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Caught In The Fluff - Angel Dust X Reader

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It was a slow day in hotel today. Compared to the ongoing chaos that usually happens with either fights or Sir Pentious blowing up a portion of the building with his inventions, it was a normal chill day. Laying on the couch in the lobby, your eyes roamed around the room and gazed at the other residents, as staring at your cell phone was not aiding with your boredom. Charlie and Vaggie happened to be constructing more advertisements for the hotel, as the table was covered with glitter and colorful stickers, yep this was definitely all Charlie's idea, but watching her and Vaggie being couple goals was wholesome. Husk was shuffling a bunch of cards in his hands, wearing a smile for once while Niffty was watching him in awe, eye sparkling with amazement. Alastor resided in the chair next to yours, humming a catchy tune as his focus was drawn to the newspaper in his hands. Sir Pentious was in the corner of his room, assembling a puzzle as his Egg Bois were watching and helping him look for the proper pieces. After scanning the room a bit more, there was a lack of a porn-star demon in the room. Odd? Usually Angel would be flamboyantly chatting away, which caused many eyes to roll at his antics, well, mostly Vaggie and Husk. Slowly rising from the couch, you waved your hand in front of the two females in front of you, hoping to draw their attention. "Yes, Y/N? Is something wrong?" Charlie said, looking up at you with a bright smile, while her hair was covered in pink glitter and some traces of crayons on her red-dotted cheeks. "Sorry for bothering you while working on your project, but have you seen Angel since this morning?" Worried eyes stared at Charlies as you saw her smile fall and she shook her head no. Vaggie, on the other hand, was quick to answer your question, clear frustration on her face. "That estúpido is probably still sleeping the day away in his room! UGH! You think he get off his lazy a** and help around a bit!" Vaggie blared out, drawing the attention of the others in the lobby before continuing with their activities.

A cough was heard next to you, as Alastor had folded the newspaper on his lap, before looking at the three of us. "Now my dear Vaggie! While I don't approve of many of Angel's antics! He does work for another employer! So while he may not be pitching in with this ridiculous redemption process! He certainly has his hands full with other business!" Wow, you weren't expecting Alastor to defend Angel a bit. Maybe he does care about the others a bit, despite his enormous ego. Vaggie's eyes glared with rage at Alastor, probably for jumping into the conversation when nobody asked for his opinion, but she relaxed once she felt a soft hand touch her shoulder. Thinking more about it, you remembered that Angel had to work for the gross moth guy, Valentino. That man was so creepy and his actions towards Angel made you sick to your stomach. Honestly if you were as strong as Alastor, that man's head would be mounted on the wall. But, Angel has been in his room since 8 AM. He didn't even have breakfast. "I'll go bring him some food and check on him" You announced, as you got up from the couch and started to head to the kitchen. The sounds of tap shoes appeared from behind you, as you turned and realized Alastor was following behind you! "AH! I will help you my dear!" His smile was outstretched across his face, while he walked with a slight jump in his step and hands folded behind his back. Smiling back at Al, you both headed to the kitchen to make something for Angel.

Angel was Italian from what you recalled during one of your conversations as he was ranting about a client and calling them multiple Italian curse words. Deciding on an Italian dish for him, both you and Alastor agreed to make some Penne Alla Vodka. Alastor was helping with the vodka sauce, adding in the tomato paste and crushed pepper flakes while you were cooking the pasta to al dente. Gazing at the pasta cooking, your thoughts wondered back to what Al said in the lobby. "Um, Alastor?" You asked, while your hands kept stirring the pasta in the pot. Alastor was humming a tune, before he stopped and gazed at you, listening to what you had to say. "Thanks for what you said back there about Angel." Softly gazing at him, Al continued to stare at you, his signature smile dropping down to a soft one. "He is a valuable patron of this establishment! While I don't really care much about him and the others, I prefer him more when he is in a jovial mood then a depressed one!" Alastor answered with an aloff attitude, yet you could see in his red eyes that he somewhat cared about Angel, despite his strong dislike of him always attempting to get touchy with him. Focusing more on Al and leaving the pasta for a minute to continue boiling, your feet carried you over to where Alastor stood. "I assume you say you don't care because of your reputation, yet here you are cooking a meal for Angel Dust with me. Seems like your actions contradict your words Alastor." Silence filled the kitchen as both you and Alastor were having a stare-off, wondering which one would speak first. Crimson eyes gazed into yours, as they glanced down back to the cooking sauce.

Maybe you overstepped it a bit. Stepping back from your position, you eyed the pasta pot that you left unattended. A warm hand had caught your wrist before you could leave, and you turned to see Alastor gazing at you, smile still prominent yet his eyes were stern. "Angel my dear, is under contract with one of the three V's, Valentino! I don't know or care about how he conducts his business! However! His actions towards Angel are something I do not particularly enjoy! While watching the scum of hell suffer through torment and despair is quite enjoyable. Seeing Angel suffering from that p̸̨͎̏͜i̶̛̼͉̚g̵̢̒̓ ̴͓͓̂͊̐m̵̟̔̑̌ỏ̶͎̻͇͝ṭ̵͆̂̈́ḥ̸̱͌ ̷͍̫̰̉ȯ̵̲̙͍͒ü̷̧̗ͅț̸̜̟̆͂r̶̯͌a̴̜͆̽g̵̩̓̍̾ē̴͎̪̚s̴͍͍͇̒ ̷̬̣͊̃̋ḿ̸̦̞̥e̷͕̋!” Radio dials flickered on Alastors face for a split second, then turning back to normal . Observing all of this through your eyes, you apologized to Al if you spoke out of turn, but your apology was cut off when the hand on your wrist made its way to your cheek. Alastor said there was no need for apologies, and gestured back to cooking the meal, as burnt pasta wouldn't be very appetizing for Angel. The both of you stood back at your pasta creation, feeling proud that it looked incredible. With a snap of his fingers, the plate was then transported on a tray and topped with a metal cover. Alastor picked up the tray and handed it to you. "Run along now my dear!" Two hands were placed on your back, as they pushed you out of the kitchen, and leaving you alone with the tray in your hands.

Heading over to Angel's room, you knocked on the door and called out his name. No response was given back, so you tried to open the door. Surprisingly the door was unlocked and you made your way inside. Angel's room was shrouded in a neon pink glow. Numerous posters covered the walls, and various clothes and wigs were scattered all over the room. His room smelled like sweet cotton candy along with smoke that was coming from the ash tray. In the corner of the room was Fat Nuggets, Angels pet pig. It was sleeping on its back, while covered in a soft pink blanket. Next to the small bed was the large queen sized bed that a certain spider was laying on. The blanket was half off the bed, leaving some part of Angels legs uncovered while his back was facing you. Placing the tray near the nightstand, you slowly approached Angel and placed your hand on his shoulder. Calling out his name and giving him a little shake had no effect on him as he continued to sleep. "Angel? Come on. Wake up. Me and Al made you some food." Angel still remained asleep. "Angel. The food will get co-" Your words were interrupted as four pairs of arms grabbed you and pulled you closer. Your face landed in something fluffy, as you realized that Angel had pulled you into his fluffy chest, and his legs began to wrap around you, locking you in place. "Mmph! Angel!" Calling out his name, you tried to remove yourself from the fluffiness, but Angels arms were holding you in place. "Oh~! Do it harder!" Angel was sleep talking, as he squeezed you tighter like a plushie. Great! He's hugging you while having a dirty dream. Wiggling a bit more, you realized that Angel wasn't wearing a shirt. Oh lord! Please tell me hes wearing pants at least. Luckily you looked down and saw that he was thankfully wearing underwear. You couldn't imagine the awkward situation if he was fully naked and hugging you like this.

Trying to move one of your hands, you resorted to poking Angel's belly, seeing if that would be able to wake him up. Angel soon let out a groan and began to slowly wake up. "Ughhhh. Huh?" Angel was slowly beginning to realize he was holding someone. Looking down, he saw you wrapped in his arms, face full of his chest fluff. "Heh~ Heya toots~. Were ya that desperate for my services~?" Angel wiggled his eyebrows at you, as he continued to smirk at you. Moving your head a bit from the fluff, you shook your head no. "I came to see if you were okay? You have been sleeping since the morning and missed breakfast. The others and me were worried. Alastor and I also made you some pasta to eat." Angel's smirk quickly disappeared and he looked at you in shock, before gazing at the clock on the wall, which read 2:34 PM. Damn he slept for that long? Figures after all the services he had to perform at Valentino's club. His body was tired out and his mental state deteriorated a lot yesterday. He was honestly surprised that the others actually gave a f*** about him, and wanted to see how he was doing. He ain't use to all that mushy s***. Still it warmed his heart a bit. Heaving a sigh, Angel slowly released you, allowing you to moved and stand back up next to the bed. The blanket was still covering his lower body as he began to sit up on the bed. "Had a busy day last night toots. Lot of pole dancing and what not." Angel moved his hair fluff with his hands, attempting to soothe the hairs that were out of place. He was still smiling, but the sadness in his eyes was visible. He was exhausted beyond belief and you knew who was to blame for that. Moving your hand towards him, you placed it on his cheek, startling him a bit as he stared at you confused. "Are you really okay?" Your voiced was laced with concern, as you continued to stare at Angel, waiting for him to respond. "Pfft! I'm fine toots! Doing all that dirty stuff is no problem for me given my amazing stamina~. Hell! I could last a whole day and wouldn't break a sweat! HAHAHAHA!" He was putting on an act. You could tell based on how he was smiling that he was forcing it. "Angel. Don't lie to me." Your voice raised a bit higher, letting Angel know you were being serious. Angel caught on to that and removed your hand from his cheek. "What the f*** is your problem, toots? I told ya I'm fine so deal with it." His face turned away from you, as he waved his hands at you, telling you to piss off. That was the last straw.

Grabbing both of his cheeks, you pulled his face to look back at yours, as his eyes were filled with shock. "YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT FINE! STOP LYING TO ME AND TELL ME THE WHOLE TRUTH! Anger filled your eyes as you continued to stare into Angels own. His multicolored irises continued to gaze at you, as his mouth was left agape. Slowly, those eyes staring back at you began to fill with tears. Seeing his tears, you pulled Angel closer to you, and placed his head on your chest, hugging him close to you. His body moved off the bed, to where he was standing on his knees, and his arms wrapped around you tightly, almost as if you would disappear in front of him. He was bawling his eyes out on your chest. You hugged him closer and moved one of your hands to his hair, patting his white floof. The both of you stayed like that for a full 5 minutes before Angel's loud bawls slowly began to turn into soft sobs. Moving from his position, Angel moved his head a bit so he could look you in the eyes. "S-orry toots. I think I got your shirt wet." Chuckling, you patted his head and told him it was alright. Lifting him up from his position, you carried him back to sit on the bed. Grabbing the plate from under the tray, you walked back and sat on the bed and handed Angel the plate. "Its penne al vodka. I remembered that you liked Italian food so me and Al whipped this up for you. Wiping the tears on his face, Angel grabbed the plate and stared at it, before looking back at you with a soft smile. "Heh, if Smiles and you made this together, its going to taste incredible." You continued to watch Angel as he slowly began to eat the pasta, mumbling how good it was with his mouth full. Once he finished, you grabbed the plate and placed it back on the night stand, and returned back to Angel. Grabbing a napkin as well, you cleaned his mouth to help remove the extra sauce that remained there. Angel's face actually turned a shade of red at your actions. Damn, how sweet can you be?

"You feeling a bit better? Want to head down to the lobby?" You asked Angel, as you stood in front of him, smiling kindly at him. His eyes turned to the ceiling in thought, contemplating it. "Hmmm~ Nah~!" Angels arms surrounded you again, as he pulled you back towards him. His back hit the bed while his head was cushioned by the soft pillows while you were placed on top of him, right back into his chest fluff. "What?! Angel?!" Mumbling into this chest floof, you tried to push yourself off, but his arms had you trapped again, and he tangled his legs with yours. His eyes were gazing at with mischievously, and his sharp-tooth smile was in front of your eyes. "Come on, toots. Ya never had a lazy day before? Ain't against the law to sleep all day." Angel squeezed you closer, pushing your face more into his chest fluff. My lord, he was so soft! Not only was he soft, but he smelled amazing. You were going to get addicted to this. Seeing you stop resisting, Angel continued to smile down at you, as he moved one of his arms to pat your head. "Ya should consider yourself lucky! Not everyone gets to experience my chest fluff service~. Ya should enjoy it while it last toots~." Winking down at you, Angel continued to smiled down at you, as you felt your face heat up while laying on his chest. You continued to stare at him, and saw that he actually looked a lot better, as his eyes were a bit brighter and the smile on his face seemed more genuine. Your eyes were slowly beginning to close as the sensation of Angel patting your head and his cozy fluff was making you sleepy. Pretty soon, your eyes drew to a close and you fell into a deep slumber. Angel watched as you had fallen asleep, before bending his head down, to give you a peck on the forehead, before placing his head back on the pillow. "Thanks, y/n." He whispered to himself, as he squeezed you a bit more, and went back to sleep.

Peeping through the crack in the door, Charlie and the others had seen the whole thing. Charlie was hopping up and down, like a rabbit as her eyes were beaming with heart eyes. "Ohh! They are so cute!" Vaggie was shaking Charlie to try to get her to calm down, and also to lower her voice, so she wouldn't wake the both of you up. Husk was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, appearing not to care, but he did smile a bit at both you and Angel on the bed. Niffty was zipping back in forth in glee, matching Charlies energy. Sir Pentious was gazing at the both of you with a soft smile, while his Egg Bois were crying, finding the moment in front of them super sweet and adorable. Alastor was standing with his microphone in hand, smiling as always as he observed both you and Angel. Snapping his fingers, his powers had slowly closed Angels door and locked it. Looking back at the others, he placed his one finger against his mouth, letting out a quiet shush as he gestured for everyone to go back to the lobby and let the both of you rest.

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nct dream's voicemails

pairing: nct dream x gn!reader

genre: really all of them are different genres so idk buckle up; angst, established relationship (mark); comfort, established relationship (renjun); friends who have a thing going on and the dreamies are menaces (jeno); classmates, acquaintances but you're kinda cute (haechan); sick reader, fluff, established relationship (jaemin); basketball player and his "friend", bonus: he's drunk (chenle); idol x non idol, established relationship, kind of angsty if you squint but not really (jisung)

cw: cursing in mark's and jeno's, chenle's under the influence and he calls reader "pretty"

#mark

"i'm sorry. look, i... i know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, i get it. i shouldn't have said any of that and i'm so fucking sorry. i hate what i did and i have no excuse for being an asshole to you, but it's been almost two hours since you left and honestly i'm so worried i'm losing my mind. you don't have to come back yet, or call me back if you don't want to, but please, for the love of god, just let me know you're somewhere safe. shit, i'm so, so sorry. let's talk when you're ready, okay? i'll sleep on the couch tonight, so if you come back you can take the bedroom. i'm sorry. i love you."

#renjun

"hi, y/n. i'm sorry for calling so late, but, uh, i wanted to check up on you, you seemed a bit off today. maybe i'm imagining things, i don't know, but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i still wanted to ask. you don't have to tell me now, we can talk about it whenever you're comfortable, or not at all if you don't want to. just know i'm here for you, okay? it's normal to have worse days, so i'll try not to worry too much. i hope you'll feel better when you wake up in the morning. call me tomorrow, hm? we can go to that new ice cream place you told me about. sleep well, love you."

#jeno

"jesus, can you guys shut the fuck up– hey, uh, sorry for that, it's jeno. um, i'm calling because we're going to get some drinks at the bar down the street later tonight, and i– we were wondering if you maybe wanna tag along? we thought it could be fun hanging out outside of class since the semester is almost over. it's fine if you're busy though, no pressure. we're going out around, uh, nine, i think? so if you're up, call me back and i'll give you the details, yeah? alright, that's all, talk to you later. seriously, you guys are such fucking–"

#haechan

"uhm... hi, it's donghyuck. you probably didn't pick up since you don't have my number, but, uh, i called tell you that you left your sunglasses at the library yesterday. i asked mark for your number because we won't see each other untill chem next week and i thought you might need them, so... if you'd like to get them back just let me know? we could meet at the library again, or at get a coffee... or something. or i can give them to you in chem. whatever works for you! i don't mind either. just, uh, just let me know, okay? bye."

#jaemin

"hi, baby. how are you holding up? you must be sleeping, that's good. you need a lot of rest, hm? i hope by the time you're listening to this you will be feeling a little better. did your fever go down yet? there's food from my mom that i left in your fridge, you should eat that, i'm sure it's going to set you up. remember to stay hydrated too, yeah? i'll drop by with some groceries tonight, so let me know if you want anything specific. now rest well, love, i'll see you later."

#chenle

"y/n... you told me to call you when i get home, so why didn't... why aren't you pickin' up? well i– i'm home now, and, uh... renjun drove me there, so don't worry. anyways... i wanted t'say thank you, for coming to the game today. i honestly think we won only because you were there. you looked like... really, really... pretty. like... super pretty. when you, uh, hugged me after the match, i almost kissed you, you know? you're like my lucky charm... yeah, my lucky charm. i wanted to kiss you really bad. i wish you were here now so i could kiss you. can you come over tomorrow? mhm, 'm gonna go to bed now. bye, y/n–"

#jisung

"hey, how are you doing? it must be the middle of the night for you, you're probably asleep. i hope i didn't wake you up, i'm sorry if i did... i called you because i wanted to hear your voice. i, uh... i miss you, a lot. we had a day to ourselves to explore a bit, it was fun! it really was. but the whole time i couldn't stop thinking about how much more fun it would be with you there. i didn't want to kill the mood for the others, but i couldn't help missing you more today. did you miss me more, too? maybe it's like a soulmate thing... god, i sound so cheesy right now. anyways, the guys said they miss you too. chenle said we should all get hotpot together when we're done with the tour. sounds nice, right? oh, this voicemail is getting long... let's talk when you wake up, i'll call you after the concert. i lo– i miss you. sleep tight."

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Rule Breaker - Pt 2

max verstappen x single mom!reader

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warnings: cursing, reader y/nsplains, jos is an asshole, fluff, barely proofread, logan tries to flirt, y/n's bestie is a tumblr girlie at heart, kiddo steals the show Summary: Max has it all...right? Besides, he's too busy collecting trophies and completing side quests for anything else. Until... You moved across a whole ass ocean to start over, uprooting you and your son's lives to become social media admin for cars that drive in circles. word count: 6833 auth.note: thank you all so much for the love for part 1!!! ily all and i'm having so much fun writing this

The paddock was relatively quiet so early in the morning. Unable to sleep, y/n had left the hotel and made her way to the track. She was taking the opportunity to explore the settings on the camera and getting her bearings since she didn't have any work duties to complete until later in the day. She had expected Kevin to want to come with her, but he'd opted to sleep in with Ellie, who would bring him to the track later. So she wandered, exchanging the occasional greeting with others. Stopping to take a photo of a bird perched on the fence in front of pit lane, she backed up, crashing into someone.

"Whoop, s'cuse me, sorry," she said, turning to apologize properly. She recognized the two men by their faces but her mind blanked on their names.

"It's alright, ma'am. Didn't mess up your shot, did we?" His American accent was a happy surprise.

"I don't think so." Smiling, y/n lowered the camera. "My fault, and I'll blame it on being new."

"Marketing?" The other man guessed.

Australian. And suddenly she remembered their names. "Social media. I'm y/n."

"So great to meet you." Logan tipped his head slightly. "Carolina?"

"God, you can take the hick outta Carolina, but you can't take the Carolina outta the hick." He grinned and she laughed. "North Carolina, yeah."

Oscar stared at Logan. "How did you guess that? She just sounds plain American?"

"No, dude, it's the lilt. It's like when George got pissed we couldn't pick up on the different English accents."

"Can he pick up on the different American south accents?" y/n asked.

Logan rolled his eyes. "He knows Brooklyn, Midwest, valley girl, and just south."

"In his defense it's hard to pick out each individual one," Oscar pointed out.

Y/n shrugged. "You've got a point. I sound different from people that grew up just an hour from me."

"Yeah! And I know mine's been butchered from so much time in Europe." Logan nodded.

"You still sound more like home than anyone else I've met."

"I was gonna say the same thing – you sound like home." He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that had her smiling in return.

"And what do I sound like?" Oscar asked with a grin.

"A magical place far, far away," y/n told him. She covertly checked the time and wondered if hospitality had finished setting up so she could get some coffee.

"Hear that? I sound like Star Wars."

"She's using southern charm on you, dude," Logan snorted.

"Well it's working, I'm charmed."

A giggle bubbled up her throat and she let it free, raising her camera and giving them a hopeful look. "Okay?"

"Hang on—" Logan fussed with his hair, and y/n laughed when Oscar reached to help him, then they both had to fuss with Oscar's hair. "Think we're presentable enough?"

She nodded, moving so the sunlight was beside them. She got several photos and thanked them. "I'll send them to y'alls social media teams?"

"You can just send it to me." Logan began patting his pockets for his phone.

"Unbelievable," Oscar muttered under his breath, and y/n barely heard it, giving Logan her number and adding him to her contacts once he'd sent her a text.

"I should get going – Sorry for bumping into you."

"Don't apologize, I'm glad you did."

As she walked away she gave her head a little shake, smiling to herself when she overheard Oscar's grumbling that Logan had flirted with fuckin' Red Bull's social media admin. Something told her to glance back and she did, amused to see Logan watching her. Don't show interest, don't show interest, don't—

He gave a little wave. And she smiled, waving back.

Fuck.

Ducking around the corner, she wandered until she found hospitality, grogginess taking over as she made her way to the back to fix herself coffee. She recognized a couple engineers and mechanics that she'd met in Milton Keyes and greeted them, settling into a corner to drink and look over the pictures she'd gotten.

She was on her second coffee, had uploaded the pictures to her laptop, and was editing the first batch for a short video when the chair across from her was pulled out, taking her shoe with it.

"Sorry," Max said when she yelped, chuckling as he bent to pick up her shoe. "Didn't know you were attached."

"Bad habit I'm afraid." Taking the shoe, she shifted to put it back on. "Picked it up when I was pregnant now I do it without thinking."

"For the swelling?" he asked, sitting down and taking a sip of his coffee.

"Yeah." After tying the shoelace she shifted, tucking one foot beneath her. "Good morning, by the way."

"Morning. Already working?"

"I'm gonna do a short photo tour of the track. I got some nice shots."

"You walked the track?"

"I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, so… It's beautiful first thing in the morning."

Max nodded, picking up his coffee again. "Why couldn't you sleep?"

"Max, you should know that hotel beds suck. Especially with a three year old sleeping sideways and a snoring friend in the other bed. Is this where you tell me you slept great?"

"Haha, no. My sleep was shit but it wasn't because of the bed. I didn't get enough." He rubbed a hand over his face. "I was up late sim racing."

"Okay, explain sim racing to me," she requested, slipping one earbud in so she could check that the music she'd selected went well with the photos. Tweaking it as he began to talk, she realized she was barely paying attention to her work, exporting and posting the video to all the platforms then closing her laptop to focus on him. He talked with his hands. It was something she'd picked up on already, that if he was focused on the topic he used his hands. Maxplaining the fans called it. Finishing her coffee, she listened intently, propping her chin on one hand.

 He smiled, almost shyly, as he finished. "It's something I truly enjoy. I'm not very sociable. I like going out once in a while, but I prefer to stay in, yeah? And I can spend hours in the sim without thinking twice."

"I spent the last few days watching a lot of interviews. Not just of you and Checo, but everyone on the grid," y/n said softly. "Leclerc talks about piano and his family, Norris talks about gaming and DJing, and Hamilton has his six hundred side projects."

"Yes?" He didn't look or sound impatient for her to get to the point, and she appreciated that.

"The thing is, they all have passions outside of racing. This – formula one, fastest cars, all that – is a goal, a dream, but they all have something else they love, that they can pursue now." She paused, meeting his eyes. "The only thing I've seen you passionate about is racing."

He blinked once, nodding his head. "Because it is my passion."

Y/n regarded him carefully for a moment. "You're very lucky, Max."

That must have surprised him, because his brow furrowed. "Why do you say that?"

"Not everyone is able to be successful following their passion. Being able to do what you love for both a job and hobbies is almost unheard of, yet you're doing it. You break records and win races and yeah you've had a few setbacks but you're still in love with this. And on your off time you're training to be better and studying tracks and you go home and race on your computer." She shook her head in amazement. "You're incredibly lucky, that your passion is not only something you're good at but something you can be immersed in nonstop, and that you haven't lost your love for it."

"I guess I am lucky," he said carefully. "But luck had nothing to do with me getting into formula one."

"I know." She held up her hands, not wanting him to think she thought he was in the position he was purely by chance. "I can't imagine how much work you've done over the years, or how many sacrifices you've had to make. It's just… In my experience, passion doesn't always equal financial stability is what I'm trying to say."

"What's that saying? Do something you love and you never work a day in your life?"

Y/n snorted. "That's bullshit. I love sleeping and yet I still have to work."

That made him laugh and she rolled her eyes, even though she enjoyed the sound. "Surely you love more than sleep."

"I love a lot of things. Maybe that's been my problem all my life. I find things and fall in love with them and when I think hey this might be it something new and shiny comes along and I fall in love with that."

"There's nothing wrong with being passionate about many things," Max said gently.

"That's what I keep telling myself. And yet—"

"Are you saying you don't love your job?"

She froze, a wave of panic rippling through her. "Uhmm… Since it's technically my first day I can't answer that."

"Okay. Do you love your social media?" he asked, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table.

The table which was, suddenly, smaller than she remembered.

"I like engaging others. I like creating conversations and seeing my work appreciated," she finally said.

"You sound like a PR person. Do you love it?" He enunciated each word slowly.

She couldn't say yes. The answer wasn't no, either, because she didn't hate it. "I personally hate it. But you've learned how to make it work for you, yeah? How to word things to spark a conversation among followers? What type of content people appreciate?"

"I like to think so."

"Stop being so unsure of yourself. You study it, right? At your last job when you posted a video and no one liked it what did you do? "

She exhaled harshly. "I compare it to ones that did well and pick it apart to see why it didn't work."

"Why?"

"Why?" she echoed.

"Why did you pick it apart?"

"Because I wanted it to do well," she said slowly.

"And these conversations you want to create, do you join in or sit and watch them happen behind the safety of your screen?" He reached over, gently turning her laptop so he could see the screen.

"I engage. I reply and ask questions to make the viewers want to keep the conversation going."

"Why?"

"Because—" She clicked the mouse, bringing up the comments below the video she'd posted to Instagram. "These comments? Come from people that love this brand – or sport. Some of them are trolls who just want to start up an argument to make their boring lives more interesting for a few minutes, but for the most part it's people who care. People who want to see this team do well. People who had the dream of doing it themselves but life got in the way. People who watched it with their parents and still watch to stay connected to someone they love. It's little kids who want to be like you. It's people who spend their hard earned money on a t-shirt or a hat or a ticket to see someone they admire live out their dream." She took a quick breath, scrolling through the comments. "If I don't like or respond to them, they feel like their opinions don't matter. And maybe they don't in the grand scheme of formula one. But they want to be seen and heard. When I click and they see that Red Bull Racing liked their comment or replied with an emoji or whatever, they have a few seconds of elation, and their support of this team is cemented just a bit more."

Max blinked at her, and she continued even though she heard him draw a breath to speak.

"I know very well how horrible social media can be. However, I've seen how it fosters growth for a company. You're not stupid, I'm sure you've seen how TikTok challenges or Instagram livestreams have brought in more support. Not to mention money. If a post of you wearing your Red Bull shirt gets a million likes, I can probably pull the data and show you that a hundred thousand people went to view the shirt on the official shop and probably twenty-five thousand ordered one. A silly picture of you arriving for race day or a new helmet design pulls people in and gets them excited. And, yes, it makes money. Which in turn pays the salaries of everyone on the team."

"Y/n."

She sucked in a breath. "I'm—"

"Passionate," he whispered before she could say sorry.

"I know what it's like to enjoy something and never feel included," she murmured. "So, yeah… I guess I love what I do, because I like that I can include people in something they love."

His hand covered hers briefly. "For a moment there, I even loved social media."

She watched his fingers squeeze hers before they slid away, wondering why his touch lingered. "Yeah?"

"It's easy to forget that there are real people saying nice things. Sometimes all you can see is the negativity."

"Negativity only breeds more negativity—"

"And when you look at it, it's all you'll see," he murmured.

"Well… So far everything I've posted today has been met with positivity."

"That's good."

"Okay, a few comments about wanting to see Lando on the podium. Thank you for letting me rant about why I do what I do," she said, glancing at his hand without meaning to.

"You let me do the same," he reminded her. Lifting his chin, he waited until she looked at him again. "Are you too busy to see what I was talking about?"

"I don't have anything scheduled until after lunch."

"Perfect." He lightly drummed on the table and stood. "Do you want to see my rig?"

"You do know I won't have a clue what anything but the computer and monitor are, right?" Smiling, she stood and began packing away her stuff.

Closing her laptop, he handed it over, catching her earbud when it fell off the edge of the table. "Maybe you'll like it so much you'll want one of your own."

*-*

He was rambling, he knew he was, telling her about the setup and his plan for the 24 hour race over the weekend and how he had everything scheduled so he could do two of the things he loved most. But he could tell she was paying attention, actually listening, as if she really cared. Rubbing his palms against his thighs, he finished and looked up at her.

"So this is your actual job and the f1 thing is just a hobby?" she teased.

Laughing, he got to his feet and got himself a can of Red Bull. "It's just racing, y/n."

"And racing is life."

"Absolutely." He watched her muffle a yawn behind her hand.

"Am I allowed to mention it in my posts? Because it sounds so badass. Sim race stint then qualifying, chug a Red Bull, sim race stint then race."

"You can mention it, not like it's a secret." He watched her hide another yawn and cleared his throat. "Looks like you need a Red Bull."

She shook her head. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Nodding, he checked the time. Just over an hour before he had to meet with his trainer. "Of course."

"I hate Red Bull," she whispered.

He choked on a laugh. "You what?"

"I've tried so many times! I can just about stomach one of the flavored editions, but the original? Tastes like battery acid to me." She looked embarrassed and covered her face with her hands. "Please don't tell anyone."

"You hate the drink. So you accepted a job with a team owned by the drink company." He wanted to laugh. It was so absurd to him.

"Yes," she groaned.

"That would be like me taking a job at Instagram."

"I know it's so bad. What makes it worse is I love Monster—"

"Of course you do," he said with a roll of his eyes.

"Please say you won't tell anyone. If corporate hears, I'll probably get fired. It's in my contract that I can only drink that while in pubic during race weekends which means I've got to either stick to water or learn to fake it."

"Your secret's safe with me," Max promised, breathing in the aroma of her perfume as she moved past him to get her bag.

"Thank you. I think Ellie would kill me if I told her I have to find a new job."

He didn't want her to go so soon. Ridiculous because he knew he'd see her in just a few hours. By the end of the weekend he'd be sick of seeing her. Sipping his drink, he finally sighed and cleared his throat. "You can take a power nap."

She whipped her head around, sending a wave of her perfume his way. "What?"

"A power nap." Before he could stop himself he was setting down his drink and taking her bag off her shoulder. "Thirty minutes, and you'll feel great."

"Max—"

"You need to be alert and focused, and I don't have a Monster for you to drink. Please, I insist." He motioned to his bed in the far corner, gently nudging her shoulder when she hesitated.

"You're sure?" she asked softly, and when he assured her he was she bent to take off her shoes, looking almost elated as she walked over to the bed. "Wait, I need to set an alarm."

"I'll wake you."

She lifted an eyebrow and he pulled out his phone to set a thirty minute timer. Satisfied, she sat on the edge of the bed, thanking him several times as she laid down and curled up on her side. "Thirty minutes."

"Thirty minutes," he murmured, sitting on the couch to answer emails. It was fifteen minutes before she stopped shifting and kicking, and when he heard her breathing even out he knew she was asleep. Resetting the timer, he stood and carefully pulled the blanket over her, then returned to the couch and tried his best to ignore that she was sleeping in his room.

Her phone started buzzing on the table. She didn't stir so he ignored it, focusing on his email. That was impossible though so he cleared out his unread texts, one foot bouncing each time he heard her breathe. A mistake. It had been a mistake. He jumped up when her phone began to buzz again and, glancing from it to her, he realized she would undoubtedly sleep through it. He picked it up and was about to silence it when he saw the name on the screen. Ellie. That was her friend that was helping with Kevin… Something could be wrong, so he answered the call and lifted the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, we just— Who's this?"

"Max. This is Ellie?"

"…Yes…" The woman sounded wary. "Why are you – Oh! Max! Right of course. Um, is y/n okay?"

Max looked over at her, smiling faintly when she shifted. "She's fine. Taking a nap, actually."

Ellie snorted. "Of course she is."

"Is everything okay with Kevin?"

As though aware of the question, Kevin began chattering in the background. "Yeah, he's perfect. I was calling to let her know we just got here but I ain't got a clue where to go."

"Are you at the main entrance?" he asked, slipping out of the room so he wouldn't wake y/n. Ellie told him where they were and he nodded as he pulled out his own phone to text one of the team assistants. "You're going to walk down to the turnstiles, scan your passes and come through. Someone will be there to meet you and bring you to the motorhome."

"Ok perfect. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. We'll be downstairs to meet you." Ending the call, he checked that the assistant was going to meet them then reentered his room. He closed the door and silenced his timer. "Y/n?"

She hummed in her sleep, and he smiled while he crossed over to the bed.

"Y/n," he called gently. She groaned, shifting to face away from him and it suddenly occurred to him that when he went to bed that night he would smell her on the pillow and the sheets. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea, but it was too late now.

Would he be an asshole if he had his sheets changed before the end of the day?

Leaning down, he gently touched her shoulder. She inhaled sharply and he saw her eyes snap open. "You have company on its way," he said softly, tugging the covers back in case she tried to get comfortable again. His eyes swept down, locking on the skin bared by her shirt, which had ridden up in her sleep. "Come on, you had a nice nap, time to wake up."

"This bed is so much more comfortable than the one at the hotel," she mumbled, slowly sitting up and turning to face him. Smoothing down her shirt, she stretched and sighed, blinking as she focused on him. "Oh! Ellie and Kevin!"

He laughed as she leapt to her feet, his hands immediately moving to steady her. "It's fine, they haven't even made it to the paddock yet. I've sent someone to meet them."

"Oh," she murmured. "Thank you."

His hands were on her hips, and he forced his breathing to remain calm as she rested her hands on his forearms. The space, which had felt roomy and open, now felt tiny with how close she was to him. He was painfully aware of the scant space between them and each place their bodies touched, but more so of her. That heady floral scent of her perfume and the softness of her palms against his skin. The gentle lushness of her hips. He could hear every breath as his gaze traveled up from her hands to her face, lingering on her slightly parted lips before settling on her eyes. "You good?"

"Yep."

"Right. Sorry," he mumbled, releasing her hips and taking a step back. "I'll get your shoes."

What was wrong with him? It hadn't been so long that he got turned on like a teenager just from touching a woman… As he bent to retrieve her shoes he counted back, dragging a hand over his face in humiliation. What must she think of him? He'd brought her to his room, showed off his fancy toys, then let her sleep in his bed. She probably thought he wanted to fuck her—

You do.

—which couldn't be further from the truth. He was just being nice. Because she was nice. That was all.

Wasn't it?

And why, he wondered as he handed her shoes to her and told her about answering Ellie's call, did he care what she thought? Not caring was his specialty.  

"How do you feel?" he asked, finishing his drink in one gulp.

"Refreshed. Thank you so much, Max." She tied her shoes and ran her fingers through her hair. Her lips moved but he didn't hear a word she said, watching her gather her hair and twist and twirl it, securing it with a band from her wrist.

Witchcraft.

"That okay with you?" she asked, slipping her phone into her pocket.

"Of course," he answered automatically.

She clapped her hands together. "Great! I'll put up a post asking for fan questions."

Max blinked, pinching his brows together. "Fan questions."

"Well we can't do an impromptu Q and A without questions." She had her other phone out now, fingers flying across the screen. "We'll do it this afternoon? Just let me know the best time."

Fuck's sake. What had he agreed to? More importantly, how had she gotten him to say yes? Everyone knew he had a low tolerance for marketing. He could take it back and say no, he couldn't do it today. He could tell her to get Checo to do it, that he would do it another time. He'd gotten out of marketing and social media stupidity without a problem plenty of times before. But he was already opening his calendar, going over his schedule, already telling her the open slot he had at 5, and was already putting Q and A with Y/n in that space.

"Perfect," she enthused, shouldering her bag and heading for the door, her fingers still tapping swiftly on the screen. "They should be here about now, right?"

Nodding, he followed her out the room and down, smiling when Kevin came through the front door with a woman he assumed was Ellie. The boy dropped her hand and sprinted over to y/n, who dropped down to hug him tightly. Max looked on, chest squeezing, searching for something that had been lacking, as mother and son talked and hugged, their words overlapping. They both understood each other perfectly, though, and he smiled at Kevin's excited retelling of what he'd had for breakfast. Introducing himself to Ellie, he reached to shake her hand.

"Mister Max!" The boy squealed.

"Kevin!" He was down in a split second, Ellie forgotten and chest constricting tighter as Kevin hugged him like a long lost friend.

"I saw two cats and a horse!" Kevin tugged at his shirt, grinning as he showed off his Red Bull merch.

"You did? What kind of cats?" he asked, taking the boy's cap and beginning to roll the brim for him while the boy described the cats and then the horse. Returning the cap, he enthused over animals, telling him about his own two cats and pulling out his phone to show him a few pictures.

"I miss Cotton," Kevin said with a small pout.

"Is that your cat?" Max saw his trainer approaching and gave him a quick nod.

"Yeah. We can't bring him to Eng-a-lund so Aunt Ellie's sister has him." Kevin's pout melted into a faint smile. "But she sends lots of pictures!"

"That's good. And maybe you'll be able to get him soon."

"Mama says it's s'pensive." The boy sighed as though he had to earn the money to bring his beloved cat to England.

"I know," Max sympathized. "Go with your mum, yeah? I've got to go train."

Kevin's face puckered in confusion. "Train? Like Shang?"

Y/n cleared her throat. "We watched Mulan on the flight last night."

"What did Shang do?" Max vaguely remembered the movie, but it had been years since he'd seen it.

"He made a man out of 'em."

"Okay, doodle bug, we have to let Max get his workout in," y/n said, flashing Max a smile. "If you ask another question he'll start singing the song."

Max stared at her then turned his attention back to Kevin. "What song?"

Because he had to. Because hearing her groan as her son began singing a song about being a man was priceless. And the dramatic way she hung her head when Ellie joined in made him laugh. Kevin giggled, cutting off his singing and looking at Max hopefully. "Will you watch it with me?"

"I—"

"Mister Max is too busy to watch a movie," y/n cut in.

"We'll watch it this weekend," Max promised, hating the sadness in the boy's eyes. Relieved when it disappeared in a flash, he gave him a high five and stood.

"Yay!"

He exchanged a look with y/n, who sighed and nodded, reaching for Kevin's hand. "I'll see you later," he said.

"5 o'clock," she reminded him as he headed out.

*-*

"So…"

Y/n groaned at Ellie's knowing tone. Watching as Kevin was snatched up by Lando so he wasn't crashed into by Charles in the impromptu game of football, she folded her arms over her chest. "So?"

"He had coffee with you."

God, here we go.

"Showed you his private room and his expensive computer setup… Let you take a nap in his bed—"

"He's just being nice," y/n insisted.

"And he's gonna take time out of his ridiculously busy weekend to watch a movie with Kevin." Ellie hummed, taking a sip of her tea.

Ignoring her, y/n looked on as Lando, Oscar, and Logan pretended to fight back the others while Kevin kicked the ball towards the goal. They were all shouting, dramatic and over the top, and above it all she heard the sweetest sound of her son's laughter. When the ball rolled into the net there was a roar that rivaled a championship game, and she joined in the cheering and applauding.

"You could do worse," Ellie murmured.

"Would you stop?" Y/n rolled her eyes, giving Logan a thumbs up when he gestured to the football and Kevin, understanding they wanted to have another quick game.

"He's cute."

"They all are," y/n muttered without thinking, lifting her camera for a few photos for her personal collection. Recognizing Checo when he suddenly appeared in the viewfinder, she snapped more photos, lowering the camera to watch.

"You know—"

"I can't wait for you to start your job so I can come and try to partner you up with a coworker," she huffed, snorting when Ellie gasped.

"You wouldn't."

"In a heartbeat."

"Besides, there's only one person in that group that's technically your coworker," Ellie said.

"I'm not here for that."

"I know." Ellie leaned against her briefly. "Wouldn't be me if I didn't encourage a delusion, though."

"Yeah…" Y/n laughed softly. "It's my first day, of course everyone's already in love with me."

"Exactly."

It was what she loved about Ellie. No matter what, she could make her laugh. Grinning, she watched Kevin bump into Oscar, who immediately collapsed with an exaggerated howl of pain, holding the leg that Kevin hadn't touched. "And they're all so good with kids."

"Total dad material, every one of them," Ellie agreed. "Not a stepdad, a dad who stepped up."

She choked on a laugh, playfully swatting her friend's arm. Because she knew Logan had overheard them. "Stop—"

"And probably more than willing to crack your back—"

"Oh my god." Clapping a hand over her face, she sensed someone approaching. "I have to work with these people."

"Only until they fuck a baby into you."

"Hey, y/n, your kid's so cool," Logan said.

Her face burned but she slowly pulled her hand away, giving him a weak smile. "Thanks."

He propped his hands on his waist, breathing heavy as he watched Kevin dart between Lando, Oscar, Checo, and Alex. "He always this energetic?"

"Fify-fifty. He's either like this or so quiet I worry he's up to something."

Logan chuckled. "Is he a troublemaker?"

"Nah, if he's quiet it's because he's focused on his cars or studying a bug."

"Christ! Get it away from me!"

Y/n's heart lurched at the sudden shriek from Lando, and she barely saw him sprinting away from her son, who was holding something in his hands.

"It's a frog, mate!" Oscar shouted behind him.

"Don't care!"

Kevin slowly walked over to y/n. "Mama, look!" he said, eyes shining with excitement. His cheeks were a little flushed from the hard play and he was giggling. "Mister Lando scared of a l'il frog."

"He's just not a country boy like you, honey," she soothed. "But maybe we should put the frog somewhere he'll be safe?"

"C'mon, Kev, I'll help you," Logan offered.

"Hmm," Ellie hummed once Logan had scooped Kevin up, cupping one hand over the boy's to keep the frog from jumping away.

"Shut it."

"I didn't say a word."

"Please, that hmm contained at least two paragraphs, ten innuendoes, and a pointed reference," y/n said, trailing behind Logan. Looking on as he set Kevin down near the tree line, she got a few pictures of them releasing the frog. She cringed when her son wiped his dirty hands on his shorts but Logan didn't seem to mind, lifting him up and carrying him back to her.

"He's free!" Kevin squealed. "Thanks, Mister Logan."

"Anytime, Kev." He tousled his curly hair after setting him down, flashing a shy smile at y/n.

She returned the smile, eyes following Kevin as he ran back to the game. "He's gonna pass out as soon as we get back to the hotel."

"He could probably run circles around all of us all night," Logan chuckled.

"True…"

"So like…" He cleared his throat. "Are you married?"

God, she loved Floridians. "No," she answered, turning to look at him. "Are you?"

"God no." He made a face at the thought. "So you're single?"

She nodded, already formulating how she would turn him down if he asked her out. She was too busy. Not interested in anything romantic at the moment. It never hurt to be honest, right? She couldn't lie and say she just had a messy breakup or—

"Would you be interested in – I'm not trying to hook up or anything," he said quickly when she opened her mouth. "Just, like, as a friend? I know how it is to feel like a fish out of water here. I'm kind of used to it but I can remember feeling like I was alone and surrounded by people who didn't understand my Americanisms."

"Oh." Aw. Damn it, she couldn't say no to that. "I… Yeah, sure, I'd like that."

He smiled. "Awesome. Maybe we can do something tomorrow after practice?" he suggested.

"Sure, sounds great. Text me?" she requested. Her phone alarm started going off and she pulled it out to silence it. "I gotta go. I'll see you later."

She waved to Ellie and mimed that she had to get some work done, waiting for her friend to wave back before making her way to the garage. While walking she got a message from one of the mechanics that the cars were photo ready and quickened her pace, envisioning the photos she would get of the mechanics and engineers. As she worked she asked questions, truly interested in what everyone did, a small idea forming that she'd run by Mr. Horner later. She knew that she would enjoy mini profiles on the team, with just the most basic of information like their names and where they were from. Maybe how long they'd been on the team, what had brought them to formula one…

"Thanks so much guys," she said as she finished up, declining the offer of a cold Red Bull. Her alarm went off again – twenty minutes to get ready to meet Max in the lounge back at the motorhome – and she switched off the camera, waving bye and turning to leave the garage.

She slammed into a human wall, grunting in surprise as she stumbled back. Twice in one day, really? The bump had caused the camera to slam against her ribs and she rubbed the spot gently. "I'm sorry! Wasn't looking where I was going."

She expected a chuckle, a reassurance that it was a hazard of the job. Maybe even an apology in return. Instead, the older man sneered at her, looking her up and down in such a way she felt like a child caught misbehaving. "You need to learn your place."

She gulped, fear prickling through her embarrassment. And even though she knew she hadn't done anything wrong, she found her mouth opening to apologize. "S-sorry."

"Horner know better than to hire amateurs," he muttered, scoffing. "He obviously didn't hire you for your looks."

She bristled at that. "I beg your pardon?"

"As you should." He brushed past her.

She felt weak. Clammy and cold. Shuddering slightly, she swallowed hard and left the garage, heading straight for the motorhome, where she was able to catch her breath. Who the hell had that been? He'd been wearing a Red Bull pass, so he had to be on the team. He was obviously important. She couldn't imagine him being considered her boss, not when everyone else had been so nice and—

"Ah, y/n, are you ready to do the Q and A?" Max asked.

Y/n felt her lungs burn and sucked in a breath, staring at the cup of coffee she'd made herself. "Y-yeah, I'll meet you up on the deck?"

Please go up, please go up, please go—

"What's wrong?"

Goddammit.

"Y/n?" He looked and sounded concerned, and she ducked her head as he walked over. "Hey…"

"I'm fine," she lied.

"You're a terrible liar," he said, leaning against the counter. "What happened?"

"Nothing, I'm just overreacting." Rubbing her hand over her face, she shook her head and reached for the coffee. "Just a run-in with an asshole."

"But I haven't seen you in three hours." Max's lips barely twitched at the corner.

"Not you, a different asshole." She felt her cheeks burn and groaned. "I'm not saying you're an asshole!"

"You don't have to, I already know I can be an asshole at times." Folding his arms over his chest, he met her eyes. "Who was it?"

"That's the thing, I don't even know. I was coming out of the garage – You know, I went down to get pics of the mechanics? Anyway, I was about to text you about the Q and A and wasn't looking where I was going and bumped into him."

"Who?"

"I don't know. Older, kinda tall? Sour faced." She raised a hand to the man's approximate height. "I apologized and he told me I need to learn my place, then said I was an amateur and Horner obviously didn't hire me for my looks – I didn't ask his name because I was in shock. All I know is he had a Red Bull pass."

Max's brow furrowed, and she felt him tense. Then, to her surprise, he described the man perfectly.

"Yeah, that's him." She bit her lip. "You know him?"

"Unfortunately," he muttered. "It's my dad."

"Oh." Y/n looked down at her coffee. "Sorry."

"Me too." He sighed, pushing away from the counter. "Don't listen to him, yeah? You have more right to be here than he does, and you're not an amateur. As much as I hate social media, even I can tell that you're excellent at your job."

"Thank you," she whispered. "I just… I've spent my entire adult life working to improve myself and discover my own worth as a human being, and I can give other women empowering pep talks, but I still freeze when a man that thinks he's better than me talks down to me."

"Fuck him," Max said simply. "He's not your boss, he can't control anything you do in your life."

"Either you're really trying to make me feel better or you really don't like your dad," she murmured. When he didn't reply, she slowly lifted her gaze. Seeing the muscle in his jaw twitch, she felt a pang of sympathy. If the man had been that rude to her, a stranger, she couldn't begin to imagine what he'd been like to his own son.

"If he speaks to you like that again, you let me know."

"I don't want to cause a fuss—"

"Not wanting to cause a fuss is why he thinks he can get away with it," Max pointed out. "I'll speak to Christian—"

"Max, no, it's literally my first week!"

"Which is why you have to set boundaries now. He'll either treat you with the respect you deserve or he'll be banned from the paddock."

Y/n blinked in shock. "You'd have him banned?"

"In a heartbeat." The look on his face told her he was serious, from the determined set of his jaw to the way he kept his eyes level with hers. "So either you mention it to Christian in the team meeting or I will."

"God," she groaned, knowing that this had to be just one tiny item among a long list of infractions for Max to want him banned. "Okay. I'll tell him before the team meeting tomorrow."

"Good. Come, let's do the Q and A. You ready?" he asked, taking her empty cup and throwing it away.

"Yeah." Grateful for the distraction, she walked to the stairs with him. "I did a clip of you looking confused and posted it on TikTok and Instagram that went viral because I captioned it When You Ask Max Verstappen About Anything But Racing. Oh and I found out Tumblr fans love making gifs of you laughing. Twitter likes making memes out of your face. Whereas Facebook is mostly a bunch of boomers commenting about how I'm ruining the integrity of the sport."

"I really do hate social media," he snorted.

"And that is why I'm doing social media," she teased. Halfway up the stairs, she slowed, turning to look at him. "Thank you, Max."

"For hating social media? You're welcome."

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Sick - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

summary: wanda goes above and beyond to take care of her girlfriend when she gets sick

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You woke up very suddenly and expected the daylight to be blinding, but it was pitch black. Picking up your phone, you checked the time. 3:23am.

Ever since you had moved in with Wanda, you rarely woke up in the middle of the night. A slight ache troubling your head made itself known, however you decided to ignore it and blame it on being tired.

Later on, you woke up again and reached out in search of your girlfriend's comforting embrace, but all you were met with was cold sheets.

A shiver made its way up your spine, however you were simultaneously sweating as though you had just ran a marathon. Your throat was irritated and your headache had escalated into a throbbing sensation throughout the entire expanse of your head. There was a dull ache pulsating around your entire body and your nose was entirely blocked.

Just then, Wanda walked into the room, a thin layer of sweat covering her skin. "Good morning baby girl," she said as she walked over to you and gently pressed a kiss to your paler than usual lips. "M'cold," was all you could get out before an aggressive coughing fit hindered your ability to speak.

Wanda assisted you into a comfortable sitting position and gently rubbed your back as the sound of violent coughs echoed through the room, and then proceeding to get a bottle of water for you from the little fridge Tony insisted was put in everyone's rooms.

"Sorry," you smiled sheepishly at your girlfriend after you had almost drank the entire bottle of water. "Don't worry about it," she smiled before kissing your temple and laying you back down, gently tucking the fluffy green blanket on the bed around you.

She felt your forehead, but then retracted her hand quickly. "You've got a fever baby, you're really hot." she told you. "I know you are but what am I," you said tiredly, your fever-ridden brain not fully registering anything that was happening around you.

Wanda helped you take some medicine, and gave you a heating pad to keep you warm while she went to shower after an intense sparring session with Steve.

"I'll be back soon princess," she smiled before walking into your en suite. You clutched the heating pad close to your chest and spent most of the time your girlfriend was in the shower coughing, sneezing, and blowing your nose.

When Wanda walked back in, you were on the verge of tears from the incessant pain radiating throughout your body. Your girlfriend looked at you with worried eyes and gently encased you in her warm, comforting embrace. "It hurts," you croaked hoarsely, "what hurts baby?" she asked. "Everything," you told her, pouting up at her dramatically.

She giggled to herself and walked back into the bathroom, the sound of running water causing your ears to perk up, before she returned to scoop you up into her arms and gracefully carry you through to the room filling with steam and the scent of strawberries.

Wanda carefully assisted you on removing your slightly damp from sweat pyjamas and helped you into the tub, positioning herself behind you. You leaned back against her front and sighed contentedly, the warm water soothing your achey muscles.

She washed your hair and body gently, kissing the top of your head every so often. Gratitude radiated from your drowsy grin towards your caring girlfriend.

The redhead picked you up and stepped out of the bath cautiously, drying then dressing you in some underwear and one of her jumpers and a stretchy pair of leggings. You rested your head on her shoulder as she carried you back to bed, before going to get some clothes for herself.

She gently climbed into bed with you and you cuddled up to her, allowing her to wrap her arms around you. She was so warm and cozy and being held by her made you instantly feel slightly better.

Nuzzling your face into her side, she stroked your hair, comforting you with soft compliments every now and then.

Wanda heard your breathing even out after a while, she knew you were asleep and she just couldn't help but stare down at you. She thought you were so beautiful and perfect and was so happy to call you hers.

It broke her heart to know you were sick but she knew it happened to everyone and all she could do was help make you feel better. She slowly drifted off to sleep, holding her gorgeous girlfriend in her arms.

You stirred awake after a while, still cuddled up to Wanda, the perfect way to wake up. Although you felt almost worse than you did before, you were just so grateful to have her beside you.

Pietro came speeding in after a while and you smiled weakly at him, your muscles aching too much to actually move. "What's wrong, rýpka?" he asked you, smiling sadly while walking over to the bed to sit next to you and Wanda. The nickname he called you made you giggle a little, it had come from the first day you met him.

You were told by Tony to show him and his sister around the compound, however when showing them one of the many pools, you slipped and fell in. He laughed until his ribs hurt and his face was red.

From then on he always called you rýpka, or 'little fish.'

He felt your forehead with the back of his hand and ran off, but was back in less than a second. He had brought more food, water and medicine for you. He was like a brother to you, he always had your back.

"Thanks," you told him, your voice still sounded akin to that of a dying chicken. He engaged in light conversation with you until you fell asleep, then went back to the living room to let the other avengers know Wanda and you wouldn't be down for dinner.

When you woke up again, the smell of something delicious infiltrated your senses. You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting to the light coming through the windows. It had an orange hue, casting a dancing assortment of colours across the room.

Wanda was perched on the bed next to you with a bowl of soup. "Do you want to try and eat something proper, malyshka?" she asked, smiling at you. "Sure," you replied weakly. She helped you sit up between her legs, your back resting against her chest, mimicking the positioning you had arranged yourselves into while in the bath, and she assisted you in eating the soup.

"Mm did you make this? It's really good," you smiled at her, "No," she giggled, "Pepper made it, she said it would help you feel better." You smiled and made a mental note to thank Pepper next time you saw her.

Once you had finished your soup, Wanda put the bowl in the kitchen, and while she was gone, Bucky came in to check up on you. "Hey, doll, I heard you were sick?" he said, genuine concern in his voice.

When Bucky first started living with the team, most of the other avengers iced him out, but Wanda, Pietro and yourself welcomed him with open arms. You quickly learned he was really sweet and instantly became one of your best friends in the tower.

You smiled at him and tried to tell him you had began feeling better but ended up choking on air and coughing as though you were trying to remove your own lungs. He rubbed your back with his non-metal hand, after all this time, he was still worried about hurting people with his metal arm.

You leaned into his side once you had finished coughing and he hugged you. After a few minutes, Wanda came in and smiled at the two of you. Bucky got up and left the two of you alone, as Wanda sat down next to you.

"Tony said he has some medicine that can hopefully make you better, if you want?" she told you. "There is nothing else in this world I can even imagine wanting more right now," you replied, laughing. You threw on some pajama bottoms and Wanda picked you up and carried you down to Tony's lab.

"Hey, honey, how are you feeling?" he asked. Tony had always been like a father figure to you, and Pepper a mother. You had grown up in an abusive household, eventually your parents kicked you out, and unfortunately. HYDRA found you.

"Not great," you told him. "Well then, let's get you fixed up," he said, taking you from Wanda's arms. He gave you a reassuring pat on the back before laying you down on one of the beds in the medical section of the lab.

Bruce walked in and smiled at you all, "so what's up, y/n?" he asked. You looked at Wanda so she could explain for you, similar to when your parents talk to the doctor for you as a child.

"She's had a high fever, she's been coughing and sneezing like crazy and she said her muscles hurt." she explained. Tony asked FRIDAY for some kind of fancy chemical and then told you to look away from your arm.

You felt a sharp prick and flinched, wincing a little at the pain. Wanda was instantly by your side, holding your other hand and rubbing her thumb in little circles to comfort you.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Tony said, smiling at you. Telling him not to worry about it, you thanked him for his help. "You should feel better by the morning, goodnight, honey," he told you. "Goodnight, Tony," you said back.

Thankfully the medicine made you extremely drowsy, knocking you out as soon as your head hit the pillow and you woke up the next morning feeling good as new.

You were walking down the hallway when you heard coughing come from Bucky's room. You quickly ran to elevator and told FRIDAY to take you down to the main floor. "Yes, of course Miss y/n," she replied.

"Miss y/n," she said after a few seconds, "yes FRIDAY?" you asked. "Sergeant Barnes has a message for you, 'Y/N YOU SON OF A BITCH I WILL KILL YOU FOR GETTING ME SICK'" he then burst out into a coughing fit and you couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Tell him I'm sorry and I'll bring some of Pepper's magic soup in a bit," you told the AI. "Of course miss."

You stepped into the kitchen and loaded your plate with a stack of pancakes as tall as you could manage. It had only been a day, but you had missed eating food with the team.

[moonstruckme]

not sure if you’re taking requests buttttt poly!marauders but they’re kinda overprotective bfs and she sneaks out to go to a party with marlene or her girlfriends but they find out and show up at the party 💞

Hi don't worry, I am! I think it should show on the requests page linked in my pinned post, but please let me know if it doesn't, I'm still figuring tumblr out and often mess up! I hope this is alright honey, I tried to go for the angst but honestly the more I write the more suspicious I become of my inability to write our boys being anything other than soft with reader! I'll try to work on it but in the meantime I hope you enjoy this <33

cw: mention of concussion symptoms, including nausea, nothing intense or even very descriptive though

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 906 words

You’re aware that the internet had said you were supposed to avoid bright lights, loud sounds, and movement when Remus had looked it up after an unfortunate fall that morning. Just like you’re aware that when your boyfriends left you at your apartment a few hours ago, they’d been trusting you to follow those instructions. But you’re also aware that the internet had led you all to believe your concussion was mild, and that Marlene only has one birthday a year. Damned if you were going to miss it. 

So yeah, you feel a bit queasy as your eyes struggle to track the movement and voices around you, but that’s nothing compared to the contentment of being with your friends. Lily has assigned herself the role of your caretaker, checking that you’re alright every few minutes and shushing anyone who raises their voice too loud around you, and Marlene has attached herself to your side, telling you how much she appreciates you in between beer-scented hiccups. 

“And you’re so nice to come tonight,” she’s saying now, brushing her fingers clumsily but sweetly through your hair. “I can’t tell you how much—uh oh.” 

You have a premonition of ill fate even before the hair on the back of your neck stands up, and you follow Marelene’s unfocused gaze to the curly-haired boy coming towards you.

“Happy birthday, Marls,” he says, his smile only appearing slightly strained, before he turns to you. “Hey, sweetheart. Let’s go home, yeah?”

“Jamie,” you say quietly, and Lily and Marlene leave the couch to give you as much privacy as a party allows. “What are you doing here?”

“Everyone here’s been posting, and you’re in the background of half the pictures.” His smile slips as he crouches in front of you, disappointment in his eyes. “You know you’re supposed to be resting,” he says softly. “C’mon, let’s go.” 

You’re glad that he’s here instead of Remus or Sirius, who surely wouldn’t be as careful about not embarrassing you. James is less stern than the others, and though you feel a bit guilty for doing so, you press that to your advantage. 

“I haven’t drank anything but water,” you say. “That’s gotta count for something, right? And look.” You brush your hair behind your ear, showing him the earplugs you’d put in before arriving. “I’m being careful, see? I’m alright, Jamie, and it’s Marlene’s birthday. Let’s just stay, both of us, okay?”

James looks nearly apologetic. “Remus and Sirius are waiting in the car.” 

You groan, but allow James to pull you to your feet, waving goodbye to your friends with a pout. He supports more of your weight than you really need him to as he walks you outside, where Remus sits in the drivers’ seat of the idling car. Dread settles, along with dull resignation, in your stomach. 

Sirius is in the backseat and you hope James will get in first, but he lifts you in before him, placing you between two of your three upset boyfriends. You can’t look at any of them, allowing James to buckle your seatbelt for you as an oppressive silence, worse than the bass that had brutalized your head inside Marlene’s, stretches out between you. 

True to form, Sirius is the first to breach it. 

“What the hell were you thinking?”

You sigh. “I’m sorry.” 

“You have a concussion! All you had to do was stay home and rest. That website said that lights and loud music—say, the sort of things you’d find at a party—would only make things worse.” 

Normally, you’d argue with him. No matter how hopeless it seems, no matter how obvious it is that Sirius is going to win, you can always meet him head-on and at least make your point. But tonight, with your head throbbing and something about your very being feeling fundamentally wrong, you can’t muster up the energy. 

“I know,” you say. 

Sirius goes silent at the acquiescence in your voice, and he looks at Remus in the rear-view mirror, unsure of how to proceed. James puts a hand on your knee, a tiny gesture of comfort even though he’s upset with you too. The motivation that had driven you to Marlene’s and through the party is wearing off, and you feel suddenly, embarrassingly teary. 

“Do you feel sick?” Remus speaks for the first time, and though his voice is calm, the absence of his usual terms of endearment leave no doubt that you’re still in trouble. 

You clear your throat of the tears that are trying to clog it. “A little.” 

“We’re bringing you to our place to rest.” It’s not a question. “We can go get some things from your place tomorrow, but tonight you can just wear our stuff. Think you can eat something before bed?” 

It’s worse that he’s being kind to you. You’d been prepared for a lecture, but being taken care of is worse. It brings the vulnerability you’ve felt since the frightening pain and dizziness of that morning to the surface, and you keep your face turned towards your lap as your eyes become wet. “Yeah, I think so,” you say, and your voice cracks slightly when you add, “I’m sorry.” 

Sirius makes a sympathetic, pained sound from beside you, and James abandons all pretense of anger, tucking your head under his chin. 

“We’ll talk about it later,” Remus says, a bit more gently. “For now, just try to relax.” 

[veryberryjelly]

humour me

carmen berzatto x fem!reader

cw : fainting, mentions of previous ed, 1 use of y/n [ im sorry ]

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

the bear could be the most chaotic place on the planet.

especially as a server, it was inescapable.

going back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room, two stressful locations that you continually switched between.

it could sometimes be quite dizzying. especially when you hadn't stopped to eat anything all day.

this morning when you left your apartment you just thought you'd grab something on your way out the door, but you didnt.

then you just put the thought of eating out of your head for the rest of the day.

old habits die hard.

when you arrived at the bear, there wasnt a moment to stop and think about it again.

but suddenly it was like every yell for service was being called underwater.

you had to focus really hard on trying to get everything out to the tables in one piece.

but on one trip back to the kitchen, your pale face and slow steps caught the attention of carmen as he made a trip to the fridge.

" hey, you okay ?" he questioned, ignoring the fact that he definitely had a lot more pressing things to do than to check on you.

his question, while simple, took a long time for your brain to register.

logically you knew he had asked you something, but you couldn't figure out what it was or how to answer it.

before your brain could catch up to the real world, everything went dark.

the last thing you recalled was a pair of hands on your waist.

you expected to rouse to the feeling of cold tile against your cheek, but instead it was a scratchy fabric you didnt recognise.

the light wasnt fluorescent, rather warm and coming from across the room as opposed to the ceiling.

as the room came in to focus, as did a figure sat across from you.

carmen.

you weren't sure if this was going to be a pleasant interaction or not, though the slight fondness you recognised in carmen's eyes gave you hope.

he said nothing, instead just standing from his chair and offering you a glass of water.

you moved to sit up on the couch, taking the water from him and taking a few sips as he sat down on the other end of the couch.

he waited until you stopped sipping at the water until he spoke up.

" what the hell happened ? " he questioned, clearly wanting to know why you had just collapsed in the kitchen.

" probably just got a bit hot. " you didnt really feel like telling him you hadn't eaten today, or yesterday now that you thought about it.

" it's 40 degrees outside " he countered, to which you didnt really have an answer. " is everything okay ? "

you figured this might be coming. carmen was one of the few people who knew about your previous issues with food, so it was understandable that he was worried you had fallen back into old patterns.

" everything's fine, carm. i just havent eaten today. that's it. " you tried to brush it off as though it was nothing, but from the way carmen was looking at you, he wasnt letting you off that easy.

you reached over and took one of his tattooed hands in yours, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

" i promise, i'm good. i'll grab some food at home. "

" let me make you something here "

" you don't have to do that carm, i'm f- "

" humour me " he cut you off and you couldnt say no to him.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Hurt III

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your return to Kingsmeadow

The game you make your return in is against Tottenham at Kingsmeadow.

There's a bit of a scare in the morning when you're jumping on the stairs and you slip, letting out a little squeak from the shock of it all.

It sends Momma and Morsa crazy though, both of them rushing to you. Momma grabs your crumpled form quickly, checking over your head for any injuries and Morsa runs through a quick concussion check.

"Fine!" You insist as you try to pull away but Momma keeps your head still as Morsa checks your eyes with the little penlight she has on her keychain. "Just a little fall!"

"No, no," Morsa says," Stay still. We're just checking."

"Should we call Emma?" Momma asks," Do we tell her we can't make it?"

"Can make it!" You say," Not hurt!" You push away Morsa's touchy hands and glare, your little crinkle appearing between your eyebrows as you stare at them both.

"I want you to tell us if you start feeling sick," Momma says," Or if you feel a bit wobbly? Okay?"

"Not hurt!" You say again.

"Doesn't matter," Momma says," You have to promise me you'll say something."

You huff and agree reluctantly.

Morsa keeps a tight grip on your hand as she escorts you into the car and then into the locker room. By this point, you've got the tiniest of bruises near your hairline from your little tumble. It's very small but Sam notices immediately.

"What happened?" She asks, lightly rubbing her finger over it.

You shrug as you munch on your goldfish crackers. You had tried to get Momma to let you have the skildpadder you know she's got in the cupboards but she said that either you admitted that you were hurt or little girls who are just 'fine' don't need skildpadder to feel better.

You're a bit like Morsa, prideful, so you stuck with being fine so now have crackers as your snack for today.

"I fell," You reply," Down stairs. Bumped head. I'm fine."

Sam looks over at Morsa. "Is she? Fine?"

"No concussion," Morsa confirms as she helps you into your Assistant Coach jersey. "Just a little tumble. We're okay, aren't we, Princesse?"

You sigh. "I said that before!"

Morsa rolls her eyes a little at your insistence as Momma comes over to take your hand.

You're going to walk out with her today because it's your first time back with the team since you got hurt and she wants to keep an eye on you until the very last second.

You can hear the announcer as you step out onto the pitch with Momma.

"And a big welcome back for Chelsea's Assistant Coach y/n who returns from injuries!"

You bashfully look down at your feet as the crowd cheers and Momma holds your hand all the way to the bench when kick-off is about to begin.

She waits until Niamh has your hand to let go and kisses you on the head.

Immediately, you try to pull away but Niamh's got a tight grip on you and she gives you a sympathetic look.

"Sorry, kiddo," She says," But you're not allowed out of our sight. You've just gotta sit tight this game."

You don't want to sit tight and you huff loudly so everyone knows that you're annoyed.

"Sorry," Jessie says as her finger ghosts over your new bruise," But it's Captain's orders."

You frown for a moment, sulking in your seat in defiance before a thought crosses your mind. "But I'm the Big Boss," You tell Jessie and Niamh, giving them an unimpressed look that Morsa sometimes gives them," You have to do what I say."

Jessie and Niamh both laugh and shake their heads.

"We really can't," Niamh says," Sorry, kid, but we're more scared of Magda than you right now."

Your crinkle returns. "I can be scary!" You bare your teeth at them.

"About as scary as a kitten," Jessie confesses, pulling you into her lap and curling the sides of her coat around you.

"I'll be scary one day," You say to both of them," I will!"

"I'm sure you will."

When halftime comes around, you try to slip into the tunnel without anyone else. You're goldfish crackers are still in the locker room and you're getting kind of hungry again.

You don't make it very fair though because suddenly you're up in the air and on Millie's hip.

"Where do you think you're going all alone?" She teases," Trying to escape?"

"Hungry," You whine.

"You need to wait for an adult for these things," She tells you as she refuses to put you down during the walk to the locker room.

"Didn't used to," You reply stubbornly.

"Things change, kiddo." She places you on the ground. "Your snacks are where you left them."

The team don't leave you alone for a single moment even though a bunch of people get subbed on and off. You're always within arms reach of someone or cuddled up in their coat with someone. You're not allowed to stand on your seat like you used to be able to, always hurriedly brought down and placed in someone's lap.

"Not hurt," You whine after Momma and Morsa squish you between them when the match is over," Don't need to be watched."

"I think with your tumble this morning," Momma says," That you absolutely need to be watched."

You huff and wrinkle up your nose in annoyance. "Didn't tumble. Just slipped. Didn't get hurt."

"Oh, man," Morsa says in the weird voice she does sometimes when she's not being properly serious," That sucks. Because hurt little girls get to sleep in the Big Bed until they get better."

You freeze suddenly, stopping your walk.

You think for a moment.

You look up at Morsa. "Maybe...Maybe a little bit hurt."

"A little bit?" Momma asks, swinging your joined hands.

You nod. "Uh-huh." You pat at your bruise. "Ow. See, I'm hurt."

"Well then, I guess we better warm up a spot in the middle of the Big Bed for you."

[mapiforpresident]

How Could You Do This Part 2

Part 1

Claudia Pina x reader

warnings: angst

Summary: Claudia tells you the truth

Not proof read so let me know if you see any mistakes.

~~~

Patri was heartbroken at the sound of her best friends soft cries. She thought about what Claudia could have possibly done to make you so upset that you refused to even be in the same room as her.

"Did y/n find out about the surprise?" Patri asked once she heard Pina's crying turn into quieter sniffles.

"I don't think so. I know she doesn't like when I spend a lot of money on her, but I don't think she would have this strong of a reaction."

"Ok well when did she first show signs of being mad at you?"

"She was fine at the beginning of my interview. I let her tik tok on my phone and she was fine with sitting there and waiting for me to finish, but when I was done with the interview I couldn't find her until I heard her crying in the bathroom. I don't know what happened."

Patri realized that this was all her fault. You had seen her text messages from that morning. She had no idea that you would be on Claudia's phone and would be the one that would see her texts. She knew she had to fix this.

"I... I think I know what happened. I think she saw the texts I sent you this morning about meeting up with the agent."

"What texts? I didn't get a text."

"Yes, I texted you this morning that you should tell y/n before she finds out."

Claudia then went and looked and saw the two texts that her best friend had sent her and checked the time of them and it was in fact during the span of time that you had her phone.

"Oh my god... she thinks I'm cheating on her doesn't she. Thats why she was so upset. These texts look so bad. She didn't have any context about who you were talking about. What am I going to do... she doesn't want to talk to me and Alexia won't even let me near her."

"Ok... ok we will figure this out. It will be ok. Its just a misunderstanding. I will call Alexia and try to get her to listen to me and explain the situation. You get the surprise ready and you can show y/n and explain to her what was really happening ok. I will call you back in a little bit after I talk to Alexia," Patri said before she hung up with Claudia and called her captain.

~~~

"Patricia Guijarro you better not be calling me right now. I don't want to hear from you right now."

"Wait, wait hold on, let me explain please. Claudia did not cheat. She never would do that and you know her she is so in love with y/n."

"What happened Patri, and you better not lie to me or leave out a single detail."

Patri then explained the entire situation and let Alexia in on the surprise that started this entire mess. Alexia had no idea what to do. She believed Patri and deep down knew that Pina would never do anything to hurt you. Claudia was so in love with you and Alexia was beyond happy for the both of you. She knew she had to help Patri try and resolve this situation.

"Ok Patri, tell Pina to come over here in thirty minutes and plan a romantic date for them, I will take care of the rest."

"No problem, thank you so much Ale and I really am sorry for causing y/n to be so upset."

"It's not your fault, lets just fix this before it gets any worse."

~~~

"What did Alexia say, can I go talk to y/n. God I can't believe this is happening, I love her so much and I just want to make things right. Hopefully by telling her about the surprise now, she will understand what the texts were about," Pina said as she paced back and forth behind the sofa where Patri had been talking to Alexia.

"Alexia is still upset that we hurt y/n, but she said that you can go over there in thirty minutes and take y/n out on a date to explain the whole situation to her."

"Oh thank god, I'll call and make a reservation at our favorite restaurant."

Claudia quickly made a reservation at the restaurant where you both shared so many memories, including your first date where she was so nervous that she spilled her glass of wine all over you. Claudia thought back over all of her favorite memories with you and knew she had to sort this out quickly before she lost the best thing thats ever happened to her. Finally, it was time to leave, and she hugged Patri goodbye before she headed over to Alexia's apartment.

When Claudia arrived, she was met with a wary glance from Alexia. "She's in the living room," Alexia said softly. "Good luck, Pina and please don't hurt her anymore. It kills me seeing her heartbroken like this."

Claudia nodded and walked in to find you sitting on the couch, hugging a pillow tightly to your chest with old game highlights on the TV. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying. Seeing you like this broke Claudia's heart all over again.

"Y/N," Claudia began, her voice trembling slightly. "Can we talk?"

You looked up, hesitant but nodded. "I don't understand, Claudia. I thought we were happy, but then I saw those texts and..."

Claudia moved closer and gently took your hands in hers as she sat down. "It was a misunderstanding. Those texts were about a surprise I was planning for you. I would never cheat on you, ever. I love you more than anything."

You looked into her eyes, searching for the truth. Pina was always a terrible liar and looking into her eyes you relaxed slightly knowing she was telling you the truth. "A surprise?"

Claudia nodded. "Yes, a surprise. Patri helped me find a new real estate agent after the last one was not meeting any of our requirements. I was meeting a real estate agent because I wanted to buy us a home. A place where we can move in together and build our future. It has everything we both want, including the pool you always dreamed of."

Your eyes widened in shock. "A home? For us?"

Claudia smiled softly. "Yes, for us. I know you don't like it when I spend a lot of money on you, but this is something I really wanted to do. I want to build a life with you, Y/N. If its ok with you I was gone pay the down payment today."

Tears filled your eyes again, but this time they were tears of happiness. "Oh, Claudia. I was so scared. I thought I was losing you."

Claudia pulled you into a tight embrace. "You will never lose me. I promise. I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

You hugged her back just as tightly, feeling the love and sincerity in her words. "I love you, Claudia."

"I love you too, Y/N. More than anything. Now do you want to go tour our new home and then go to dinner?"

[misotsukiiyeooo]

Hello! Can I request for you giving joshua a surprise? Like you lied to him about not being able to make it for concert/caratland but he found you in the crowd ❤️

Just a little Lie

Pairing: Joshua Hong x F! reader

A/N: Hello Anon! This is so cute, I can just imagine his pouty face because he thinks you won't be there.😭 (btw I did add a bit of a twist to it, I hope you still like it!) + not proofread

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 8.8k

Synopsis: After telling Joshua you won't be able to attend his concert, he spots you in the crowd while performing.

Lying in bed next to Joshua you look up at him as he's scrolling on his phone. "Shua..?"

He immediately turns off his phone, putting it to the side to be completely focused on you.

"So you know how your concert's tomorrow right?" You act nervous.

"Yes, I know, what about it?" He smiles at you. "So you see, my mom called me...asking for help. She said it was important..." You trail off as he cups your face.

"It's okay sweetheart. If you can't make it, it's totally okay. Besides, you can always come to my next one, yeah?" He caresses your cheek as you nod.

"You're sure you'll be okay with me not being there?" Looking up a him as the corner of his beautiful eyes crinkle, smiling dearly at you.

"Yes, I'll be alright okay? Now let's go to sleep you have you help your mom." You cuddle closer to him as he kisses your forehead, hugging you back.

Smiling at the thought of how easy it is to trick him, you simply drift off to sleep.

The Next Morning

Waking up to Joshua kissing your nose, you react, scrunching it and having him chuckle. "I was going to get up earlier but I wanted to get up with you since I won't be seeing you for the rest of the day."

He knows just the right words to make your heart melt. "Shall we get ready together then?" He looks at you nodding with his eyes.

After you both finish brushing your teeth together you go out to buy a quick pastry from the bakery because you know how Joshua has a sound-check later.

"Do you want me to drive you to your mom's house?" You almost choke on the pastry you bought. 'shit..I forgot about that.' You curse under your breath.

"What?" He looks at you as it is a red light. "Huh? oh, nothing. You don't have to drop me off, you know it's not that far besides, you have a sound-check later." Trying your absolute best to him refuse, he simply doesn't.

"I know it's not that far but I don't want you walking all that when I can simply drop you off there. Plus I haven't seen your mom in a while, I'm sure she misses me." That much was true but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it.

You know how your mom loves Joshua, and it doesn't even shock you to know she loves him more than you sometimes. He is a sweetheart so you can't even blame her.

"Fine, you can drop me off then..." In panic mode, 'what if she doesn't play along?' You thought.

Arriving in the front of your mother's house. Joshua exits the car to open your side of the door, placing his hand just over your head so you don't hit it coming out of the car.

Knocking on your mother's door, she finally opens it. "Y/n? What brings you by- Aw Joshua! what are you doing here!" She practically jumps on him as he's laughing, hugging her back.

"Good Morning, Mrs. y/l/n!" He smiles at her as she hits his arm lightly. "Oh please, I thought we were done with this! call me Y/m/n!"

You roll your eyes. "Mom..." You whine gaining her attention. "Oh yes, sorry, What brings you by? I thought today was Joshuas' concert right?" She now gets off of your man.

"You know...remember? you called me saying you needed help?" Winking at her as if you need clinical attention.

"Are you okay sweetie? I don't recall me asking- oh? oh! yes, now I remember. Silly me you know I'm getting old so my memories are not so good!" She laughs, and Joshua joins her.

"So, I'm going to help her out okay Shua? Now you don't want to be late for your concert! Go go go!" You push him into his car as he keeps on asking if you nee his help.

"I'll be fine Shua okay? I love you, make sure you have fun today!" Pecking his lips as he returns those same kind words. "I love you too Sweetheart. Don't forget to text me after you finish helping her."

"Okay, now go!" You laugh, waving as he drives off.

"So what was that about? Are you in a fight with him?" Your mom crosses her arms confused.

"No Mom, I want to surprise him at his concert so I had to use you as an excuse." She smiles at you. "How cute, but you have to get ready, his concert starts in a couple of hours!"

"I know! Now I have to run back home to start getting ready. Thank you Mom for helping me, I love you take care okay?"

You start speed-walking away as your mom yells asking you to be careful.

Making your way home you immediately head to your closet. Putting on a cute fluffy soft pink dress you look in the mirror, twirling in the short dress.

After applying some soft yet glittery makeup, you add a pink bow to your hair. Checking the time, you notice it's 5 pm. One hour until the concerts start! 'I didn't know I took that long' You thought.

You don't forget your lightstick and Joshua picket which you designed with pretty pearls and some bows.

"Time to surprise Shua!" You accidentally yell out excitedly.

Joshua's POV

Getting ready to be on stage, Jeonghan approaches me. "Where's Y/n? She's always backstage with you before the concert starts."

"She had to help her mom," I answer him as he smiles. "Really? help her mom the day you have a concert? You really think she's helping her mother?" He crosses his arms.

"Of course, she's helping her mom. I even dropped her off to confirm it. I told her it was okay though...she could always come to the next one." I just shrug it off while Jeonghan still believes Y/n's lying.

'Even if she was lying, what else would she be doing?' I thought.

Finally, You make it into the stadium. Scanning your ticket you enter, trying to find your seat.

You wanted to be on the floor area but you knew that'd be way too risky so instead, you got the first row of seats where the members could still walkthrough.

'It's starting!!' You stand up excitedly cheering your man on.

Watching him sing, you could still sense the pouty-ness in his voice.'How cute' You said to yourself.

It's now time for them to start walking near the seats. Of course, Seokmin and Soonyoung are the first to start charging at the fans happily while Joshua walks calmly smiling at everyone.

Seokmin sees you and smiles widely not to make it too obvious.

Joshua walks locked arms with Jeonghan His evil twin until he spots you. Right in front of him.

Stopping in his tracks, Jeonghan smiles at you knowing you were going to be here, and walks away leaving Joshua speechless.

Holding your Joshua Picket up you smile at him. "Sweetheart." He mouths while smiling reaching out for your hand.

You also reach out but your supposedly intimate moment gets ruined as a fan reaches out their hand, holding Joshuas.

You and him both laugh as your eyes are glued to one another. "I love you" He mouths.

"I love you too, now go, your members are waiting for you to start the song." You mouth back laughing at his 'oh' expression as he runs cutely to the stage.

The concert's almost over and Joshua has never taken his eyes off of you. Whether it was singing, dancing, or even talking to the fans, he kept looking at you with loving eyes making you blush.

As he sings any love song with the vocal unit he never fails to look at you when saying a certain lyric.

You've almost completely lost your voice from singing and cheering him on so you try your best to not talk at all anymore.

The members are all saying their final goodbye's as the concert is soon ending and it's Shua's turn to talk but you an only make out the last part because you were simply admiring him.

"I'm so glad you've made it to see us perform! I love you all so so much!" He emphasizes the 'so' while looking at you making your heart flutter.

Walking backstage your eyes land on Joshua talking to Seungcheol. Seungcheol gestures for him to look at you with his head before smiling and walking away.

Joshua's eyes sparkle while he walks up to you. He hugs you tightly as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"I thought you weren't coming hm?" His soft voice is all you want to hear. "I wanted to surprise you."

"Well he was most definitely surprised, you should've seen how sulky he was because he thought you weren't coming!" Jeonghan adds making you giggle.

"It's not that I was sulky...I was just a bit upset that's all." He attempts to defend himself.

"Sure if that's what you want to call it." You see Seungcheol shrug as he walks out of the room.

"I didn't know you'd be so sulky and pouty about it." You tease him, caressing his cheeks as he pouts.

"Next time don't lie about not coming..." He looks away. "But that's what makes it fun!"

He looks at you, a bit serious. "Alright alright my pouty Shua, I'll never lie again!" You raise your right hand as if you were in court.

He just laughs and hugs you. "Okay good, but it was a good thing I managed to spot you."

Looking up at him as he still hugs you tightly, "I know right? It would've been embarrassing if you just walked right passed me." You both look at each other and laugh really loud as you hold hands, walking out of the place together. Filling the place with pure happiness and giggles.

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Ft. Eijirou, Izuku, Sero, Katsuki

WC: 651

mha m.list | gn!reader | fluff

a/n: reader has a habit of doing everything on their own without telling anybody or where they're going

Eijiro Kirishima

Eijiro stood in front of you after he asked you to come into the living room so you guys could talk after you guys have been giving each other the silent treatment. He walked slowly towards you with a sympathetic face and held your hands while he stroked your knuckles with his thumbs in circles.

"Babe, I'm allowed to get worried when I'm out there and when you’re also out but you never text me where you are. You have to see this from my point of view too ya know.."

"Okay okay I'm sorry." you hug him and nuzzle your head onto his chest "This sounds stupid but I'm so used to being out alone and not keeping in check.. usually when I go out I just go out, I don't have to text anybody where I'm going or where I'm at.." "I get worried sometimes, okay? I get it you're not used to telling people about your whereabouts but right now I'm your boyfriend…and I need to make sure you're okay, where you are, who are you with or do I need to pick you up. I just need to know that you're okay." he pulled away and looked into your eyes.

"I care about you, a lot…"

"Right…I'll try texting you next time.."

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku's been trying to get you to talk about communicating with you about when you're out. Can you blame him for getting a bit worried when you always just say you're going out and nothing else? He worries about you because most of the time you don't give him any heads up on anything.

"Y/n I really need you to cooperate with me, please just next time you're going to head out you tell me, okay?" His eyes were speaking the words he wasn't, they're pleading with you. He slowly reached out for your hand and placed it on his cheek. He felt comfort with your hand on him. "I need to know that you're okay, y/n.."

"Damnit why'd you have to be irresistible! But sure, zuku, I'll try communicating with you more." And that made him smile so so proud of you.

Sero Hanta

At the time you stepped through those doors he was already looking at you with arms crossed, disappointed. It was written all over his face. “Why didn't you think of telling me you were going out? And by not responding back to my texts?” he spoke with an unsatisfied tone. “Okay I'm sorry I didn't text you back I was occupied with training…” you continued explaining what happened and the reasoning for your absence.

He sighed letting his arms fall to his sides and he huffed “Alright fine that's fine…just tell me where you are next time before leaving me with no clue. I was worried sick about you” his eyebrows were furrowed while reaching out to hold your hand.

“Okay”

“Thank you, amor” as he gave you a kiss on the forehead.

Bakugou Katsuki

Walking through the door quietly to avoid any yelling from Bakugou which only made it worse. He was already there waiting for you on the couch in the dark, very dramatic of him but anyways. “Look who showed up. Where have you been, idiot?” He grumbled you were stammering trying to apologize and it was his turn to speak, “I've been running around like a mad man and I didn't even get a word out of you. And your phone was off, your phone is never off.” He stated, so you showed him your now cracked phone screen and explained what happened.

He can only sigh while holding the bridge of his nose. “Fine, we'll get it fixed next morning, I know w guy.” He said, reaching out his hand to slither around your waist while giving you a kiss on the head with a small whispering “missed you.”

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Mammon likes to sleep. What he doesn't like though, is to wake up in the middle of the night and realise you were out of bed again.

Fandom: Obeyme!SWD

Mammon x gn!reader

(Maybe he's a bit ooc but yeah)

wc: ~0.4k

cw: stress, burnout, a bit of swearing, petnames(treasure), established relationship, crying

A/N: this was my way to cope with exam stress :) I hope you like it

The demon woke up after feeling your side of the bed cold, again for like the third time this week.

This stops tonight.

After getting up groaning, he checked his D.D.D.

3:16 am.

Damn it. How long were you even awake for at this point?

Mammon got out of his room and walked to yours. After knocking for a few times, all without answer, he decided to just go in.

You were sitting at your desk with headphones on as you were flipping through the pages of some books.

"[Name]."

No answer. He tried calling you again.

The boy sighed. He really didn't want to scare you so he just walked next to your desk and slowly put his hand on your shoulder.

You jumped slightly and took the headphones off.

"Mams? What are you doing here?"

"I was about to ask ya the same question, treasure." He sighed smiling slightly. "I thought we talked about this."

"I know, I know. But I promise I just have like 2 pages left and I'll come back to bed-"

"Treasure-" he tried to interrupt you.

"Mams, I'm being serious this time, I really have just-"

"[Name]."

You stopped as he cupped your cheek.

"[Name]. Yer the most hard-working person I know. You studied nonstop this year. I know yer stressed with your exams...but you just have to have faith in yourself. I know you'll be fine. I promise you will. As much as ya hate to admit...yer a bit burnout. And that's okay too. Allow yourself to take a break. If ya want I can even try to help you in the morning. For now just...come back to bed...come back with me, kay?"

You looked up at your boyfriend. Tears were starting to flood your eyes. He knew. He didn't bring it up until tonight but he knew. Of course he did. He was more observant than others often gave him credit for.

You nodded and got up closing the books.

Mammon offered his hand to you.

"Ready to go back to bed, treasure?" He smiled.

"Yeah. I'm ready."

...

Back in bed

"Mams?" You said after you two settled back in bed.

"Yeah, treasure?"

"I'm sorry. And thank you."

"Ya don't have to thank me. I'll always be here."

"I love you, Mammon."

"I love you more, treasure." He started brushing your hair gently with his fingers, lulling you to sleep.

Everything will be alright. Because your boyfriend promised it would. And he never breaks a promise.

A/N: thank you for reading :)

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Regina George x Fem!Reader: (includes janis ‘ImI’ke x Fem!Reader)

3.6k Words: Part 3, Part 1, Part 2

Janis dropped you home, it was quite late so you weren't expecting anyone to be awake, you quietly opened the door, all the lights in the house were off which made you relax.  You take out your phone and turn the flashlight on, gasping in fear when you see the figure of your sister, she stands up to turn the light on and just stares into your eyes, leaving you confused. "I called Bella." She said, with a small smirk in her voice. 

You sighed deeply, rolling your eyes, "And?" You ask, "She said she wasn't with you." You go past her to walk up the stairs and into your room, but she grabs your wrist, stopping you from going any further, "Care to explain that?" You shake your head, "No actually, It's none of your business!" You say loudly, annoyed by how nosey she is. "It is! You're my younger sister and I need to protect you from gross boys!"

You rip your arm away from her grip, "I am fine on my own!" You say loudly before running upstairs and into your room. You just fall onto bed, not being bothered to change, you were annoyed at your sister for being so nosey, and also slightly annoyed at Bella for not covering for you.

Your eyelids start to slowly close, before you know it they are opening again but this time the bright sun is glaring into your room, making you squint your eyes. The first thing you do is check your phone, you see you have a few different messages from a few different people. 

You have two from Janis, one of them was from the night before, "I know you're probably asleep right now but I wanted to wish you goodnight." Then another one from this morning, "Good Morning! Can't wait to see you at school." You smile and blush at the text, you start typing a message back but you keep cringing at what you're saying so you end up only saying, "Morning! I fell asleep so quickly last night I didn't even see this message." 

You smile, seeing that she already saw it and typing but your heart drops when you get a text from Bella, "I'll be there at 5." You throw your phone down and quickly changed, wearing something super casual, you brush your hair, panicking because you don't have enough time to get ready, you couldn't do your makeup or eat any breakfast, you thought you had some time to spare as you were packing your back but then you heard Bella beep her horn, she wouldn't stop.

You let out a loud groan as you put your back around your shoulder and rush out, she is in her car, pretending to be asleep, making you roll your eyes. You open the door and sit in the passenger seat, Bella takes a quick look at you, giggling, "Damn you look like shit." You hit her shoulder, she quickly apologises and drives off.  

You feel your phone vibrate, you sit up slightly so you can pull it out of your back pocket, you look at the notification for a little bit, you were slightly confused but it was from Oliver, being very curious you open it, "Hi, can we talk before school today? Meet behind the bleachers." You look at Bella, then look back at your phone, texting back, "Sure, I'll see you there."

When Bella parks her car, she wants to walk into school with you, as you always do, "Sorry Bel, not today, I have to do something,  I'll see you in class!" With that you run off, going behind the belchers, you pull out your phone, going to text Oliver that you are here, before you're able to send it you feel someone tap your shoulder, you rapidly turn around, smiling when you face Oliver. "Hey." He smiles, "Hi." You smile back.

There was an awkward moment of silence, you were waiting for him to say something because he was the one that told you to come here. "So..." You start and he remembers what he was going to say, "Oh! Yeah! Um.. So I see you're close with Janis and I was wondering." He hesitates before saying, "Would you be able to.. Get me with Damien?" You were shocked with the question, you didn't expect him to like boys, but you didn't want to make a huge deal about it because you know if it was the other way around, you would hate it.

"Sure. I'll try my best." Oliver smiles brightly, giving you a hug, when he pulls away he stares at you, giggling, which makes you confused, "What's wrong?" You ask, he giggles again before saying, "Nothing! I just love your jacket." You smile, looking down at your outfit. You were wearing light washed jeans and a grey hoodie, the hoodie had an image of a dinosaur on it, it wasn't what you normally wear, you just threw on whatever you could find. "Thanks." You say happily, "I'm going to call you Dino from now on." Oliver tells you.

You chuckle quietly, "Okay." He smiles at you, "Bye Dino! I'll talk to you later," When he left, you started to feel a bit sad, you felt sad that he had the confidence to go up to people and tell them that he likes men, you only wished you could do that, you slowly walked to class, no one else was in the hallways because class started a few minutes ago, you weren't paying attention to where you were going, you bump into someone. You look to see who it is and you sigh in relief when you see that it's Janis. 

"Hey Y/n" She smiles waving slightly at you even though you're right next to each other, "Hi Janis." You smile back, trying to break the quietness, but only more silence happens after that, "Do you want to go out? On Friday night?" You smile, nodding your head, she was about to pull you in for a kiss but someone walked out, the two of you quickly pulled away, hoping they wouldn't notice, luckily they didn't and luckily it was Bella. 

"Janis! What If someone saw!" You exclaim loudly but not too loud where someone would be able to hear. You could see she rolled her eyes slightly but tried to hide it, "It was only Bella! She already knows!" You sigh, "It could have been someone else." You say, walking off with Bella trailing slowly behind you. 

When you walked off, Janis started to feel bad for what she said, she knew she had to respect you and if you weren't okay with coming out then that's fine. She pulled out her phone, sending a long message, "Hey Y/n, I'm sorry for what happened back there, I'm not used to hiding my sexuality but I need to respect your wishes, I will try harder from now on." 

A few seconds later after sending the text, she gets one back from you, smiling over reading what you sent. "That's okay, I'm just not ready to tell people I have a girlfriend." 

"You have a girlfriend?" Janis sends back, when you read over what she said, your eyes go wide and you feel the blush form on your cheeks, "Well, Do I?" When you message back, Janis starts typing as soon as you ask the question. The few seconds that she is typing feels like the longest seconds of your life. When the message finally goes through, you have a bright smile, but are still trying to hide it so no one gets suspicious.  "Yes. Yes you do Baby." 

Having a closested girlfriend was harder than Janis though, she knew it was going to be hard but she didn’t know it was going to be this hard. Despite the feeling inside her, all the moments she shared with you brushed away the feeling. It was late at night and the both of you couldn’t sleep.

You were tossing and turning in your bed, unsure of the time, it felt like you have been trying to fall asleep for hours, you reach out for your phone that is sitting on your bedside table, when you turn it on, your eyes squint at the bright light, you quickly turn the brightness down. Opening up your phone, you scroll until you get to Janis contact, you let out a loud yawn before you start typing.

“I can’t sleep, are you still up?” you send it and you honestly didn’t expect her to see it, so you turn your phone off and close your eyes, but only a few minutes later, you hear your phone vibrate, you quickly pick it up and check what the notification was, you smile brightly when you see it was from your girlfriend. “Yeah I’m up baby, only because I have this art project due, what are you doing up?” You smile at her reply, blushing at the pet name. “I can’t sleep.”

She saw the message instantly and was typing her response right away, “You should sneak out and come over.” You smile, the idea sounded amazing, it was Sunday tomorrow and your parents were away for the weekend, so it was perfect.

The only thing that was making you hesitate to go was you knew that your sister would be nosey about it, she would definitely spam you with messages wondering where you are, the more you thought about it, the more you didn’t care, you messaged her saying that you’ll be there in 20 minutes, which gave you enough time to get up and quietly go downstairs, get on your bike and ride to Janis’ house. 

Janis told you to climb through the bedroom window, luckily, her bedroom was on the bottom floor, you knocked quietly on the window, shortly after a happy Janis opened the window, allowing you to climb inside.

When you get inside, the two of you jump on her bed, holding each other close, you finally feel tired and you can feel yourself falling asleep, it only felt like a few minutes had passed but when you opened your eyes, the sun was out and janis was still asleep with her arms wrapped around tightly around you, pulling out your phone, you gasp and jump up when you see the time.

It’s 12pm and you have twenty messages from Gretchen and many missed calls, you kiss Janis’ forehead, not wanting to disturb her, you climb out the window, hopping on your bike and quickly pedal home. When you get there, Gretchen is death glaring at you, “Where were you?” she asks, sternly, you roll your eyes again, saying nothing you just stand there. “Don’t lie to me, just tell me.”

You know Bella wouldn’t cover for you, as you had figured out from last time, you take a deep breath before saying, “I was out will Oliver.” You hoped that if Gretchen called Oliver, he would cover for you, Grtechen smiled brightly and squealed loudly, jumping up and down. “Oh my god! That’s amazing! I'm going to call Regina.” She runs off to her room and you quickly pull your phone out.

You call Oliver and thankfully he picks up right away “Oliver, I had to pretend I was with you last night so if Gretchen or anyone asks, please say I was with you.” Olivier laughs before saying, “Y/n. Calm down, of course I will.” He says, making you sigh in relief, “Why do you need to lie about where you were?” Your heart drops, you gulp, “Reasons, thank you so much.”

You go upstairs and lay on your bed, scrolling on your phone through every social media app, you hear a knock on your door then it instantly opens, “I’m going out with Regina so tell Mom and Dad where I am,” She says, not looking up from her phone then leaving and not closing the door.

Around 30 minutes after she left, you got a message from Bella, “Hey Y/n, I was just wondering if you could send me the notes for Chem? You’re much smarter than me.” You giggle quietly, responding with, “Yeah sure but you owe me.” She leaves you on seen for a few minutes, then starts typing for a few more. “Can I ask you a question?” She asks, “Yeah sure, what’s up?” Bella starts typing again and it feels as if she is typing for ages. “Are you and Janis dating?”

You smile at the question, she is the only person you are out to so you feel comfortable telling her, “Yeah.” You respond, you smile when Bella responds. “I knew it! Omg that’s amazing.” 

You switch to text Janis telling her that you told Bella about your relationship, she said that she was proud of you, she asked if she could tell Damien, you sighed loudly before saying, “Yeah sure.” She started spamming random letters in all caps, showing that she was excited, you knew Damien would judge you but you were still feeling very worried, you were scared. 

You put your phone down and lie on your bed, you think about what it would be like if you came out, how your own sister would disown you, how everyone in the school would laugh at you.

The thought made your stomach drop, you laid on your stomach and shoved your face into the pillow, hiding the scared feeling inside you, you just cried and the tears never stopped, you eventually feel asleep.

You woke up to the sound of your Mom yelling your name, she was telling you to come downstairs because dinner was ready, you pushed yourself off your bed and quickly went to the bathroom, you washed your face and applied a bit of makeup so your parents don’t question anything. 

After dinner you went straight up to your room and went straight to bed, this night, you fell quickly, you slept way better than last night, you wake up the next morning to the sound of you alarm, you grown realising it’s a school day, you check your phone first thing, you know it’s an unhealthy habit but you just can’t help it.

You were confused when you saw it’s a message from Regina, you opened your phone and you gasped at the message, she had never texted you before, she had never even messaged you before and you didn’t know how she got your instagram account. 

“Party at my house on friday, you’re invited, don’t bring anyone lame.” You don’t know how to respond, you start typing slowly, there's only one thing that comes to mind, “Where’s your house?” She takes a few seconds to respond, “Are you dumb? Gretchen will drive you.” You actually forgot, you did feel really dumb for forgetting. You leave her on seen for a few seconds which she hates. So she sends another message, “You should bring Oliver.” You sigh, you know you have to act like you like him, you can tell him it’s all an act and you’re sure he will understand, “Yeah Okay.”

She smirks, leaving you on seen this time.

This was the start to everything that happened this year, the butterfly effect.

You didn’t know what to do, you were stuck and confused, you didn’t know whether to tell Janis about the party or keep it a secret. The situation makes you annoyed and groan loudly as you finally get out of bed, putting on some comfortable clothes then heading to school.

All your friends were happy, they must have also been invited to the party as well, everyone was discussing who they are going to bring to the party and you gulped because you remembered you would have to ask Oliver.

You leave your friends and look around the school to find the guy, you see him talking with a few other boys that are on the football team, you walk up behind him, tap his shoulder making him turn around.

His face goes from confused to happy in a matter of seconds, “Dino!” He exclaims loudly, giving you a hug, you giggle at the taller boy’s actions, pulling away from the hug, looking him in the eye, “I need to talk to you about something.”

He waits for you to start talking but you were slightly embarrassed to say it in front of Oliver’s friends, so after a short moment of no one saying anything you say, “In private.” He nods, grabbing your hands to move somewhere where no one can hear you.

“Regina invited me to her birthday, and asked for me to bring you.” You whisper, you expect him to be annoyed, but he just nods his head and gives you a hug, “I’ll come! when is it?” He asks, you smile brightly, feelings changing instantly, “Friday!” you exclaim, “Fine. I’m still waiting for you to talk to Damien by the way..” 

You gasp slightly, you already forgot about the agreement that you made with him, Oliver rolls his eyes, hitting your arm softly, you giggle and run away, the taller guy chances after you, running around the oval, you don’t really look where you are going, you accidentally bump into someone, you look up from the ground to see who it is, you smile when you see that it’s Janis.

“Janis!” You exclaim happily, giving her a hug, which she returns, smiling just as bright as you, “Hey baby.” She says softly, not wanting to give anything away to anyone that could be watching, “Wanna go on a date this Friday?” You gulp, you smile, saying it the nicest and least suspicious way possible, “I’m busy this Friday.” Janis gives you a confused look in return, you gulp nervously again, not saying anything, “Really? Doing what?” She asks, biting the inside of her cheek.

You want to lie so she doesn’t get mad, but the way she is looking at you makes your body tremble and the truth comes out of you, “I’m going to Regina’s party.” You whisper, Janis looks at you in shock, you know what Janis did to Regina, but you still decide to pick her over you, she shakes her head and storms off, you feel a few tears form in your eyes and the worst part of this is that you can’t tell anyone.

You don’t know how to feel, you want to run after her but you were too scared, you just sighed and went to class.

There was a new girl in your class, you smiled when you saw she was wearing a bisexual pin on her bag, you decided to sit next to her because you can tell she looks very lost. “Hi I’m Y/n.” You smiled, she turned her head up to look at you, pushing her strawberry blonde hair out of the way, smiling back at you.

“Hi, My name is Cady.” She smiled shyly, you smiled back at her, taking a look at her timetable, telling her that you will show her around but she says it’s okay because someone is already doing that for her. 

“Really? Who?” You ask, She sighs deeply, not being able to remember the name of the girl, “Oh she has dark hair, kinda short and beautiful make up.” You smile brightly, knowing who it was and you nod your head, “Janis?” You ask, Cady’s eyes go bright and she nods her head quickly, your smile  quickly fades when you realise Janis was still mad at you, you brush it off and put your focus towards the teacher.

The whole school day, you try to talk to Janis, but she ignores you, it hurts even more to see her acting touchy with the new girl. They were both out and rumours started to spread fast, they didn’t seem to be bothered by them which only broke your heart more.

You made up your mind, you were going to talk to Janis, no matter how hard she tried to ignore you, it needed to be done.

You walk to her table when she was sitting with Cady, she was playing with her hair so she was too distracted to notice you and walk away, you quickly made your way to her and taped her shoulder to get her attention, she turned around and ass soon as she made eye contact with you, she rolled her eyes, it hurt to see her like this but you brushed it off. “I need to talk to you.” You say, voice firm, Janis knew you weren’t fucking around anymore.

The two of you went into a closet, a few minutes after each other so no one saw, she looked into your eyes and it was obvious how mad she was. “I don’t understand why you are so mad!” You exclaim, Janis rolls her eyes, looking at you up and down, “Maybe because my girlfriend chose some plastic over her girlfriend.” She exclaims, pushing you slightly, moving to leave.

“You’re the one touching Cady and acting like no one thinks you are dating!” Janis rolls her eyes, “You’re being a little dramatic right now.” She starts, opening the door, she looks back at you, “Have fun at your stupid party.” Then leaves, you feel so empty, so stupid, you wait a few minutes before leaving yourself, head down, tears fighting to fall down, you end up bumping into a tall figure which makes you annoyingly groan, “Oh my god! Can you watch where you are going?” You finally look at who you bumped into and your heart drops when you realise it’s none other than the Queen herself.

“F-Fuck, I’m sorry Regina.” You say, looking down nervously, you hear a low chuckle come from the taller girl, she lifts your chin up to make you look at her, you felt so guilty for having butterflies in your stomach but you couldn’t control it, “See you at the party, loser.” 

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SEOKJIN:

It wasn't often that you would ask for help but Seokjin knew when you asked it was going to be desperate which was why when he'd seen the text's coming through he'd practically sprinted out of the meeting he was in and raced to your place.

"What happened?" He called out as he saw you sitting on the floor looking completely defeated in yourself. 

"The twins are going wild, they won't go to bed without your story and then...Then he wouldn't sleep and he threw up over everything," You whispered as you cuddled your sleeping baby to your chest,

"He's got a fever and I can't-"

"I've got the twins, you focus on him." He whispers as you nod, thanking him with your eyes as he walks toward the twin's bedroom, staring at both boys.

"I thought we agreed we'd behave for your dad or there wouldn't be anymore Uncle Jin time." He placed his hands on his hips and that's all it took for the boys to climb into bed and wait for him to start reading his story.

You came out of the nursery to find Jin had already washed everything that baby had thrown up on and had done a tidy-up for you.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," You grumble as you drop down onto the sofa beside Jin who held out a glass of whiskey for you to take, both of you clinking the glasses before relaxing.

YOONGI:

"Jesus, Yn, it's almost 3 in the morning." Yoongi laughed as you walked into his studio, dropping onto the sofa as he walked over to you.

"She won't settle without you," You mumble a little as Yoongi starts to rock your daughter in his arms. Every night since you'd been a single father Yoongi had made sure to come around and help you out with your daughter, rocking her to sleep and it was starting to prove to be a mistake since now she refused to sleep without him there.

"Then I guess we'll have to move in together and become a real-life "Full house"." Yoongi laughs as you yawn, laying your head on the back of his sofa and letting yourself relax a little.

"Sleep, okay? I'll wake you up in the morning." Yoongi whispers to you making you hum at him, too tired to fight him on any of it.

HOSEOK:

It was hard being a single dad, trying to get your pay check to stretch over everything you could but now your sons were wanting dance lessons and you wanted to give them everything they wanted.

"Are sure this is okay though? I-"

"Please, I've been dying to teach again and it'll be fun," Hoseok said as he flipped on the lights to the studio, your two sons grinning as they walked inside taking in the room around them.

You'd briefly mentioned to Hoseok about the boys wanting to learn dance and that you couldn't afford to send them to proper lessons and he'd jumped up at the chance to teach them.

"This way, you get two nights a week to yourself," Hoseok nudged you a little as you smiled sweetly at him, 

"And you're sure-

"If you ask me one more time I'll never babysit again," He warns you before smirking to let you know it was only a joke and you sigh a little watching as your sons prepared for their first lesson.

NAMJOON:

It was the guys who noticed first, glancing behind Namjoon to see you pacing around in the hallway, bouncing a newborn in your arms as you tried your best not to cry in front of everyone there.

"What's wrong?" Namjoon frowned at the guys, slowly turning and gasping when he saw you. Without even telling the guys he lept out of the meeting and into the hallway with you,

"I know, you're busy and I'm sorry but he-He won't settle and I can't-I don't know what I'm doing," You cried as you looked up at Namjoon who gently took the 5-week-old from your arms and rocked him a little.

"It's fine, just breathe," Namjoon whispers to you as he tries to soothe your screaming son and you at the same time.

"He's colic, the doctor said-" Before you could tell Namjoon any of the routines to help soothe him, he was already starting. Rocking your son over his shoulder as he continued to bounce a little,

"Grab my stuff from my office and we'll go back to yours," Namjoon stated as you nodded a little, just glad you weren't alone in dealing with this anymore.

JIMIN:

Jimin loved the kids and would drop everything, every time you asked him to help you out with the kids which was what had led him to stand in your living room sweating like a madman.

"Did you run?!" You squeak as you stare at him,

"Yeah, the train was late and then my car wouldn't start. What did you need help with?" He pants out heavily and you shake your head at him. Ever since you'd been left to parent your kids alone Jimin had been the one person in the world that would help you no matter what. 

"You were in the middle of a shoot weren't you?" You laugh softly seeing him in such fancy clothes,

"Maybe." He laughs along with you as your two eldest daughters come into the room, carrying bags of their washing that they'd been hiding out in their room for weeks on end.

"I'm trying to do a huge deep clean-"

"Say no more. I'll take everyone out." Jimin stated and you stared at him,

"Jimin, it's too much, the baby and the girls?" You shook your head but Jimin was already ahead of you, going to get the pram ready and the travel bag,

"I can handle the baby and the girls practically handle themselves, plus, they'd never show up, right ladies?" Jimin arched his brow at your 12-year-old girls who shook their heads, pleading silently with you to go with their uncle and you sighed.

"Go. But behave!" You yell as they rush to get ready for Jimin.

TAEHYUNG:

Taehyung honestly didn't care what he was doing, whether it was a hugely important meeting or if it was just some working alone time, if you needed him then that was exactly what he was going to focus on.

"Are you sure we didn't interrupt something?" Your voice shook a little as you spook but Taehyung shook his head at you, carefully taking the crying son out of your arms and cradling him close to his chest,

"What's all this, huh? Did you just want to see Uncle Tae Tae?" He smiles bouncing your son who - miraculously - stopped crying the moment he was in Taehyung's arms making you sigh.

"Ever since his mother left he's clung to you," You whisper, stroking some of the hair out of your son's face as he cuddled closer to Taehyung. Tae smiled a little at you,

"I'm always happy to help, you know that right?" He looked at you, you looked stressed out beyond compare. Your eyes were swollen from lack of sleep and you were starting to grow a 5 o'clock shadow.

"Go home, go shower, go have some time to yourself. I'll bring him home whenever I'm done here, that okay?" Taehyung searched your eyes to make sure you were more than okay with it and he smiled,

"I'll see you in a couple of hours," He calls out as you walk down the hall,

"And don't cook! We'll bring home takeout!" He called right as you got into the elevator.

JUNGKOOK:

"Hey, I thought you said you weren't busy..." You frown as you stare at the glass office Jungkook has just made his way out of. When you'd text and told him that your daughter was acting up and you needed help he told you to come over and that nothing was happening.

"I knew you wouldn't bring her if I was." He smirked at you as you shook your head at him, 

"She can wait-"

"Daddy please," She whined up at you, all morning long she'd been begging and pleading with you to spend time with Jungkook and you'd been trying to juggle her and the newborn twins were home alone and it was safe to say it wasn't working.

"Uncle Jungkook-"

"Can bring her into the meeting it's fine," Jungkook reassures you, biting your lip you nod a little and your daughter practically rushes into his arms.

"If she gets too much-"

"I know, no ice cream, no cookies," Jungkook finished for you and you smirked a little.

"Thank you, Kookie." You breathe out, finally heading home to go and relieve the neighbour of your twins so you can get the house into working order as well.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Farmer's Daughter 9

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

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

Characters: Walter Marshall

Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)

Part of the Backwoods AU

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

After the tense morning, you don't speak to Walter again that day. Or the next. When he arrives, he stays outside with his thermos of coffee and waits for Timothy. At the end of the day, he gives your brother an excuse about chores at home. Maybe not an excuse. He has been spending a lot of time around here.

Nearly a week after it happened, after everything changed, your mother appears in the kitchen with a crease in her forehead. You offer her a cup off coffee as she rubs her eyes. She yawns and and shakes her head.

“We'll grab a cup at the hospital,” she says, “you're father has a check-up. Timmy's taking us.”

“Oh?” You pour yourself a mug and lean on the counter, “I forgot.”

“Lots going on,” she sighs, “can't blame you for being distracted.”

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” you shrug.

“I called Walter, left a message,” she checks the clock hung above the door, “wouldn't be too bad if he did swing by, huh?”

“Hopefully he doesn't waste the time,” you grumble.

“Honey,” she chides playfully, “you know, I think your dad would approve… if he could. He always liked Walter.”

“Mom,” you frown, “please, I have enough to worry about.”

“Oh, I'm sorry,” she whines, “I'm just… looking for a little sunshine through the clouds.”

You wince, a pang of guilt between your ribs, “I'm sorry, mom, I just… Walter's nice. He helps so much and I think… I think maybe it's too much.”

“Don't I know it.  He is so generous. I gave him some money and I found the envelope in my purse,” she tuts, “you could do much worse. He… he could take care of you.”

You exhale, “mom.”

“Just listen,” her tone turns dire and her eyes gleam, “your pa can't. He's not gonna be able to ever again. I already know what the doc's gonna day and you shouldn't fool yourself. Walter won't help forever, not for no good reason. And next year, your pa won't be back on his tractor…” she sniffles and dabs her nose, “those days are behind us.”

“Ma, you don't know–”

“I do,” she utters solemnly, “I see the man I married but he's hollow. He's… a shell, honey. He's there but he's not really.”

“Oh, ma–”

“I'm just saying… we need to weigh our options. I'll look into selling if we gotta and Timmy, maybe he can go work with Walt–”

“Aren't you getting ahead of yourself?” You cross an arm around your middle.

“We shoulda been talking about this a week ago,” she shakes her head.

“Well, I can apply at the grocer or–”

“You do that,” she says, “but you think real hard. You got options,” she steps closer and cups your cheeks, “you're a pretty young thing. That doesn't last forever.”

You don't say a word as her greyness seeps into you. She draws away and you bow your head. You wait for her to go as you stare into the black depths of the coffee. You take a sip to try to chase away the ice in your veins but it only sends a shiver through you.

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Your parents go off with Timmy in the truck. You set to sweeping the porch to keep yourself busy. Your mother's words ring in your ears. She can't be serious, there's more out there than the farm. Pa always said as much and you don't think he meant Walter.

As you get to the steps, the distant rumble of an engine rolls over the ground. You turn as gravel grits under treads and Walter's large truck lazily rocks along the bumpy road. You still the straw broom and grip the handle as he pulls up. Did he not get your mother's message?

He lingers in the truck as you squint against the sunlight. His door pops open and he jumps down, sending up a cloud of dust. He goes around the bed of the truck and opens the back.

He slides out a sheet of wood and drags it towards you. You watch in confusion as he stops and leans it against the side of the porch. His eyes meet yours and his brows furrow.

“Morning,” he checks his watch, “barely.”

“Morning, Mr. Marshall,” you eke out.”

His eyes flash and he nods. He turns and marches back to the truck, pulling out several planks before carrying them over. You watch him as you lean on the broom.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

He stops and looks up at you. He points to your feet and flicks his finger up, “building a ramp. For your dad.”

You look down at your slips flecked in dirt and stray strands of straw, “oh? Didn't ma call–”

“She didn't ask,” he says bluntly. 

Your lips slant and you tilt your head, “that's real nice.”

“Yeah well, I'm a nice guy,” he huffs and spins on the heel of his boots, stomping away once more.

He goes back to the truck and retrieves his toolbox. His agitation roils off his tense shoulders and the stone set in his jaw. You're too afraid to ask but you do need to. He has been avoiding you.

“Well, I'll stay out of your way,” you lift the broom and back up the stairs. “If you need anything–”

“Not in the way,” he says curtly as he takes out a measuring tape.

“Oh, I know but I wouldn't wanna bother–”

“I don't mind,” he shrugs as he steps onto the stairs and measures the angle over them.

“Right, of course, do you need anything? A glass of water or–”

“Seems like I'm the one bothering,” he stands and lets the tape retract harshly.

“No?” You bat your lashes at him, “I didn't say that, Mr.--”

“Walt,” he growls, “you know what I like best in a woman. Honesty. So why don't you be honest and tell me what you really feel?”

“I…” you gulp, “Walter, er, Walt, I… I'm just… confused.”

“Don't act like a child. We both know you're not,” he crosses his arms over his broad chest. You've seen him angry before but it's never been aimed at you. 

“I… I don't know what to say. I'm sorry.”

“Sorry. Okay,” he shakes his head and unfolds his arms, going back to measuring, “I'm open to talking when you wanna be an adult.”

You flinch as you watch him. He grits his teeth, ignoring your presence as he focuses on his work. You turn, hiding the hurt deep in your chest. You never meant to hurt him but you really don't know. As much as you try to wade through your feelings, you only feel as if you're drowning in them.

[beneatheaven]

taehyun fingering you in the library

lowercase intended, 1,295 words, haven’t proof read

smut under cut, minors do not interact

you were partnered up with taehyun to study on your up coming test. you had been learning about this topic for the past month, so this test was very important to pass.

what you didn't expect was to be paired up with the cute guy in your class to go over the chapters together. he was always so focused in class, you would know since you stared at him quite often. looking at how pretty his side profile was. his lips and nose being your favorites.. just letting your imagination run wild..

so to say you were nervous about meeting up with him, just you two, was putting it very lightly..

messaging you that he had already arrived to the library and found a spot, you smiled at how efficient he was. looking over your outfit before you left. choosing to wear an off the shoulder sweater like top and a skirt to show off your collarbones and thighs. feeling the need and push to look cute for him. no it wasn't a date, you both needed to do this, but might as well put yourself out there.

making your way inside the library, you didn't see him anywhere near the tables at the entrance. sending him a text asking where he was or if he had left for a second. replies with in seconds that he's in one of the more secluded seating areas, somewhere upstairs and a couple bookshelf aisles back. you were able to find him, surprised at how he was able to find this spot.

"sorry if i made you wait long, as soon as you said you had already arrived i felt bad." setting your things down, not knowing if you should sit across or next to him. "don't worry about it. oh here sit next to me." he pulls the chair next to him out for you. taking a seat and getting your things ready in front of you.

he smelled so good, and looked so good. he wore a graphic tee with a shortsleeved button up thrown on top with some jeans. you could see his large biceps and his neck. sorta getting turned on by the idea of him manhandling you while you kiss his neck..what sounds he would make.

"y/n." snapping you out of your thoughts. "everything okay you seem distracted." turning away from him, too red faced to look him in the eyes. "yea sorry, it's been a long morning." both of you returning to your books. "well let me know if you need a break during this, might be a while." shooting a smile at you. "thank you, so did you want to go over the first topic in this chapter?" turning your pages, arms slightly bumping against each other. the small things making you blush more. "sure, i already familiar with it so i'll just be going over it for you." he was just so sweet..

while he was speaking, all you could focus on the way his lips were moving and how they would feel against your skin. rubbing your thighs together in the process. trying not to completely block out taehyun's voice, it was so warm and silky, could never get tired of it. and every time he said your name to make sure he had your attention it made you feel wetter.

"y/n, you seem a bit distracted." he's looking at you, then to your chest and down to your soft thighs squeezing together. you felt so small under his gaze. catching at how he was checking you out. "maybe a little frustrated." his words bringing heat to your cheeks. "i-i don't know what you mean." your body tensing up.

he leans in closer to you, thinking he was making a move but instead he flipped a couple pages of your textbook to a different topic. his left arm coming behind you to rest over your shoulders. "it's your turn to read up on this topic." feeling his right hand land on your thigh. "maybe like this you'll be a little more focused."

with him so close to you it made you too scared to mess up. getting your act together for him. you got through one paragraph, he was caressing your thighs, making it warmer, but only getting higher and higher up your thigh and closer to your thigh."that's good y/n. now lets see if you can get through this next part with." leaning into your ear. "a little help." he whispers.

you can feel your panties getting wetter. he's so hot it's driving you insane. as you start to read, his hand reaching under your skirt, running one finger down your core, over your panties, breath getting shaky. "if you stop i'll stop." you don't want him to stop, nodding and you continue to read.

he pushes your panties to the side. "so wet, is it for me?" nodding. he's placing small light kisses around your ear and neck, thank god you're in a secluded area. his lips felt so good on you, having to hold back from moaning so your words come out shaky. he hasn't even done anything but just teased you..

"want a finger inside." nodding to him again. he chuckles lightly, he found it so cute that you were acting this way. "okay, then keep going." continuing to read. slowly inserting his finger in you, thrusting it. having to biting your lip to hold your sounds back. "that's it good girl." the name making a whimper slip out, making him groan in your ear. he sounded so hot.

"putting a second one in." your palms getting sweaty as his thrusting only gets faster. "you still seem so distracted y/n, guess you're going to have to keep studying with me huh?" out of it you're letting quiet gasp and moans slip out. "you sound so hot right now, and close, are you close baby?" bitting down on your lips. "mhmm" you felt his fingers slow down a little. "that's too bad.. you're not done. finish reading and you get to cum." his thumb coming to rub your clit teasingly.

trying to get past this stupid reading while his fingers were deep inside you, moaning into your ear and kissing your skin so sweetly was the hardest thing you've ever done. turning your head away from the words on the page to look at him. "taehyun please how much l-longer- oh- right there." his fingers started to hit that perfect spot in you, he couldn't stop now. "almost there baby, i'll let you know. come on and stay focused." you just want to lean in and kiss those beautiful lips of his.. but not just yet.

reading and reading, getting the idea to let your right hand wander down, between his thighs. you just need to feel him. earning a sweet moan from him right into your ear. "curious girl aren't you? you close baby?" "god yes, taehyun please." he's thrusting his fingers harder, rubbing your clit quicker. "yea baby, here come closer." his left hand guiding your head into his shoulder. your hand that was resting on his thigh was now grasping onto his thigh for support. "yea just like that, just like that baby." muffling your moans into his shoulder, your thighs clamping tightly around his hand as you came hard.

still thrusting his fingers slowly, helping you come down from your high just before taking them out. slipping them in his mouth. licking them clean. he was just so fucking hot. losing your control, you leaned in and kissed him. messy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, he was such a good kisser. "let's go study at my dorm from now on would you like that baby?"