back and fourth with carl, causing you to zone out a bit. he spoke about wanting to bond with carl, which slightly irked you.

through his laughs, negan speaks. "ah.. i can't. i can't do it. it's like talking to a birthday present."

you tune back in as he says that, curious to what he was talking about this time.

"you got to take that crap off your face." negan signals to the bandages wrapped around the side of carls face. "i wanna see what grandma got me."

"no." carl lowly speaks, slight anger in his tone as his brows knit together.

"two men!" negan yells, standing up from his seat and leaning forward.

"dad, stop it." you softly begged, your expression a bit bleak. you tapped your foot anxiously.

"two. men." negan simply glances over to you, his expression just barely softening. "punishment."

"he's a kid. you can punish him, but don't.. humiliate him."

you didn't know why you had a soft spot for him. or why you called him a kid, despite him being your age. but, you just did. negan lets out a sigh, shaking his head before looking back toward carl.

"you like music?" he asks, which carl simply furrows his brows in confusion to. "i want you to sing me a song."

after a moment of staring and processing, carl softly responds.

"what?"

"you mowed down two of my men, i want something in return for that. sing me a song." negan turns his head over in your direction. "and you, can you go check on the boiler?"

you glance at carl before standing up from the bed. "...alright."

you exit the room and look below the railing. you see someone you don't recognize tied to a chair and a group of people waiting around.

you walk around the perimeter before knocking loudly on the railing to get everyones attention. everybody downstairs looks up and kneels down.

god, you hated these standards you dad had put up for you two. you hated this princess treatment.

you cleared your throat. "is everything ready?" you asked as you began stepping down the stairs to get a better look on the scene.

you saw that the man lined up for the iron this time was mark. you knew him and amber had something going on for a bit now, you didn't think that your dad would have found out however.

"yes, we're ready whenever." one of the saviors informed you calmly, though you could sense they seemed a bit fearful.

you didn't understand why the saviors were scared of you. well, you did, but it didn't make sense when you're the only savior who hadn't been super involved in the killings.

"..okay." you awkwardly pressed your lips together. "i'll go get my dad."

you stepped back up the stairs swiftly, walking back over in the direction of the room you had left your father and carl in, but they were already walking toward you.

"it's all ready." you informed your dad, giving him a moment to step in front of you so you could be back to carls side. he looked a bit shaken up, and you were worried what your dad had done.

the three of you make it back up to the balcony, and negan hits the railing a couple times with lucille to get everyones attention. he hands lucille over. "hold that for me." he says to carl, but you take her before carl has to, shooting him a lopsided smile as you do so.

negan begins giving his speech before the iron. you continue glancing over at carl, whos staring down at the whole scenery going on. negan begins going down the steps, and you two follow with him.

"mark.. i'm sorry. but it is what it is." negan says before signaling for dwight to do the iron.

you look down at your feet, but your gaze turns up to carl. his expression had changed from confused to terrified in seconds.

when it was all over, negan gave the end of his speech before walking abck up to you and carl.

"you probably think im a lunatic." he chuckles, examining carls changed expression. "come on. let's go figure out what to do with you-"

"hey, dad." you cut him off. "i'm just gonna take him back home."

negans eyebrows rose as he looked down. he was silent for a moment before he nodded. he turned his head over in carls direction yet again. "take everything that happened today as a warning. don't pull that shit again."

carl simply just looks away, looking back at you.

"i'll be back soon." you weakly smiled up at your dad. "love you."

"love you too, kiddo."

you walked out of the building, grabbing the car keys on your way out. you got into the car along with carl and began driving off.

it was silent and awkward for a bit, but you couldn't help to ask..

"what did my dad do when i was out of the room?"

carl leaned his arm against the door, using his hand to lift up his head. "he made me sing. and he swung the bat over by the bed while i sung."

you clenched your jaw, shaking your head. "..sorry."

"why? you're one of them, it's what you guys do."

"i don't do that stuff." you clarified yet again.

he turned his head back over to you, squinting a bit in confusion. "you asked me why i was so persistent on talking to you, but i could ask you the same thing. why do you keep defending me and talking to me?"

you anxiously tapped your fingers onto the steering wheel. "because i don't want to end up like my dad."

...

you couldn't sleep that night. all you could think about was carl. it was stupid. you didn't know why you were so entranced by that boy, but just the fact that you were.. falling for an alexandrian, the people you were currently going to war with.. it wasn't looking good for you.

you had only been back home for a little bit, maybe an hour? and still, all you could think about was him.

you had to make things right.

everyone had started to go off to their rooms already, so it'd be pretty easy to sneak out. you knew the perimeters, having been here for a few years, and you knew where all the watch posts were and the blind spots of said watch posts.

you packed regular essentials in a small crossbody bag, grabbed your knife and gun, and headed out. you grabbed one of the motorcycles and your helmet and began dragging it alongside you until you got some place safe on the road where no one could spot you. then, you started speeding over to alexandria.

you were a bit worried that they'd catch you and put you somewhere, or kill you, but what you were feeling was too persistent. no matter what carls reaction was, you'd at least be rid of the feeling.

after a while, you arrived near alexandria. you stopped the motorcycle and thrown it off somewhere safe in the woods so you could walk up to the gates.

unlike the sanctuary, you knew nothing about the perimeters of alexandria. you had only been there when you took carl back, so the front was all you knew. you also knew that approaching the front gates could possibly get you kidnapped or killed, so you weren't exactly sure what to do.

you looked at the watch tower that was to the side of the gate, investigating to see if anyone was up there. and, to your avail, there wasn't anyone.

..now you just needed to figure out how to get past the gate.

since you knew it was safe, you stepped closer and investigated the gate. it looked as if you could climb up the bars that held the walls up and drop down off of it inside of alexandria. so, you did. it was difficult and if anyone had seen you, you probably would have let them kill you for your own good.

you carefully dropped down. it made a loud noise, but you didn't think anyone heard because of it being quite late..

until you heard your name whisper-yelled from the distance by a familiar voice.

you turned around and spotted carl, his eyebrows furrowed and his expression surprisingly not angry, but just confused.

"fuck.. hi." you awkwardly responded, putting your hands on your knees as you caught your breath.

he squinted his eye at you, crossing his arms. "why are you here?"

"i'll tell you in a second, can we go somewhere more private?"

he nods and quickly starts walking back toward what you were assuming was his house. there was already a window open, and he climbed through first, reaching his hand down to help you through.

you step into the room and he pulls out a chair from his desk, sitting down in it and offering for you to sit on his bed. you sit down with a sigh.

"so, why are you here?" his voice is still in a low whisper, but it's loud enough for you to hear. "i mean, if you wanted to do something, you could've done it when you dropped me off. so what's up?"

"yeah, uhm.." you take a deep breath out, messing with your fingers as you continue speaking. "i wanted to talk to you." "you wanted to talk to me?" carl repeats, tilting his head in confusion.

"it's just.. with everything that happened. how we met, what happened earlier at the sanctuary.. i can't stop thinking about you." you cross your arms around yourself in embarrassment, unsure what carls expression is changing to. "i know i shouldn't. but theres just something about you, and i can't exactly put my finger on it. i know it's weird, and we know nothing about each other besides the fact that i'm the daughter of a bad man, but-"

"stop." he scoffs, shaking his head.

you look back up at him nervously, biting your lip.

"..it doesn't matter that your dad was a bad man. you're obviously not." you can tell by his voice and body language changing that he seems slightly nervous as well. "i keep thinking about you, too. you're different from the saviors. you could be safe here, y'know."

"if i stayed here, i'd put you guys in more danger." you give him a lopsided smile, your stomach dropping slightly the more you think about it. "..can i love you?"

carls eyes widen as he processes what you just told him.

"i know it'd be difficult-"

he stands up and puts his hands on your shoulders, moving one up to the side of your face. "i don't care how difficult it is. we'll figure it out together."

before you could respond, he leaned down and quickly kissed you, leaving his forehead on yours, and his hands on your cheeks. you lifted your hands up to his, closing your eyes as you took in the moment.

it was a sort of sorrowful moment. you knew that it wouldn't last forever. you were a savior. your people were trying to kill his, and have killed his. but the fact that you were together now was all you needed. you had to make it work.

you opened your eyes and smiled up at him. "we'll make this work."

"we will. i promise."

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[solarzzeys]

hiiii !! i started this blog bc i couldn’t find any maxine baker content on here :( so i figured i’d just write what comes to mind lmao

a few things: i mainly write fem!reader, i’m open to writing for other ginny & georgia (female) characters, tho this blog will be max focused. also, very important - this blog is sfw only !!!

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彡drivers gamer!max verstappen

彡genre dabble/scrap

彡summary max doesn’t realize his legs would create such an uproar in his chat

彡notes based off that one video of max.. i dont know why this was a scrap its so cute 🥹.

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max was on live, slumped in his gaming chair as luke spoke about the previous game on fifa. he put his legs up on the desk, not noticing it was in the frame of his webcam. max glanced over a the chat.

“max’s legs!!” “scandalous” “giving us some thigh max..”

max blushes and puts his leg down and out of frame. the chat immediately erupted again

“you guys cant be normal about anything” “nouuuu maxxx” “great now everyone fucked it up as they always do”

max giggles, his pale face now fully red. he never knew just his legs would cause such an uproar in the chat. “hehe sorry guys” max apologized cheekily as he prepared himself for the next game.