#and her little sisters i made up in my head!!

[maretinelli]

UNTIL YOU LOVE ME

Lando Norris X Piastri!fem!reader

Summary: When Y/n is Oscar's older sister, she works at McLaren in the media and still has a thing with Lando. But she starts avoiding him when she sees videos of him with another woman on Instagram.

Words: 3.7K+

Warnings: Swear words, LOTS of suggestive words, NO BETRAYAL (I didn't want to put more in summary so as not to spoil the plot of the story, relax, no betrayal. Because I hate that), Y/n is Oscar's older sister, mentions of other pilots and Lily being a very sweet, understanding sister-in-law and best friend to Y/n.

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar and slang mistakes that may be in the story. And as always, this story came from a song I was listening to while washing the dishes hahaha (??) ❤️🇧🇷

MASTERLIST

"Since when does your sister speak Spanish?" Lando asks, leaning against the garage counter with his arms crossed. His gaze was fixed on Y/n near the track, talking to Franco.

Oscar, who was next to his teammate, looks up from his cell phone and sees his older sister talking to Franco, laughing and speaking in Spanish to the Argentine.

"Oh, since she started college. She had to take an extracurricular subject and chose Spanish." Oscar shrugs, turning his attention back to his cell phone.

Lando was still beside him, still leaning on the counter, his eyes fixed on Franco. He had a frown on his forehead, heavy breathing and a look as if he would jump for the pilot's neck.

Piastri then sighs and puts his cell phone in his pocket, nudging his friend's shoulder, making Lando look at him.

"Stop looking at him like that. Soon you'll be able to make him levitate in the air with just a look."

Lando rolls his eyes and uncrosses his arms, resting one hand on the counter behind him.

"She's still not talking to you?" Oscar asks, looking at his older sister and then at Lando.

He shakes his head. "No..."

"What about you? Did you at least try to explain yourself to her?" Oscar raises his eyebrows, waiting for Lando to say something.

"Obviously!" Lando says a little loudly. "I've been trying to talk to her in person and sending her messages for about three races now. But she ignores everything, making the excuse that she needs to sort out some things with the team."

Oscar chuckles softly, knowing that when his older sister didn't want to talk, she knew very well how to find a good excuse to get out of the situation.

"Trust me, you need to explain your side of the story, because... I know exactly what hell is going to happen next." He holds back a laugh and Lando's eyes widen a bit, turning his gaze to Y/n. "You need to tell her that the woman in your car in Monaco was-"

"Oscar!"

Before Oscar could finish speaking, Lily appeared in the garage with a sweet smile.

The Australian driver starts to take a few steps out of the garage and looks at Lando. "You need to talk to her!"

Lando smiles and nods.

Piastri grabs the rest of his things and turns towards where his sister was. "Y/n!! LET'S GO!" He shouts smiling and Y/n immediately turns towards her brother.

"OK! Wait for me in the car, I'll be there in a few minutes!"

Oscar just nods and holds his girlfriend's hand, who is waiting for him in the garage. The Australian looks at Lando and gestures with his hand, encouraging him to explain himself to his older sister.

Lando laughs and they leave the garage.

Since joining McLaren's media team, Y/n has always been close to Lando. They had an easy friendship, full of teasing and laughter, with a natural complicity that made even the mechanics joke that the two worked better together than many driver pairings.

But everything changed six months ago, after a GP that Lando won. The celebration in the paddock was intense, but what really stood out that night was the unexpected kiss that happened between them.

It was something spontaneous, impulsive and perfect.

After that kiss, something changed. They started meeting up outside of racing, seeing each other more often, wanting each other's company in their downtime.

At first, neither of them knew exactly what they were doing, but one thing quickly became clear: this wasn't just a phase or a hobby. Lando and Y/n never explicitly said they were dating, but they promised they wouldn't date anyone else until they figured out what that feeling meant to them.

The truth, however, was that they both already knew the answer. They were in love. They were loving.

Over time, the secret meetings became routine. Lando would take Y/n to Quadrant events, the two would spend nights relaxing in each other's apartments, watching movies or simply enjoying each other's company. Or maybe, it was just the sex.

Everything was away from the eyes of the media, away from any rumors or gossip. Only Oscar and Lily knew what was really going on between them.

But it all fell apart a few weeks ago.

She was in her apartment in Monaco, enjoying a quiet evening, when she decided to browse the internet without any commitments. That's when a video appeared on the screen, posted by some fan.

In the video, Lando was leaving a restaurant accompanied by an unknown woman. They seemed to be talking normally, until she got into his car and he drove away.

The shock was immediate.

A few hours earlier, Lando had even texted Y/n saying he would spend the night with her. And now, here he was, leaving a restaurant with another woman and giving her a ride.

Y/n's mind began to spin, remembering his words, the promise they made not to be with anyone else. Had he lied to her? Betrayed her trust?

Anger and disappointment came together.

At that moment, she made a decision. She canceled all future dates, started avoiding him at GPs, and whenever she had to interact with him for work, she kept everything strictly professional. She ignored all his messages, refused all attempts to talk, and even blocked his number.

But what Y/n didn't know was that it was all just a misunderstanding.

Lando hadn't dated anyone but her. The promise they made was still real to him. He hadn't dated anyone since the day she was announced to work at McLaren. God, he knew from that day that the Australian was the woman of his life.

And the woman in the video wasn't what she seemed, and he desperately needed to tell Y/n the truth before it was too late.

After finishing the conversation with Franco, Y/n walked to the garage again to grab her bag and go to where her brother was waiting. Lando took advantage of the moment and tried to get closer to her, wanting to explain himself, because he knew exactly why she was like that.

"Y/n, can we talk?" He appears beside her as soon as she enters the garage.

Y/n rolls her eyes, noticing his arrival there, and just continues walking down the hallway, ignoring the deep look he had on her.

"Is this about some video for McLaren's media?" She asks, spotting her bag and slinging it over her shoulder.

"hm, no..."

"Then we have nothing to talk about. Good night!" Y/n started walking again.

Lando sighs deeply, but smiles, biting his lower lip slightly, knowing that under different circumstances, back when they were together, she would just take her anger out on him in bed. The two of them. Messy sheets. And heavy breathing.

He quickly shakes those thoughts from his mind and runs after her, before she can fully exit the garage.

"So... Franco, huh?" Lando approaches her, whispering close to her neck. Y/n tries to suppress the shiver she felt, but it was unsuccessful, Lando smiled knowing that he had so much power over her.

"Maybe, who knows?" Finally her gaze falls on Lando, raising her eyebrows a little and putting on a corner of her mouth.

He smiles. Y/n Piastri is definitely very different from her brother. While the younger one was more reserved, made few jokes and always had a neutral expression on his face. The older one was a totally provocative person, made a thousand jokes a day and was extroverted.

And Lando knew how incredibly provocative she was in bed. Oh, how he knew.

"I didn't think he was paying you much attention!"

Y/n looks at him in disbelief. "I didn't know you cared so much." She continues walking. "And I also don't know why you're talking to me. You should be thinking about the actions you've been doing while I was in my apartment waiting for you."

Lando rolls his eyes a little amused at the situation he was in. Yet another sign that Norris could be quite the provocateur.

He leans closer to her ear, making her swallow hard and start walking slower.

"You know, I don't think he's your type..." He begins. "I don't think he's going to hold you in bed..." Lando smiles, watching Y/n lose the stability he had created around her lately. "Because... with him you try, but with me you come and sit!"

Y/n held a breath in her throat and looked at him, trying to keep a serious expression and a frown on her forehead.

"Are you still talking?" She sends him a menacing look, which for a moment, makes Lando regret his jokes and teasing.

Y/n continues walking through the paddock, quickly now, a little shaken by those words, but leaving Lando behind, staring at her silhouette that was getting further and further away.

Norris would do anything that weekend to have an explanatory conversation with Y/n, even if he had to use his flattering and provocative side.

•••••••••••••••••••••

The following day, the early sun was already painting the paddock lines orange during the Spanish Grand Prix. While the team moved with their usual pre-race haste and energy, Y/n remained secluded in her small McLaren media office, a simple space provided by the organization for the teams.

Ever since Lando's attempted conversation the previous afternoon, she had made a point of avoiding him, maintaining an emotional distance that reflected the confusion she felt and the provocations that had definitely gotten to her.

Sitting in a swivel chair, Y/n turned slowly, as if trying to find answers in the rotations of her own body. His eyes, lost in thought, followed the reflection of the lights that were beginning to twinkle through the window glass, while his hands, restless, gently touched the back of the chair.

Beside her, Lily was sitting in a smaller chair, positioned so that she could follow both the cell phone screen and the thoughts that, lightly, escaped Y/n's lips.

“I think I have the measles.” She says, blowing her nose into a tissue and Lily stifles a laugh, raising her eyebrows slightly. “I had a fever before I got on the flight and now I’m sneezing.”

"Couldn't this just be a cold?"

"I don't know..." Y/n sighs, resting her head on the back of the chair and turning around again. "I googled it and it told me it was measles or cancer... so I preferred measles."

Lily lets out a loud laugh. "Good thing you didn't choose a career in healthcare." Y/n turns to her and laughs too. "But the fever? I think it's love fever." She waggles her eyebrows. "Have you talked to Lando yet?"

Y/n rolls her eyes when she hears the pilot's name.

"Not me. I have nothing to talk to him about!"

"But he must have, right?" Lily said calmly, leaning forward a little to look at her sister-in-law. Lily shook her head with an amused smile, crossing her legs and resting her elbow on the arm of the chair. "You can pretend you don't care, but I know you still like him."

Y/n stopped spinning in her chair, sighing deeply.

"I like him, okay?" She admitted, looking down at her hands. "I'm still in love with him, and that's what makes me the most angry. Because if it were any other guy, I'd just move on. But it's Lando...and he's the best...I can't explain how in love I am...and I also can't believe he did this to me."

Lily watched her for a moment, biting her lip as if pondering her next words. She knew the truth. Lando had already told her and Oscar everything when Piastri confronted him, ready to defend his older sister.

But it wasn't Lily's place to reveal the truth. Y/n needed to hear it directly from Lando.

"Have you ever considered that it might have been a misunderstanding?" Lily suggested carefully.

Y/n snorted. "Yes. And at the same time, no. If he wanted to explain it to me, he had plenty of time to do so."

"That is if you would stop running away from him, right?" Lily raised an eyebrow. "He's already getting frustrated with how much you avoid him."

Y/n crossed her arms, not knowing how to respond. Maybe Lily had a point, but she still couldn't just forget what she saw.

Lily, noticing what her sister-in-law was thinking, decided to lighten up a bit. "And you know what? He's getting really jealous every time you talk to Franco. It's hilarious. He glares at the poor guy every time he sees you two talking."

Y/n rolled her eyes, holding back a smile. "Oh, great. Now he wants to play jealous?"

"Believe me, if his looks were lethal, Franco would already be in another dimension." She laughed.

Before Y/n could respond, they heard a knock on the door. Turning their heads in sync towards the noise.

"Come in!" Y/n said, still smiling slightly.

When the door opened, Lando appeared, leaning against the frame with a serious look, but with a small smile on his face.

"Lily, Oscar is looking for you." He informed, glancing quickly at Y/n before turning his eyes back to Lily.

Lily smiled, feeling that this was the perfect moment to leave the two alone. "Great!" She said, standing up. Before leaving, she lightly touched Y/n's shoulder. "Take the opportunity to talk to him."

Y/n shot her sister-in-law a death glare, but Lily just winked at her before leaving, smiling sympathetically as she walked past Lando.

Silence filled the room. Y/n looked away from the pilot and stood up, going to a table to get her camera.

"Can we talk?" He was still there, leaning against the doorframe.

"I have to work," she said, adjusting her gear. "Now is not a good time for conversation. You should be in the garage, too."

Lando sighed, and before she could move toward the door, he closed it, blocking the exit.

"Do you need to work or are you avoiding talking to me?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Or... do you just want to go talk to Franco? You guys seem pretty close, don't you?"

Y/n stopped in her tracks, narrowing her eyes at him. "Seriously? You want to go that way?"

Lando smirked. "I'm just asking."

Y/n approached the door, trying to open it, but he used his body to stop her.

"What's wrong, Y/n? Are you afraid to answer?"

She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Oh, please, Norris. If I wanted to provoke you, I could do a much better job of it than just talking to Franco.”

Lando chuckled, leaning closer to her ear. "And what would you do, then?"

Y/n just rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the heat his gaze caused. She was still irritated, but at the same time, she knew she was about to give in.

She felt the heat of Lando's body so close to hers that she had to close her eyes for a moment, trying to control her rapid breathing. But it was useless. He was there, so close, and she felt electricity run through every part of her body.

Making her remember all the times they were the only ones in a room with kisses, sighs and touches all over their bodies.

Lando smiled as he noticed her gesture, his expression becoming even more teasing.

"Why don't you give me a chance to explain myself, huh? Afraid of finding out I was wrong?"

Y/n opened her eyes, her stubbornness returning with a vengeance. "I've seen enough, Lando. I don't need to hear lies."

The answer only made Lando move even closer. They were face to face now, their faces inches apart. His intense gaze bored into her eyes, and Y/n felt her legs give out a little as her breath hitched against his lips.

"So that's it? You'd rather believe a random video than me?"

He was so close that she could feel his words on her skin, like a warm breath. Without thinking, as if something greater than her stubbornness took over her, Y/n moved even closer. And Lando smiled before finally kissing her.

It was a hot, urgent kiss, full of longing and emotion. His hands held her waist firmly, pulling her close, while her fingers intertwined in his hair. Lando kissed her as if he was trying to prove, with every movement, that she belonged to him. Y/n gave in for a moment, feeling her heart hammering in her chest.

But before they could go any further, she suddenly pulled away and slapped his chest, her expression irritated.

"You're impossible, Lando! That was a low blow!"

Lando chuckled, licking his lips. "I'd say it was well deserved."

Y/n huffed, pushing him aside lightly. "You should be focusing on the race, not me."

"I haven't been able to concentrate since you started avoiding me." He smiled sideways and added, his voice lower and full of intent, "I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me."

Y/n rolled her eyes and opened the door, rushing out and slamming it shut behind her. That was it. If she didn't talk to Lando right away, he would continue to follow her like a relentless paparazzi.

As she walked through the paddock, Lando's taunts still echoed in her mind. Little by little, she began to doubt whether she had really seen the situation wrong.

Oscar had insisted that she talk to Lando, and if it really was a betrayal, his brother would never speak like that.

Y/n suddenly stopped in the middle of the paddock, lost in her thoughts, when someone bumped into her.

"Oops! Sorry, Y/n! Are you okay?"

She blinked a few times and smiled.

"Hi, Yes, I just... I need to speak to someone on the team."

Franco frowned suspiciously. "You look a little lost."

She just smiled.

But before she could say anything else, the Argentine pilot placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and smiled.

"Well, whatever. It's going to be okay," he comforted gently. "See you around!" He walked through the paddock, holding a thermos in his hands and his mate.

It was at that moment that she decided. She needed to talk to Lando.

Y/n ran back to McLaren HQ, rushing inside to get to the office. But before she could reach the door, she turned a corner and bumped into Lando head on.

"What's going on?" He held her, worried.

"You!" Y/n smiled determinedly.

Lando smiled back and she grabbed his hand, pulling him back into the room.

"I was too hasty and didn't let you speak. But now you can say everything. Even if it hurts." She said quickly, as she closed the door to the small office.

Lando held her face with both hands, caressing her cheeks as he looked deep into her teary eyes.

"Okay, you were angry. But, Y/n, the woman in the video was my sister, Flo. She came to visit me in Monaco and I took her around the city. I would never cheat on you. Ever. And you know..."

Y/n felt her heart race. She blinked in confusion, letting the tears fall.

"Your...your sister?"

Lando laughs and takes his cell phone out of his pocket, opening the photo gallery and showing a photo of him and his brothers. The girl next to him was identical to the one who appeared in the video.

Y/n laughs and puts her hands on her face, a little embarrassed now.

"It's your sister-in-law." Lando chuckles. "You know, I'm in love with you Y/n, I haven't dated anyone before you showed up at McLaren. I knew something big was coming, and it was you. You're the woman I want in my life. I love you, my Australian!" Lando says softly, calmly and romantically. Another version of him that made Y/n's heart melt.

Y/n felt her heart race. She blinked in confusion, letting the tears fall. "Do... do you love me?"

Lando laughed softly.

"And why wouldn't I? You're wonderful, stubborn, funny, kind, beautiful... warm. I love your Australian accent, your laugh when you find something really funny. I love how you bite the cap of your pen when you're concentrating. I love when you play the big sister and fight with Oscar in the garage in front of everyone, just out of protectiveness." She laughs and Lando tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "And I love... loving you."

Y/n's tears fell at once and, without thinking, she threw herself into his arms.

"I'm sorry. I was an idiot for not listening to you sooner. It's just... this relationship with a public figure still scares me."

Lando pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

"I will never hurt you. Nor do anything that would make you feel betrayed. Besides, if I did that, Oscar would hunt me to the ends of the earth."

Y/n laughed, pulling away a little and cupping his face.

"I love you, Lan!" She confessed. And how she loved that British man.

Lando's smile grew and he took her hands in his. "So, do you want to make it official? Do you want to date me?"

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "You're asking me out now?"

"Yes. And if you say no, I'll have to kiss you again until you change your mind."

"Yes, I do, love." She smiles.

Lando pulled her into another kiss, this time calmer, but full of affection and love. His hands framed her face, as if she were a rare and precious jewel. The Australian's hands ran to his light brown curls, twirling some of them around her fingers.

"The only problem is that I don't have the ring here. But as soon as we get to Monaco, I'll spend hours with you in bed and give you the ring that's already been bought." Lando says, as they walk away.

"Okay, I guess I can go a few days without the ring." She smiles, and then leans closer to his ear. "But now, the part about staying in bed... I can't promise to stay without it..."

"If you keep saying things like that, I won't even be able to run tomorrow."

She laughed and kissed him again, knowing that no matter what, they were finally where they were supposed to be.

Author: Now, a curiosity hahaha I live in the south of Brazil, practically next door to Franco haha, and here I drink a lot of "Mate" too, I'm addicted, but it's also called "chimarrão". My aunts who live in the countryside call it "Mate", I who am from the big city call it chimarrão hahahahaha, just a curiosity of mine and the south of Brazil.

[helen-with-an-a]

could you write a jessie fleming x Putellas!sister!reader

reader is really shy and doesn't talk much so alexia thinks reader is still single but at the friendly match between canada and spain jessie gets fouled badly and reader sprints across the field do comfort her and be there for her

Hiiiii - so I'm combining this with another ask for a multi-part Jessie series and a little idea that has been floating around in my head. This is the first part of a multi-part blurb story that follows a loose timeline but is also not really. Each part is based on the 1 of the 5 senses plus a bonus. I hope you enjoy it.

Sight

Sight : Sound : Smell : Taste : Touch : Cryptaesthesia

Jessie Fleming x Putellas!Reader

Description: R sees Jessie for the first time

Word Count: 1.7k

Growing up with Alexia as your sister was hard. Not bad, not negative – just a constant ... challenge. It felt like being a part of something extraordinary but knowing you’d never be the star. Alexia was Alexia Putellas, a name that carried weight, a name that carried talent and recognition. You were just ... you. While Alexia’s accomplishments lit up the room, you often felt like you were always a beat behind, your achievements cloaked in her shadow. It was impossible not to feel the subtle comparisons, the whispered remarks about being “Alexia’s hermanita,” as if that alone defined you. You never scored as many goals or had as many trophies, everything you had ever done, Alexia had done before you. Make it into La Masia, play for Barça B, play for the first team, break into the national team, receive your first cap, your first goal for La Roja ... Alexia had done it all before, you had usually gone on to do even better things.

Maybe that’s why, when the chance came, you decided to say 'fuck it' and move to Chelsea. Ona was heading to Manchester, eager for a chance at some more playing time that just wasn't happening at Barcelona. You chose London, craving change – a place where you could define yourself, beyond your last name and your big sister. You were just twenty-two, still piecing together who you were outside of Alexia’s Hermanita, and yet here you were, packing up and moving to another country right in the middle of a global pandemic. The Blues had come knocking over the summer, Emma had seen videos of what you could do, of who you could be on the pitch. She had taken a chance in making the phone call, and you had taken a chance in saying yes.

It was daunting, nerve-wracking, exciting, all at once. You’d be alone, out of your comfort zone, away from family and everything familiar. A new language, new weather, different culture, new people. But maybe ... maybe that was exactly what you needed: a fresh start, a space to breathe without the shadows, a chance to be more than “just the hermana.” What was there to lose?

And then you saw her. Jessie.

She stood a little off to the side, almost as if she wasn’t sure she belonged there, but her presence filled the room all the same. Your eyes caught hers for just a second, and that was all it took. There was something about her that felt disarming and comforting all at once – a softness in her expression that drew you in like nothing else had since you’d arrived in London. You no longer felt the nip of the autumn air, you were no longer completely lost, surrounded by people you barely understood. You were ... you weren't quite sure what you were, but something had definitely shifted.

Her smile was shy, barely there, but it made your heart lurch as though you’d known her forever. She wore a slightly oversized Chelsea hoodie that made her look small and cosy. The sleeves were pulled over her hands, and she had a baseball cap perched on her head, tilting just enough to let wisps of hair escape. You could see her gaze flitting around, a bit uncertain, like she was trying to take everything in without being seen herself.

“Uh, hi,” Jessie said, her smile gentle as she extended her hand toward you. Her eyes met yours with quiet confidence, even though her cheeks were tinged with a soft pink.

“H-hi,” you replied, wincing a little at the way your English sounded, thick with the nervousness you couldn’t shake off. You’d spoken English so many times before, but something about this moment ... about Jessie ... made it feel clumsy, like you were learning the language all over again. You had a far better grasp of the language than Alexia had, one of the few things you could pride yourself on being better at, yet here you were, stuttering and stumbling over a simple word.

Jessie must have noticed your hesitance, because she gave you an encouraging smile and then took a deep breath, braving a few Spanish words herself. “Estoy encantad...o… encatada?”

You couldn’t help but smile at her effort, the way she scrunched her nose slightly, clearly uncertain of the words. It was charming and utterly adorable. “Encantada,” you corrected her gently, watching her try the word on her lips.

“Encantada,” she repeated, a little more confidently this time, her voice soft and almost musical as she looked up at you.

Then she took a breath, as if gathering herself, and said, “Estoy encantada de conocerte.”

It was imperfect, yet so endearing, and you felt your heart skip as her words hung in the air. It was a simple phrase, but it felt like the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.

“You are… Canadiense, sí?” you asked, testing the waters, wanting to know just a little bit more about her.

“Canadiense? Oh, Canadian?” Jessie’s face lit up as she caught on. “Yes, uh, sí.”

“Do ... you speak ... French?” you asked, each word slow and careful as you sifted through your English, hoping you hadn’t lost her.

Jessie laughed softly, shaking her head. “No, no. I don’t speak French, unfortunately. We had to learn it in school, but nothing really stuck. I didn’t try as much as I should have in the lessons…” She paused, a sheepish smile appearing as she realised she was rambling. “I just really didn’t care at the time, and now that I’m out of school – and out of Canada in general…” She trailed off, catching herself, cheeks going pink as she realised how fast she’d been talking. “Sorry,” she apologised, her voice a little softer, almost embarrassed.

You shook your head with a reassuring smile, though you’d only caught pieces of what she’d said. Truthfully, you hadn’t been concentrating much on the words themselves; you were too mesmerised by her expressions, by the way she talked and the way her mouth moved as she spoke.

Her hands twisted together, fingers nervously playing with the hem of her hoodie. Her chocolate-brown eyes sparkled with hints of light you couldn’t look away from. Every so often, her gaze darted back to you, checking if you understood, if she hadn’t lost you entirely, but to you, the details hardly mattered. You felt a warmth spreading through your chest, and you realised you’d never wanted to listen to anyone quite as much as you wanted to listen to her.

The first few weeks at Chelsea were a blur of excitement, nerves, and blushing uncontrollably whenever Jessie was around. It seemed like she could simply walk into a room, and your cheeks would betray you, heating up despite your best attempts to play it cool. Every time you were near her, words tangled in your mouth, your mind going blank as she flashed you that easy, shy smile. You’d catch yourself stealing glances, mesmerised by the smallest details – the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the quiet focus in her eyes, the subtle hints of laughter that danced on her lips when she was listening.

But on the pitch, Jessie was something else entirely. Watching her play was like watching art in motion. She moved with a confidence and skill that felt almost otherworldly, commanding every inch of space around her with a natural grace and intensity that left you breathless. You had seen good players before. You had watched Alexia win all of her accolades, but this ... Jessie was something entirely different.

You couldn’t help but be captivated by her. There was a beauty in her game that went beyond skill; it was something deeper, something raw and magnetic that had you spellbound.

“Hola,” Jessie greeted you with that soft smile, walking over as you both lingered in the changing rooms after training one afternoon.

“Hi, Jessie,” you replied, already feeling the blush rush to your cheeks.

She shifted her weight slightly, her fingers curling around the strings of her hoodie, a familiar gesture you’d noticed before – a nervous habit that only seemed to surface when she was around you. “I was wondering…” she began, her voice quiet, almost shy. Then, after a short breath, she asked, “Puedo invitarte a cenar alguna vez?”

The Spanish threw you, startling you out of your own thoughts. “Que?” you blurted automatically, your mind scrambling to catch up with what she’d just said.

Jessie’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, and she looked down, her gaze dipping as if she suddenly wished she could disappear. “Did I say that wrong?” she mumbled, her voice muffled with embarrassment. “Oh gosh, this is so embarrassing.” She shifted, her hands clutching her hoodie strings a little tighter. “I… I was trying… am trying…” She paused, taking a deep breath before looking up at you, eyes wide. “Could I maybe take you out to dinner sometime? Like… on a date… I don’t know.”

You felt a rush of warmth bloom in your chest, realising what she was asking.

“Sí,” you managed to say, a shy smile spreading across your face as warmth bloomed in your cheeks. “Uh … yes, Jessie, me encantaría eso.”

Jessie’s brow furrowed slightly as she tried to process your words. “You… encantar…?” she repeated, her expression a little puzzled, eyes full of that earnest concentration you found so endearing.

You chuckled softly, “I would like that.”

“Oh!” she said, her smile returning, wider and more certain now, her fingers finally letting go of her hoodie strings. There was a new spark in her eyes, a look of pure relief mixed with excitement, and it made your heart skip. She looked so genuinely happy, her gaze locking with yours in a way that made everything else fade into the background.

“Good,” she whispered, almost to herself, her smile turning soft and shy again. “Cool ... I … I’m really glad.”

[gracie-eilish]

baby bump💕

an: ok humor me. one more baby fic and then i’m all done and it’s out of my system i promise.

also i found those two pics of billie on pinterest and she’s making the same face in both. my heart can’t take it.

i love domestic billie. in the words of billie herself, “i’m gonna have a kid. this year.” no im not. im 22. not yet. ok that’s all i’m done talking abt it bye enjoy the fic.

The golden hues of the sunset streamed through the open French doors, bathing the kitchen and living room in warm light. The soft breeze carried the scent of the garden into the house, mingling with the aroma of garlic and herbs sizzling in a pan on the stove. It was a peaceful evening, one of those moments that felt effortlessly perfect.

You sat on the couch in the living room, your legs tucked beneath you, one hand resting protectively on your baby bump. A small smile played on your lips as you watched Billie in the kitchen, moving with an easy rhythm as she worked on dinner. She wore one of her oversized hoodies, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, her hair tied back in a loose bun. She was humming softly—an old love song that made your heart swell every time you heard it.

Meanwhile, your little girl toddled around the space, her tiny footsteps padding across the floor. She clutched a wooden spoon in one hand and a small, unpeeled onion in the other, convinced she was helping Billie prepare dinner.

“Good job, bug,” Billie said, crouching down to take the onion from her. “You’re gonna be the best little chef someday.”

Your daughter giggled, her laughter filling the room as Billie scooped her up, planting a noisy kiss on her cheek. Then, without warning, she squirmed out of Billie’s grasp and toddled over to you, her spoon clutched triumphantly.

“Mommy!” she called, clambering up onto the couch beside you.

“Hi, sweet pea,” you said, pulling her close and peppering her cheeks with kisses, making her squeal with delight. “What are you cooking over there?”

She held up the spoon as if it were a prized treasure. “Dinner!”

“Dinner, huh?” you teased, brushing her soft hair out of her face. “You’re doing such a good job.”

Billie glanced over her shoulder, grinning. “She’s definitely the head chef tonight. I’m just her assistant.”

You laughed, your heart so full you thought it might burst.

Your daughter wriggled off the couch and ran back to Billie, who was stirring something on the stove. She tugged on Billie’s hoodie until Billie crouched down to her level. “Mama,” she said, pointing toward you. “Baby!”

Billie froze for a moment, her eyes wide. Then, a soft smile spread across her face as she glanced over at you.

“Yeah, bug,” Billie said gently. She turned her full attention to your daughter, her voice soft and patient. “There’s a baby in Mommy’s tummy.”

Your daughter’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Baby?” she repeated, looking back at you.

You nodded, resting your hand on your belly. “That’s right, sweetie. There’s a little baby growing in here. You’re going to be a big sister.”

For a moment, she just stared, her tiny brows furrowed as if she were trying to comprehend what that meant. Then, to your surprise, she toddled over to you and gently placed her hand on your belly, mimicking your gesture.

“Baby,” she said again, her voice filled with wonder.

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you reached out to stroke her hair. “That’s right, baby girl. You’re going to be the best big sister.”

Billie walked over, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, her expression full of awe and love. She crouched beside the two of you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as her other hand joined yours on your belly.

“She’s already so good at this,” Billie murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

“She is,” you agreed, leaning your head against her shoulder.

The three of you stayed like that for a moment, the breeze from the open doors carrying the faint sound of waves crashing in the distance. It was one of those moments that felt frozen in time, a snapshot of love and family that you knew you’d hold onto forever.

Eventually, Billie kissed the top of your head and stood up. “Alright, let’s finish up dinner, yeah?”

Your daughter clapped her hands, excited to continue her “helping,” and toddled back to the kitchen. You stayed on the couch, watching as Billie let your little girl stir the sauce with her small hands on top of Billie’s. They both giggled when a little bit splattered onto the counter.

Dinner was simple but perfect: pasta with fresh vegetables from the garden, crusty bread, and a salad Billie had tossed together. The three of you sat at the table, your daughter perched in her high chair, gleefully smearing tomato sauce across her face. Billie reached across the table to take your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles as she smiled at you.

After dinner, the three of you moved back to the living room. Billie spread out a blanket on the floor, and your daughter plopped herself down in the middle of it with her favorite stuffed animal. You and Billie sat beside her, your head resting on Billie’s shoulder as she traced lazy patterns on your belly.

As the evening wore on, your daughter started to grow sleepy, her little body leaning against Billie’s side. Billie scooped her up, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she carried her upstairs to bed. You followed, standing in the doorway of her room as Billie tucked her in and whispered goodnight.

When the two of you finally returned to the living room, the house was quiet, save for the sound of the waves and the occasional rustle of the breeze through the open doors. Billie pulled you onto the couch, wrapping her arms around you and resting her hand on your belly again.

“I still can’t believe this is our life,” she murmured, her voice soft. “You, her, the baby… it’s everything I ever wanted.”

You turned to look at her, your heart so full it hurt. “It’s everything I ever wanted too.”

And as you sat there together, the warmth of her love surrounding you, you knew that no matter what the future held, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

[redbird-tf]

Wild dog

dean x little sister

synopsis; A vampire hunt goes horribly wrong, leaving you injured in more ways the one, by the person you'd least expect.

inspired by

Word count; 2.6k (officially my longest story, please dont let it flop)

Warning: hurt/comfort, injury, john, violence, language

No no no, this couldnt be happening. You all knew taking on a vampire nest was a dangerous mission, but this mistake should have never happened. Now, here you lay on the cold, hay-covered floor of an old barn. Pain pulses through your body, your mind teetering on the edge of consciousness, and Dean looming over you.

The barn was crawling with those nasty blood-sucking monsters—20, maybe more. You three had been tracking them for weeks and prepared well. Hiding in the bushes, you waited until the nest was deep in slumber before making your move. You had to move quietly. Killing as many in their sleep as possible until one awoke. Its shrill scream shattered the silence, jolting the rest of the nest awake. "Split!" Dean's voice rang out, and in an instant, you all scattered.

Dean skidded to a stop as he faced a dead end. His grip tightened around the machete, turning to face the vamps closing in. “come get it you sick son of a bitch” he growled. He swung in every direction, blood soaking his clothes. When Dean got like this he turned into a killing machine. No thoughts just, swing-hit-kill, swing-hit-kill. A vamp hurled down at him from the ceiling, yet without flinching Dean grabbed it by the throat slamming it against the wall behind him and slicing its head clean off. Only when the head rolled past his feet did he take a breath and allow his shoulder to slump.

The sound of fast footsteps made him whirl around, swinging his machete wildly, his fist connecting with the creature's face, sending it crashing to the ground. “Dean stop!” Sams horrified voice rang pulling Dean from his soilder like state. Deans eyes widened in shock and the machete slipped from his hand. “Oh my god” his voice broke. It was you. You who was running up on him. You who’s side he sliced into. It was you who lay in front of him now.

Dean collapsed to his knees, and his hands came up to cradle your face “Sweetheart, sweetheart can you hear me” he begged with desperation. You let out a painful groan, and Dean let out a heavy sigh of relief. Sam lifted your shirt, inspecting the cut that was pouring blood. His concerned gaze met Dean, “What?” Dean demanded, panic rising in his chest. “We can’t stitch this dean, we need to take her to the hospital now” Sam replied with quick urgency. He pushed Dean aside, scooping you into his arms. You let out another agonizing moan. “Sorry bug” Sam whispered. “And say what?” Dean frantically snapped while darting toward the car. “I don't know Dean, let's worry about that when our sisters insides aren’t visible!” Sam shouted in frustration.

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When they reached the hospital, Dean shouted for help, and within seconds doctors surrounded them, lifting your limp body from Sam's arms and onto a bed. Deans eyes never left you as you were wheeled away, only breaking when pushed past white doors. It was then the adrenaline wore off and guilt flooded his body. He stood frozen, Sam’s voice was mumbled trying to convince the nurse it had been a bear or something.

“Sir, sir, SIR” Dean's trance was broken by the nurse's voice. “Does your hand feel alright?” She asked kindly. Dean furrowed his brows in confusion, then looked down at his fist. His knuckles were bruised and the image of his fist connecting with your face made his lip quiver.

Dean and Sam sat in the silence of the waiting room. Dean's head hung low, his thumb rubbing over his bandaged hand. Sams head jerked up at the sound of heavy footsteps, “what the hell” he muttered. Deans eyes widened at the sight of John. They both quickly stood from their seat “Dad what are you-“Sam was cut off. “What the hell happened?” John asked sternly, gazing between the brothers. There was a tense pause before Dean spoke up “It was me… she ran up from behind me. i should have been more careful…” Dean spoke quietly, half to keep the nurses from hearing and half because he couldn’t raise his voice without the risk of breaking down. John sighed heavily “How many goddamn times have i told her not to do that-“John started “It's not her fault” Dean quickly rebutted. John opened his mouth but fell silent at the sight of a nurse approaching. “How is she?” John asked, his body tensed, bracing for the worst. “Shell be alright” the boys shoulders dropped. “Shell have to take it easy for a few months to prevent tearing stitches….” The nurse paused, hesitating to continue “Her injury was very severe, it's a miracle she's still alive” The room fell silent again. “Can we see her?” Sam asked in an urgent tone.

The three of them hurried to your room. Sam and John rushed to your bedside, except for Dean who stood frozen in the doorway, watching you slowly gain consciousness.” what happened?” You asked groggily. Sam spoke softly to you but the Anastasia still weighed heavy, making it hard to understand his words. A shiver ran through your body and your head cocked to the side catching a glimpse of Dean. Dean jumped out of sight, pressing his back against the wall. He swallowed sharply, his heart hammering in his chest. “De…” he heard you call. “Dean” again, and again. A moment later John stepped out, “she's cold. She wants a jacket” he stated firmly. Without a word, Dean shrugged off his jacket and pushed it into John's hand. “Go home. We’ll talk later” he ordered. “Yes sir,” Dean said lowly, his hand dragged down his face, then he turned his heel.

—————-

“What do you remember?” Sam asked, sitting at the edge of your bed. You thought for a moment, your mind capturing bits and pieces. A look of shock came over your face. “I was running to Dean and then…” Your breath hitched and your hand clutched your side “he didn't mean to” you whispered with turned-up brows. Sams brows furrowed in contrast “Of course he didn’t” he reassured you, placing his hand over yours. “Here you go kid” John stepped forward, passing Dean's jacket to you. “Where's Dean?” You asked. “Let's get going before the cops get here” John continued ignoring your question. “He didn't mean to Dad! It's my fault” you blurted out. Johns's gaze sharpened “you were reckless. and he acted like a goddamn wild dog. This is on both of you, i hope you've learned something. Now come on” he snapped coldly, turning his back.

——

The drive back to the motel in John's truck was silent with unbearable tension. When John pulled into the lot you noticed Dean's impala was nowhere in sight. “I'll check into another room. You two go to bed,” John said gruffly, pointing between you and Sam before walking off. Sam carried the bags into the room as you limped in behind him. “Where Dean?” You asked, turning to Sam with a confused look. “He’s probably just grabbing a drink” he explained, while unpacking his bag. “Can we call him, just to make sure” you nervously fidgeted with your fingers, “let's just give him some space right now,” Sam spoke quietly, giving you sympathetic eyes.

You had been tossing and turning for hours. Unable to sleep thanks to the pain meds wearing off. You stared at the ceiling until the glow of headlights flickered into the room. You listened closely to the squeak of brakes, followed by the jingles of keys. You quickly closed your eyes pretending to sleep. Footsteps crept their way into the room, then faded back out. You peeked around the room, seeing nothing changed. Slowly you sat up, cradling your side as you pushed yourself from the bed. Grabbing Dean's jacket from the nightstand, you tiptoed to the door making sure not to wake Sammy while you slipped out.

The wind bit at your cheeks. You quickly draped the jacket over your shoulders, pulling it tight. The Impala was parked in front of you, but no still dean in sight. Your eyes scanned the lot. It wasn't until you squinted your eyes that you spotted a figure in the distance, sitting on a bench, beneath a large oak tree. After a few minutes of limping, and grunting, you finally reached the bench. Dean swung around at the sound. “I got your jacket…” you said awkwardly. “Keep it,” he muttered after giving you a once over and taking a sip of his drink. You slowly took a seat next to him. The rustle of the tree blowing in the wind surrounding you two. “I shouldn’t have run up on you-“ you tried to reason “It's not your fault” Dean cut you off, his voice firm, eyes locked on the ground. “You've told me over and over again not to “ “so i should have known. I shouldn’t have looked before…” his voice strained.

Another silence settled. “I don't blame you Dean” you stated softly. “Well, i do.” He replied sharply, taking another swing of his drink. You watched him for a moment before shifting closer, resting your head on his shoulder. You could feel him relax beneath your touch. “You know when we were younger, I'd come home from school and Dad would be gone, but you'd be there.” You kept your voice steady. “Then Sam left, and i was sure you would to…but you never did. You've always been there for me Dean” you spoke softly. You saw his grip tighten around the bottle. “You know what hurt most of all” your voice barely a whisper. “when i called for you from the bed…and you didn't come” Your voice wavered before you could stop it and you bit down on your lip. Deans body stiffened. For the first time that night, he looked you in the eyes. His green eyes were a storm of emotions. “I'm sorry, kid” his voice painfully sincere. He lifted his hand to cradle the side of your face, his thumb smoothing over the bruise beneath your eye. “Dean i know you won't forgive yourself, but can you make me a promise” Your voice shook terribly, trying to keep your tears at bay. Dean nodded immediately. “promise you'll always come when i call you” you pleaded. Dean's face cringed realizing the pain he caused you, some worse than the physical. “I promise, baby” His voice was firm, unwavering. A gust of wind cut through the air causing you both to shiver violently. “We should go in now” Dean suggested to which you quickly nodded, earning a soft chuckle from him.

As You both stood up, a sharp pain radiated down your side, stopping you in your tracks. Dean turned to you in an instant, hearing you wince. “what's wrong?” He asked concerned. “My side” you breathed out, clutching at your ribs while bent over. Dean crouched down in front of you “How about i give you a ride” Dean recommended. You couldn’t help but smile as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, allowing him to slowly lift you off the ground. His warmth engulfed you. Your eyes grew heavy, sleep pulling you in as you rested against him. until his voice pulled you back. “You know I'll always protect you too. Even if that means from me sometimes” he said quietly, but his voice laced with a sense of seriousness. You pressed your face into his shoulder, letting yourself relax again before softly murmuring.

“Dean Winchester, my own wild dog”

[madthetruemad]

behind his back | prince!jinwoo x maid!reader

many people teased and mocked the prince behind his back for how weak he is, but not you. never you.

You enjoyed being Jinwoo’s friend even if his status was far higher than yours. Ever since childhood you both would sneak around and play together, and as you both grew up, well, the sneaking around didn’t happen as often, but you enjoyed any little piece of time with him you could get.

“They’re talking again,” Jinwoo muttered as you fixed his hair.

“They always do,” you said as you made sure none of his strands were tangled and his haircut was as he wanted.

He shook his head, “no…, their words are louder than usual. They always say how weak I am when we go to the dungeons, and I…”

You stopped messing with his hair and went to stand in front of him, “none of that now, prince. After this dungeon you will be crowned king of this land, and besides, who cares how strong or weak you are, you go out there to protect us – the people who can’t even wield the amazing power that you have.”

His smile was small and you wondered if you were getting through to him, you hoped that you were.

“You’ll also one day cure your mother, your sister will be so well off she won’t have to worry about a thing, and you’ll even meet a beautiful woman who you’ll cherish forever.”

He closed his eyes when you bent down to wrap him up in a hug, “and I’ll still be your maid cheering for you and taking care of all those pesky chores.”

“Right…”

You went to stand behind him again and made sure everything was in tip-top order, “now future king, it’s time for you to go!”

He stood up from his chair and turned to you, “you’ll still be here when I return, right?”

“Always.”

You and Jinwoo were eighteen years old when he and his group left for the dungeon that day. You remembered it quite well as it was marked the day that the crown prince disappeared along with all who went with him.

Six years later, on the anniversary of his disappearance, you expected nothing to change as you set about your chores for the day. You dutifully tutored his sister in her schooling, took care of his sick mother, and of course tended to most of the chores. It was going to be another long day it seems, you thought almost solemnly as you carried the new bedsheets to Jinwoo’s room.

His sister would often go in there and cry herself to sleep on some days that were tougher than others, so you always made sure to give her clean sheets so she wouldn’t get sick.

Turning the knob and letting the door swing open, you were momentarily frozen in place, your lips parting slightly as a man you didn’t recognize was sleeping peaceful on the bare mattress.

“You-!”

The man stirred a little as he sat up, a yawn escaping his lips.

“How dare you! This is the crown princes’ room!”

After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he had glanced at you, his eyes blinking for a moment before he smiled, “you haven’t changed at all.”

That voice… it was deeper than you remember, but you still recognized it.

“…Jinwoo…?”

“The one and only,” he said before plopping back into his bed causing you to make an immediate fuss.

“Hey! At least let me put the sheets on first!”

“Later,” he mumbled.

“No, now!”

You went over to him and pulled at his sleeves, his new muscular build not going unnoticed by you, but you focused on the task at hand.

He ignored you and instead shot his hand out to grab your wrist. The grip he put into holding your wrist scared you a little, but you weren’t let to dwell on that fear as he hastily pulled you forward causing you to drop the bedding and fall onto the mattress with him where he snaked his arms around your waist and held you close to him. His face easily smooshing itself into your chest as you panicked.

“Jinwoo-“

“You’re the only one, you know,” he mumbled against your chest. Your clothing did little to shield you as you could still feel the warmth of his breath, “you’re the only one who never talked behind my back, the only one who kept coming to the place that I disappeared from, the only one who bothered to take care of my family. Why?”

“Because,” your voice shook a little, “we’re friends… always have been.”

He tilted his head up to look at you then, “and if I wanted something more?”

You couldn’t look directly at his face, why was he so hot?!

“We- we can’t”

“Why not?”

He reached up to turn your face back to look at him.

“I’m just your maid,” your voice wobbled out almost weakly as if that excuse alone wasn’t good enough not with the way he was looking at you with such a determined face.

“You don’t have to be,” his arms tightened around you as he pulled you down a bit which surprised you. He wasn’t strong enough to pull you like that before-

By now, your noses were brushing against each other, your eyes level, the intensity of his stare was too much for you, you never really did well with eye contact to begin with.

“Won’t you, be mine?”

“People will talk…”

“They always do,” he fired back easily.

“But your reputation-“

“Is already ruined, but I’m strong now, stronger than I was. Nothing they say will change how I feel about you. Because I don’t want you to be just a maid who cheers for me or takes care of me.”

He turned your face again to look at him, he was determined to keep your eyes only on him, “I want you as my wife.”

[authorhjk1]

could you do a how does KIOF roleplay?

Julie

At first you found Julie's roleplaying a little off putting. You're fine with a lot of stuff, but you didn't expect her to one day randomly suggest something this taboo. Julie doesn't have a brother or sister, but you're not sure if that makes it better or not. She herself told you that she knows it is weird at the beginning, but you can see how much it turns her on. How wet she gets when you call her your sister while you nail her naked body into the living room window. How her eyes glisten with lust while she strokes your cock, admiring it as if she saw it for the first time.

"Oh my god, little brother. I didn't know you had such a nice cock."

Julie liked a lot of foreplay as well, which makes the sex itself even more real. By now you can't count the times when you were just watching TV in the living room and suddenly Julie came in, only wearing the tightest crop top that showed off her naked nipples through the fabric and her lace panties, and just kneeled in front of the TV, then took something out of the drawer underneath it and walked away again. And everytime she said something, which made it clear what she's expecting you to do next.

"By the way, mom and dad are gonna be home late today."

On the weekends, Julie even roleplays early in the morning. When you're preparing breakfast she walks into the kitchen, only wearing a shirt of yours, which ends halfway down her thighs. Then, she opens the fridge and bends down, the hem of your shirt riding up her ass so you can have a good view of her wet pussy.

"Why do you always eat my stuff? You better make it up to your sister, sweetie."

Natty

Natty always had a thing for giving you head at random times since the beginning of your relationship. Sh just loved how you always looked so surprised when she either just dropped to her knees in front of you when the two of you were alone, or when she took your hand without a word in public, just giving you a wink, before leading you to a more private space.

And since she found the succubus hairband and wings while looking for a Halloween costume last year, Natty constantly roleplays as succubus. She keeps changing her outfit, but always includes the wings and horns.

When you wake up in the morning, you're greeted by her in nothing but sexy lingerie, her lips already tightly sealed around your cock. After a long day at work, you sometimes come home to Natty roleplaying different roles, while still roleplaying as succubus. A succubus school girl, a succubus teacher, a succubus cheerleader, a succubus bride who's husband is lying in the next room, already completely drained of his cum.

But for some reason, today's outfit might be your favorite. The nun outfit is obviously a sexier version of an actual thing a nun would wear, but you still catch the wings on her back and the two balck horns, which peak out from underneath her veil. Natty even put in red contact lenses, making her look even more like a succubus in disguise.

"Do you want to know what sinning feels like?"

Belle

Belle is a princess. I think that's pretty obvious. That's how she likes to be treated during sex all the time anyway. Throughout your time with her, she's tried out very different forms of princesses. Obviously Disney princesses came first. Cinderella, Belle, Jasmine and so on. But once Belle tried out all of these often enough, she moved on.

Last week you came home to her lying on your bed, the only thing she was wearing was princess Leia's custome from Jabba's palace. She offered you her leash and asked you to be the roughest you've ever been with her. Which still doesn't mean that much since getting fucked from behind while getting her face pressed into the sheets is already extreme for her. She's just a soft princess most of the time.

Yesterday you were greeted by a Chinese princess. Belle wore a silk hanfu, which showed all kinds of light colours, making her look like a spring goddess. Flowers in her hair and a big golden hairpin completed her outfit. It was authentic, so she barely showed any skin at all, but that was completely fine with you, since it made the experience even more real.

And today another princess waited for you on your bed after you stepped out of the shower. Belle as a Pharaoh's daughter, wearing a black wig a golden hairband in form of a snake and golden bracelets on her arms and ankles. Her white silk dress was incredible thin, almost counting as see through. It showed off her body's curves perfectly and you could even see a fake bellybutton piercing through the dress.

Haneul

Haneul wasn't a fan of roleplay, until she wore something more formal once. Not a dress, but a suit. She felt somewhat powerful and strong in it and to her own surprise she made you feel that during sex that night.

She still doesn't roleplay often, but occasionally, you now find yourself face to face with your strict boss who threatens to fire you if you don't eat her out, or your school's principal who threatens to call your parents if you don't show her your cock, or once even your superior officer who tells you to fuck her hard if you don't want to get dishonorably discharged.

You usually enjoy fucking and using Haneul however you want with her being a good girl, but once in a while you do like to be the one who has to do what she says.

"And now the other one."

Right now Haneul roleplays as the hot and successful neighbor, who caught you looking at her through the window. She told you she'd call the police if you didn't do what she said. So now you place her naked foot on the floor, before your reach for the other one, still in one of her heels.

[frost-queen]

🅵🅴🆅🅴🆁🆂 // part 11 (Reader x Young-il / player 001)

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Summary: While friends grief, the frontman concerns him over you. Wanting nothing more for you to be close to him once more. Yet stumping against the restrictions of his mask. One he perhaps must undo himself off. [series]

With empty hearts and heavy feet, they slumped forwards. An eerie silence having bestowed upon them. Nothing but the classic jingle booming through the speakers in an annoying pitch. Each step felt heavier as they marched down. Falling in line with those left. A feeling that never seemed to get away.

With each happy moment, the cold reality swung at them. Knocking them off their feet and sending them under. Reminding them how cruel the games were. White sneakers smudged with blood. The colour of blood was all they saw. Red for eternity. Step after step they followed the pink suits up front back to the dorms.

The remaining players slowly started to scatter around. Each returning to their beds in silence. Something about today’s game had left a silence in the air. There was but one that broke the silence. Whistling. First soft, then louder. More known. It made some curious heads turn.

The whistling coming from a rather cheerful chap. One hand in his pocket, the other swaying at his side. As if haven taken a walk in the park, he moved through the dorms. Nam-gyu. Those who grieved hard, turned their heads. Staring in disgust at him. Eyes puffy and red. – “Ya!” - Hyun-ju shouted loud. Making the whistling stop suddenly.

Before he could slip his hand out of his pocket, she had taken a hold of him. Grabbing him firmly by his shirt. Her knuckles almost up to his nose. Her fist hovering over his face. – “Gaesaekki.”– she screamed out, pulling him up to her nose.

Her eyes widened with hatred when he started laughing. He laughed. Laughed at the death of her friend. Of her yeodongsaeng… little sister. It became red before her eyes. Blinded with rage. Her fist came down. Knocking at bone.

Then another hit. A third. Again and again she let her knuckles hit bone. The laughing never stopping. Not even when his teeth were coloured red. – “Hyun-ju!” – a voice called out as two firm arms wrapped around her. Pulling her away from him. Hyun-ju kept hitting her fist down. His shirt slipped through her grip, making him stumble. Stumble to the ground. Laughing with blooded teeth and a bruised cheek.

Hyun-ju let out a chilling scream. Body trembling with rage at the loss of her yeodongsaeng. Sinking to her knees, Dae-ho went down with her. Wrapping his arms around her. She shoved him away, not wanting his touch. Gasping for air as it had become hard to breathe once more. Holding herself, her body rocked forwards.

“It’s my fault… I killed her…” – she whispered to herself. Feeling strongly responsible for your death. It was after all she who conducted the motions. Tell each player where to go. Even though she had not conducted your last act, she felt responsible for it. Unable to protect you. Already missing your presence. Missing your smile and that small fighting engine inside of you.

Gaem-ja touched her shoulders, whispering to her to get up. Hyun-ju shakily got up, letting her lead her back to the beds. Silence followed like a trail. Returning to their secluded area. Gi-hun was already there with Jun-hee. Gi-hun sat on your bed, staring at your pillow. His hand keeping a warmth on the matrass. Jun-hee was sniffing loudly against Myung-gi’s shoulder. Dae-ho hurried to a secluded area from each other.

Covering up his mouth to deafen out his sobs. Chest shuddering with emotion as the tears rolled down. Gi-hun pulled your pillow closer to his chest. Wrapping his arms around it. Barely any tears left to cry. – “Mianhae Y/n. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” – he spoke to your pillow, giving it a cherished kiss. His gaze then went up. Up to the camera. – “I’ll end your games!” – he proclaimed to the camera. Knowing the man responsible for it was watching. The frontman.

The camera focused on Gi-hun. The view zooming in on his face. One man watching. From all the monitors, his focus was on the one that recorded his familiar place. Letting out a hard swallow. Feeling the intensity of the threat through the screen. The camera slowly zoomed back out. Showing more of those he knew. Of those he shared two games and a few nights with.

His head turned, attention drawn away from the monitors. Listening in. Listening in for something. Behind the mask his expression was emotionless. Numb. Stern. Turning on his heel, he ventured through his private quarters. Lingering in the door opening to another room. His bedroom.  A person laying in his bed. Still not awake.

He lowered his head a bit before venturing further. Stepping into the room. Going around his bed to wait at the side. Staring down. Hard. The mask hiding his true emotions. Tilting his head a bit to the side. Seeing the sweat still clearly present on your forehead and neck. With carefulness he came sitting down on the matrass.

Moving his hand up. Taking off his glove with shuddering tugs. His fingers close to his palm. With a shuddering breath, he moved his bare hand closer to you. Letting it hover above your forehead. The back of his hand touched your forehead. It was warm. His hand suddenly pulled away at the movement of you. Eyes settling on a black mask.

Gasping loud, you shot up. Pulling the blanket along with you. Sitting up straight against the back-frame. The frontman moved his hands up in a calming way, yet it was too late. Calling it out, you shoved your foot at him. Kicking him off the matrass. The frontman falling onto the ground. A piercing pain shooting through your side. Making you reach for it with a contracted expression. The frontman turned his head to you, underneath his mask, his eyes widening. He pulled himself up to his feet.

“You must…” – he said keeping his hands up. – “Stay away from me!” – you screamed at him, kicking your foot his way to keep him at bay. – “Please…” – he begged but you seemed to have no ears for it. A pillow went his way, hitting him in the chest.

Followed by a loud scream from you. Clutching your side, you moved over to the other side of the bed. Stumbling out of bed. Panting loud. Head feeling like a volcano. Ready to burst open with hotness. Sweating as your vision blurred. The walls vibrating around you.

The frontman was at your side, kneeling down. Offering you a hand. Clenching your jaw, you slapped his hand away. Hitting him in the mask. Pulling yourself to your feet. Stumbling forwards. Bumping against the doorframe. Legs wobbly and shaking. Unsteadily you thumped into the next room. Nearly out of breath.

Feeling his presence behind you. You called it out, turning around with a throwing punch. Wrist caught by his hand. Hand inches away from his face. – “Let me go!” – you called out, kicking at him. The frontman doubled over as his grip on you faltered.

The force made you stumble back against a small coffee table. – “Why am I alive?” – you let out confused. You were supposed to be dead. You had been shot. You had sacrificed your life so Jun-hee had another fighting chance.

“What kind of sick game are you playing here?” – you went on, grabbing the coffee table behind you firm. Leaning forwards at the strong pain coming from your side. Face contracting with pain.

 “Please…” – the frontman spoke approaching you once more. – “Stay back!” – you shouted at him, making him pause. Panting loud, you looked over your shoulder. Letting go of the coffee table as you stumbled further. – “Is this some sick private game?” – you breathed out, having to blink hard to keep your eyes open.

Burning like an oven. – “You have a fever.” – you heard him say. Grabbing for the wall, you let your forehead lean against it. Needing a moment to come to your senses. To try and get a grip of yourself. 

“Listen to me…” – the frontman spoke catching your attention. – “Why would I do that?” – you panted out. Turning your head slightly at him. Hand trembling, you slowly removed it from against your side. Seeing the tips of your fingers coloured with blood.

The frontman noticed it as well. Noticed how your wound had started to bleed once more. You pushed yourself away from the wall, taking a step before collapsing through your knees. – “Y/n!” -the frontman called out, rushing at you.

Catching you before your body could fully hit the ground. Slumping over his arms, you furrowed your brows at him. – “You must rest.” – he let out with a firm voice. Looking up to the black mask, your breath shuddered. Perhaps it was the fever, but you felt something familiar around him.

His gloved hand touched your cheek, thumb brushing downwards. Punching him against the mask, you stumbled back. Face contracting with pain and grief. – “You killed Jung-bae.” – you cried out. – “You killed Young-il!” – shouting his name to mark your anger.

The frontman held his hands up in a defenceless way. – “Y/n.” – he said before bringing his hands to the back of his head. Pulling down the hood. Keeping one hand at the front of the mask, the other reaching for the back of his head. Unclasping something. The mask still pressed against his face as your eyes widened with fear. Slowly it lowered, showing you a saddened face.

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[lila-went-missing]

Best Friends older sister Sevika headcanons

I've been obsessed with this idea for a second now. No one asked for this but I'm writing it anyway. This may have more than one part, we'll see. This is also, once again, not proofread.

Enjoy my lovelies! X

Notes: Modern AU, reader is a senior in high school and is 18, Sevika is a freshman at the nearest university and lives at home

Bsf's Sister!Sevika Who is honestly terrifying.

Her real arm is the size of your head and her metal one is a whole different story.

She's 6'1 and towers over almost everyone.

There's an energy about her- something in the way she carries herself and the look on her face- that has everyone cowering when she walks by.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika Who never once scared you.

It confused everyone around you two, especially her.

She was used to the effect that she had on everyone, liked it even. But you never saw her like that.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who lost her arm when she was twelve in the same car accident that killed her mom.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika whose dad was an engineer that originally worked on engines for machines but after his daughter was hurt started working on prosthetics.

He spent months building her first arm. He spent even longer than that working with scientists to build one that would respond to brain waves.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who gave up on finding someone to love her the moment she lost her arm. Kids are mean and most of them had never seen someone missing an arm before.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who started building muscle to look scary.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who figured that if she looked scary enough then people wouldn't make fun of her any more.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who met Silco and Vander one day in the gym and clicked with them.

They didn't care that she was missing an arm, they actually thought it was really badass.

For the first time in a while she had friends who actually cared and they became like her brothers.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who started smoking weed to help the pain from nerve damage.

She started selling it her junior year of high school and quickly began supplying most of the teenagers in town.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who tasted your baked goods for the first time and had what was either the best or worst idea of her life.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who split profit with you if you made your brownies, cookies, and cinnamon rolls a little special.

You said yes of course because she always sat with you in the kitchen and you liked spending time with her.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who always invites you to the parties she goes to but keeps her eye on you the whole time.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who has the biggest soft spot for you but won't admit it.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who catches herself falling for you and immediately starts beating herself up.

How could someone so sweet and angelic like you ever fall for her?

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who get's really quiet like she used to, trying to force herself to stop loving you.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who is walking past her sisters room one night when you're staying over.

Against her better judgement, she stands there at the door listening.

"I'm just saying, Sev gave up on finding someone a long time ago. Everyone is scared of her, that's the way she likes it. But you're not. I saw you two in the kitchen last week, before that party. I haven't seen her look genuinely happy in a long time. But you bring that part of her back."

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who is on the other side of the hall and in her room with the door slammed shut in five seconds flat.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who realizes she is helplessly in love with you.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who can't sleep that night so she goes down into the kitchen to get some water just to find you doing homework at the island.

Bsf's Sister!Sevika who watches from the doorway for a second before making herself known.

The second you see her she's met with the sweetest voice she's ever had the pleasure of hearing.

"Hi, Vika. What are you doing up?"

"I uh- couldn't sleep. Is that biology work?"

You nod with a small smile, pushing the textbook away. "I have a test Monday, wanted to get some last minute studying in."

She hums, nodding. "You'll do great, you always do."

Your smile widens and she thinks she has a heart attack. "Thanks Sev." Oh now she is definitely having a heart attack now.

Her body moves on its own, drawn to you like a magnet. She's walking towards you before she can stop herself. The logical part of her is screaming at her to stop- to turn around and go back up to her room and pretend this conversation never happened. But the emotional part of her, the part she hasn't let herself feel in so long, is far too addicting to shut out. She has you caged against the counter in seconds, not really sure of what she's doing.

She thinks she should stop but you're looking at her, wide-eyed, with the most loving expression she thinks she's ever seen and she just can't. Her real hand is cradling your jaw while her metal one braces against the counter. You look at her for a second longer before your voice comes out in an angelic whisper.

"It's okay."

And suddenly her lips are on yours. You don't waste a second kissing her back. Your own hands pull her in, one on her cheek and the other on the metal of her shoulder. She thinks she could sob at the way you hold her so gently. The way you don't care what she looks like, or the way she portrays herself. You see it, and you love all of it.

Books and movies always talk about kissing someone and sparks flying. They say that it's this big thing that's electric and fueled by passion. They're all wrong. Kissing Sevika feels like coming home. It's warm, and sweet, and so unbelievably loving that it suffocates you in the best way.

When she pulls away, she rests her forehead against yours, eyes still closed. She's afraid that if she opens them then she'll be back in her room and none of this will have happened. Your voice is what snaps her out of it.

"Sev-"

And then she's apologizing more than she has in her life.

"Fuck, I'm sorry- I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry-" Your lips cut her off. Any other time she'd be pissed, but she can't be. Not with you. Not when you're kissing her like she's the only person you've ever loved.

"Don't you dare apologize."

Her hands are on your waist, your hips, your thighs, anywhere she can reach. She can't keep them off of you. But yours wrap around her neck with just as much fervor, pulling her flush against you with more passion than you've ever had for someone.

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Sooo needless to say a pt.2 is most likely coming. And it will most likely be very smutty because why not.

[shyamanuensis]

houseparty - m.r

am i nervous about delving into slytherin boy territory? fucking oath. either way. hope you enjoy a little riddle pov xoxo

It was an eager slip of my fingers once again burying deep inside her that made her moan; body squirming in sync; her eyes flickering shut as her hands ran slowly across the bare soft skin of her midriff, my lips pressing cold onto her inner thighs as a small damp patch I’d been expecting sprawled quickly over the sheets of her sister’s bed. I kept my pace slow and steady – you know the old fable of the tortoise and the hare. If I was going to get anywhere tonight, I had to make sure that she won the pleasure race in first place. The arch in her back seemed to come and go like fireworks, there one second; gone the next – an amazing view when a glimpse was caught at the right time. Her breasts half spilled out of the black lace clad bra I’d decided to leave on her; everything else stripped for my own appeasement and her pleasure. They’d be my next point of call and on occasion, just when I wanted to be sure that she hadn’t been lost to the ecstasy she’d stumbled into, I’d reach up and tug the fabric down for a peak at the swell she was so insistent on always having the lights off in the bedroom to conceal. “Mattheo…” Her voice was weaker than it had been fifteen minutes ago when we found ourselves in this position; it sent a luxury of shivers through my veins and the brush of knives stabbing through my spine. I knew she was trouble from the moment I first laid eyes on her. She knew I was trouble from when your lips first met. The party downstairs at her parents’ house had seemed to only be getting started when we found each other in the kitchen by accident – dress tight, hips swaying as she poured herself a drink, no emotions attached. It was love at first sight; or well, second sight. I mean it would have been if her boyfriend hadn’t shown up tonight. My tongue trailing over her slip, wet and plump, remembering the last time we’d spent the night like this I got another moan to elicit itself from between her lips. This one muffled by the pillow she’d used to try and silence herself. A knuckle between her teeth never a good idea for self-preservation. I kept my fingers moving; pumping softly causing her legs to shake, toes to curl, hands clawing at anything she could to find a way of grounding herself to what was happening. Lapping at her core gently, arms wrapping around her thighs, drawing mindless nothing patterns down her legs; the taste she had on offer was so fucking sweet, so divine; like something you’d wish to have all to yourself on a warm summers day melting straight into your mouth and.. “A little faster Matty.” Her every wish, my command. I wondered if the stubble across my jaw worried her, if every breath I exhaled sent sensations up her spine the way the rise and fall of her chest did mine. Sucking at her clit, lips pulling at her folds which I gently rolled through my teeth; I felt her hands soon enough lower down, lifting my head up ever so slightly so that our gazes could meet on purpose for the first time tonight. “I.. I need more.. m-more than this.” The request was strangely fulfilling. “O’course..” I managed to whisper against her searing skin. “Anything for you tonight, Princess.”

[kats0nlin3]

master of none | eddie munson x fem!reader

summary FWB with Eddie gets messy when feelings are involved. After being ignored at a party, you try to move on—but Eddie isn’t ready to let you go just yet. Tension, jealousy, and a little chaos follow.

warnings nsfw, 18+ only, implied sexual content, FWB, unrequited love, emotional hurt, mild swearing, jealousy, minor violence (Eddie pinning reader to the locker), Y/N

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Eddie’s eyes lazily scanned your bedroom, taking in every detail. His gaze lingered on the polaroids strung up above your desk, glowing softly under the fairy lights. The room was a chaotic mix of your personality—pom-poms tossed haphazardly near the closet, clothes spilling out onto the floor from this morning’s outfit search, and posters peeling slightly at the edges. It felt warm, lived-in, unmistakably you.

He hissed through his teeth, a sharp sound cutting through the quiet hum of the room. His fingers gently tangled in your hair, urging your head up from between his legs.

“Careful with the teeth, babe,” he said, voice low but teasing.

Your wide eyes met his as you sat back on your heels, swiping at the few strands of hair clinging to your flushed cheek. You gave him a sheepish smile, cheeks burning.

“Sorry,” you murmured.

Eddie’s lips curled into a lopsided grin, softening the moment. He ran his thumb across your cheek, his touch lingering before you leaned back down, taking him back into your mouth without missing a beat. He sighed, head falling back against the bed frame, eyes fluttering shut as the tension melted from his body.

The quiet didn’t last long. A faint creak from the other side of the wall snapped his eyes open. Shit. He’d almost forgotten—your older brother was home. One wrong move and the door could fly open, leaving him scrambling for excuses that wouldn’t save his life.

Eddie shot upright, muscles tensing as he jerked away from you, nearly knocking you off balance.

“Whoa!” you gasped, bracing yourself with a hand on his thigh. You looked up at him, brow furrowed in concern. “Did I hurt you again?”

“No, you were doing great, babe, but I just remembered… Wayne needed my help with something,” Eddie says, tugging his jeans back up in a hurry, fingers fumbling with the zipper.

Your eyes narrow. “Something?” You cross your arms, head tilting slightly. “Eddie, if you’re not having fun with me, just say it. You don’t have to make up some lame excuse.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, and before you can pull away, he grabs your hands, holding them between his calloused fingers. His touch is warm, grounding, but his words are quick—almost too quick.

“That’s not it at all,” he insists, squeezing gently for emphasis. “I have tons of fun with you, babe. Seriously.”

You raise a brow, unconvinced. “Then why are you always in such a rush to leave?”

Eddie opens his mouth but hesitates. His chest tightens under your gaze. He can’t tell you the truth—that the accidental scrapes of your teeth had killed his mood. He definitely can’t admit that he’s planning to head over to Paige’s later for something a little more… reliable. So instead, he blurts out the first thing that pops into his head.

“It’s your brother.”

Your face twists in disbelief, and you rip your hands out of his grip. “You’re into him, aren’t you?”

“What?! No!” Eddie’s eyes widen in horror. “I just don’t want him barging in here and seeing his baby sister with her mouth stuffed full of my cock! He’ll kill me!”

“You’re being dramatic,” you say, crossing your arms.

Eddie shakes his head, leaning back against your desk. “Your brother specifically made it clear he doesn’t like me.”

“That’s because he just needs to get to know you better,” you counter, tilting your head.

“Absolutely not,” Eddie says with a dry laugh. “Your brother’s… somewhat traditional. How do you think he’d feel if he found out about this little deal between us?”

Ah, yes—the deal.

It all started last summer, a casual arrangement with no strings attached. Friends with benefits. It seemed simple enough at first, fun and exciting. But somewhere along the way, things changed—for you, at least. What was supposed to be casual had turned into something more. You started catching feelings, hoping—praying—that Eddie would eventually feel the same.

Unfortunately, he didn’t.

“I can see whoever I want, whenever I want. He’s not the boss of me,” you declare, arms crossed defiantly.

Before Eddie can respond, a knock on the door cuts through the tension.

“Hey, Y/N, can I come in?” your brother calls from the other side of the door, his voice muffled but unmistakably suspicious.

Eddie’s eyes dart to yours, silently waiting for instructions, his body already halfway tensed to bolt. “We can tell him if you want. It’s your choice,” he offers, voice calm but laced with uncertainty.

You glance at the door, then back at him, rolling your eyes. “Fine. Just hurry up!”

Eddie nods and heads toward your window. You quickly follow, helping him climb out just as your brother knocks again.

“Just give me a second!” you call back, hoping your voice sounds more casual than panicked.

Eddie swings a leg over the windowsill, turning back to grab your hand before disappearing into the night. “There’s gonna be a party at Dan Shelter’s place tomorrow night,” he says, holding your gaze for a second longer than usual. “You should come.”

“I don’t know, Eddie…” you whisper, heart racing as your brother knocks on the door again, harder this time.

“Meet me there?” Eddie says, his voice soft and persuasive. “Let me make it up to you for… you know, cutting things short here?”

You shoot him a look, half-annoyed, half-amused. “If I say yes, will you leave already?”

He grins and leans in, brushing a quick kiss across your lips. “Oh, and about Mrs. O’Donnell’s writing assignment?”

“Yes, yes! I’ll get it done and give it to you first thing Monday morning. Now go!” you urge, glancing anxiously at the door.

Eddie chuckles, clearly enjoying your panic, but pulls you into one last kiss—longer this time, his hand cupping your cheek. For a brief moment, the world outside your bedroom fades away. You’re the one who finally breaks it, breathless and flustered.

“Go!” you whisper again, pushing him toward the window with a laugh.

You quickly fix your hair and smooth your clothes in front of the mirror before opening the door. Your brother stands there, arms crossed, eyes narrowing the second he sees you.

“Hello?” you say, feigning annoyance.

Steve doesn’t wait for an invitation. He pushes his way into your room, his eyes scanning every corner like a detective on a mission. “Who were you talking to?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “Hey, Steve, make yourself comfortable. How was my day? Oh, it was good. Thanks for asking,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Steve shoots you a hard look. “Just answer the question.”

“I was on the phone with Robin,” you reply coolly, raising an eyebrow.

“With Robin?” Steve repeats, clearly not buying it.

“Yeah,” you say casually, leaning against the doorframe. “We’re going to a party at Shelter’s house tomorrow night.”

Steve’s eyes narrow. “No, you’re not.” His voice is firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

“What? Why?” you ask, throwing your hands up.

“Dan Shelter is a college student,” Steve says, crossing his arms. “Why are a bunch of high school seniors going to a college party?”

You shrug. “Free booze?”

“Yeah, that’s a no.” Steve glares at you, his protective big-brother mode fully activated.

“I’m not a little 7-year-old, Steve.” you snap, hands on your hips.

“Fine,” Steve says with a shrug. “But I’m coming too.”

“No way! I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Either I come, or you’re not going,” he says firmly, eyebrows raised in challenge.

Your stomach twists. Eddie will be at the party, too. Great. Now you’ll have to figure out a way to sneak off with him—if Steve lets you out of his sight for even a second.

“Okay,” you huff. “But don’t embarrass me. Please.”

Steve smirks. “I’ll be totally chill. It’ll be like I’m not even there!”

Yeah, sure. Totally chill… until he inevitably ruins everything.

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“I thought you said you knew where you were going!” Robin says, throwing her hands up in frustration.

“Listen, all these houses look the damn same. Can you blame me?” Steve snaps, gripping the steering wheel.

“It’s a big house with drunk college kids throwing up on the front lawn—probably! How is that so hard to spot, Dingus?”

“I’ll turn this car around right now!” Steve threatens, shooting her a glare.

While they bicker back and forth, you sit quietly in the back, eyes focused on the window. Hopefully, Eddie doesn’t think you’ve bailed on him. Lately, it feels like he’s been distant—never staying long after you’ve had sex, his conversations feeling shorter, less warm. You can’t shake the thought that he’s losing interest.

But he did ask you to come. Maybe you’re just overthinking.

The sound of the car door shutting pulls you from your thoughts. Steve’s gone inside the gas station, leaving you alone with Robin.

“Hey, Robin?” you say, leaning closer to the middle console.

She turns toward you, curious. “What’s up?”

“I just want to say thanks for covering for me… and for coming along,” you say, offering a small smile. “You probably had better plans than some lame party.”

“Don’t sweat it! Any chance to get under your brother’s skin is always a pleasure,” Robin replies with a mischievous grin.

You chuckle. “What’s he even stopping for, anyway?”

“Powdered donuts. Says he can’t focus on an empty stomach. I think he’s just asking the cashier for directions so he doesn’t have to admit he’s lost.”

A beat of silence falls between you, the hum of the engine the only sound.

“So… you and Eddie?” Robin says casually, eyeing you through the rearview mirror.

Your stomach drops. The panic must have flashed across your face because Robin quickly adds, “Relax! I won’t tell Harrington anything.”

“How did you…?” you ask, eyes wide.

Robin smirks. “I see you guys hanging out at school every day. Didn’t take long to figure something was up. It’s cute, actually.”

“Yeah?” you say, cheeks warming.

“Eddie seems like a nice guy. I approve,” she says with a nod, then leans in a little. “But if he hurts you, I’ll kick his ass.”

You both chuckle, the tension easing.

Then she raises an eyebrow. “Are you guys… you know? Doing it?”

“Robin!!!” you squeal, face burning as you swat at her arm.

“I’m just making sure that if you are, you’re using protection!” Robin says, wagging a finger at you. “Don’t need a baby Munson running around wreaking havoc on the town.”

You roll your eyes but laugh. “We’re being very careful, just so you know.”

“Good. Keep it that way.”

“Okay, Mom,” you joke, shaking your head.

Just then, Steve swings the car door open, his mouth stuffed with two powdered donuts.

Robin scoffs. “What are you, five?”

“What?” Steve mumbles, powdered sugar spraying everywhere.

Robin grabs a napkin from the floor and starts wiping at his shirt, now covered in white powder. “Need me to feed it to you too?”

They immediately start smacking at each other like kids. You lean back in your seat, closing your eyes with a small smile.

Finally arriving at the party, you scan the crowded rooms, searching for him. No sign of Eddie.

Steve spots something—or someone—and gives you and Robin a quick warning not to “act stupid” before disappearing into the crowd. Robin bumps into Vickie and flashes you a grin. “Good luck,” she says before leaving you on your own.

Grabbing a red cup of liquor, you wander through the house, weaving between groups of partygoers. Every so often, you glance into the rooms, still searching for him. It feels like hours have passed before you finally spot him.

Eddie sits on a stool by the kitchen counter, sipping from his own cup. His eyes are scanning the room too—until they land on you. You wave, a big smile on your face.

But then… his eyes widen, and he quickly turns away, pretending not to see you.

The smile fades, replaced by a tight knot in your chest. Someone definitely saw that awkward moment. Heat rushes to your face, a mix of embarrassment and confusion swirling inside you. You take a step forward, ready to confront him—until you see her.

Paige.

She’s standing beside him in a tight red dress that hugs her curves, holding a cup in one hand, her red manicured nails shining under the dim lights. They’re talking, and not once does Eddie look your way.

A few minutes pass, filled with flirtatious smiles and light touches. Then Paige nods toward the stairs. Eddie follows without hesitation.

Shit.

They’re headed your way.

Your feet feel rooted to the floor. Paige glances at you, offering a friendly smile as they pass, but Eddie… he doesn’t even spare you a glance. He keeps his eyes on his drink, brushing past you like you’re invisible. You watch them disappear up the stairs, most likely into an empty bedroom.

Your chest tightens as your mind races.

Why would he invite you here just to blow you off? Did you take too long to get here? Is that why he’s upset? Or maybe… maybe he’s just bored of you. Maybe you were never enough.

“Y/N?” a voice calls out, cutting through the noise.

You flinch.

“Oh shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” says Ross, a member of the Hawkins basketball team. His eyes soften with concern. You’ve had a feeling for a while that Ross might have a thing for you. Unfortunately, you don’t feel the same way.

“Oh, hey, Ross.”

“Hi,” he says, shifting on his feet, his voice a little too soft.

“Hi,” you respond with a polite smile.

“Hi,” he says again, chuckling nervously.

You clear your throat to break the awkward loop.

“Right! Um, I saw your cup was empty, so I brought you a refill. I didn’t spike it or anything!” He winces at his own words. “That sounded wrong. Sorry. I, uh—you don’t have to drink it. I can get you another one if you want.”

You take the drink, already deciding that you’ll probably need a few more to survive the rest of this night. “It’s fine,” you say, trying to sound reassuring.

“Enjoying the party?” Ross asks, shifting his weight nervously.

You glance toward the stairs, still no sign of Eddie. “No, not really.”

“Wanna get outta here?” His tone is cautious but hopeful.

Your frustration boils over. “What, am I just everyone’s easy fuck?” you snap, louder than you intended. “If you’re looking to hook up for the night, it’s not gonna happen, okay? Go find someone else!”

Ross steps back, eyes wide. “Whoa, hey! I didn’t mean it like that. I was just gonna suggest we get a slushee or maybe a slice of pizza. I promise I’m not looking for… anything more than that.”

“Oh.” You sigh, rubbing your temples as the tension drains from your body. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to blow up on you like that.”

“It’s okay!” He flashes a kind smile. “Bad night, huh?”

“You have no idea…” you say softly, sadness slipping into your voice.

Ross watches you for a moment before giving a reassuring smile. He really is kind. Least you can do is take him up on his offer. Oh, what the hell.

“How about I let you pick the flavor of my slushee if I get to choose yours?” you suggest, trying to lighten the mood.

“Deal!” he says, maybe a little too excited, which makes you smile for the first time all night.

“Oh, just one thing… I came here with my brother and his friend. Is it cool if they come too?”

“Sure! I’ll even pay for theirs,” Ross offers confidently.

“Let’s not get too crazy now, Ross,” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckles and gently places a hand on your back, guiding you through the crowded house toward the front door. You don’t look back. Eddie wasn’t coming anytime soon.

⭒ ⭒ ⭒

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie says with his signature grin, leaning casually against the locker next to yours as the passing bell rings.

You scoff, refusing to even look at him as you grab your textbook and notebooks.

“Okay then…” he mutters, confused, before following you down the hallway. “Oh hey, do you have my assignment done by any chance?”

You stop abruptly, turning to face him with disbelief written all over your face. You reach into your bag, pull out the assignment, and shove it hard against his chest.

“Tell your girlfriend Paige to do your assignments next time,” you snap. “Mrs. O’Donnell’s gonna start wondering how an idiot like you is suddenly getting A’s on assignments you couldn’t pass last year. And I’m not taking the fall for your crap.”

You turn on your heel to walk away, but Eddie grabs your arm and gently pulls you back, pressing you against the lockers. His playful tone is gone, replaced by something colder.

“What’s with this little attitude?” he asks, eyes narrowing.

You laugh bitterly. “Wow. You’re really gonna stand there and act like you didn’t completely ignore me at the party? One you invited me to, by the way.”

“Babe, you know I can’t be seen with you when your brother’s around,” Eddie says, trying to soften his tone.

“He wasn’t anywhere near me, Eddie!” you snap. “And all I did was wave at you! I wasn’t exactly asking you to fuck me on the living room table!”

Eddie smirks, leaning in closer. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You’re a pig!”

“Wait, just hold on a second! I’m sorry, okay?”

He’s got you pinned against the lockers now, his body blocking you from view. Thankfully, the hallway is empty, and no one’s around to expose this secret thing between the two of you. You turn your head to avoid him, refusing to give in so easily.

Eddie gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. His brown eyes soften, a mischievous glint still lingering.

“You hate me?” he asks, his bottom lip jutting out in a playful pout.

“No,” you say quietly, your own lip trembling into a small pout.

“You forgive me?” Eddie asks, lacing his fingers with yours. He brings your hand up and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, his eyes watching you carefully.

You sigh, the weight of the party still heavy in your chest. “You went upstairs with her.”

“Babe… it was just a business thing. You know about my side hustle.”

“Then why did it take you so long to come back downstairs?”

“She was a first-time buyer,” Eddie says smoothly. “Had to make sure she knew exactly what she was getting into, the precautions, the usual.”

But that wasn’t the truth at all. Eddie and Paige had spent the night tangled together in every position imaginable until Dan had to kick them out of his room. Even after that, they hadn’t stopped, continuing in the back of his van once the party died down. But he wasn’t about to tell you that.

“So… you love me again?” Eddie asks, batting his eyes at you in an over-the-top attempt to be cute.

You bite your cheek, trying to hold back a smile, and swat at his arm. “I never stopped, idiot.”

“Good.” He grins, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him.

Eddie leans in, pressing his lips against yours, his hands traveling down your back and settling on your ass. You let out a small squeal when he gives it a squeeze.

That’s when you hear it—a loud thud hitting the floor.

You both freeze and turn toward the noise. Standing there, mouth agape, is Dustin, his textbook lying on the ground at his feet.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath.

[yeonmuse]

Okiiii can you do a like toxic yandere hoon and naive reader

Jealousy

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x brothers best friend sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. yandere non idol enha. not proofread. Wc 4.2k feats. ot7 [reqs are closed, inbox full] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary

authors notes. I hope this is to your liking, I’ve never really written anything yandere before so this is me sort of testing the waters? I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be a smut or angst since you didn’t include that but if this wasn’t isn’t to your liking let me know when my inbox is open so that i can try again

Your family had known the parks for quite some time, having moved to Korea when you were only four they had been the first to introduce themselves upon your arrival. A family of four, a sweet couple, their son and their beautiful baby girl. Your older brother and their son seemed to have bonded together really quickly, sparking jealousy from you having had your brother taken away from you when he was all you’d ever had to hang out with. Growing up Sunghoon had always been there, he’d become like a second brother to you, always looking out for you, walking you to and from the bus stop where your brother couldn’t or buying you snacks with his own money when you had none to buy your own.

Sunghoon and you had been quite close, though not as close enough as he and your brother, you'd been close enough to know every detail about him and chose versa. Or at least you’d thought you’d known everything. Sunghoon had always been fond of you, that was exactly why he’d taken care of you as well as he had, not simply because you were his best friends sister, but because he thought you were cute, like an innocent little angel that he could take care of to make himself feel like the perfect gentleman. Of course when other girls had seen how he’d treated you, they’d all take notice of him.

Though his little scheme and use of having you be his little doll had all fallen apart when he’d found out from your brother that you’d be going abroad for the last 2 years of highschool. Some stupid study program that he’d not been listening to your brother go into detail about, all he cared about was how it would affect his rep. You’d be gone and that meant he’d have to protect his rep all on his own.

Upon returning to school after your departure Sunghoon found that there was no more work to be done, many girls had already set their eyes upon him, many girls including the principal's daughter. An opportunity that Sunghoon wouldn’t dare pass up on, after all the two of them would look perfect together.

Sunghoon and Julie had been dating ever since, him having officially asked her to be his girlfriend during graduation after their constant on and off. Sunghoon hadn’t expected that he’d have been questioning his decision within only hours of asking Julie to be his.

Both the parks and your family had been gathered together in celebration of their children having graduated. Each of them lost in their own conversations including Sunghoon who’d had Julie sat at his side, her head resting on his shoulder as she mindlessly scrolled through her phone. Sunghoons attention had been on some party that he and your brother had been talking about until his eyes caught sight of a girl sneaking up behind him. Sunghoon wanted to open his mouth to say something, but the girl almost instantly shushed him, making his mouth fall closed and his brows furrowed in confusion.

Your flight had just landed back in korea, having been abroad in italy for two years it felt almost weird to finally be back. You wondered how much had changed, if your brother had still hung with sung hoon, if he’d made any new friends or gotten himself a girlfriend. You yourself had surely changed, though still as shy and timid as you were, you had grown far more since leaving korea. You’d become comfortable in your own skin, that comfort leading to an endless fashion sense that knew no bounds and a heightened confidence. Your appearance surely gave that of an adult woman now. The only thing that hadn’t seemed to change about you had been your height.

When you’d finally arrived at the restaurant address you felt your nerves building up so much you thought they’d spill from your pores if they could. You hadn’t known why you’d suddenly grown nervous, maybe it was because part of you thought your brother had made new friends and completely forgotten about you. The moment you stepped inside your nerves only seemed to heighten as you spotted him sitting next to your parents, Sunghoon having been sat across from him though in that moment you were too focused on surprising your brother to realize just how much Sunghoon had also grown up.

“I can’t believe you’ve already started eating without me.” The sound of your voice makes your brother's head turn so fast you’d think he’d get whiplash.

“Yn!?” All of your nerves seem to wash away as your brother lifts you up into his arms and hugs you tightly. His little sister had finally returned home.

Sunghoon on the other hand was completely shocked to say the least, he hadn’t even recognized you when he’d seen you, but upon closer look he realized it had definitely been you. The freckles on your skin and beauty marks had given it away.

His little doll had grown up, maybe a little too much.

The rest of the dinner seemed to zoom by now that you had arrived. Everyone including your brother is listening intently to each of your stories from abroad, even your brother despite this being his night, your own graduation not for another week. Meanwhile Sunghoon found his thoughts drifting to other places, despite his girlfriend having been sat at his side engaged in conversation all he could do was look at you. How beautiful you looked sat across from him in your dress, your curls slicked back, with the lightest amount of makeup painted on your face. You were no longer just the sweet little girl from next door, or his best friend's sister, you were now in full bloom and he found himself taking notice of it a lot more.

The following night Sunghoon had shown up to your house to find you making your way out the door.

“Oh Sunghoon.” As distracting as your smile had been, Sunghoons had wandered everywhere but your face, taking in your outfit and every dip and curve as if he was to memorize it all.

“Nicos waiting for you upstairs.”

“Are you not staying?”

“Hm? Oh no I’m going out with a few friends but I’ll be back later tonight.”

‘A few friends’ you hadn’t even been in Korea the last two years so what friends could you have possibly known well enough to be going out with?

Sunghoon stood there quietly, his lips pressed together as if he wanted to say something but he decided to remain quiet.

“Oh he’s here.”

Sunghoon didn’t know what primal instincts had awoken in him all of a sudden, but upon hearing the word he spilled from your lips he’d sworn he saw a flash of red and his hand clasped around your wrist.

“I haven’t seen you in two years and you’re already leaving so soon.”

“Sunghoon is not like I won't be back, I’ll be here the next two days.” You respond by returning his gaze with one of your own, along with a smile. Seemingly you're completely unaware of the sudden shift in SungHoon's mood and expression.

If you had been anyone else you’d have melted under his gaze. Back then if he’d have told you to stay you would have without second thought, though now you had your own mind, and friends which meant he no longer had that control. Though he should have been happy to see you out making friends and growing out of your shell, he didn’t like it one bit.

His jaw clenched as he watched you walk away and slip into the cherry red car parked in front of your driveway.

Sunghoon knew it wasn’t right, lying to your brother that is but he couldn’t stop his curiosity from getting the best of him once he had found that the ‘friends’ you had been hanging out with consisted of 3 guys. Having found out from your instagram location where you were he’d lied to your brother and told him he had errands to run just to get out of hanging with him, all to get to you. Sunghoon watched from afar, how happy you looked bowling with them, how you would leap into one of their arms each time you scored a strike. It made his eyes twitch in annoyance. You had once been that way with him, back then he’d been the only guy you’d ever trust and now here you stood with three new friends not one female friend in sight.

He thought you were so stupid, so naive to trust anyone that wasn’t him. They didn’t know you as well as he had, nor had they taken care of you like he once did. So why is it that you had chosen to hang out with them over him and your brother?

Even as Sunghoon returned home he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Tomorrow he’d make sure he was the one you spent time with, not whoever the guys were from tonight. As his eyes peeked outside his window and landed upon your own he found you sitting in your bed with a book in hand. That was one thing that hadn’t changed about you at least, your late night reading habits that he’d always find himself admiring even back then.

He wondered if anything else about you had changed, if you’d ever thought about him in the ways he’s thought about you. If you’d ever touched yourself or thought about it to the thought of him or anyone else. Though the thought of you thinking of someone else with your hands on your pretty little body only seemed to piss him off and his thoughts began to form even worse scenarios. Have you given yourself to someone already? Have you done things with others while you were abroad? The thought of his sweet little doll, having her innocence stripped away by someone that wasn’t him made him sick to his stomach.

The following day you had kept your promise to sunghoon, your promise of spending time with him and your brother rather than going out. Sunghoon found himself wishing that it had just the you though, as much as he’d loved your brother he wanted to have you all to himself. Even if the two you hadn’t seen each other in years he didn’t like sharing you even if the person he was sharing with happened to be your brother. The moment your phone rang, stripping your attention away from the movie you’d been watching, Sunghoons gaze followed you as you pushed yourself up from the couch and walked off into the kitchen.

“A party? I don’t know… I promised my brother and his friend I’d spend time with them tonight.”

“Jake”

“Fine, what time does it end? I’ll just come when the two of them fall asleep.”

Sunghoon had heard the entire thing, having told your brother he had been going to the bathroom when in actuality was simply listening in on your phone call. He’d waited for the moment your brother fell asleep to glance over at you who’d already been glancing over at nico to see if he had fallen asleep. As your eyes shift to Sunghoon he closes his eyes, not wanting you to realize he’d been awake the entire time. They remained closed even as he heard the shuffling of your feet followed by the door opening and shutting. He moved pretty quickly, throwing the blanket off his body to the side and trailing your own movements right out the door.

Thanks to one of your little friends from the bleeding alley having posted the location of the party on his Instagram, Sunghoon found you with ease. Seeming to have found you just in time as one of your little guy friends had you throwing back drink after drink with his hand wrapped around your waist. Sunghoon had completely blacked out at that point. Completely missing the shocked and then frightened look on your face as a group of people had to force him off of the guy who he’d nearly beaten to death.

And now here he was dragging you from the party ignoring your whimpering and whining from the way his nails dig into your skin.

“Sunghoon you’re hurting me!” Finally snapping he slams you aside his car door, his arms caging you in between him.

“Are you fucking stupid? Do you even realize what could have happened to you?”

“It was only a few shots”

“Who made the shots? Did you make them yourself? Who asked you to take them or did you just volunteer to take them all on your own?” You immediately fell silent and that within itself was a given answer.

“Still as naive as you were then, nothing in your pretty little head. I swear it's just empty.”

“I’m not some little girl you can just order around anymore, Sunghoon.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I'm not your puppet, I know you were using me back then.”

“Using you?”

“For girls.”

“You think you’re such a smart sweetheart, I was taking care of you because you were my best friend's sister, exactly like I am now.” While his words themself had been a complete lie Sunghoons gaze and tone of voice had told a different story. He had a way of twisting and bending the truth that had always sounded believable to you. As manipulative as he had been you’d never realized because you had always given him the false title of yet another brother, someone that only wanted to protect you. Your false idle gazing blinded you to the fact that he was only ever manipulative and controlling when it had come to you.

“What would have happened if I’d not shown up and he’d done something to you? His hands were already on your waist. What's stopping him from going further?”

“He- he wouldn’t do that..”

“Then would he usually touch you like that?” Once again you feel quiet.

“You can’t trust everyone yn, you can’t expect everyone to take care of you like nico..like me.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right.”

His fingers gently brush across your cheek, as you stared up at him with apologetic eyes.

“Can you take me home?”

The entire ride back to your place had been silent. Sunghoon had left you feeling guilty for having left the house, while Sunghoon on the other hand had you exactly where he wanted to have you. Sunghoon now has furthermore things to dangle over your head if you’ve ever thought to break another promise to him. Something to use to his advantage if ever needed.

“Are you going to tell nico?”

“What if I did tell him? Tell him that his little sisters found new friends that have her drinking and throwing back shots when she hasn’t even turned 21 yet.”

“Please don’t tell him, please he’ll be disappointed.”

“Should have thought of that before you went out and did it, waited for him to fall asleep just so you could sneak out too.” Sunghoon sucks, hits teeth and shakes his head.

“Sunghoon.”

“I should tell your parents too, their daughter flew all the way just to party and drink with a house full of people I’m sure she doesn’t know.” Your subtle pleading turned into begging and Sunghoon felt something in him stir at the sound of you pleading for him not to say a word.

“Stay away from them.”

“What?”

“The guys from the party, stay away from them and ill keep your little secret to myself.”

“You can’t just tell me to-.”

“I wonder if Nico is awake now, I should call him. Tell him I’m on the way with you.”

“I'll stay away!”

“Perfect.”

From that night forward you kept your promise, Sunghoon made sure of it. He followed you everywhere, stalked your every social account, even stalked your schools official websites and updated socials once you had returned to school for graduation. He’d make sure that until the moment you returned home where he could keep a closer eye on you, that you’d keep your promise to not speak to any of them. He’d imbedded it in your head that neither of them could be trusted, that if it wasn’t him, the guy you’d known since the age of four you’d need to keep away.

[maretinelli]

MARANELLO

Dad!Lewis Hamilton X Mom!fem!reader

Summary: When Lewis needs to go to Italy for pre-season testing and on this trip decides to take Pietra, Marie and his wife to visit Maranello.

Words: 3.6K+

Warnings: Mentions of Italy, cute kids, Pietra jokes, mention of trivia, mention of Mercedes, and mention of a third child. (Who knows, right? Haha)

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar and slang mistakes that may be in the story. This story is part of the universe A NON-SEPARATION because I loved this family and will be writing more. However, it can also be read separately.

Marie: 6 years — Pietra: 4 years

MASTERLIST

Things were better now. Lewis and Y/n had found a balance, they had reduced their workload, prioritizing more time together and with the girls, and that made everything lighter.

As promised, Lewis took his three girls to Maranello. The trip came in handy, as he was testing Ferrari's new car and would have to travel to Italy anyway.

The Italian winter greeted them with a biting cold, but the sky was clear and the sun tried to warm the city. They were already at the Ferrari factory, walking towards the entrance. The girls were beaming with excitement.

Marie, as always more reserved than her sister, surprised everyone with her excitement. She held her mother's hand tightly as she skipped along the path, her eyes shining at the opportunity to learn more about cars.

"And did you know, Mom?" Marie began, looking at Y/n expectantly. "That Schumacher's Ferrari F2004 was one of the most dominant cars in Formula One history? He won 15 races that season!"

Lewis and Y/n exchanged surprised looks.

"Wow! That's really amazing, Marie!" Y/n encouraged, smiling at her daughter, who, a little shy, smiled back.

Lewis chuckled softly, placing his hand on his daughter's head. "You can work as my engineer when you grow up, you know? I think I'll need someone smart like that on my team."

Marie and Y/n laughed together, while Pietra, on her father's lap, remained oblivious to the conversation. Unlike her sister, she wasn't as interested in car curiosities. His eyes were fixed on his father's neck, where his small, warm hands glided over the skin.

Lewis soon realized where his daughter was playing and smiled. It was right over one of his tattoos—the one with his daughters' names on it.

"P...I...E...T...R...A" The girl spelled loudly, catching the attention of her mother and sister, who were walking beside them.

"Very good, P!" Lewis encouraged her. "And what do you think it says?"

The little girl frowned and then smiled proudly. "ROSCOE!"

The three immediately burst out laughing, Pietra looked at each one with that confident smile, thinking she had guessed the name that was written on the tattoo.

Lewis had to pull the youngest up so she wouldn't fall off his lap while still laughing. She was definitely the jokester of the family.

Marie, still laughing, poked her sister in the ribs. "No, P! It says PIETRA!"

The youngest opened her eyes wide and looked at her father in surprise. With a quick gesture, she placed both hands on his cheeks, making him turn his face towards her.

"OH! THAT'S MY NAME!"

Lewis let out a loving laugh. "Yes, that's your name. And right up here is your sister's name, too."

Pietra tilted her head, watching carefully. "But... where is Roscoe's name?"

There was general laughter again. Y/n shook her head in amusement. "Wow, I feel forgotten here. Doesn't my name count anymore?"

Lewis smiled and winked at her. "Of course it counts. But yours is on my chest, right next to my heart."

As soon as they reached the factory entrance, Lewis swiped his ID card, unlocking the door. His photo appeared on the monitor, and Pietra pointed at the screen in surprise.

"Dad! Ferrari is your fan! They put your picture there!"

Lewis chuckled, tilting his head slightly. “That’s just my name tag, little one. If it was Uncle Charles, it would have his picture on it.” He explained briefly.

Pietra nodded, understanding.

As soon as they entered, Lewis placed his daughter on the floor, and the two girls were fascinated by the surroundings. Marie observed everything carefully, absorbing every detail.

An engineer from Lewis soon appeared, greeting the family. Y/n gave an encouraging look to her daughters, who shook the man's hand in a shy but polite greeting.

"Well, Miss Hamilton. Your daddy told me that you were excited to see the Ferrari house, so I'll be your guide today through the factory and the museum." He explained kindly and the girls smiled excitedly.

Lewis and Y/n exchanged knowing looks when they saw the girls' excitement. Marie, always curious, began to ask the engineer questions as they walked ahead of her parents.

"That girl knows more about cars than he does," Lewis muttered, making Y/n chuckle softly.

"I think we should get her into college right away, so she can start working with you as soon as possible."

Lewis smiled proudly as he linked his fingers with his wife's and followed his daughters through the factory.

The girls wore winter clothes, matching in small details. Marie had a red bow in her hair, which held back her mother's straight locks. While Pietra had a red headband in her hair and defined curls, she had also decided to wear her favorite red boots.

She said it was to get in the mood of the team. Lewis and Y/n laughed when she made that statement before they left the house they rented for the trip.

As the engineer led them through the rooms, Marie asked questions with a twinkle in her eye.

"And these parts here?" She pointed to a table with different components displayed. "Are they part of the car's engine?"

The engineer raised his eyebrows, surprised by the intensity of the six-year-old girl's question. He looked at Lewis and Y/n with a smile before gently lowering himself to Marie's height.

"Excellent question! Some of these parts are for aerodynamics, helping the car gain more stability in curves, and others are part of the engine, ensuring more power. For example, this one here..."

He began to explain the differences, while Marie listened attentively, absorbing each piece of information as if she were in an engineers' meeting.

The guide never expected the tour to be more interesting for a child than for adults.

Further back, Lewis and Y/n watched the scene with pride, but also with amusement.

"This sounds like a conversation between two teammates" Y/n muttered, crossing her arms.

"And she could still be right about everything she's saying, which is even more impressive" Lewis added, chuckling softly.

It was then that he realized something. Or rather, he realized the lack of something.

Turning her head slightly, she saw Pietra standing a few steps behind them, staring at the ceiling with her mouth slightly open, completely uninterested in the pieces in front of her and her sister.

He held back a laugh and nudged his wife in the side. "Look at Pietra."

Y/n turned around and had to stop herself from laughing out loud. Pietra was still fascinated by the bright chandelier on the ceiling.

The little girl turned excitedly to her parents and pointed upward. "Look how it glows! Can we have one of those in our house?"

Lewis and Y/n exchanged an amused look.

"And this one is going to be an architect" Lewis joked, chuckling softly.

Y/n laughed too, as Pietra finally gave up on the chandelier and returned to her mother's side, holding her hand as they continued their tour.

Moving on to another room, they passed close to the area where the engineers worked directly with the parts for the Formula 1 cars. The guide looked at Marie with a smile and pointed.

"This is where you'll be working in a few years."

Marie smiled excitedly, and Lewis and Y/n shared a proud look. It was amazing to see the brilliant little minds they were creating.

As they walked down the hallway, an engineer from the Formula 1 team passed by them, patting Lewis on the back and waving to Y/n. Then his gaze fell on the girls, and he smiled.

"Ah, so you must be Mini Lewis 1." He pointed to Marie, who laughed softly. "And you, Mini Lewis 2." He pointed to Pietra.

Y/n and Lewis laughed. But Pietra narrowed her eyes, as if she were analyzing the man, and then extended her hand.

"I'm actually Pietra Hamilton"

The engineer held back his laughter at the cute gesture and shook her small hand. "Oh, nice to meet you then, Pietra Hamilton" He said amusedly.

After he said goodbye to the Hamilton family and walked back down the hall to work, Lewis chuckled and looked at Y/n.

"P is a member of the public." He joked, and Y/n laughed along.

When they reached a room filled with old overalls, trophies, helmets and medals from the drivers who had passed through the team, the engineer turned to Marie with a challenging smile.

"Okay, let's see how much you really know about Ferrari" He said. "What was the team's first Formula 1 title?"

Marie smiled and replied without hesitation: "It was in 1952."

The engineer's eyes widened and he let out a surprised laugh. "That girl is a genius!"

Lewis smiled proudly, placing one hand on Marie's back and the other on Pietra's as he guided them and they continued exploring the room together.

Further back, Y/n gave Lewis space to have a moment with the girls, but smiled at every funny comment from Pietra or every impressive curiosity from Marie.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around, finding a familiar face.

"Angela!" She exclaimed, smiling and hugging Lewis's physical therapist. "I missed you!"

"Me too!" Angela laughed.

"But what are you doing here? I thought you were on vacation."

"I came to bring some documents about the start of the season for the team. Some things related to the training schedule, physical evaluations and adjustments to the pilots' preparation program." She says smiling, still with a hand on Y/n's shoulder.

She and Angela became great friends as soon as they met at Mercedes. The physiotherapist was a great friend of the family and adored the girls. Until then, when Y/n went into labor with Marie, and was in the garage watching Lewis race, the woman helped her calm down and accompanied her to the hospital. She stayed by her side until Lewis left the track and was able to stay by her wife's side while Marie was born.

The physiotherapist was definitely an important part of the family. And Y/n was more than happy to hear that she was back working with Lewis, now at Ferrari.

Angela then pointed to Lewis and the girls. "Looks like today is bring-your-daughters-to-work day."

Y/n laughed. "Lew has wanted to bring them to see the factory for a long time."

Angela smiled, watching the three interact. "Did you know that when Lewis first came here, he said he wanted his daughters to have memories here? He said he wanted them to have the Ferrari as part of their family history, just like the Mercedes was."

Y/n smiled lovingly, watching her husband and daughters from afar. While he laughed at something Pietra had said and Marie was leaning against him looking at the trophies.

Angela looked at the watch on her wrist and sighed. "But unfortunately...I have to go, I still have a flight to catch."

Y/n hugged her again. "We need to schedule a meeting to catch up."

"For sure!" Angela smiled and hugged Y/n too, before saying goodbye and leaving the room.

After leaving the trophy room, the guide took them to a gigantic space where several Ferrari cars were on display, from the first models to the most recent ones.

Marie gaped, putting her hand over her mouth as she looked at everything in awe and walked slowly, as if trying to process all the information her clever little brain had received at once.

Lewis leaned over to Y/n and smiled. "Look at that face. I think we just found Ferrari's new chief engineer."

Y/n smiles lovingly at her eldest daughter, her chest filling with affection. "You should make her your second pilot" She says to her husband and laughs.

The two walked hand in hand, watching the cars and the girls' smiles.

Pietra seemed a little more interested than before, but not to the point of asking questions. She enjoyed racing and traveling with her father, but the technical details were not her strong point. She left that part to her older sister.

Marie, on the other hand, recognized several cars and mentioned old drivers. "That's the car Niki Lauda won the 1975 title with!" She let out an excited squeal.

Lewis and Y/n exchanged an impressed look.

"I think she'll know more than I do soon" Lewis muttered.

While Marie explored everything, Pietra had fun in another way. Looking at all the aesthetics and colors of the cars. Saying that one was beautiful. No, wait! That one was prettier.

"Daddy, take a picture of me with this!" She asked several times, posing next to different cars. Y/n laughed at the poses the youngest made.

But then, in the center of the room, was one of Ferrari's newest models. Pietra looked at him with shining eyes and, without realizing that she couldn't climb, prepared to climb him.

Lewis quickly handed the phone to Y/n and laughed. "Whoa, whoa, young lady. You can't go up there."

He picked her up before she could climb into the show car. Pietra laughed.

"Oops! Sorry, Dad!"

Lewis laughed. "It's okay, little one. Just pay attention to the warning signs." He smiles. And he put her down again, and Pietra ran to Marie, who was still fascinated by the exhibition.

Y/n and Lewis looked at each other and smiled. "This day will stay in their memories forever" Y/n said.

While Marie was still watching the cars in fascination, listening attentively to the curiosities that the engineer explained, the door to the room opened and a relaxed voice caught everyone's attention.

"I hope you're not letting Lewis tell too many stories... He tends to exaggerate when he talks about cars."

Leclerc entered the room with an amused smile, his hair still a little messy from training. His joke got a few laughs and made Lewis roll his eyes, laughing along.

"Look who's talking, the guy who describes every curve as if it were a work of art" Lewis replied amusedly, going over to Charles for a side hug and a handshake.

Charles chuckled and then nodded politely at Y/n, who smiled in return.

The girls, curious, walked over to where their parents were talking. Pietra was the first to speak up.

"You're sweaty!" He said, wrinkling his nose, before shaking the pilot's hand.

Charles laughed. "That's what happens when you spend hours inside a race car."

Marie, more reserved, just waved and said a shy "Hi", receiving a friendly smile from Charles and a gentle greeting as well.

The pilot's gaze then fell on Pietra again, and he noticed the change in the girl's hairstyle.

"Wait a minute... what about your braids like your dad's?"

Pietra crossed her arms and pouted. "Mommy took them off for me. They hurt my head sometimes."

This made everyone laugh, and Y/n lightly ruffled her youngest daughter's curly hair.

Marie, always a little curious to see her father's teammate in racing gear, looked at Charles and asked, "Were you training just now?"

"Yes, I'm done with my training today," he replied kindly.

"How was the car?" Marie asked, her eyes shining with interest.

Charles was surprised by the question, but smiled excitedly. "Oh, he was good today! His balance has improved a lot since yesterday, so I was able to test out some fast laps."

"Did the balance change because of the rear wing or was it more because of the tire pressure?" Marie asked, frowning.

Charles blinked a few times in surprise.

"Wow, that's a great question!" He looked at Lewis. "This is your fault, isn't it?"

Lewis laughed proudly. "Her brain is working at a thousand miles an hour." He said, hugging his wife from the side and running his hand up and down her back, covered by a large coat.

"To answer your question, little Hamilton, it was a bit of both. We adjusted the wing for more stability in high-speed corners, but we also changed the calibration to improve traction coming out of corners."

Marie nodded, absorbing the explanation.

Meanwhile, Pietra pulled her mother's hand, making Y/n duck. "Mommy, why does he talk funny?" She whispers.

Y/n held back her laughter and replied softly, "Because he's not British like us, love. The accent changes depending on where the person was born."

Pietra nodded thoughtfully and went back to watching Charles as he talked to Marie.

After the brief interaction with the driver, the group moved on to another room, where there was a memorial to Niki Lauda. Marie looked around, her eyes shining with admiration.

"Daddy knew him, but I didn't..." She explained to the engineer who accompanied them on the tour. "But he seemed like a nice man, from the stories Daddy tells."

Lewis smiled, but his eyes were filled with emotion. The memory of Lauda always touched him deeply, even more so now that he knew that his daughter also admired the driver. Without saying anything, Y/n rested her head on her husband's shoulder and gently ran her hand down his back, offering comfort.

As Marie continued to gaze at the memorial, the engineer stepped away for a moment and soon returned with an old F1 steering wheel. He crouched down in front of the girls and smiled.

"Want to hold it? This one is an older model."

Marie carefully grabbed the steering wheel and immediately widened her eyes. "It's heavy, isn't it, Daddy?" She turned to Lewis, surprised by the weight of the object.

Lewis laughed and nodded, and crouched down beside her, patting his daughter's head.

As Marie examined the steering wheel with concentration, Pietra approached and asked with her innocent curiosity: "Where is the button to play music?"

Everyone burst out laughing, Lewis had to stand up and rest his head on his wife's shoulder to stifle the laughter he was holding back. Pietra was definitely the most spontaneous little person Lewis had ever seen in his life.

The engineer explained patiently, but smiling at the question. "F1 cars don't have radios for music, little Hamilton, only for talking to the team."

They continued the tour through a few more rooms. Pietra made funny and innocent comments, while Marie patiently corrected her sister and explained each thing. Even though she didn't fully understand, Pietra always nodded seriously, as if it were something very important.

Lewis and Y/n exchanged amused glances as they watched their daughters interact.

At the end of the tour, Ferrari had prepared a special surprise: mini red jumpsuits personalized with the girls' names.

Marie was delighted and clutched the jumpsuit to her chest. "Now I feel like part of the team!"

Pietra spun around with the jumpsuit in her hands before declaring, "I want a matching helmet!"

Lewis laughed and joked, "Hey, one step at a time, little grasshopper." Pietra laughed and spun around again, excited about the gift.

After the tour, Lewis thanked the team and their availability so he could bring his family to see the space where he worked outside of racing. They said goodbye to the engineer and chatted with some acquaintances who passed by the hallway as they walked.

And as they walked back to the car, Marie, who was holding her father's hand and bouncing excitedly, looked at Lewis.

"Dad, I want to live in Maranello when I grow up. I want to study Engineering and work at Ferrari!"

Y/n laughed when she heard this, while Pietra, on her mother's lap, played with the necklace carefreely.

Lewis sighed dramatically. "Oh my God, my daughter is only six years old and she already wants to leave home to study abroad!" He wiped away fake tears, making Marie laugh. "Please, slow down with that intelligence of yours, daughter. You haven't even reached high school and you already want to leave Daddy!"

Marie laughed. "I won't abandon you, Daddy. I love you so much."

Lewis was overcome with emotion and picked Marie up, spinning her around. The girl laughed loudly, full of joy. He hugged her tightly, feeling the immense love he had for his daughters and for the family he was building with the love of his life.

Meanwhile, Pietra, still playing with her mother's necklace, looked at her parents and mischievously declared: "I'm going to leave daddy to study abroad."

Lewis stopped abruptly and put his hand on his chest, feigning shock. While Marie laughed softly and Y/n looked at the scene with amusement in her eyes. "I raise you with love, affection and lots of strawberry ice cream and you treat me like this?!"

Y/n laughed along with the girls. Pietra turned around in her mother's lap, smiling at her father. "No, Daddy, I was joking. I'm not going to abandon you, nor Mommy, nor Marie."

Lewis sighed in relief. "Ah, that's great."

Pietra laughed and looked at her mother, who was shaking her head in amusement.

When they got to the car, Lewis and Y/n put their daughters on the floor so they could get in. Before opening the door, Lewis leaned close to his wife with a suggestive smile.

"I think I want a third mini Hamilton."

Y/n laughed, but felt her heart warm. Looking at her daughters, who were so full of life, and her husband, who was an incredible father and a wonderful partner, she knew that despite the challenges, they were building something special together. With love, patience and unity, their brilliant little minds would one day make a difference in the world.

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

The Lioness

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warning: 1940-1950, slight misogyny, Tom is the perfect husband, fluff, swearing

Summary: To be a woman after the Second World War...

Tom was home early for once. The body shop had been slow today—no new cars or engines to repair.

He was just pulling his work clothes from the washing machine to hang up when he heard the front door open and slam shut.

He raised an eyebrow but shrugged. Bad day at work, maybe, he thought.

But then he heard her angrily toss her keys into the crystal bowl by the door, followed by the loud crash of glass.

“Shit!” she shouted.

Tom sprang into action. Laundry could wait—his wife needed him.

He bolted down from the bathroom and stopped in the foyer, taking in the sight of shattered glass strewn across the floor.

“Don’t move, darlin’. I’ll get the broom.”

He turned and walked into the kitchen to grab the broom, dustpan, and garbage bin before heading back to the entrance.

One look at his wife told him this was more than just a bad day. It was shit. The unshed tears in her eyes were proof enough.

“I got your favorite flowers on my way home,” he mumbled as he carefully swept up the shards. “Nearly nicked my thumb cuttin’ the stems. You gotta show me again how to do it right.”

A small chuckle escaped her lips, making his own lift slightly.

“You shouldn’t have,” she whispered.

“Yes, I do,” he said. “I love you, and I wanted to show you. Also bought everything for dinner. I waited for you. Ya know, ‘cause I keep burnin’ the kitchen down without your supervision.”

More giggles escaped her lips.

He finished cleaning, then grinned as he tossed the awful crystal bowl into the bin.

“You hatin’ it that much?”

She rolled her eyes. “It was from me mom. You know how she gets when we don’t put her stuff up.” He knew all too well. One ugly dust catcher less in their house.

Tom grinned down at her. He set the broom and dustpan aside before stepping closer. His strong, left arm wrapped gently around her waist, and he pressed his nose to her forehead, pulling her into his chest.

“What happened?” he asked simply, holding her closer. Letting her know she was safe and she could cry her heart out to him.

He felt her body tremble. At first, he thought she was cold, but then he felt her fists balled up against his chest—warm, tense. She was furious.

“They’re letting me go,” she whispered, her voice hollow.

Tom stiffened at her words. Letting her go? She was the hardest-working person in that damn office.

“Why, darlin’?”

She let out an angry huff—cute, but now wasn’t the time to think about that. He needed to listen.

“Because I’m married,” she gritted out.

Tom frowned, more confused than ever. “I don’t see the problem. I’m married, and no one bats an eye. What’s so different between the two of us?”

He loosened his hold just enough to look down at her. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and his chest ached at the sight.

“You aren’t expected to care for our future children,” she whispered, gaze dropping to the floor.

Tom took a deep breath, his mind racing. The whole situation made no damn sense.

“But I will be their father,” he mumbled. Then, suddenly, it clicked.

“Bastards,” he scoffed, looking down at her. He gently hooked a finger underneath her chin and lifted her face to look at him. “They want you gone so you stay home and be a good little housewife?”

She nodded.

Tom’s jaw clenched. He knew plenty of women chose to stay home and care for the house and kids. But then there were women like his wife—like his sister Lois—who wanted to work, to contribute, to build something of their own. And now, they were just forcing her out?

Over his dead body. “Not gonna happen while there’s air in my lungs. I’ll go to your office myself and fight for your job.”

But she shook her head. “Don’t. Maybe it’s an opportunity,” she whispered.

He raised a brow. “Oh?”

She nodded. “I was already looking for another job and found one. The head of the office is a woman. And honestly? I hate that job anyway,” she murmured, cuddling closer to him.

He chuckled softly, holding her closer to his chest and wrapping his other arm around her shoulder. He pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head.

“You’re too precious for this world, sweetheart,” he mumbled against her hair, breathing in the sweet scent of her soap.

The tranquillity of the moment was interrupted by the low growl of her stomach.

“The lion woke up,” he whispered teasingly, kissing her forehead before looking down at her.

She grinned. “It’s not sleeping tonight.”

He laughed softly, knowing she’d caught onto his little jab.

“Come on, my darling. Let’s feed it before it wakes the goddamn jungle,” he murmured, pulling her along to the kitchen—ready to once again learn to cook from his brilliant wife.

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[moonlight-alexia]

https://www.tumblr.com/moonlight-alexia/774793955583885312/am-i-too-late-to-asking-starfish-headcanons Starfish while Caitlin is pregnant Or Starfish and Mcfoords engagement/wedding

When Caitlin starts showing more during the pregnancy, Starfish will sometimes talk to her baby sister, or she'll lay against Caitlin with her head as close to the bump as possible with her little hand laying on it.

Katie and Caitlin leaving Starfish's room after putting her to bed and about to walk away when they hear her saying a little goodnight, '...and goodnight to my little sister. I hope she's here soon and I can play with her and teach her everything,' the two of them outside her door, hearts full, knowing their starfish will be the best big sister, 'I love her already,'

Starfish will do anything for Caitlin, especially during the more rough patches of the pregnancy, our ever in tune with other peoples emotions and feelings little starfish. She even would be a bit more bossy to Katie, making sure Caitlin was properly taken care of.

Katie and Starfish making Caitlin some breakfast in bed since Caitlin was up half the night sick. Starfish went to come into their room but Katie was quick to scoop her up and take her back to her room before telling her that her mum wasn't feeling the best. Starfish insisting to make breakfast so they ended up in the kitchen.

'Mammy,' Katie looked up at Starfish who was holding the plate with the piece of toast that Katie gave her to carry to Caitlin, 'Do you not love mummy? You gotta make a heart,' Starfish with the little serious pout handing the plate back to Katie so she can cut the toast into a heart.

'Mummy, I love you more than mammy. I made sure you got a heart,' Katie rolling her eyes with a small smile on her face while Starfish gave the breakfast to Caitlin looking all proud.

'Thank you my little starfish. Your love always makes me feel better and your little sister can feel it too,' They'd spend a lot of those kind of days wrapped up in blankets and watching movies, Caitlin having Starfish cuddles because neither Starfish or Katie would let her do much and always tell her to rest.

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just a little thought on Katie and Caitlin's wedding but Harper, Harley and Starfish being the little flower girls and the three of them together in their flower girl dresses. it would be so cute

[sturniololuvz]

Can u do a sturniolo little sister fic where like one of them says something rude and their 12 yr old sister was already on edge all day and she crashes out

Yess! i had a similar request !

“Y/N’s Breaking Point”

Sturniolos x sister reader

warnings : yelling . crying.

From the moment Y/N rolled out of bed that morning, everything felt wrong.

She had slept through her alarm, which meant she had to rush to get ready for school. She couldn’t find her favorite hoodie, the one that made her feel comfortable, and the socks she grabbed didn’t match. Her cereal was soggy by the time she got to it, and to make things worse, she had a math test she knew she bombed.

By the time she got home, she was on edge, her mood swinging between irritated and completely defeated. She just wanted to be left alone. But, of course, her three older brothers—Nick, Matt, and Chris—had other plans.

Chris was the first to notice as she walked in and dropped her backpack onto the floor with a loud thud. “Uh-oh. Someone’s stomping.”

Nick smirked from the couch. “Did a bird steal your lunch or something?”

Matt chuckled, stretching his arms. “No, she probably just got yelled at by a teacher again.”

Y/N’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. She could have ignored them, walked straight to her room, and buried herself under her blankets. But she was already irritated, and their teasing was only making it worse.

“Just shut up,” she muttered, kicking off her shoes aggressively.

“Ooooh, someone’s in a mood,” Chris teased, raising an eyebrow.

Nick snickered. “Yeah, for real. Did your crush ignore you at lunch?”

That was the last straw. Y/N turned sharply, glaring at them. “I said shut up!”

Matt put his hands up in fake surrender, still grinning. “Whoa, okay, okay, calm down, little demon.”

Chris shook his head, laughing. “Seriously, Y/N, what’s your problem today? You’re acting like a total brat.”

Y/N’s heart dropped.

Her jaw clenched, her hands shaking as a lump formed in her throat. It wasn’t just about today—everything had been building up. The stress of school, feeling like no one took her seriously, the frustration of constantly being the youngest and getting teased—it was too much.

And she snapped.

“MY PROBLEM?! MY PROBLEM IS THAT YOU GUYS NEVER KNOW WHEN TO STOP! YOU THINK IT’S SO FUNNY TO MAKE FUN OF ME ALL THE TIME, BUT IT’S NOT! I’VE HAD THE WORST DAY, AND INSTEAD OF JUST LEAVING ME ALONE, YOU KEEP POKING AT ME LIKE I’M SOME STUPID LITTLE KID! I CAN’T STAND IT ANYMORE!”

Her voice cracked, hot, frustrated tears spilling down her cheeks. She didn’t even care.

Chris, Nick, and Matt all went silent, their eyes wide in shock. Y/N never yelled like this.

But she wasn’t done.

“I’M TIRED OF BEING THE ONE YOU GUYS ALWAYS TEASE! I’M TIRED OF FEELING LIKE NO ONE TAKES ME SERIOUSLY! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE EVERYONE BRUSH YOU OFF LIKE YOU’RE NOTHING?! YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT HOW I FEEL, YOU JUST CARE ABOUT HAVING SOMEONE TO MESS WITH!”

She was full-on sobbing now, breathing heavily between her words.

“I FAILED MY STUPID MATH TEST TODAY, I COULDN’T EVEN FIND MY FAVORITE HOODIE, AND ALL I WANTED WAS TO COME HOME AND RELAX, BUT NO, YOU GUYS HAVE TO MAKE ME FEEL EVEN WORSE!”

She wiped angrily at her face, shaking her head. “You guys don’t even care. You never do.”

The room was dead silent.

Chris shifted uncomfortably, guilt settling in his stomach. “Y/N…”

But she shook her head. “Forget it.”

She turned on her heel, storming down the hallway and slamming her bedroom door shut behind her.

The triplets just sat there, stunned.

“…Damn,” Nick muttered after a moment. “We really messed up.”

Matt let out a deep breath, running a hand down his face. “Yeah. That was… bad.”

Chris sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We should’ve realized she wasn’t joking around this time.”

For a long time, none of them moved.

Then, finally, Chris stood up. “I’m gonna go talk to her.”

Nick and Matt nodded, letting him go as they sat there, processing everything.

Chris walked to Y/N’s door and knocked softly. “Peanut?”

No response.

He sighed, leaning against the door. “Listen… I know we were being annoying. And I know we went too far. I’m really, really sorry.”

Still nothing.

Chris sighed again. “I get that you’re mad. You have every right to be mad. But can I please come in?”

After a long pause, the door clicked open.

Y/N was curled up on her bed, her face red and puffy from crying. She didn’t say anything, just sniffled, looking away.

Chris’s heart ached.

He sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “I mean it, Y/N. We didn’t realize how bad your day was. We were just messing around, but we should’ve listened instead of pushing you.”

Y/N sniffled again, resting her head against his shoulder. “…You guys were really mean.”

Chris sighed. “Yeah. We were. And I’m sorry.”

A few seconds later, Nick and Matt peeked into the room, looking guilty.

Matt sat on the other side of her, nudging her gently. “We’re idiots. You know this.”

Nick sat at the edge of the bed. “But we love you. And we’ll be better at listening.”

Y/N wiped her eyes, letting out a shaky breath. “Promise?”

Chris hugged her tighter. “Promise.”

Nick and Matt both nodded, and for the first time that day, Y/N felt like maybe—just maybe—everything would be okay.

[procyonloser]

Being a surrogate wasn't all bad, Adam thought to himself. Sure, everytime he had to speak to his sister, he wanted to bite Lilith's ear off her head, but there were moments like these ones that brought a smile to his face.

"Do you have a name picked out yet?" The woman behind the counter asked pleasantly enough, but Adam wasn't exactly a pleasant person.

"I'd have to ask my sister what she wants to name it, since it's her child." Adam answered with a grin, hand over his rounded belly. He felt the kid kick under his fingers, it always seemed to be the most active when Adam was actively being a bastard to someone. He liked to think it was laughing in there.

The face the woman made as Adam took his groceries and walked off made everything worth it.

Well, maybe he'd miss it, but Adam didn't want to entertain those thoughts. He was getting paid enough by Lilith and Lucifer to last him a lifetime, just to have the little devilspawn. Plus, after him and Eve fell apart, it's not like he wanted to act like a parent ever again.

It was just a lot of heart ache.

The baby moved again, and Adam couldn't help but clench his fingers over his stomach. He wondered what it would be named, if it would know who he was as it grew up, or if it would see pictures of him and look at it with no recognition.

Adam sat in his car for awhile longer, staring up at the darkening sky.

He'd already signed the agreement, he couldn't back out now, not when half this kid was Lucifer's baby batter. He couldn't just say no, I'm keeping it. Not without getting sued into the streets.

"I hope she doesn't name you something stupid, but I guess that isn't any of my problem." Adam said to himself, blinking his eyes hard to will away any stinging feeling in them, before he pulled out of the parking lot.