#i have to do something about my phone...........

[street-smarts00]

With All My Heart

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You never thought Bucky was the sentimental type, until you found something hidden under his bed.

WC: 3.3k

Tags/Warnings: super fluffy, established relationship, Post Thunderbolts*,Not Beta Read 

A/N: I’ve had this idea for weeks and finally did it. Fun fact, the Polaroids may or may not be inspired by real pictures I took of my best friend and her boyf. Also, yes I have been to the rest stop I mentioned. Sadly I live far away from them and I NEED to go back!

You felt like an idiot looking at your wrist and realizing your watch wasn’t there. 

“Shit,” you mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked you with concern. 

You shook your head, “It’s nothing, I forgot my watch.”

He paused, pondering while he put on his leather jacket. “I think you left it on my nightstand when you took it off last night,” he answered, pointing down the hall. “Do you want to go get it before we leave?” 

You hesitated, “You sure you don’t mind waiting?” 

Bucky shook his head and held out his hand to hold your jacket and purse for you. “Not at all.”

You smiled, handed him your things, and left a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, be right back.” 

As you walked away the corners of his lips turned up into a soft smile. 

You hurried to Bucky’s room and upon entering a frustrated groan left you. There the nightstand was, with no watch. You searched the drawers in the nightstand and the top of his dresser, still no luck. 

After staring at the nightstand, you wondered if you really did leave it there but maybe it fell. You kneeled down next to the bed and turned on your phone flashlight. A quick scan finally revealed the missing watch. With a relieved sigh you reached for it, when something caught your eye. 

A box. 

A box with your name written on the side of it. 

Your own name was staring back at you as you grabbed the watch. With a careful hand you reached for the box and dragged it out from the bed. 

The box sat in your lap, unopened, unbothered. It was a dark brown cardboard shoe box from one of his pairs of boots. Your name was written in black marker on the side and next to it a tiny messy heart. 

Your gut is telling you not to open it. It might have been hidden for a reason. You have no right to be digging and snooping around Bucky’s things. Finding something he didn’t want found. 

But another part of you was desperate to know what was inside. That small but loud part of your brain that was screaming at you to open it. The voice kept echoing in your ears. Reminding you that your name was on it. 

Why did he have a box with your name on it?

Maybe it wasn’t supposed to be hidden. You kept things under your bed not because you wanted to hide them, but because of storage and safekeeping. Maybe this was like that. 

Maybe. 

God the anticipation was going to kill you. 

Maybe it was a present he put in there for your next anniversary, birthday, or some other reason. 

Well then you should really not open it. Don’t want to ruin any possible surprise he has for you. 

You really shouldn’t open it. You shouldn’t open it. Don’t open it. Don’t open it. Don’t open it. Don’t open it. Open it. Open it. Open it…

Your hands moved on their own. Your fingers peeled back the lid of the box and set it down on the floor next to you. 

You peered inside at the contents of the box with confused curiosity. At first glance it didn’t look like much. It definitely wasn’t a present. There were a bunch of random items, mostly paper ones. 

The first thing that caught your attention was the small plastic wristband. It was at the top of the pile. You picked it up and read the words on the side “Luna Park: Coney Island.” Realization dawned on you that it was Bucky’s wristband from your first date. When he asked you out, there was no specific place in mind yet. But when he told you an old story about him and Steve at Coney Island and you said you had never been there before, he knew where he wanted to take you. 

It was a perfect first date. The weather was clear and warm but not too hot to be uncomfortable, no doubt because of the cool ocean breeze. You went on rides, you played games. And of course Bucky spent 40 bucks to win you a blue stuffed penguin you fawned over and called cute. He was a man on a mission. And now that penguin sat on a chair in your bedroom. 

With a smile you placed the wristband back in the box and picked at the other things inside. 

Your heart swelled at the realization that most of the items were from your old dates with Bucky. There were tickets from your trips to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Museum of Natural History and one from The New York Aquarium. There had to be at least 5 movie stubs and 3 dinner receipts from dates you went on with him. There was the playbill from the broadway show he took you to for your birthday a few months ago. He surprised you with orchestra seats. 

You dug around more and found a strip of photos from a photo booth you took with Bucky. His eyes shined as he told you about how common they were back in the 30s and how he used to always stop at them with his friends. When you both sat down he stared with wide eyes at the inflated price. 

“Ten dollars? This used to cost a quarter!” 

You giggled at his complaint, “You sound so old when you say stuff like that.” You reached for your purse to grab a ten when he stopped you with a hand on your arm and pulled out his wallet from his pocket. 

“I’m still not going to let you pay for it,” he returned with a sly grin. 

You smiled looking down at the strip of pictures in your hand. The top photo was simple, both you and Bucky smiling at the camera with his arm around you. It was sweet, peaceful. In the second photo you placed a hand under his chin and kissed his cheek. His eyes were closed with wrinkles around them from his smile. His cheeks were more rosy than in the last photo. In the third photo Bucky now had his hand on your neck as he kissed you. The fourth and final photo was of you looking at the camera, mid laugh, while Bucky had a hand on your face and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

The machine gave you two copies of the pictures. Yours was pinned to a cork board in your room next to other photos. 

You moved on from the photo strip and continued digging through the memory box, throwing caution to the wind. 

As you flipped through the other items a shell fell from behind something, landing in the corner of the box. It was the seashell from when you walked and talked on the beach for what felt like hours because you were so engrossed in conversation with him. The water carried a small shell onto the shore. You picked it out from the water and stared at it in awe. You had asked Bucky to hold onto it because your clutch was full and your outfit didn’t have any pockets. Later that night you forgot about it. 

In fact, you forgot about it until now, weeks later. Your jaw dropped as you ran your fingertips over the ridges of the shell's surface, reminiscing your walk on the beach. His hand in yours and the

The next thing you found were the birthday cards you gave Bucky from his last two birthdays. One card was from a birthday before you started dating, and the other one was after. 

The two year old card was more basic, like you got it from the generic section of the birthday card aisle (because you did). You opened up the old card and read your own handwriting. 

Happy Birthday Bucky

I know you don’t like making a big deal out of your birthday but you still deserve a card :) 

You’re so important to this team and your effort doesn’t go unnoticed. We’re lucky to have you around. I hope you have a great day and that 109 treats you well. (Even though you’re technically not 109 haha) 

You closed it and set it back down in the box before grabbing the one you gave him on his most recent birthday. This one was less generic. You picked out one that had more design and personality. 

Happy Birthday my Love 

I am so grateful to have you by my side. You’re one of the best things to have ever happened to me. I hope you know you are so important and appreciated. I can’t imagine my life or this team without you. 

Happy 110th you old man ;)

I love you with all my heart

Hidden behind the birthday cards was a stack of post-it notes all stuck together. Some of them were old with barely any stickiness left and crinkled edges. Some were new and almost in pristine condition. But all of them were notes from you. You flipped through the stack of sticky notes and saw more of your own handwriting. 

Good morning <3

You make me smile :)

Meet me in the lounge later I have a surprise!

I know you stole my last Pepsi >:( prepare for war

I’m so proud of you 

Have a great day!

And at least 7 more that just say I love you 

Bucky must have saved every single note you left for him.

Your heart almost gave out but thankfully it lasted to see the last few items in the box. 

There were more photos. Two to be exact. Two Polaroids taken from Yelena's camera. 

One of the Polaroids was taken a few months ago. You knew it was taken because you posed for it. It was on your birthday. The team celebrated at the tower with you after the show Bucky surprised you with. You wanted to keep out of the public eye for the rest of your birthday. Spend the night with just friends. And your boyfriend of course. 

Yelena was a few drinks in, wasting her camera film throughout the night. She had a pile of photos on the coffee table that was getting thicker as time went on. Most of them included you. 

This one was of you and Bucky. Everyone was sitting on the couches playing a drinking game. You and Bob returned from the bar with new drinks. A Long Island iced tea for you and a regular iced tea for him. You plopped back down on the couch next to your boyfriend, giggling at whatever outlandish thing Alexei said. After you placed your drink down Bucky wrapped an arm around you and placed a gentle kiss to your cheek. 

“Awe! Wait, that was adorable, do that again!” Yelena exclaimed as she grabbed her camera. 

You rolled your eyes, with no real malice of course. “Yelena,” you laughed. 

“Come on, it’s sweet!” She turned the camera on and looked through the viewfinder. 

“Kiss!” Alexei shouted. 

“Pucker up Barnes!” Ava yelled from the other couch. 

The corners of Bucky’s lips turned up into a grin as he shook his head. A gasp left you as Bucky grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap. He tightened his arm around you and placed a kiss on your cheek. Your face turned bright red as an airy giggle left your lungs. 

Yelena snapped the image in front of her. Forever frozen in time.

The memory of that night now sat in your hands as you stared down at it. There was a phantom feeling of his lips on your skin as you set the Polaroid back down in the box. 

You picked the other photo up, immediately recognizing when it was taken. Except, you don’t remember it being taken. 

This picture was taken a few short weeks before Bucky asked you out. You knew that because your hair was slightly shorter. It was more grown out now. 

The photo was of you and Bucky on the couch, taken from behind. Your back was to the camera, resting against the couch. Bucky was sitting next to you. Your attention was pulled away somewhere off camera. But Bucky, he looked right at you. 

The thing that really stuck with you was his eyes. His eyes were soft. The kind of soft that people didn't see often from him. His eyes are normally like stone. His stare, usually hard, like rock. It pierces into you. But this look on him was different. He looked at you like you were a work of art. Like he was trying to take in all of you with just his eyes. 

You've seen that look before many times. But didn’t notice it before you started dating. You didn’t realize just how head over heels he was in the weeks leading up to your first date. 

You cautiously placed the pictures back in the box, like they were delicate and fragile. 

Something else you didn’t remember was a napkin with little doodles on it. You recognized it as a napkin from a bar the team occasionally visited. But you can’t remember when you drew flowers and vines on this napkin. 

Bucky seemed to remember it. He kept it and cherished it in his memory box like it was a masterpiece you created and not some drunk sketch. 

Your heart rate slowly grew in speed as your eyes moved to a keychain at the bottom of the box. It was a small, yellow, metal keychain in the shape of Texas with a cartoon beaver on it. 

It was in the middle of the night after a short mission in Texas. You and Ava stopped at the largest rest stop you’d ever seen in your life. The rest stop had a beaver for its mascot and aisles of merch. But what made you buy the keychain for him was the name of the rest stop. Buc-ee’s. 

You almost didn’t buy it for him. This was long before you started dating and you weren’t sure how he would appreciate a random gag gift. 

“I found something for you in Texas.” 

He turned to you and hummed with curiosity. You dug the keychain from your jeans pocket and handed it to him. 

“We found this rest stop called Buc-ee’s and they have this little beaver as their mascot,” you explained, fidgeting with the loops in your jeans. “He’s literally your twin, you're both named Bucky,” you ended with a chuckle, trying to make this one sided conversation any less awkward. 

He continued to silently examine it, his right, flesh hand running over the painted metal. 

“I know it’s stupid, you don’t have to keep it,” you nervously mumbled. You reached forward to grab it back from him, 

He pulled his hand back, not willing to give up the present. “No, it’s not stupid. It’s cute,” he reassured.  

Your cheeks heated up in real time just like they did when he said that. 

He kept it. 

He kept the gag gift you got him. This silly little keychain was so important he kept it in a special keepsake box.

You almost couldn’t believe what you found. All the memories, all the stuff you gave him, all the things he cherished because they reminded him of you. It seemed like this box that sat in your lap held his very own heart and all his love for you. 

You shuffled the items back to how they were in the box when you found it. You assumed that was all there was to find in there. Until three candy wrappers fell out from between the various papers. 

Jolly Ranchers. Your favorite candy. 

You always had them on you. Kinda like an old lady that carries around hard candy. John always jokes that you’re an old woman when you grab a jolly rancher from your pocket or purse. He says you and Bucky are perfect for each other because you both have old person tendencies. 

Speaking of Bucky, because you often had candy on you, you always offered some to him. He always said yes. Here in his shoe box you saw one cherry and two green apple wrappers. 

You froze, staring at the candy wrappers. Even in the silence of his room you couldn’t hear the footsteps approaching. For a moment all you heard was your own heart pounding in your ears. 

The door creaked open. “Hey, you’ve been gone for a while. Did you find your watch?” Bucky asked, walking in the room. 

He stopped a few feet away from you. Your back was to him, the box hidden in your lap. But he knew you had it because he saw the lid on the floor next to you. 

You raised your hand and shook your wrist to show him the watch. “Yeah, I found it,” your voice sounded more hoarse than you expected. You quickly blinked away the tears that collected at your waterline right before he waked in.

Bucky took a few steps closer, and crouched down next to you. He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. Now that he was close to you, he noticed how glassy your eyes were. 

He held your face in his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek. Your eyes fluttered close. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. My watch was under the bed and I found this,” you started rambling. “I saw my name. I know I shouldn’t have opened it-“ 

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” he soothed in a quiet voice. He turned your face towards his. “I’m not mad.” 

You nodded to confirm you understood. You sniffled and glanced between him and the box. 

“You kept all this.”  

“I did.” 

“Why?” 

It was a dumb question and you knew it. Yet the word still flew out of your mouth. 

He took a pause, breathing in. 

“This stuff means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me,” he answered like it was the easiest thing to say in the world. 

“After HYDRA, after all the-” he hesitated- “issues with my memory I started keeping stuff like this. To remember.”

With his free hand he grabbed the other side of your face. Bucky leaned closer, his bright blue eyes stared into yours and bore into your soul. You could’ve sworn they looked a little glassy.

“I want to make sure I remember you.” 

You lip quivered. Bucky leaned forward and captured your lips in a brief, gentle kiss. He rested his forehead against yours. 

“Can I ask about something in the box?”

“Anything.” 

“The napkin. I don’t remember it,” you confessed, voice quiet and curious. “Why did you save it?” 

“It was the team's first time at that bar. You were drunk and bored because they weren’t playing songs you liked. Someone left a pen on the bar and you sat there drawing on a napkin for twenty minutes.” Bucky paused as his lips curled into a smile. “You were so concentrated. The bar, the team, they were all so loud and distracting. But all your attention was on these little drawings. Like you were painting the Mona Lisa.”

He licked his lips, “that night I realized I have feelings for you.” 

A giddy smile snuck its way on your face before you kissed him. Slow and passionate. You poured all your love into that kiss to try and match the amount of devotion and love he had on display for you.

You pulled away, but not too far away. Your lips hovered over his. “I love you with all my heart. You know that right?” 

He lightly chuckled, “I know.” 

Bucky wiped away a stray tear that you didn’t know escaped and ran down your cheek. 

“I love you with all of mine,” he whispered, his voice soft with adoration.

[rawme-price]

A part 3 to reader and the ideal man :]

Its been weeks since you saw ur white whale at the super market and ur still not over it. You think about what pretty curls he had, what kind of tattoos were on his sleeve, the story behind his scars...

It happens by accident, the next time you see him. There's a new barista at ur normal coffee shop, she messes up your order so you have to wait for them to remake it. You had been hanging out by the back, not all that stress bc mistakes happen and u dont think price will care if ur late. Then you see it. Impossibly large figure, blonde hair tucked beneath a baseball cap, scars peaking out from the surgical mask. Ur white whale, ur angel, ur boyfriend who doesnt realize it yet.

You want to go talk to him, maybe chat him up while his drink is being made, but it seems hes picking up an online order. Whatever plans you had are quickly overridden by pure joy when he tugs his mask down to sip the drink and oh my god-

Hes got the face of pure devotion, the kind of pretty that would have you doing horrible things for a taste of. Hes got a scar dashed over his bottom and through his top lip, always showing a bit of teeth. Pink and rosy cheeks, a bit of stuble. If you weren't obsessed before, you certainly are now. Ur so caught up in appreciation you miss him ducking out of the store, only snapping to awareness when the shy barista calls your name. You thank them, give her a generous tip, then set out at a jog when you realize ur gonna be late.

Once again, soap and gaz are victims to what they have dubbed ur "moby-dick rants". Though the rest of the team is at the table as well, "you should have seen him, face of a god. Hes got this sort of lip scar that sets his lip in a delicious curve, a bit of teeth, wonder what itd be like to kiss him-" Ghost whips his head around from where he was scrolling on his phone, but ur too focused on ur rant.

"And I swear I saw a tongue piercing! Dude it took all of my strength not to walk up and offer head then and there. I wouldve hit that in front of the other patrons dude-" you gesticulate as you talk, making a wildly inappropriate gesture. Ghost chokes where hes sat, and soap sympathetically thumps him on the back.

Price looks between you and ghost, looking at his lieutenant with a raised brow as if to say really? You gonna do something about this? But ghost just blushes and looks away, struggling not to pop a boner in the middle of the mess hall lol.

[navybrat817]

Starting Over

Pairing: Trailer Park!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You're ready to start over, and your neighbor makes a lasting impression.

Word Count: Over 3.7k

Warnings: Flirting, swearing, dirty talk, tension, sexual chemistry, world building, asshole ex, Alpine appearance, Bucky Barnes (he's very forward and a warning, okay?)

A/N: Here we are! My trailer park!Bucky intro. We're calling this AU Diamond in the Rough. Thanks to the nonnies and everyone who has asked about him. He's here, @ellethespaceunicorn, @targaryenvampireslayer, @vunblr, @vesearlee, @startcarvingdarling, @thezombieprostitute, @buckybarnesfic (sorry to anyone I missed)!❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @mumbles411 , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divided by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Your life went up in flames recently all thanks to the match you struck. If people asked your parents, your friends, your old boss, or your now ex-boyfriend, they’d likely say it was a mid-life crisis or form of rebellion to get some sort of attention. The truth was that the fuel had spread for years, daring you to light it all on fire, and you did when you finally had enough. You wouldn’t say the old you was dead and that you were reborn, but you weren’t who you were yesterday either. 

This was the start of a different, and hopefully happier, version of you.

Staring at the worn down trailer in front of you, you hadn't made your way inside just yet. While your place with your ex had been large and open and new, this place had seen better days. It needed a fresh coat of paint to start, a new door and windows. It was sinking in that this was really going to be your new home, and it made you happy. 

“I’ll bring you back to life,” you whispered, determined to give this place the TLC that it deserved. If you poured yourself into this, maybe it would fix something inside you, too. You certainly didn’t need your ex or anyone else to help.

You looked over at your car, your beautiful Mustang, which had everything you thought to pack. Your bed and other furniture wouldn't get delivered until later, but that was okay. It hurt to think so much of your life, what defined you, could be boiled down to material possessions, but weren't you fortunate since so many had much less? Maybe unpacking as much as you could today would occupy your time and thoughts.

Like finding a new job, something you truly wanted to do and not what was expected of you. 

Your phone went off and you hesitated to look at the message, not sure who it would be from. It was funny how for years no one went out of their way to talk to you unless they needed something. Now that you were gone they suddenly cared? The thought left a hollow feeling in your chest, one you didn’t want to examine today.

“I have a bet on how long it’ll take you to come crawling back to me. Can’t wait to see you on your knees with those pretty tears when you beg for forgiveness, Pumpkin. And let’s face it, on your knees is where you belong because you’re nothing without me.” 

A surge of anger flooded your veins as you reread it. Even now he expected you’d come back with your tail between your legs where he could look down on you. He had another thing coming. “Trust fund prick,” you muttered, your finger hovering only for a moment before you blocked him. You should’ve done that the moment you dumped him, but doing it now in front of your new home, it felt more right. 

Your eyes burned when you put your phone away and an empty feeling began to consume you. Why were you close to tears? Because of him? You knew from the beginning what kind of man he was and you lied to yourself to maintain the facade that everyone else wanted. You were tired of living for other people’s expectations. This was your life, you didn’t need a man, and-

“You lost?”

You turned at the sound of the deep voice just feet behind you, trembling ever so slightly when you saw the man that husky voice belonged to. The sight knocked the very breath from your lungs. You were used to being surrounded by guys who paraded themselves as men, but they were little boys playing dress up. But the man in front of you? He was all man.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. 

He stood tall and proud, but relaxed and at ease in his element. Blue eyes like an ocean, yet he was the calm of the storm. The short dark brown hair matched his thick goatee and you wished you could feel it against your skin so you knew if it was soft or scratchy. The white tank top showed off his muscles and tattoos and the chain around his neck dipped beneath the neckline. The low hanging jeans hid what you knew was an amazing package. He was something out of a wet dream, the kind of man who looked like trouble.

The kind of man you should stay away from, but wanted to chase after you.

He slowly licked his bottom lip before he asked, “Cat got your tongue, Sweet Cheeks?”

Your face felt like it would go up in flames. Being attracted to what you believed was a new neighbor wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t. “No, and I’m not lost,” you replied, gesturing to what was now your home. “I live here now.”

You could see why he thought you were lost since it was obvious you weren’t from around there. When you looked for a new place, you purposely picked an area far from your old place. If you had stayed close, it wouldn’t have severed the ties enough. It would’ve made your leash longer and that wouldn’t do. 

“Is that right?” He looked you over from head to toe and your mouth went dry when he smirked, the kind that likely disintegrated panties. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

The ruggedly handsome man held his hand out for you, and you only just realized he was wearing rings. What would it feel like if they dug into your skin? And, yes, you may have glanced at his left hand to see if he was wearing a wedding ring, which he wasn’t. “Thanks for the welcome,” you said, taking his hand. 

Electricity crackled between you, feeling the crackle from head to toe. The intensity shook you to your core when he locked his eyes with yours and brought your hand to his lips and kissed it instead of shaking it. You let out a breath when his goatee tickled your skin, his eyes locked with yours. Well, that answered your question- both soft and scruffy, the kind that would leave a delicious burn between your thighs. 

Jesus, you needed to keep your libido under control. You just got out of a relationship. Weren’t you just thinking moments ago how you didn’t need a man?

“I’m Bucky,” he said against your skin, reluctantly releasing your hand. “You wanna tell me your name, or should I just keep calling you ‘Sweet Cheeks’?” 

You told him your name, the sound barely above a whisper. He hummed and repeated it. Never once did you think your name sounded sexy until he said it.

“Why are you calling me Sweet Cheeks?” you asked. Did he call every pretty woman that? Not that you were full of yourself and thought you were drop-dead gorgeous, but you had some confidence in your looks.

He chuckled, a throaty sound that made you want to hear it again. “Well, I hope you don't mind me being forward, but…” he began.

You tensed up a little and looked down at yourself. Was he going to make a comment that you didn't belong there? That you stood out like a sore thumb? You were dressed down, but still looked pristine as you always did, a habit instilled in you that you had to look put together no matter if you were crumbling inside. Appearance meant everything to your family, and you needed to let that expectation go.

“Your ass looks incredible in those jeans. Sweetest fucking cheeks I’ve ever seen and that’s with your pants on.” He licked his lips when his gaze drifted down your body. “I don’t think I’ve seen a better ass than yours.”

You blinked and looked behind you to get a look at yourself. “Excuse me?” you asked. Of all the things you thought he’d say, that wasn't one of them. 

“I saw you from behind and stared for a good minute, thinking of all the things I wanted to do to you, before I walked over. You have the kind of ass that should be worshipped. Could make a grown man cry,” he said, your heart speeding up and your core throbbing. “And then you turn around with the face of a fucking angel and I swear my heart stopped,” he added, putting both hands on his chest for emphasis. “Givin’ me a heart attack over here.”

You almost laughed because he couldn’t be serious, but there was no humor in his eyes. In fact, he scanned your face like he was trying to memorize it. “That’s… no. My ass isn’t that great. Neither is my face,” you said. It wasn’t to fish for a compliment, as nice as it would've been, because while you had some confidence in yourself, you didn’t have that great of an ass.

But beauty was in the eye of the beholder, wasn’t it, and he looked like he was two seconds from dropping to his knees in the dirt to worship you like he claimed he wanted to.

“Tell that to my racing heart and my cock,” he said, your mouth parting when he pointed to his crotch. “But if you continue to disagree, I’m more than happy to show you how wrong you are.”

Your words were stuck in your throat, not used to being the center of someone’s attention that way. “I’m sorry, but we just met,” you said, unsure of how else to respond. He didn’t know you, apart from your name, and he was talking about worshipping your ass and looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole?

It was… kind of flattering. What would you have to be upset about? Weren’t you mentally telling your libido to calm down at the sight of him? You were attracted to him, he was just the one being brave enough to vocalize his attraction to you.

His gaze didn’t waver when he said, “Yeah, we just met, but I want you.”

Your mouth parted again. Well, he was certainly forward and that didn’t bother you. It was better than the fake people you surrounded yourself with before spouting pretty lies. “You want me? You don’t know me and I could be a taken woman,” you pointed out.

“I’ll get to know you if you let me. ‘Sides, it’s not like I see a ring or indentation on your finger, so I don’t think you’re married or engaged. And I sure as hell don’t see anyone here helping you with your stuff, so I’m guessing you’ve been single for a while or you recently got out of a relationship,” he said, taking a look around to make his point before he focused on you once again. You weren’t at all upset that he noticed your bare finger since you had looked at his, too. “You wanna be a taken woman?”

Was it that obvious that you were all alone? “So what if I did just get out of a relationship?” you asked. There was nothing wrong with getting out of something that wasn’t right. 

He smiled, not pushing when you didn’t answer his question. “Then he’s a fucking idiot for letting you go. And what better way to get over someone than getting under another?”

“I dumped him,” you clarified, not knowing why you needed him to know that. Your ex was likely spewing to everyone that he dumped you to save face, but that’s not what happened. “And I’m already over him.”

You should’ve felt guilty for that, but he wasn’t your forever and you weren’t his. He was free to find someone who fit with him better than you ever did. You were free to find your own happiness. 

“Good girl,” Bucky smirked, your legs pressing together. You had to get a grip. “And I wasn’t implying that he dumped you, only that he’s an idiot for letting you go and I’m happy to help you forget all about him.”

You finally let your laugh out and you swore you heard him groan. Did he like the sound of your laughter? “You really are forward, and I just said I don’t need to get over him.”

“I said I’d help you forget about him,” he said, taking a step forward and smiling when you didn’t step back. You weren’t some wilting flower he’d pluck from the soil. “Just let me fuck him from your memories and I swear you’ll thank me when I’m done.”

You frowned. Did he think you were an easy lay, or was he picking up on your attraction to him and running with it? “I haven’t even moved into my trailer yet, so maybe you should let me get settled before you continue to… I don’t know, harass me.”

His eyebrows shot up and the amusement died in his eyes. “Harass you? That’s not what I’m doing,” he swore, taking a step back to give you space. “Look, I’m sorry if I upset you or came on too strong.”

The apology took you by surprise and slowly warmed you inside. Not many people ever apologized to you for anything. “No, I’m sorry. Harass wasn’t the right word,” you said. It was just flirting. Very… strong flirting. “But if that isn’t it, what are you doing?”

He smiled after a moment, that spark back in his eyes. “Just grabbing an opportunity when I see it. Life’s too short not to,” he said.

You respected that perspective. “Is that what I am? An opportunity?” you asked. Something to get out of his system?

“I think you’re a lot more than that and that you may be running from something,” he replied, tilting his head. “Are you running from something or someone?”

He asked like he genuinely cared and you didn’t know how to process that. “I wouldn’t say I’m running,” you said, though you were running in a way, running from the life you no longer wanted. “More like I finally closed a chapter.”

“Well, I’m looking forward to getting to know you and helping you write a new chapter.”

“You say that like it’s a sure thing,” you said.

When his eyes swept over you again, it didn’t look like he was checking you out. It was as if he was trying to figure you out. “‘Cause it is,” he said, glancing at your door before you could say anything to his cocky remark. “Can help you out with repairs if you’d like.”

“I might take you up on that,” you said since you didn’t really have a clue what you were doing when it came to the handyman type of stuff. You could pay him, too. “Don’t get too excited. I said ‘might’,” you teased when he smiled. 

Something in your gut said that even if he wasn’t hitting on you that he would’ve offered to help. It was a feeling you had, just like he had a feeling about you. And sure, he looked like danger and sin and everything you should stay away from, but there was more to him than met the eye. 

What was his story? Who was the man behind the swagger and tattoos and rough edges? Did he grow up here or did he make a choice like you? 

“I run my own shop. I’m very good with my…” He rolled his lip between his teeth. “Tools.”

You laughed again, louder than before, and his smile widened. “You really are something, Bucky,” he said.

“Love hearing you say my name,” he whispered, heat pooling in your gut before he pointed at your car with a whistle. “And she is a beauty. You ever need any help with her, you let me know.”

You agreed. She was a beauty. “Is this the part where you tell me you’ll take me for a ride or something like that?”

“Oh, I'll give you a ride,” he said in a low voice. “As many as you want.”

You ignored the ache between your thighs. “Not today, Bucky. I need to unpack.”

“One sec, Sweet Cheeks.”

“...Is that seriously what you’re going to call me?” you asked as he rushed to his trailer. It was ridiculous, but you didn’t hate it. You sure as hell liked it better than Pumpkin.

“‘Til the day I die,” he called back, whistling when he opened the door. “C’mere, girl. I got someone I want you to meet.”

Your brows furrowed. Who was in there who would possibly want to meet you? Did he have a kid?

You weren’t prepared for a white ball of fur to curl up in Bucky’s waiting arms. “And who is this?” you asked when he strolled back over. The image of such a beautiful cat in his arms was one that would put a smile on your face for days to come.

“This is Alpine. Found her near my shop a while back, starving and shivering. Nursed her back to health and she’s been by my side ever since,” he said, affection written all over his face. There was no bragging in his tone and that made you appreciate his story more. “Al, meet our beautiful new neighbor.”

You weren’t about to preen since he called you beautiful. “Oh, my god,” you whispered, tentatively holding a hand out to her when she lifted her head and regarded you with bright eyes. “Hi there.”

Alpine stared for a few seconds before she sniffed your fingertips and rubbed her head against them, encouraging you to pet her. You felt Bucky’s penetrating stare when you gently stroked her fur. “She’s a great judge of character,” he said, swearing under his breath. “I’m such a dick.”

“What do you mean?” you asked. He was a very forward flirt, but you didn’t get the impression that he was a dick.

“I didn’t ask if you were allergic,” he muttered with a shake of his head. “Fuck.”

Your heart turned over. No one you knew would’ve ever considered that. “I would’ve told you right away if I was allergic,” you assured him, smiling when Alpine purred. “I’m glad he was able to nurse you back to health. I’ll bet you watch over everyone around here, don't you?”

You could just imagine her being a little guardian and your heart twisted. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea for you to get a pet. Like your trailer, you could shower a pet with love, too. 

Alpine surprised you when she moved forward and pressed her head to yours. “Fuck me,” Bucky whispered when she curled up again and closed her eyes. “She really fucking likes you.”

“Maybe she’s just being nice,” you said. 

“Trust me, she wouldn’t do that unless she really liked you,” he said, leaning down slightly to kiss the top of Alpine's head. “Would you, Al?”

Your heart melted. It wasn't fair how sweet and sexy he looked holding an animal. The only thing missing was him in a leather jacket, which you had no doubt he owned. If you ever saw him in a leather jacket holding a cat, you’d probably combust.

“Like seeing me kiss a pussy?” he asked nonchalantly when he caught you staring. 

“Oh, my god,” you giggled, not dignifying him with any other sort of response to his question. Because if you pictured him eating your pussy, your legs would start shaking and you were altready hot and bothered enough thanks to him. “I really should start bringing my stuff in,” you said. You really needed to look over your resume, too, and find a job sooner rather than later.

“Say bye, Al.” He lifted her paw to give you a wave as she meowed. 

You smiled and gave her a wave, too. “Bye bye. Thank you for the warm welcome.” It was a smooth tactic bringing his cat out. You imagined she helped win a lot of people over if his charm didn't.

“Wait,” Bucky said when went to turn away. “You sure you don't need any help? I don't mind doing any heavy lifting.”

“I can manage,” you answered. You had to get used to doing things on your own now. “But I appreciate it.”

“If you change your mind-”

“I’ll let you know.”

He frowned, but nodded. “One more thing,” he said, nodding over to a clearing. “Potluck lunch two days from now. You should stop by. Give you a chance to meet everyone.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up. “I can bake something,” you said. Something delicious that would leave a good impression on the neighbors. 

He raised an eyebrow. “You bake?”

“Yeah, I like to bake. Cakes, cookies, brownies, pies, whatever I feel like.” You shrank in on yourself, waiting for the inevitable laughter or insult. 

But it didn’t come.

Bucky merely stared when he ran his tongue over his lips. Did the man ever keep his tongue in his mouth? “Now, I think it’s only fair that I get to taste your sweet cheeks and I don’t know if I want to share.”

You shook your head. Surely you hadn’t heard him right. “...You mean my treats?” you asked. 

“Cheeks, treats, all of it. Bet it’ll all melt on my tongue,” he replied with a wink and turned away, giving you the chance to check out his ass when he slowly walked away. He spoke about worshipping your ass, but you couldn’t take your eyes off his. 

“You cocky son of a bitch,” you whispered with a smile. Of course you heard him right, and you bet he ate like a starved man. “Keep dreaming,” you called after him. 

“Oh, I will, Sweet Cheeks. I will dream about you,” he promised over his shoulder before he looked back once more. “You might just be my future wife,” he declared and went inside with Alpine while his words hung in the air. 

“Fuck me,” you breathed out, your shoulders shaking as you laughed because that just happened. 

You didn’t know how the rest of the day would go, but you did know that your new home and neighbor were going to make for a very interesting and exciting chapter in your new life.

Okay, lovelies. What do we think? Talk to me. Let me know if you love him as much as I do. And let me know where you think this is going. 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[hearts4hughes]

Drew being interviewed by a very touchy/ flirty interviewer and they even ask if he would date them if it wasn’t for you at the end (req btw lol)

the interview starts innocent enough. he’s in a soft black sweater, sleeves pushed to his forearms, a thin gold ring on his right hand, turning slow circles as he listens. he nods and smiles smiles, says something about the script pulling him in, about working with good people. his voice is low, lazy—media trained mode.

and the interviewer? she’s eating it up. she’s laughing too hard, leaning in and pushing her plastic tits up. her eyes duck to his mouth a little too often. she asks about the movie and then his skincare routine and then, “okay, sorry, not to be that person, but…do you ever get tired of being so hot?”

drew blinks, raises his eyebrows, and tilts his head. he looks off to the side at his management team and they shrug with wide eyes. when he looks back to the interviewer, he merely laughs and says, “uh, i think you’ve got the wrong guy.”

“nope,” she grins, one leg crossing over the other. her shoe brushes his ankle like it’s an accident—it’s not. “definitely the right guy. your girlfriend must be, like, spiritually enlightened to handle it.”

he smiles, but it’s smaller now. a light blush dusts his cheekbones at your mention. “she is.” just three words, but his voice dips. there’s weight to it—pure love and admiration.

you know that tone. it’s the one he uses when he slides your shirt off slow, kisses your hipbone like it’s holy. it’s the one he uses when he’s madly in love and trying not to give it away.

the interviewer shifts and tries again. “so what’s the secret? to making it work?”

“respect,” he says. “and trust. and she’s smarter than me, so i kind of have to keep up.” his smile turns sideways. “it’s a full time job.”

the girl laughs. the noise is a little sharper this time. “you talk about her like,” she pauses to pout her lips, “she’s your religion.”

drew shrugs. “maybe she is.”

that gets a pause. a beat of air where her flirty bravado slips. but she recovers. swings her hair over one shoulder and grins wide. “okay, so be honest,” she purrs, faux casual. “if she didn’t exist…would you date me?”

camera’s rolling but the crew goes still. drew leans back in his chair. eyebrows up and mouth twitching. there’s a pause. like he’s weighing the humor of it versus the disrespect. and then he says, lightly, almost sweet, “nah.”

“no?” her grin falls into a frown.

he smiles, all teeth this time. wolfish and fond and dangerous. “you couldn’t handle me.” the girl blinks again. red fills her cheeks and this time it’s not from how attractive he is. “i’m serious,” he says. “you like the version of me that sits pretty and says nice things. she likes all the other versions. the messy ones. the ones that don’t make the press junkets.”

he looks into the camera like it’s you. like you’re already watching this and rolling your eyes at home. “she likes the real me. and that’s kind of rare, isn’t it?” he shrugs again, and just like that, the camera stops.

~

later, in the car, his phone buzzes with your text.

you: you couldn’t handle me??

he grins, fingers already typing back.

rafe: you liked that and you know it.

rafe: home in twenty.

rafe: shirt off in twenty if you’re lucky.

you: 🙄

and then a selfie. you’re clad in a tank top and no bra—nipples peaking through like a tease of what’s to come. you’re smirking as you flip him off. his gold ring shimmers on your middle finger. he groans, one hand adjusting his pants, the other texting.

rafe: yeah. you’re definitely my religion.

you: i’ll worship however you want

you: just promise to blacklist that interviewer

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[whimsicalwritersstuff]

ok I don’t know what kind of au this would be in but I had a fantasy/vision this morning and I need to share it with SOMEONE. kinda freaky so bear with me.

picture this: maybe joel and reader have a couple kids. maybe he’s been feeling a bit insecure lately about him getting older, feeling self conscious about his tummy and his grey hair and maybe the fact that he’s losing a bit of stamina oops. then one day the kids are being badly behaved and he puts his foot down and reader gets so hot and bothered by him being discipline daddy and she knows he’s been feeling a lil insecure so later when they’re alone she lets him know that the things that make him look like a full blown dad are the things that make her the horniest and she says something like “when you put your foot down with the kids… it reminded me of the days when you used to punish me” and they do sex to one another and she gets spankings and light chokes and wifey reminds him she’ll always be his bad girl and he reminds her how bad girls get punished and hey by the way take my phone away

── Put your foot down.

no outbreak.

Pairing: Oldman!Joel Miller x wife!Reader

Content warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. age gap (60s/20s), pet names, Daddy kink, aging insecurity, emotional reassurance, spanking, possessive/domestic sex, light chocking, praise & dirty talk, soft obsession, dom!Joel, sub!reader, Established Relationship

Word count: 1.194

The kitchen was chaos.

Markers rolled across the floor, spilled juice dripping down the cabinets and your oldest, six going on sixteen. Was currently screaming because her sister dare to touch her stuffed racoon. Again.

You were one second from crying or laughing, you weren't sure which, when Joel's boots thudded against the wood floor.

"Enough," came the voice. The one that vibrated from the chest.

You stilled. So did the kids.

That voice was rare. That tone. Rough. Stern. Low like thunder before a storm.

It made both girls freeze on instinct and your youngest even dropped the raccoon like it had burned her.

Joel looked tired, his flannel half buttoned, a little sweat at his temples from fixing the damn leaky sink.

"Pick up the mess," he ordered. "Say sorry to your mama. Then go sit on the couch. No cartoons."

Both the kids shuffled off with quite little sorrys. No sass, no backtalk.

You leaned on the counter, biting your cheek to suppress a smile. Joel turned towards you, rubbing his neck, and muttered. "Sorry 'bout all that. They were bouncin' off the walls while I was under the sink.. just lost my patience, I guess."

But all you could do was stare.

At the way he stood, shoulders broad, hands dirty, jaw clenched just so. The silver threading through his curls, the soft curve of his belly pushing slightly against his shirt.

The voice. The authority. The way the girls obeyedhim like he was the law of the land.

And suddenly, your thighs clenched.

He caught your look. Brows furrowed.

"What?"

You crossed the kitchen slowly, thudding your fingers through the collar of his shirt, letting your eyes move over every weathered, perfect part of him.. "I'm so fucking turned on right now..." You whispered.

Joel blinked. "...what?"

You leaned closer, voiceowr. "When you used that voice? When you put your foot down with the girls? I swear to God, Joel, it reminded me of the days when you used to punish me." Joel's face went from confused to wrecked in half a second.

"Jesus," he murmured. "You serious."

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his middle, under the softness of of his flannel, resting your head against that cheat you loved so much.

"I know you've been feeling self conscious," you murmured. "About the gray. The belly. Getting winded.. but all of that? Joel, it makes me want to climb into your lap and beg for it..."

He let out a shaly breath, arms tightening around your waist.

"Goddamn, baby..."

"You're sexy, Joel," you whispered. "You're a full blown dad. You fix shit with one hand, discipline with the other. You wear those stupid reading glasses and your flannels don't button right over your tummy and it makes me wanna ride you until you stop me."

Joel was hard.

You could feel it against your hip.

He grabbed your jaw gently, tilting your chin up.

"Bedroom. Now."

~~~

By the time you were lajd out across the bed, shirt peeled off, shorts shoved aside, Joel's flannel was half off, boxers pushed just far enough to let his thick cock slap heavy between your thighs.

He stared down at you like he was starving. Like you hard the answers to every doubt in his head. "You still daddy's girl?" He asked, sliding his fingers through your slick folds. "Even after all these years?"

You nodded, gasping. "Always.."

"You still need reminders?" His voice dropped, that gravelly tone making your stomach flip.

"Yes. Please,' you begged.

He smirked, older, slower but still lethal.

One sharp spank landed on your ass, then another.

You cried out, arching into him.

He wrapped one hand lightly around your throat, the other gripping your hip as he lined up and pushed in, deep and slow until he bottomed out and groaned like it hurt to feel that good.

"Fuck,"he rasped. "So fuckin' tight."

You clung to him arm. "Still all yours."

His thrusts were heavy, deepz measured.

"I got older," he muttered. "But I never got soft on you."

You didn't,' you moaned. "You're so good,.Joel... So deep, god, daddy..." He focked out a moan and leaned in, hand braced beside your head, mouth dragging along your neck.

You whispered, "use me."

And he did.

He flipped you on your stomach, your thighs were already trembling, and Joel hadn't even started fucking you properly yet.

His hand slid up your spine, slow and warm, making you arch like instinct. His breath hit your shoulder, heavy and uneven.

His soft stomach pressed against your lower back, grounding you to the bed. He guided his cock through your soaked folds, the head thick and hard, teasing your entrance.

Joel then grabbed your hips and sank into you with one deep, controlled thrust. You gasped, loud and startled. Hands scrambling to brace against the mattress as he filled you up to the hilt.

You couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but feel him..he filled every inch like he is as carved to fit you, his hips flush with your ass, his cock pulsing thick and hot inside you.

He didn't move yet. He held himself ther, buried deep, hands gripping your tiny waist hard enough to leave marks. "You want daddy to ruin you tonight?" Be asked softly, voice all whiskey and hunger.

"Y-Yes, please. Daddy."

Joel pulled out nearly to the tip and then slammed back in with a low grunt. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room.

Obscene and wet and perfect. He kept thrusting into you, he kept his thrusts steady, not rushed, not frantic, just hard. Possessive.

You couldn't stop moaning.

Every thrust hit deep, dragging against your walls, your body clenching tighter each time he pressed that soft tummy against your back.

"Fuck- fuck-" you sobbed. "You feel so good, daddy.." he leaned down , wrapped his hand around your throat gently, lips brushing your ear. "Don't forget who this pussy belongs to."

"You, daddy." You bewthed. "Always. It's yours."

"You think anyone else could ever fuck you like this, fill you up this deep?" You shopl your head, "no, no one...just you."

Joel pulled you upright onto your knees, your back against his chest , his hand still right at your neck, the other one on your clit now, circling slowly while his cock kept pounding up into you. "Show me, he whispered. "Cum on daddy's cock."

You shattered.

Your pussy clenching around him so hard it made him curse, your body going limp in his arms. He cought you with a growl, held you in place, still thrusting through the after shocks.

And then he followed.

He buried himself deep and stayed there, pulsing inside you, thick ropes of heat flooding you full while he panted into your slick neck..

"God damn, baby..." He muttered, "ain't never gonna get over you.

You reached up, threaded your fingers through his greying curls, "still god it, daddy." Joel laughed low against your skin and pulled out slwly, watching the mess spill down your thighs with a satisfied smirk.

"You're gonna be Feelin' me all day tomorrow."

You smiled, breathless.

"That's the point."

[bratzray]

ᥫ᭡Forever Theirs ᥫ᭡

❥ Chapter 1: Introduction?

Warning: Obsessive behavior, stalking, mental tension, Baby is an iPad kid {saw this head-cannon and I loved it}

Synopsis: You finally made it to Korea, in your dream apartment and neighborhood. You decide to get to know your environment better than you do now when you meet them, The Saja Boys. They were singing their debut song “Soda Pop”, you watched for a little bit before continuing on your way, slowly forgetting about the performance. You finished your day by reading in the park before noticing something was off…

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Korea wasn’t the first option but it always was an option. Living in America and just making it by wasn’t ideal but moving to another country wasn’t something you saw yourself doing but you never downplayed the idea

You spoke to your family and close friends, saying your goodbyes because you don’t think you’ll be coming back, but at least you have one of your closest friends Ji-yoo coming with you. His mother’s family comes from Korea but his father was American, he wanted to come with you because he wanted to be closer to the other side of his family. 

The trip to Korea wasn’t all that bad, in fact it was kinda enjoyable, but getting settled in was the problem. You managed to find an apartment before moving to Korea but the problem was you had to get to it and with no car it was going to be a trip. 

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You finished moving into your apartment, it took a good while because most of the stuff you wanted needed to be shipped, but the apartment is finally yours’ 

You wanted to take a walk when you get a call, you look for your phone and end up finding it and picking up 

“Hello?” 

“Why are you speaking to me like you don’t know who’d be calling you this early?” 

“Hi Ji what do you want?” you ask, trying to find your purse to complete your outfit 

“You remember our little date plan right?” he ask with a slight attitude

“Yes I wouldn’t dare to forget, I’m going out right now to get some food to make.” you say, rolling your eyes at his attitude 

“Yea you better, because knowing you if I hadn’t called you would’ve forgotten.” he said as you hear a car door slamming in the background 

“Where are you right now?” you ask before rushing to your window and seeing him leaning on the side of his car

“Why the hell are you outside my apartment right now…” you ask him as you stare him down from your window 

“Girl stop talking and get your ass down here so we can go get this food.” he replied before looking up into your apartment building and flipping you off. You repeat the action back before finally putting your shoes on and walking to the elevator. 

You meet Ji-yoo at the front before he practically tackles you into a hug 

“You take too long, you know that?” he ask before letting go of you and fixing your frizzy hair, you roll your eyes before responding 

“Let's not talk about who’s taking too long because last time I checked, last dinner date we planned it took you almost 2 hours to even make it to my house…” you say looking at him annoyed 

“We turned a new leaf [✮], we don’t talk about the past.” he said snarky before walking away towards his car. 

You just huffed before making your way towards him, waiting for him to get what he needed from the car. You guys started walking towards the convenient store before you heard and saw a crowd of people, looking around you and Ji-yoo started making your way to the crowd when you heard it 

The Saja boys. That’s what this little boy group was called, or so you assumed since that’s what people were screaming. You watch their performance and for the most part they’re pretty good, but something in you was pushing you closer to them, pushing you to speak to them. You shove that feeling away and continue to watch, humming some of the parts that repeat itself. 

You try to find Ji-yoo before seeing him standing on the other side, practically salivating at the boys. You rolled your eyes before trying to shove your way through the crowd to make it to him, you almost made it when you saw him, or more so he saw you. One of the boys made direct eye contact with you, and he was holding it for a long time. It made you nervous, but you couldn’t look away. 

It felt like hours of just you and him staring at each other, before Ji-yoo snapped you out of it. 

“Come on before we get distracted again.” he said before pulling you out of the crowd and making it to the store. 

“Ji, was it me or was that boy staring mad hard at me?” you ask him before putting some ramen and kimbap into your basket

“No, I noticed but maybe it’s just that idol boy charm, probably nothing much really.” he said before he walked away 

You shake your head agreeing but there’s something in you telling you it was more than just that, that it wasn’t just an idol boy look, he looked like he was trying to find out something about you, like you stole money from him and he wanted to make sure it was you.  

You just shake away that feeling and continue with your shopping, getting snacks that you and Ji plan on scoffing down once you make it home 

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 On the other side of the city were the Saja Boys, they had just finished their debut performance before making it back to their apartment but something had been on Romance’s mind for hours and he just couldn’t shake it off. He finally build up the courage and asked 

“Was it only me, but did y’all feel her there too?” he asked before looking around the room at the boys 

Jinu huffs, “I did, but it was probably just nothing.” he replied shaking his head, but he knows deep down it wasn’t just nothing 

“No it wasn’t just nothing, I felt her and something’s telling me I saw her too.” Romance replied, huffing slightly at Jinu ignoring what he said 

“He’s right Jin, I felt her too.” Abby finally spoke up before looking up from his phone over to the two boys, while the other two were in their own world 

Baby laughed slightly before speaking up, “I found her, y’all are just useless.” He huffed before shoving his ipad into Romance’s arms. It was your instagram, it had nearly every picture you’ve ever taken, pictures of you and Ji-yoo, your family, and even you moving to Korea. 

“YES! That’s her, that’s who I saw, I bet you that’s who Gwi-ma was talking about!” Romance jumped up before shoving the Ipad into Jinu’s arms,

 “SEE LOOK FOR YOURSELF!!” he said, before dancing, feeling like he proved a point, just then Jinu looked at the Ipad and felt his heart pang even more than it already was, it was really you. 

“Now are we all just gonna sit here and do nothing, because I found her address…” Baby said before continuing to drink out of some type of bottle. The rest of the boys looked at him before finally deciding to go out and look for you, their soulmate. 

You and Ji-yoo were having the best night ever, just watching movies and eating the snack y’all brought earlier but it was getting late and he had work the next day. You lead Ji-yoo out to his car before giving him a hug and letting him go on his way. 

It was slightly warm and nobody was outside so you decided to just sit down at a bench that was near a small pond by the side of your apartment building. You were there for a while, kittens were just roaming around before one jumped onto your lap while you pet it. 

It was calming, with a slight wind and somewhat chilly air until you got this feeling, it was the same feeling you got when you were watching the Saja boys but this one felt different. It wasn’t that warm feeling anymore, it was more or so a feeling of being watched or even observed. 

This feeling never went away so you looked around, trying to find out where that feeling was coming from, but you found nothing. Not wanting to find out anymore you made your way back into your home, the little kitten that was on your lap followed you home. You’ll just keep in mind you’ll have to go shopping for your new companion. 

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The boys observed you, they watched how you pet the kittens around you, they watched how your body relaxed in the slight breeze that was around you. They loved everything about you and they weren’t willing to let that feeling go. 

“See, I told you it was her, just look at her.” Romance said with “heart eyes” as he followed your every movement

“I don’t believe it…” Jinu said looking stunned at your beauty 

“She’s…wow” Mystery mumbled to himself before leaning in closer from the corner to look at you better 

Baby and Abby were quiet, just looking and following the way you moved, slight obsession filled their eyes, they wanted to be closer, to have more of you. But before they could do anything everyone froze, as they watched you look around, slight fear on your face. That’s when they noticed you begin to leave, but Baby wasn’t going to let you go just yet. 

As you were making your way into your apartment building, baby followed right behind you, ignoring the constant protest from the others. He was silent, just following you until he saw you open your door and close it after the kitten that was following you got inside. That’s when he walked over to your closed door and took a picture of your apartment number. 

Some may call it stalking, but he’s just getting to know more about his soon to be lover. He finally makes it back outside before he was meant with four angry faces. 

“Why the hell would you follow her?” Romance said before grabbing Baby and pulling him into the rest of the boys as they surround him in a circle 

“What if you get caught then what?” Jinu said sternly before plucking Baby on the head 

“How were we supposed to help if someone saw you?” Abby said shaking his head before huffing 

Mystery stayed silent but by the look on his face, he wasn’t happy with what Baby did. Yes they wanted to get to know more about you and yes they might be a little obsessed with you, but following you home was a different topic. As the three boys continued to give Baby a stern talking that when he finally spoke up 

“Do you want her address or not? We can send her gifts now…” He said as he looked at the other boys, it took them a while to respond before Mystery spoke up 

“No gifts right now but soon.” He said before walking away, the boys followed after him 

“Do you really have her apartment number?” Abby asked as Baby pulled out his phone and showed him the picture of your apartment number. The other two looked at the photo and smiled, they finally found their soulmate, and they don’t plan on letting you go.

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❥ Chapter 2

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Anniversary Tears

જ⁀➴ Desc: || In which your perfect anniversary was long forgotten by your boyfriend and you're tired of being last place in his life. ||

P2

ᯓ★ Featuring: Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Fernando Alonso.

ᯓ★ 1x Genre: Angst

ᯓ★ Warning: None

ᯓ★ Requested? No

Author Note: Don't worry guys, I do see your requests in my inbox, and have them drafted. Solo fics take longer than the headcanons, So I am putting more content out there to hold you over. I hope you all enjoy the angst.

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Max Verstappen

When your relationship with Max first took off, it felt perfect. Not only were you a WAG with a loving boyfriend and your own career, but you were also his world—his safe haven outside the sport that constantly demanded his time, energy, and focus. After long days filled with tension, yelling at his team, and pushing for improvements they sometimes refused to acknowledge, you were his anchor. On the verge of breaking, you were the one who held him together.

But slowly, the pressure from his job started to seep into your relationship. Max grew distant, his presence increasingly replaced by postponed dinners and late nights. "Don't wait up," became more common than goodnight kisses. The bed felt colder, and the silence at night felt heavier. Still, you clung to hope. Your anniversary was coming up—it had to mean something to him. He’d always remembered before, right down to the minute. He never missed it. It was always in his phone, always marked with care.

“Don’t worry, liefje,” he said with a soft kiss. “I’ll be home before you know it.” His lips lingered just long enough to convince you he might mean it this time.

You dressed with care that evening—spritzed on the perfume he loved, slipped into the dress that never failed to catch his eye. Dinner was set. A night under the stars, just the two of you. You waited, surrounded by the hum of music, the clink of glasses, the low chatter of couples enjoying each other’s company.

But not yours.

You kept glancing at the door. Then at your phone. Finally, you called him. When he answered, you could hear him talking to someone—Christian, maybe—before he turned his attention to you.

“Sorry, liefje, I was just talking to Christian. What’s up?”

What’s up?

“What do you mean, what’s up?” you snapped, your voice brittle.

His reply was casual, too casual. “Why are you so moody? Are you on your period or something?”

That was the final straw.

“No, Max, I’m not,” you said sharply, your voice tight as you stood from the table, phone pressed to your ear. “Maybe I’m just moody because the man I love can’t even let go of a damn steering wheel for five minutes to be with me. I get it. You love racing. I know your career comes first. But on our anniversary?”

There was a pause, then a panicked, “Shit. I’m sorry! I’ll come right now—”

“Don’t bother, Verstappen.” You cut him off, eyes stinging. “Save your apology. I’m done. I can't keep coming in last place... while you sit there and celebrate every first.”

You hung up. The quiet click of your heels echoed as you walked away, tears slipping down your cheek.

Elsewhere, Max stood frozen, phone in hand, jaw clenched, eyes heavy.

When someone asked what was wrong, all he could manage to say was—

“I screwed up.”

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Charles Leclerc

You always knew Ferrari was Charles’ world. From the time he was a boy, it was his dream, his everything—and you stood by him every step of the way. He was a loving boyfriend, no doubt about that. He just had a habit of forgetting the little things—milk from the store, the eggs, the scented candles you asked for, even the specific dog food that Leo could actually stomach.

But you loved him. Loved him so much, you would sit in silence and come last, over and over again.

You were used to being his priority. Even in crowded rooms or intense conversations, his hand would still find yours—on your thigh, your back, your waist. But lately, that had all changed. Ferrari was struggling, and so was Charles. You saw it in his eyes: the exhaustion, the pressure, the desperate hunger to do better, to fight for pole position, for podiums, for anything. And in the process, you felt like discarded trash—left behind, forgotten.

“I’ll see you tonight,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

He smiled. “Of course. I’ll handle today and be home.”

You assumed he knew. It was on the calendar. In both your phones. You’d dropped hints all week. He couldn’t forget this—your day. The day you two fell in love. The day you made each other yours.

When he walked out the door, your heart had lifted. You cleaned the flat from top to bottom, cooked his favorite meal, lit the candles he loved most, and carefully scattered the rose petals you bought. You dressed for the night you’d both needed. A reconnection. A celebration. A return to each other.

But hours passed.

The food grew cold. Half the candles flickered out. Leo had chewed through most of the petals. You sat in silence, staring at the clock, the night collapsing in on itself like a slow disaster.

Then—finally—you heard his keys.

His voice.

And your heart sparked, a flicker of hope that maybe—just maybe—he’d remembered. Maybe he brought flowers. Maybe he had a surprise. A kiss. An apology. Something.

But when the door opened, your smile died.

Charles stepped in… with one of his engineers.

“I invited him over for dinner,” he said casually, dropping his keys on the counter. He glanced around. “What’s all this?”

Your chest tightened, breath caught in your throat.

“Our dinner,” you said quietly.

He raised a brow. “We planned this?”

You looked away, biting the inside of your cheek.

“I mean… if we did, I must’ve forgotten,” he said, walking toward the table. “Did Leo eat half of whatever this is?” he added, lightly nudging a chewed petal with his foot.

That was it.

You grabbed your keys without a word and walked out. Charles watched you go, confused, glancing at his friend—who only shrugged.

And then his eyes landed on the calendar.

Red marker. A heart. One word.

Anniversary.

His stomach dropped.

“Our anniversary,” he whispered. Panic set in as he fumbled for his phone. He called you instantly.

“Y/N,” he breathed when you answered. “I forgot—I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. We were just talking strategy all day, and I lost track of time. Please, just come back.”

You sniffled on the other end.

“I’m tired of chasing someone who’s chasing a podium,” you said. “I know it’s your dream, Charles. But am I even part of it?”

He swallowed hard, unable to respond.

“You cross the finish line, but do I even matter?” your voice cracked. “You don’t even know what to say. You can’t, because you don’t care. I ask for your time—and you have none to give. So good luck with Ferrari this year, Charles. Go chase your podium. I’m done chasing you.”

And then the line went dead.

Charles stood frozen, phone still in hand, eyes stinging with guilt and regret. He whispered, more to himself than anyone else, anger and heartbreak swirling in his chest.

“She hates me…”

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Lewis Hamilton

You were in love with a seven-time world champion.

And somehow, despite the millions who adored him, he loved you. He chose to build a life with you—and Roscoe. Nothing could break you two apart. His heart was yours, and yours was his.

He made sacrifices, hard choices in his career, and swore time and again that he'd always try to keep you first. That love—it made you feel like you were flying.

Until you crash-landed. Alone.

Lately, the clock would strike midnight, sometimes even two in the morning, and he still wouldn’t be home. And each late night, each unanswered message, made your chest feel tighter. You told yourself not to complain—he was famous, his life demanding. But still, you wanted time. His time.

“We deserve a trip,” he had said, flashing that smile, the one that always calmed your nerves.

“We do,” you agreed. “Just don’t forget the date. I even canceled vacation plans with the girls—told them I needed time with my future husband.”

He had chuckled and held up his phone. “I’ll spend an hour with the guys and come home early. I still need to pack Roscoe’s stuff, anyway.”

“Responsible,” you teased, kissing his cheek. “Go have your fun.”

And the moment he walked out the door, your heart started dreaming. You imagined quiet mornings with him, waking up tangled in each other, no alarms, no cameras. Just the two of you, off the grid. Long walks. Photos where he called you beautiful. Whispered I love yous between sips of coffee. A version of him that only existed when the world wasn’t watching.

But the clock ticked. Then again. And again.

No message. No call. Nothing.

Just silence—until you opened Instagram.

There he was. Laughing, smiling with the guys. Still out. Like he had no flight. No bags. No anniversary. No you.

He was winning in the race of life—and losing in the one that truly mattered.

He didn’t come home until hours later. Eyes tired, voice light.

“An hour I said—and then Franco dared me to—”

He stopped.

The place was too quiet. Too empty. Roscoe sat by the door, ears perked.

“Y/N?” he called, stepping deeper into the penthouse.

“Babe?”

He walked through each room, heart picking up speed—until his eyes caught the note sitting on the counter.

Lewis,

I waited. But you didn’t come. I told myself maybe you'd run late, maybe you'd rush home, maybe you'd try. But you didn't.

You missed our flight. You missed our anniversary.

So I went without you. I’m on vacation—with the girls I turned down for you.

Don’t call. Just ask yourself why it always ends up like this.

—Y/N

Panic set in. He grabbed his phone and immediately called you.

When you picked up, your voice was quiet, broken by the faint sound of laughter in the background.

“Where did you go?” he asked, breath uneven.

“On vacation,” you said simply. “You missed our flight. You know… for a seven-time world champion, I thought maybe—maybe—you’d lay it to rest just for one day. Or did you forget what this trip was even for? It was our anniversary.”

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I’m laying off work as much as I can. You know how demanding it is. I love what I do—”

“Yeah. You love what you do. But do you even love what you have?” your voice cracked. “I’ve spent so much time loving you, accepting that you’re sweet… but never around. At some point, Lewis, you’ll wake up past forty, still chasing podiums, and realize the world kept spinning without you.”

Silence.

“And when all the other drivers are married, in love, settled… you’ll say I miss Y/N. You’ll say you miss us. You’ll wish we had more time. You’ll wish we got married. You’ll wish you treated me like more than a trophy in your case.”

You paused, breath catching.

“But I won’t be there.”

And then you hung up.

Back in Monaco, Lewis stood frozen in the middle of the room, eyes glassy, hands shaking. His phone slipped from his grip, landing with a sharp clatter on the tile.

“Fuck!” he yelled, voice raw, hands in his hair as he stumbled backward.

“How did I mess this up?” he muttered, sinking onto the edge of the bed.

“I lost her…”

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Lando Norris

When you first met Lando, you knew who he was—the party boy. The fast life, the late nights, the grin that could disarm anyone. But behind that chaos was something softer. Something real. A boy with a full heart who crumbled in your arms when the media became too cruel. You held him through breakdowns, through silence, through storms no one else ever saw. He was yours. You were his.

And for a while, it felt like nothing else mattered.

Time with him felt like being the center of the universe. Every moment was electric. He made you feel like you were more than his girlfriend—you were his constant. His peace.

But it shifted.

McLaren started winning, and suddenly, so much more of him belonged to the team. His attention narrowed, his kisses got shorter, his exits quicker. “Love you,” turned into rushed goodbyes and texted emojis. You started waiting—hours—for a message, a call, a sign.

Sometimes, you only got a thumbs-up.

He didn’t feel like your boyfriend anymore. He felt like Lando Norris, the driver. And you? Just another face in the crowd, another voice in his overflowing inbox.

It hurt. Bad.

That’s why you didn’t say anything.

You wanted to see if he’d remember your anniversary. Not because you wanted to punish him—but because part of you needed to know if he still saw you. Not as a fan, not as a placeholder, but as the girl who’s been with him through it all. The one who stayed.

You let the day unfold in silence.

Maybe, just maybe, he’d say no to clubbing. Maybe he’d surprise you. Maybe he’d say no to everyone else and yes to you—for once.

The lamp in the living room was the only light on. You sat on the couch, dressed up. Makeup perfect. Perfume light and familiar. Waiting.

You imagined him swinging through the door, smiling, dressed up, ready to whisk you away like it was year one again.

But hours passed.

Your heels came off first. Then the makeup wipes. Then the dress, now forgotten on the cold floor of your bedroom. By the time the clock struck midnight, you were in pajamas—hope deflated.

Then, voices at the door.

You looked up, heart already heavy.

“He’s drunk,” one of his friends laughed as they helped Lando up the stairs.

His head lolled to the side, eyes half-closed, a goofy, blissed-out grin on his lips.

You opened the door.

“On our anniversary…” you whispered under your breath.

Still, you couldn’t turn him away. You loved him too much for that.

You thanked his friends, then wrapped your arms around him as he leaned all his weight on you. He laughed—slurred and unaware—as you helped him toward the bedroom.

“Norris,” you muttered, sighing. “You forgot what today was.”

He didn’t respond.

You eased him onto his side of the bed, unlaced his shoes, tossing them aside. He collapsed into the pillows with a lazy groan.

“Four years,” you said quietly, watching him.

“Anniversary, you know?” you tried again. “Four years.”

He hummed, eyes shut. “Whatever you say… I don’t care…”

You froze.

And then, with a careless wave of his hand, he mumbled—

“I love you, Luisinha…”

The breath left your body.

Your heart split clean down the middle.

He wasn’t just drunk.

He was drunk and still thinking about her.

Luisinha.

The girl before you. The one you thought he’d moved past. The one he said he didn’t talk to, didn’t think about, didn’t miss.

But that bracelet you’d found a week ago—the one he promised he’d thrown away?

He kept it.

He kept her.

And now, with his defenses down, the truth came out. Maybe the drinking, the clubbing, the partying—it wasn’t about the spotlight. Maybe it was about numbing the space she left behind.

Your eyes welled with tears as you looked at him—peaceful, unaware, dreaming of someone else.

“For once in my life…” your voice shook, barely a whisper, “I thought someone loved me. Sober or not sober.”

You wiped your eyes, hands trembling.

“I’m last place in your mind,” you said, broken. “Always have been.”

You lingered in the doorway for a moment, taking one last look at the boy who promised you everything—but gave you half-truths.

“I hope she makes you happy,” you whispered.

And then you left.

No destination in mind.

Just anywhere that wasn’t there—anywhere you could breathe, away from the lies, away from the ache of trying to be someone’s everything when they’re still mourning someone else.

Back in bed, Lando stirred. Tossed. Snored.

And then, barely audible—

“Luisinha…”

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Carlos Sainz

Carlos was your sweetheart.

Every photo of you two looked like a still from a romantic comedy—sometimes sweet, sometimes goofy, always full of heart. Together, you’d wish fans happy holidays, post silly videos, and make even the quietest moments feel alive. Being his felt like honey: warm, golden, slow-dripping joy.

He loved to show you off. His friends knew your name. His fans knew your face. He spoke of you like you hung the moon.

And for a long time, the weight of that love wasn’t heavy—it was heavenly.

But slowly… that love began to fade. Not disappear, no. Just… retreat.

His smiles became half-hearted. His eyes darted around the room, distracted. Every dinner was cut short. Every date somehow became a double date—someone tagging along, someone stealing his laughter, his attention, his time. And you? Left picking at your food, faking smiles.

He always apologized. Swore he’d change. And you believed him, because when Carlos loved, he loved hard.

“This time, I’ll focus on you. It’s our anniversary, mi amor. I could never forget my special lady,” he teased, pinching your nose, making you laugh in spite of yourself.

“Good. I already have my outfit picked out, Sainz,” you grinned.

“Perfect, I'll meet you tonight, have to do some stuff so I can make time for just this moment and just for you," he said, kissing your forehead. It felt like a promise.

And for a moment—you believed it.

That night, you stood in front of the mirror, beaming. Your dress hugged your body just right, your makeup was soft and glowing. You did a little spin, whispering to yourself, “He’s gonna lose his mind when he sees me.”

You were ready to be his entire world for the night.

But hours passed.

The food on your plate grew cold. The candles flickered lower. And the seat across from you? Still empty.

Your phone finally rang. Your heart lifted, a flicker of hope rushing in. “Carlos?” you answered with a soft smile.

Laughter poured from the other end of the line. Background noise. Music. Clinking glasses.

“You should come to the bar!” he said, voice light and carefree.

Your smile shattered.

The silence on your end stretched, and then—

“Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro…” your voice trembled. “Do you really not know what today is?”

He hesitated. “I must’ve forgotten, because… no?”

Your throat tightened. “Our anniversary.”

Silence.

“And I have to say,” you added, voice cracking, “sitting alone at this table—alone—is humiliating.”

He exhaled. “Come to the bar. I’ll make it up to you. I’m sorry—”

“Sorry?” You stood up, voice raising with the weight of every swallowed hurt. “You’re always sorry, Carlos! And then you go and do the same thing again. And again.”

People turned their heads, but you didn’t care anymore.

“I’m tired of being last! I’ve sucked up every ache in my body for you. I’ve swallowed my pride. For what?”

“You know how demanding my career is,” he said quietly.

You laughed bitterly. “Your career? Carlos, other drivers have relationships. They’re not out at a bar on their anniversary night like it’s nothing!”

“I’m not them,” he snapped. “Don’t compare me, corazón.”

You shook your head, heart sinking. “Maybe if you loved me the way they love their partners… I wouldn’t have to.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Maybe if you just looked at me, for one second, I wouldn’t have to beg to be seen. I made you first in my life, Carlos. First. And all I’ve ever been to you is another face in the crowd. Someone who waits. Someone who blends in behind your friends, your fans, your fame.”

He stayed quiet.

You looked at the phone, your reflection in the black screen, your makeup starting to smudge, your hand trembling.

“We’re done, Carlos,” you said, barely above a whisper. “Done.”

And with that, you hung up.

Back at the bar, Carlos stared at his phone like it had punched him in the gut.

He didn’t even realize he’d stopped breathing.

He slid the phone down on the counter, staring ahead at nothing. His jaw clenched. His throat burned.

One of his friends leaned over, hand on his back.

“You okay, man?”

Carlos didn’t answer at first. Then, slowly, voice cracked and broken, he muttered:

“I just lost the one woman who loved me more than the world…”

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Fernando Alonso

Fernando Alonso Díaz.

Even just his name gave you butterflies. It belonged to the man who made you laugh until your sides ached, who smothered you with kisses every morning despite your sleepy protests. His affection was playful—nose pinches, tight hugs, spontaneous dancing in the kitchen. You were his world. And he was yours.

He once told you that when he was ready to marry again, it would be you. Only you. That you’d be the last woman he’d ever love like this. That one day, he'd put a ring on your finger and call it forever.

For a long time, life with him felt like a promise unfolding. Soft, beautiful, and full of meaning.

But promises, even beautiful ones, can crack under pressure.

The small things started to slip. A missed good morning text. A quick kiss on the cheek without eye contact. Late nights with the same excuse: work. “You know how it goes,” he’d say. “Busy as always.” And suddenly, you weren’t sure if you were his partner… or his afterthought.

Still, you hoped.

You wore the outfit he loved. You tried to spark memories, gently reminding him of the day you became official. He smiled—but his face didn’t light up. “I don’t really remember the date,” he said, brushing it off. “But I remember it felt magical.”

Your fake smile held long enough for you to turn your back.

Then came another goodbye. Another peck on the cheek. Another “work’s calling.”

You stayed home, holding on to hope. Holding on to him.

Evening came. Then night. Your phone buzzed.

Fernando: Don’t wait up. Working late.

That was it. No call. No detail. Just another dismissal, like you didn’t spend the day waiting, hoping he’d come home ready to celebrate you both.

You called him. Your voice trembled, trying to stay steady.

“Fernando,” you said, “I think you should check the date.”

He laughed softly. “Are you drunk, mi vida?”

“No,” you whispered. “Just check.”

There was a pause. Then, casually: “Is it important? I’m heading out with the guys. Engineers are buying.”

Your heart cracked. “Nando, it’s our anniversary.”

Silence. Then a light chuckle. “Ah… I missed it. We’ll fix it tomorrow, yeah? When I’m free.”

You swallowed hard. “Are we ever getting married, Fernando? Or is that just something you say when it’s convenient?”

He sighed. “Why would I stop racing to get married? This is my life. You knew that.”

“I’m not asking you to stop racing.” Your voice shook. “I’m asking if you even see a future with me.”

Another sigh. Dismissive. Cold.

You continued, voice stronger now, pain spilling out. “You remember everything about your career—your wins, the year you debuted, your teammates, your rivals. But you couldn’t remember this. Us. What we built.”

You wiped a tear away. “You’re forty-three, Fernando. I don’t need a perfect family. I don’t even need kids. But marriage… time together… commitment. That’s not too much.”

“I’ll marry when I’m ready,” he replied. “I’m not living a domestic life right now. I have a few more years left in me. You knew that.”

“I did. I knew what I signed up for.” Your tone softened, but the sadness deepened. “But I didn’t sign up to always come second. Or third. Or last. I thought we were in this together. I thought love meant sharing the wins.”

He was quiet. You knew that silence. The kind that said he’s made his choice.

“I’m not trying to change you,” you whispered. “I just wanted a little of your time. A little of your heart when it wasn’t being poured into a car. I wanted our love to matter as much as your next race.”

Then his voice sharpened. “If you hang up, I won’t chase you. I won’t beg. If you hang up, it’s done. So give me a moment—”

Click.

Silence.

The moment you ended the call, something shifted in him.

Fernando sat motionless, the phone still in his hand. The words echoed in his head.

“There is no reason one of us should be winning and the other losing.”

He’d spent his life chasing podiums, building a legacy. But in the quiet that followed your goodbye, he realized something:

The one person who loved him beyond the helmet, the headlines, the trophies—had just walked away.

And he let her.

A single tear slid down his cheek as he placed the phone on the table, the weight of everything he’d lost crashing down on him.

“What have I done…”

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[spidybaby]

do you take f1 requests? if u do, please do a Lando x reader where reader is his personal assistant and he likes her but hides it by being mean until one day he sees her talking with other driver during an event and decided to confess and u can choose the way it ends pls

Personal Assistant

Summary: Lando hides his feelings behind cruel words until he is forced to let the truth out.

Warnings: cursing

A/N: Hi, I want to say that I don't know much about F1, so I did my best with this request. If I got something wrong, sorry. Hope you like it 🥺💛

"You are late, again." Lando says, looking at you from the sofa. "Do you have my breakfast?"

You nod, still out of breath. You show him the paper bag, smiling at him, moving quickly to the kitchen to serve the food in a plate.

You have to be careful, he has this way of eating his food that if anything mixes, it will cause a disturbance on his day.

You place the plate and drink in front of him, moving back to get the bread and fork. You notice he's reading something on social media.

"Did you have any chance of reading the schedule I made for the trip?" You ask him, handing him the fork. "I talked to your manager, and he says that it's good."

He looks at you, not answering. Instead, he goes for a bite of the food. You hold the urge to roll your eyes.

"It needs salt." He says, waving at you.

You nod, walking to the kitchen to get the salt. You take a deep breath before walking back, already stressed, and it was only 8 am.

"Carlos called, he wants to know if you want to go to dinner with him when you land in Barcelona."

He nods, turning the tv on. "Did you book Magui's tickets?"

"About that." You whisper, looking at your phone. "They only have tourist class on the day she wants to come."

"Well, then fix it." He shrugs. "Or it's on you to tell her that she can't come because you don't know how to do your job."

"I-" you wanted to reply, but you shut your mouth. Knowing that this was something he wanted.

"You what?" He smirks, looking at you.

"I'll do my best to find her a better seat." You say, wanting to punch him. "Do you need anything else? I need to pick your clothes from the dry clean."

He shakes his head, continuing with eating and watching tv. You turn back to the door, grabbing your bag and the ticket you left on the counter, next to your bag.

"Actually, Y/n." He calls before you close the door.

You quickly turned, getting your head inside so he could see you. "Yes?"

"Can you help me look for my green hoodie?"

You nod, walking back inside to look for his hoodie. You walk inside the room, noticing the mess.

"Fuck." You whisper, knowing that you need to schedule for the cleaning services to come when hes out. "The green one you say?" You ask from the room.

"And the baby blue one."

You frown, walking to the closet. You take one look at the closet and feel the anger inside. It was a disaster.

You just organized it per Lando's request to do so. You organize it just like he likes it, hoodies on one side, jackets in other, pants and joggers separated.

You sigh, not being able to complain to what he did to your organization. You grab the piles of hoodie, remembering to check with him if he wanted to get rid of anything.

You spend a good twenty minutes looking through the piles of clothes, you search the dirty laundry basket, nothing.

You then think that he did have a green one, but you can't point to the baby blue one. Maybe it was a new one he got recently, and you can't remember.

You take another fifteen minutes re checking the entire closet, searching the suitcases he has that sometimes have unpacked clothes.

When you turn to find him looking at you. "You scared me." You whisper, hand on your chest.

He smirks, walking closer to you. "Any luck?"

"Actually, can you tell me what that baby blue hoodie looks like? Does it have a logo?" You ask, looking around to see if you can spot it.

He doesn't let the smirk go. "Actually, I forgot that I was meaning for you to get me a hoodie like that. I don't have it yet."

You look back at the mess of clothes you spent more than half an hour looking at. You turn back at him, noticing he finds funny how frustrated you look at his actions.

You sigh and nod. "Any brand?" You ask, tired of his games.

He shakes his head no. "Surprise me." He smiles. "And you can take the three hoodies from Balenciaga. I don't like them anymore."

You pick them from the floor. "This one has the tags on." You say checking it. "Are you sure you don't want to keep one?"

He held his hands out for you to give it to him, and you handed him the hoodie. "Do you like it?" He asks, turning the hoodie to where you are.

You nod, grabbing the sleeves. "It's a good hoodie."

He hands it back to you. "Keep it if you want it." He smiles.

"Really?" You smile, grabbing the hoodie closer. "Thank you, Lando."

"Yeah, now can you pick my clothes? They have my shirt that I want to use tonight."

You nod, walking to where your things are. "Do you want anything else before I come back?" You ask before walking outside of the apartment.

You left the hoodie on the sofa, not having enough space to bring it to you because of Lando's things in the car.

He doesn't answer, so you pick your things and walk outside of his apartment. You think about the hoodie he just gave you. It was the F1 Balenciaga hoodie you liked. You know they gave it to Lando as a PR, but you were thankful for the little gift.

You know that this costs more than you could afford, so it was something you were happy with.

You feel your phone vibrate, Lando's name on the screen. He was asking you to get him half a dozen of those protein cookies you get him on the bakery on the other side of the city.

You pout, knowing that this day was going to be crazy with all the requests he's been having lately. If it was not him asking for breakfast, it was him asking for something that you could only get on the other side of the city.

And if it was not that, it was him making you go crazy with requests he knows are not going to have a successful end for you.

You can't complain, you have a job.

You pick his clothes, finding the green hoodie he wanted in the pile of clean clothes. You then moved to the other side of the city to get the cookies.

You try reaching him over text to see if he wanted a special flavor or the normal chocolate chip cookies.

You order a dozen, six of the flavors he likes the most and six of the normal ones. You have them packed on different containers for him not to have an excuse not to eat it.

You are back with the clothes and the cookies. Walking inside of the apartment, careful not to drop anything.

You grab your phone, answering to Mark about some scheduling that needed to be added. You confirm with him some other things.

You feel someone walking inside of the room, but you were busy writing something on your notebook to see who it was.

"Lando, I didn't know if the cookies you wanted were the normal ones, so I got a variety of them."

You hear a giggle, turning your head up and finding Magui. "Sorry if I scared you."

You blink a few times, surprised that she's even there. "Oh, hi." You whisper. You haven't even had time to look at the plane tickets, now knowing it was not necessary. "You are here! I was going to message you about the flight."

"I wanted to come and see him before the GP."

"That's amazing." You smile at her.

You can't lie, you feel awkward around her. You don't know if you can be totally cool with her or if it's going to be a gf of the boss kind of situation.

"Lando is taking a shower. He told me to tell you that if you wanted to go to Mark's, he's fine with you arranging the schedule."

You nod, giving her a small nod. "I'll get going then. Do you need anything before I leave?"

"Not at all, don't worry about us. We are fine."

You nod, walking to the sofa and grabbing the hoodie. You say a quiet goodbye to her and leave.

You close your car door, finally being able to rest for more than five minutes. You've been running around for him during the last few days.

You drive over Mark's house, grabbing some things that Lando needs to drop. You have to organize the agenda of Lando.

"Hey Mark, got you some coffee." You say, giving him a quick hug.

"Where's Lando?" He asks, accepting the coffee. "He needs to be here. What happened?"

"Maguie happened." You smile. "He was showering when I left his apartment, so he might show up."

You walk with him to his office, opening your agenda on the desk. You grab your highlighters and your pens.

"Okay, let's get to the good stuff." He jokes, making you laugh.

You planned the agenda around the events that he officially has with the Team and also the ones you know he has outside of the clock.

"When we land, we need to get him to fitting."

"He has lunch with Carlos." You say, marking the time as busy. "He confirmed this morning, and it's planned already by Carlos."

"Okay, now what about after." He asks, checking the times. "Anything during that time?"

"Not that I know, so fittings it is."

You two work on the perfect schedule that you know Lando is somehow going to fuck up. He always does and then blames you for not being able to accommodate him.

"Now, let's pray this kid follows the plan." Mark sigh.

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You feel someone pulling your hoodie cap, making you turn and take your airpod out.

Lando was standing behind your seat, smirking at your sleepy eyes. "Do you have any gum?" He asks, knowing he only does this to bother you.

You nod, grabbing your purse and searching for the gum. You always carry gum because his ears tend to get clogged on the air, so you always buy some gum before getting into the plane.

You hand him a pack of gum, he takes a seat next to you. You place your airpod back on, turning back again to the window to get back to your nap.

You feel him getting your airpod out of your ear, you turn to him and finding him placing it on his ear.

"Justin Bieber?" He asks, listening to the music you are playing on your phone. "Thought you were a one direction fan."

You nodded, eyes closing as you fight the urge to go back to sleep. Just when you thought that Lando was leaving you alone, he opens his mouth.

"I'm bored, talk to me."

"Talk to Mark." You whisper, craving the sleep.

"But he's sleeping." He pouts, poking your side. "Plus, you are my assistant, talk to me."

You take a deep breath, squinting your eyes as hard as you can. "Fine, what do you want to talk about?" You ask, seating normally.

"Actually." He smiles at you, handing you the airpod. "I think I'll go back to my seat." He says, getting up and walking to the back.

You blink a few times, the sleep is gone, the anger is in. You know he does this just to bother you.

You try to get back to sleep, but you can't. You spend the rest of the flight irritated at the laugh of Lando in the back.

When the plane finally landed in Spain, you were the last one to get out of the plane. You know that Lando was going to be eager to get to the hotel and then meet with Carlos.

"Can you walk slower?"

"Is that a request?" You say, walking very slow. "Is this slow enough?" You smile.

"Hurry, Carlos is waiting for me." He frowns, closing the window of the car.

You hand your bag to the chauffeur, thanking him and getting on the ban with Mark and Lando.

"Did you check if my parents were at the hotel already?"

"Yes, Magui and them are at the hotel." You say, opening the agenda. "You have to be on fittings after lunch." You say, reading the schedule. "And a meeting with the team at the hotel once we are back from fittings."

"Wait, no." He turns to you. "Who planned this?"

"Not you, obviously." Mark chuckles. "We did, and it's final."

Lando turns, mad at something he can't do anymore. You take your phone, checking social media as a way to distract yourself.

When you get to the hotel, you grab Lando's luggage and walk inside with it. Mark and him were talking as you placed the luggage on the hotel car.

"I'll go to the meeting room. Please, make sure he's on time for fittings." Mark says to you.

You follow Lando to the elevator, getting inside with him. "Do you want me to call you a car to go see Carlos?"

He doesn't answer, normal thing when he's mad at something or at you. You take that as a yes, searching for the car service you hired before.

"The car will be here in twenty minutes. You can fresh up or whatever before that." You inform, thanking the hotel guy as he leaves the luggage in the room. "You parents are with Magui. They are having lunch with Piastri's parents."

You stay there for a moment, waiting to see if he was going to ask you for something. He was scrolling on his phone, ignoring your presence.

"I'll go to my room. The car is picking you up in fifteen." You say, grabbing your bag. "If you need anything, text me."

You walk to your room, throwing your bag on the floor and walking straight to bed. You needed a good nap before continuing with the day.

Sadly for you, just like your nap on the plane, your sleep was interrupted by the door. You groan, turning to the side and ignoring it.

Thirty seconds later, you hear the knocks again. You open your eyes, angry, getting up to see who dares to interrupt your sleep.

"What?" You say, opening the door. You find Lando on the other side, smiling at you. "Oh, it's you."

"I texted you five times." He says, showing you the phone. "Let's go, the car is already here."

"What car?" You ask, confused because of the sleepiness.

"The car that's supposed to take us to Carlos. Now let's go." He says, walking away. "Y/n, move it."

"Do I have to go?" You whisper, letting a groan out.

You shake your head, running to the bed to grab your phone and handbag. You ran quickly to the elevator. He's holding the door for you.

" < text me if you need anything > " He mocks your voice. "Then you leave me ignored and abandoned."

"I never leave you abandoned." You say to him.

You notice how his hair is messy, you know he hates to have pictures with messy hair.

"Come here." You say, stretching your arm to him. You comb his hair with your fingers, eyes focused on his curls. "Done, that looks much better."

He looks at you, checking if his hair is better than before. He then shakes his head a little, going back to reality.

"Why did you schedule the fittings after lunch?" He asks, frowning. "That was stupid."

"It would've been easier if you were there." You say, frowning too. "You told Magui to tell me to deal with it."

"But fittings after eating?" He chuckles. "That's dumb, admit it."

"Yes, Lando, it was." You say, rolling your eyes.

"You see how easy is it when we agree?" He asks, poking your side. Something you hate when he does. "Who do you think is going to win?"

He asks this, expecting you to say his name. He always asks you as if you are a fortune teller and your words are going to be written on rock.

"Hopefully, Piastri." You say, getting out of the elevator as soon as the doors open.

Lando stays there, mouth forming a perfect "o" You try to hide your smirk, not wanting to get another reaction out of him.

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"Y/n, hi!"

"Hi, Lily." You smile, giving her a hug.

Lily is Oscar's girlfriend, you have a nice relationship since you see each other a lot during the GP, during practice, during press days.

"Busy day?" She asks, walking over Lando's space.

"Yeah, I've been running around these past few days." You giggle. "How are you?"

"Amazing, happy to be here. Love Canada!"

"Yes, I hope our boys win." You smile at her.

"Yes, that would be so amazing." She smiles, thinking about it. "Hey, tell me something. I know gossiping is bad, but what happened to Magui and Lando? I'm asking because Oscar told me about the fight in front of the team"

You think if it was the right thing to talk about what happened to them. On one side, Lando is your boss, and talking about him like that was bad. However, they did make it everybody's problem when they did it in front of everybody.

"Don't kiss and tell, but Magui slapped Lando during practice because Lando told her he liked someone else."

"So they are done?" She asks, whispering.

You nod, making sure the boys aren't coming. "She said goodbye to me before leaving, telling me that Lando was an asshole who lied to her." You whisper.

"Oh." Lily says.

You try to hide the smile you want to let out. You can't lie that Magui leaving gives you a sense of happiness.

You know that Lando would never think about you in that way, and you know you can't think about that because he is your boss.

However, thinking is free, and your mind sometimes betrays you, showing your deepest thoughts.

You two continued talking for a while, changing the topics. They guys were on a team meeting, so you were able to talk with her.

Both Lando and Oscar came back to their areas. Lily said goodbye to you, going to Oscar's. You watch Lando as he walks inside his area.

"Where's Mark?" He asks, you can tell he is mad. "I need to talk to him."

"He said he had a call to make, want me to go look for him?" You ask, he was trying to get out of a jacket.

You stand up, helping him with the jacket. You can tell he's mad about something, so you try to make it easier for him.

It's never a good thing for him to be angry before driving. You always try for him to relax and to mentally prepare.

"I picked your favorite snack." You say, pointing at the snacks and drinks. "And your parents called. They are ready to see you drive."

"Can you believe they couldn't come?" He asks, pouting. "I wanted them here."

"I know, but I'm sure they will be there for the next one. I'll start with their transportation as soon as tonight."

You help him with his suit, making sure it's neat. You grab his hand, taking the watch off of his wrist.

Lando can't lie when he says that he loves it when you take care of him. It makes him feel special, it makes him feel like you care about him.

"Are you nervous?" You ask, noticing that he is tense.

He scuffs, "No, what kind of stupid question is that?"

You would love to understand the shifts he has. Why does he suddenly go from a friendly boss to an asshole who's mean to you.

"Sorry." You whisper, placing his watch next to the snacks table. "I'll go get Mark."

You walk outside to look for Mark, he was probably lying talking to Oscar's manager. You find him talking to a group of people.

You don't want to interrupt, so you just wait for him to finish. You were in such a good mood, but as always, Lando does something or acts up in a way that makes you feel uneasy.

"Hey, kiddo." Mark says, smiling at you.

"Hey, Lando is looking for you." You smile at him.

He thanked you, walking inside the teams placed to meet with Lando. You waited outside, watching everything from the distance.

You can't lie that this job has been the best. You have to travel to places you never thought you would ever visit.

You travel in a private jet, eat at the best places, and sleep at the nicest hotels. You can say it's a dream job.

Sometimes you do wonder if you are good at what you are doing, with Lando calling you out for doing things he doesn't want to do.

It gets to you, making you feel like you fail, but Mark always makes sure to let you know that Lando is like that and that he's joking.

You check the time, the race was going to start in a little bit, so you walk back inside to see everything from his station.

"Ready?" Oscar asks you as you walk back.

You nod, giving him a high five. "Good luck." You say to him.

You see Lando walking to the entrance, he was trying to zip up his suit. You can tell he's nervous by the way his hands aren't coordinating.

You grab his shoulders, making him stop. You take his hands away, pulling the zipper up and patting his chest.

"Wish me luck." He whispers.

"You don't need it." You whisper back. Moving to the side so he could walk to the entrance.

He looks back at you before going out. You wait for him to do it to get to his station. Laying on the couch for a moment.

You spend the first half of the race inside. Hearing everybody being happy outside. You decide to join them.

You walk to where the team is, joining them. You stand next to Mark, who's smiling because Lando and Oscar are on the first five positions.

Mark got you a pair of head of headsets. You love watching the action going on, it makes your heart go faster.

You love how the team works fast to get them through pitz in no time, how they give him instructions, how they support each other.

"Last five, team!"

You notice that both Piastri and Lando were on the top five. You hope that they get to a double podium.

You feel your heart stop when Lando and Piastri collapsed together. Making Lando have a DNF, he wasn't able to finish the race.

"I'm okay, guys." He says out of breath over the radio. "I'm sorry, it was my fault."

Your heart breaks for him, the sound of his voice is making you feel like crying. You wait for him to get there to check from afar if he is okay.

Once he is out of the reach of the camera, you see how he kicks the wall. Closing his asignated area.

Mark walks over to where he is. They have a person from the medical team check him for any injury and ask him if he feels some type of way.

Oscar landed the fourth place, it was something for the team. You take the headsets, walking over to where Lando and Mark are.

You stand outside, not wanting to disturb him. You waited for a moment, deciding to walk away. You don't want to be seen like a bother.

You walk back to the front room, Lily was there. She asks how is Lando, you shrug and tell her that you were giving space.

Mark texted you, letting you know that Lando and him were leaving back to the hotel. To take care of whatever is left back and that he was going to send the car back to get you after they drop them off.

You text him that you will take care of that, walking back to collect everything that Lando left behind.

You wait inside, not feeling like answering how Lando was from the team. You don't even know how he is, so you don't feel like lying on top of everything.

When the car was there, you walked silently to the exit. Getting inside and texting Mark that you are on your way to the Hotel.

He asked you to give the things to Lando and force him to eat something. He needed to leave to see some sponsors, and he wanted you to take care of that for him.

When you get to the hotel, you thank the driver. You decide to leave Lando alone for a little bit more, maybe he is talking to his parents, maybe he is still mad or angry, maybe he wants to be alone.

You decide to walk to your room and take a shower. You were going to order your food at the same time as his, so you check if he actually eats.

You take your time, dry your hair, and apply your creams. You change into some leggings and an oversized t-shirt.

You take the things, grabbing the room key. You over to the other side of the floor. You were three rooms away from his room when you notice Charles Leclerc, who was staying on the same floor, walking over.

"Hey, I know you." He smiles, stopping when he notices you. "You work with McLaren."

You nod, not feeling like correcting your work to him. "You work for Ferrari." You joke.

He let out a big laugh, grabbing his belly. You frown for a moment, not finding your joke to be that funny.

"Did you enjoy the race?" He asks, making more conversation. "I mean, one of your drivers crashed and didnt finished, but apart from that."

"Yeah, I enjoyed your fifth and sixth place." You smile.

"Fuck, you are feisty." He jokes, smiling at you. "Like every McLaren girl."

"Well, nice to meet you, mister Leclerc." You say, wanting to get to Lando.

"Same thing here, miss..." He pauses, waiting for you to say your name.

"Y/n, that's my name."

"Well, miss Y/n. Nice to meet you." He smirks.

You walk away from him, not making much distance before hearing Charles talk to you again.

"If you ever get tired of working for McLaren." He says, making you turn to him. "Find me at the Ferrari spot, I'll get you a better spot on our team."

You smile, nodding. "Thanks, I'll have it in mind."

You wait for him to walk away to turn back to find Lando's room. You find him crossed armed, looking at your with a frown.

"Hey, how are you?" You say, walking over to him. "I have your watch, but are you okay?"

"What were you talking about with Leclerc?" He asks, not caring about the questions you asked him.

"Oh, he was just saying hi." You say, rolling your eyes a little.

"Really?" He scuffs. "I heard him offering you a job."

You frown, confused about why this is important. "I mean, yeah, but I'm sure it was him teasing."

You hand him his watch, looking at him and at his angry expression. You don't understand where that's coming from.

He turns back to his room, leaving the door open for you to get inside. You close the door, noticing the little disaster he made.

"How are you?" You ask again.

He doesn't answer, he is searching for something on his luggage. The frown on his face is making you worry.

"Lando, are you okay?"

"You care now?" He scuffs.

You frown. "What do you mean? I've always cared."

"Sure, fucking sure." He laughs. "That's why you didnt even come see me after the fucking crash."

"I gave you space, Lando." You explain, not wanting for him to feel like you don't care.

You care more than he thinks, you always cared for him. You feel hurt that he thinks you don't care how he is doing.

"I wanted to give you space." You repeat.

"I waited for you, I needed you there." He says, elevating his tone of voice. "I didn't leave earlier because I was waiting for you to come see me."

"You called me dumb moments before the race. Do you really think I was going to go see you when your feelings were raised?"

"I was joking."

"Were you?" You ask, scuffing. "You always do that, Lando. If it's not because I messed up the order of your food, if it's because I pack the wrong shirt, if it's because I don't have your water cold enough."

He covered his face, yelling into his hands. You shake your head at him, not believing that he was mad at something he created.

"That's why you were talking with Charles?" He asks, thinking about it.

"What?"

"He was talking about you going to Ferrari to work with him." He says, walking closer to you. "Are you leaving me?"

"Lando, no." You say, grabbing his arm. "I don't want to work for Charles or Ferrari. I'm with you."

"Are you?"

You swear you could hear your heart breaking. You worked very hard for him, you have given more than you should just for him to notice your effort.

You don't feel like proving a point that it was obvious he didn't understand. You let go of him, backing a few steps away from him.

"If you are not happy with my job or with how I do something for you. Take this as my two week notice."

You turn to the door, feeling his hand grabbing your arm. "What do you mean your two week notice?"

"Let go of me." You say, looking at him. "Lando, let go."

He let go of your arm, giving you a chance to open the door. You want to get away from him, feeling too hurt with his words.

"I'll go with you to Austria, but after that I'll go back to London, alone." You say to him.

You walk back to your room, you slam the door shut. You try not to cry, taking deep breaths. You walk over to your bed, thinking about what just happened.

"Y/n, open the door." You hear Lando's voice. "We need to talk."

You stay quiet, wanting him to leave. He doesn't give up, keeping the knocking on the door.

"I'm not leaving, open the door."

You bring your knees to your chest, hugging them as you see the door. You hold the urge to open the door and throw something at him.

After a few minutes, Lando stopped with the knockin. You throw yourself in bed, closing your eyes.

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"Miss Y/n, are you ready to see the race?"

You turn to the voice, finding Charles. You smile at him, noticing the dog on his arms.

"Who is this little guy?" You ask, getting closer. "Hi, baby."

"He is Leo, my and my girlfriend's dog." He smiles, giving the dog a kiss on the head. "He's a nice boy, just like his daddy."

You nod, understanding the undertone. "I bet he is." You say, stopping with petting the dog. "And to answer your question, I am ready for the race."

"Nice, nice." He nods, looking at you up and down. "Did you think about my offer?" He asks, eyebrows moving up and down.

You sigh. "I did, but I'm loyal to McLaren. They have been my team since two years ago, and I can't picture myself in another team."

He nods, smirking. "You know where to find me if you change your mind, eh." He says, pointing at your while walking away. "Best of luck to your guys, but I'm beating them."

You wave at him, giggling at how funny that statement sounds. He has this aura of confidence that now you understand why makes other drivers feel intimidated.

You turn, finding Lando looking at you. Oscar was talking to him about something. Obviously, he did not care about what Piastri was saying, eyes fixed on you.

You walk back to Lando's space. You grab your phone, checking on Mark to see if he needed something.

He was with some sponsors, taking them to the palcos that McLaren had available for sponsors and other important people they invite there.

"Y/n," Lando calls, walking to where you are. "We need to talk."

You don't meet his eyes, the sound of your keyboard is filling the room.

"Tell me, do you need something before the race?" You ask him.

"I want us to fix things." He says, grabbing your arms. "What were you talking with Charles about?"

You were about to answer, but you noticed his parents walking towards you. The smile on their faces is enough for you to feel happy.

"Oh, hi." You say to them, moving out of Lando's hold. "So happy to see that you are here."

His mom hugs you, saying hi to you. His father does the same, thanking you for making possible for them to come.

"I got your favorite snacks, Mister Norris." You point at the table. You have different snacks that you know his father and mother love. "And your favorite drink, Miss Norris."

"Isn't she an angel, Lando?" His dad asks his son.

"I'll give you some space." You say, walking out of the room and closing the door.

You walk to where the rest of the team is preparing. Saying hi to some of the pitz guys, they make conversation with you.

You feel sad that you are going to say goodbye to all of this. It's been the best times of your life, being friends to the team, finding a small family in all of them.

You feel disassociated, not finding real how quick the time flies. You notice that Lando's parents are next to you because his mom places her hand on your shoulder.

"Lando is calling for you."

You nod, thanking her and walking to his space. You say hi to Oscar on the way, he was texting and ready to go.

"You needed me?" You ask, opening the door.

"Help me with my suit." He says, looking at himself in the mirror. You nod, walking inside of the room. "Close the door."

You do, getting closer to him as you fix the sleeves and fix the necklace he has on. He cant keep his eyes away from you.

You feel his hands on your waist, you try to act normal. You grab his wrists, trying to pull his hands away from you.

"Lando, stop this." You say, looking at him. "Let's not do this, you have to go. The race is about to start."

"Promise me you are not leaving right after the race." He says, hands gripping your skin, not to hurt you but to keep you steady. "Please."

"You have to go." You repeat. "Let's go, Oscar is waiting."

"Oscar can fuck off, I need you to promise me that you are not leaving me."

"Lando, let go of me."

"Please." He begs, eyes like a puppy.

You sigh, knowing that there was no way for you to make him leave without him pulling a fight. "I promise."

He looks into your eyes, nodding and letting you go. He zips his suit, looking at you for the last time, walking outside of the room.

"Y/n." Lily calls. "You coming?" She asks, smiling at you.

You nod, walking with her to where both Oscar's and Lando's parents are. They all have a pair of headsets. Lando's mother offered you a pair, you take it with a smile.

The race started, you aren't going to lie, you are too distracted to care about the first half of the race. Your mind is somewhere else, replaying memories of the different races you have been to.

"I'll be right back." You say to Lando's parents.

You think very hard about breaking the promise. You think very hard about leaving and going back to the hotel.

But you can't seem to do it, you can't send the text to Lando. The text you have written and deleted multiple times, trying to make it perfect.

Your plan was for you to leave before the race ended. That way, you have time to pick your stuff and go to the airport.

Mark was very sad about the news, he thought it was because you feel like the F1 rhythm wasn't for you anymore.

You hear the commotion outside, making you frown. You block your phone, walking outside to see what was going on.

You then noticed the screen, Lando was first, and Oscar was second, Charles was running behind them.

You place the headsets back on. You can't lie that all the ideas of leaving are now out of your head. You are excited for the last 10.

You grab Lily's hand, eyes glued to the screen. Lily was shaking with exciment, moving to get some anxiety out of her system.

You can't help but jump as Lando scores the first place on the Podium, and just two seconds later, Piastri is scoring second place.

You don't care who comes after them, you turn and hug his mom. Happy about him, he needed this win after what happened in Canada.

You see how the team runs to where they are. Happy about the first and second place in twenty five years.

You stayed behind them all, watching as Lando, Oscar, and Charles threw champagne at each other.

You chuckle at Lando throwing more champagne than normal to Charles. You can hear his laughter even when you are not near him.

You grab your phone, deleting the big text you had prepared for him. You write a simple thank you. Sending it him before grabbing your bag and walking to the parking lot.

You call an Uber, cursing at the fact that it was going to take a while because of the big traffic outside of the circuit.

Your phone on your pockey feels like it's burning. You want to look at your messages to see if he read the text or if maybe he's too busy celebrating this big moment.

Your thoughts were answered when you hear your name being called. You turn to find Lando running to you.

"What are you doing?" You ask. He was drenched in champagne and out of breath. "Lando, you need to be celebrating with your family. Go back."

"You promised."

You stay quiet, not knowing how to answer. You just look away. "I stayed, but I need to leave now."

"Why?"

"Because I'm tired, Lando. It hurts to see you not trusting me even after all this time. I would've never chosen Charles over you, you know that."

"I was stupid, a fucking child act. I admit that, but when I saw you with him in the corridor and then today. My blood boiled."

"Why do you care that much?" You ask, turning your whole body to him. "Does Charles really bothers you that much?"

"He doesn't bother me." He scuffs.

"Then tell me, what was the reason for your reaction?"

"I was jealous."

You pause for a moment, processing what he just spat at you.

"Jealous of what?"

"Of him being so close to you, offering you to leave with him. I was jealous when I saw you laughing with him at the hotel, when I saw you today with him and his dog."

"You were jealous of Charles trying to steal your personal assistant?"

"No, fuck sake." He says, passing a hand to his hair. "I was jealous of losing you, and by that, I don't mean you as my assistant. I mean you as a person, you as my safe place, you as my confident, you as my biggest support when nobody's there."

He wants to yell at your confused face. You don't quite understand what he is trying to say, or better say, you are still not believing what he is trying to say.

"I like you." He confesses, finally using the right words. "I've been trying to hide this feeling for so long, I thought me being with other girls was going to help. It didn't, I can't forget about you."

You look into his eyes, the same eyes you are so familiarize with. The same eyes you can describe without looking at them.

"Y/n?" He asks, afraid of fucking things up. "Please say something."

You don't say anything, you grab his face into your hands. You join your lips together, pressing his drenched body to yours.

His hands go to your back, holding you closer as he deepens the kiss. You don't care about the air running short, you dont care about the feeling of your clothes getting wet.

You care about him, how his lips sink with yours, and how your tongues are dancing in a perfect way. Sadly, the air was making things end.

You press your forehead to his, breathing heavily. Your eyes are still closed, not wanting to open them.

His hands move, grabbing your head and separating it from him. He gives your forehead a kiss.

"Does that mean you feel the same?" He asks, kissing your temple. "Mmm?"

You giggle, nodding. You separate enough to peck his lips. "I do."

You two are interrupted by the sound of your phone. You grab it, reading the notification of the Uber app.

"My Uber canceled." You say to him, blocking the phone and putting it away.

"Good," he says, pecking your lips again. "I wasn't planning on letting you go."

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[prettymfwrites]

More Paige pranks please😭!

Mommy's Friend (Prank)

Paige x wife!Reader

[Camera Recording — Reader’s POV]

The video starts with you crouched behind the kitchen island, camera propped up and angled toward the front door. You're whispering excitedly into the mic, grinning like a little kid who just stole from the cookie jar.

"Okay y’all," I whisper into the camera, trying to keep my voice low so our daughter doesn’t give it away too early. "So, Paige is on her way home from a media shoot right now, and today we're pulling the ultimate prank. I got Parker in on it too—"

Cut to Parker, our 5-year-old, sitting on the barstool with her little pink Crocs swinging off her feet. Her curly ponytail bounces as she giggles and holds up two tiny thumbs.

“She’s gonna tell Paige that she missed ‘mommy’s friend’ who was here earlier today,” I grin devilishly. “And that we were cuddling like how mommy and mama cuddle.”

Parker giggles again and nods eagerly like she’s been practicing a line for Broadway.

"Y’all, Paige is gonna LOSE it—she’s so protective, especially with Parker. I’m gonna act super calm, like I have no idea what she’s talking about. Just wait. She’s supposed to be home any minute, so let’s gooo.”

Cue the soft click of the door unlocking.

---

The front door swings open and in walks Paige, fresh from a shoot. She’s got her UConn hoodie half-zipped, camera bag over one shoulder, and that familiar ‘I’m-tired-but-will-smile-for-you’ look on her face.

“Hellooo?” she calls out, toeing off her sneakers. “Where’s my girls at?”

I glance toward Parker and mouth, ‘go!’

Parker dashes toward Paige and throws her arms around her legs. “Mama!”

Paige scoops her up like clockwork. “Heyyy baby girl! You miss me?”

Parker nods, curls bouncing. “Yeah! You missed mommy’s friend though! She was here and they were cuddling on the couch like you and mommy do!”

Cue silence.

Paige stiffens just enough that I notice. Her head turns toward me, eyes narrowing slightly as she tries to piece it together.

“What friend?” she asks with a soft laugh, still balancing Parker on her hip. “Who came over?”

Parker beams. “I dunno her name! But she was pretty. They were real close! Like this—” Parker presses her cheek to Paige’s shoulder dramatically.

Paige gently sets her down. “Why don’t you go play in your room for a little bit, baby? Mommy will come in to tuck you in later.”

Parker skips off. “Okay! Love you!”

Paige turns slowly to me, eyebrows already scrunched together in concern.

“…What friend was Parker talking about?”

I play dumb, continuing to pour juice into a glass.

“Huh?”

She crosses the kitchen. “Don’t ‘huh’ me. Parker just said you had some friend over, and y’all were cuddling like we do? What is she talking about?”

I sip the juice.

“I think she was just being silly. Probably a cartoon or something,” I shrug, placing the cup in the sink.

“Babe,” Paige’s tone is more serious now. “That didn’t sound like pretend. Did someone come over today?”

I casually pick up my phone and scroll like she didn’t just ask me a very direct question.

Paige’s nostrils flare. “Are you ignoring me right now?”

“Hm?” I don’t even glance up.

Now she’s standing right in front of me, hands planted firmly on the counter.

“You know how I feel about having someone around Parker without telling me first. So, did someone come over?”

“Nope,” I say, still scrolling. “Nothing happened.”

Paige’s eyes narrow. She pulls her bottom lip into her teeth, breathing slowly. That’s how I know she’s trying not to snap. She's not yelling—but she’s definitely mad.

“So Parker just made all that up?” she asks tightly.

“Looks like it.”

Ok she's officially scary looking.

“She said y’all were cuddling,” Paige presses. “That’s not a detail you imagine unless you see something.”

I finally glance up with fake innocence. “Maybe she saw it in a movie?”

Her jaw clenches, and I know I’m on thin ice.

“Don’t play with me right now,” she says low. “I just got home and the first thing I hear is that my wife was snuggled up on the couch with a ‘pretty friend’ while I was gone. I’m trying really hard not to make this a thing because Parker’s still awake. But you’re gonna have to explain it...right now.”

Just as I’m about to “forget” how to respond, Parker runs out from the hallway clutching her toy bunny.

“Mama, can I have some juice too?”

Paige steps back and nods, but her eyes never leave mine.

“Yeah, baby. Sit at the island, I’ll pour you some.”

---

I hand Parker her juice and take a seat across the counter. Paige leans back against the fridge, arms crossed, her expression unreadable but tight.

“You’re seriously not gonna tell me what’s going on?” she says under her breath.

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh.

Parker sips her juice loudly. “Mommy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

She lowers her cup. “You should tell mama. It’s not nice to make her all tight-face.”

Paige lets out a soft chuckle but doesn't look away from me.

“Oh, I’m tight-faced?” she repeats, raising a brow.

Parker nods. “Like when I spilled syrup on your laptop.”

That earns a tiny laugh out of me.

Paige finally huffs and leans across the island. “Look. I love you. But I don’t like feeling like I’m being lied to in front of our daughter.”

I finally crack.

“…Okay, okay, wait. Let me show you something.”

I reach up to the cabinet and pull out the camera, spinning it toward her.

“Smile, you just got caught lacking again!”

Paige blinks.

Then stares at the red blinking “REC” light.

Then at Parker.

Then at me.

“…Are you kidding me right now?” Her voice breaks with disbelief, followed by a slow, stunned laugh.

I grin.

“You should’ve seen your face. You were about to interrogate me like I was on the witness stand.”

Paige sighs with relief, dragging a hand over her face as she exhales.

“I swear I was one second away from calling your mom like, ‘You better come get her.’”

Parker claps her hands. “We got youuu, Mama!”

Paige walks over and scoops Parker up, kissing her cheek with a laugh. “You little actress. I was about to go full hulk mode.”

“I practiced my lines!” Parker beams proudly.

Paige turns to me with a smirk, still holding Parker on her hip.

“You had her rehearsing? Wow. Betrayed by both my girls in the same day.”

I lean into the counter with a grin. “Don’t act like you’re not lowkey impressed.”

“Oh, I’m plotting revenge as we speak.”

We laugh. The tension’s gone now—replaced with that buzz Paige and I always get when we prank each other. Except this time, I can tell something else lingers in her eyes. A little heat. A little challenge.

She lowers Parker down gently. “Alright munchkin, it’s bedtime for real now. Go brush and I’ll read you two stories, okay?”

“Okay!” Parker skips off again.

As soon as she's out of sight, Paige slowly rounds the counter and cages me in between her arms.

“You,” she murmurs, voice a little deeper now. “Are so lucky that was a prank. Because the way I was ready to question your every move this week?”

I swallow, her closeness already doing things to me.

“Forgive me?”

Her lips hover just above mine.

“I dunno…” she teases, brushing her nose against mine. “Might need a little…convincing.”

“Like what?”

Her hand traces my waist slowly, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Wait ‘til Parker’s asleep and find out.”

I grin at the camera.

“Well, y’all, this has been another successful prank—Paige’s blood pressure might’ve gone up, but the views are gonna be worth it.”

Paige tilts her head. “You better hope the comments still got your back when I get my get back.”

“They always do,” I wink.

We blow a kiss to the camera together. Paige smirks at me one last time before flicking off the recording.

---

The red light fades. Paige’s hands don’t.

She leans in closer, eyes gleaming. “You really had Parker lying for you?”

“She’s got a future in acting, what can I say?”

“You’re gonna pay for that one, mama.”

“Looking forward to it.”

I need more good recommendations 🙏🏾

[kenntoria]

it’s nanami’s birthday, and he tries very hard to ignore it.

he wakes up at 7:30am like he always does, brushes his teeth in methodical circles, slicks his hair back with quiet precision. the mirror reflects a man who’s turning thirty-five and looks like he hasn’t aged since turning thirty, which sounds nice, until you remember the way stress preserves you like an ancient fossil.

you peek your head around the bathroom door. “happy birthday,” you sing, sleepy-eyed and grinning.

he softens immediately. “thank you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, and lets you wrap your arms around his middle even though he’s mid-toothpaste rinse.

he tries to keep the day simple. he plans to go to work, quietly do his paperwork, review cursed object reports, and come home. no fuss. no cake. no streamers. maybe a bath. maybe you curled against his side on the couch. that would be enough.

but you have other plans.

he notices something is off when you kiss him goodbye with a suspiciously innocent little smile and say, “don’t forget to check your desk drawer when you get in.”

he’s suspicious. rightly so.

the moment he sits down in his chair, the drawer reveals its contents with dramatic flair: a small, handwritten note (in glittery gel pen, no less) that says “happy birthday, my grumpy old man 💕”, and beneath it—a handful of his favorite imported chocolates, a tiny plushie of a panda in a tie, and a very official certificate that says “world’s sexiest jujutsu sorcerer (redeemable for 1 kiss upon presentation)”.

nanami stares at it all. sighs. takes a picture. sends it to you with a simple text:

“i’m being harassed.”

you reply with:

“romanced. 🥰”

the day continues in similarly ridiculous fashion. gojo sings happy birthday, makes sure it’s off-key so nanami’s ears bleed. yuuji hugs him so hard his spine cracks. shoko gifts him a bottle of wine with a smirk. there’s confetti in his desk drawer. someone leaves a single candle taped to a can of premium coffee with a note: “don’t say we never spoil you.”

he is mildly annoyed. secretly delighted.

but the best part comes when he gets home.

the lights are off when he steps through the door.

“hello?” he calls, setting his briefcase down. “why is it dark?”

you leap out from the kitchen in a ridiculous party hat with a kazoo. “surprise!” you yell, even though he clearly heard you snickering before you jumped.

on the table: a lopsided cake you made yourself (dark chocolate ganache cake, his favorite), dinner still warm, and a bottle of wine. there are exactly two party hats. one is forcibly placed on his head.

“i told you,” he says, trying not to smile, “i didn’t want anything big.”

“this isn’t big,” you say, eyes sparkling. “this is just right.”

you feed him cake. badly. there’s frosting on his nose. he doesn’t complain. you dance with him in the kitchen, barefoot and swaying to a song playing on your phone, and when he kisses you—it’s slow, tender, full of all the quiet things he never says out loud.

when the night winds down, he opens your final gift: a small photo album you made, titled “reasons to live another 35 years”, filled with pictures of you, of the two of you, scribbled captions like “reason #12: you haven’t tried cheese fondue in switzerland yet” and “reason #28: we still haven’t raised a dog together.”

his hands tremble a little as he turns the pages. you watch him, heart tight and soft.

“you’re ridiculous,” he says quietly, but he kisses you like he’s afraid he’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

“happy birthday,” you whisper against his lips. “you’re stuck with me.”

he smiles then. thinks, it’s exactly what he wanted.

and for the first time in a long while, kento is not just grateful to be alive—

he’s very happy about it.

[binmeister]

Some headcanons for Bodyguard!Reader

Huntr/x / Saja Boys x Bodyguard!Reader

A doodle from your author parent - i can't draw men well but for YOU!!! I attempted it.

I’ve decided that Bodyguard!Reader is now my son, I have adopted you and I want to shower you with love. Let me spoil you.

have some headcanons - maybe more in future maybe not

CW: not proofread, mostly fluff, potentially considered crackfic but mainly fluff and me rambling

What’re you like?

As said in a previous post Bodyguard!Reader is hardworking, upbringing thanks to your mother made you a stickler for rules but something that differs between your mother and you is that you’re willing to change your mindset - new information that contradicts something you’re so sure of? You’ll look into it and change how you think because you’d like to think you’re a fairly flexible person

You mentally take note of things for people, whether its their interests or likes and dislikes, if you can’t remember it off the top of your head you’ve written it down in a little notebook you keep at home or you have a notes app on your phone that keeps track of little tidbits of information of the people you work with because you wanna make sure that you can treat them to something they like - it’s a small little love language

What’re your fans like?

Have you guys ever seen the way people praise IU’s bodyguard? It’s like that - your fans gush over you frequently, wishing that they could get the princess treatment that you give the girls and that they wished more guys existed like you

You definitely have a few that are.. creepy.. a little overly invasive but you’ve never personally interacted with them - they’re usually lurking in live streams and asking cryptic questions that the girls will shut down and berate them about being polite and respectful of your privacy

You’ve unfortunately got a lot of aunties that looooove you a little too much but you’ve lucked out that they’ve never pestered you at events to meet their daughters or nieces because it’s evident to them as well that you’re clearly off the market - kinda crazy to offer up their niece when you literally work with idols right?

The fans that are on the spicier side of things are surprisingly respectful, being mindful to make it hard for you to easily find any thirst posts they might make of you and even have a nickname / pseudonym that makes it easy for fans to find but not for you to find - the girls found it easily though

How do the girls mess with you?

It was basically part of their unofficial contract with you: they had to mess with you and they sure as hell loved to do it

Out of all the girls I think Zoey is the most likely to kiss you - not on the lips, usually on the cheek or forehead and there’s even been an instance where she took a photo of it where you were caught off guard and she planted a big ol smooch on your temple during one of her infamous ‘koala Zoey!’ moments

That photo was trending for a while - she had an arm wrapped loosely round your neck, hand clutching onto the collar of your shirt, her legs wrapped tight around your waist and one of your hands had instinctively grabbed onto one of her thighs to hold her weight as her other hand was outstretched with her phone to take the photo while your other hand had grabbed hers on your collar

Mira is the one that posts thirst pics of you without you knowing, when you step out from a fresh shower and your shirt is in your hand because you were too lazy to put it on in the bathroom and you’re ruffling your hair down - towel obscuring your face - oh yeah. that’s getting posted.

I think Rumi is the one to post the least flattering pics of you - though scarcely on her public profile but there’s definitely a picture of where you’re covered in marker doodles and stickers, food coma on your birthday dinner because the girls’ had been so adamant that they’re gonna treat you to some CRAZY good food, where they’re posed over top of you - peace signs and all smiles as you’re completely knocked out on the couch with an arm covering your face

Dynamics with the girls?

As mentioned before - Zoey is probably the most physically affectionate with you; she’s just got so much love to give and likes to hug the people she cares about

Frequently likes to hug you from behind because she loves how safe it feels, the comfort from your sturdy back and it was definitely not because she gets to nuzzle her face into your back muscles without being swatted away - in reality it helps ground her when she’s anxious and a little too frazzled about if she was doing too much because you simply let her, voice low and soft to ask if she’s okay and she’d just nod into your back and you’d stand there for a while to let her recharge as she needed

Mira is the roughest out of the girls in terms of personality, so often you’ll argue but never enough that it gets heated and personal but there has been a time or two where it did get personal. The family insults came out and the tension in the apartment was palpable because you could be just as stubborn as she could. But then you had time to cool off after the argument, gone to the store to clear your head and came back with her favourite ramyeon and some snacks for the other girls too as you quietly cooked up some food to hand it to Mira as your little peace offering. 

You didn’t verbally apologise to each other - actions meaning more than words sometimes because you knew she struggled to express herself without sarcasm and you knew she wouldn’t hear you out if you tried to reason with her because sometimes your tendency to be passive or people please meant you were dishonest

There are times where she just wants to be in your space so occasionally there are nights where you hear your door click open and she’s just there, you nod to let her know she’s fine to come in and she’ll come in and crash on the foot of your bed or at your desk chair and just exist in your space - you two aren’t too physically affectionate with each other but this works best for you guys

When it comes to Rumi it’s a mixed bag. She’s affectionate with you and you tease her like the older brother you are, and then when you’re affectionate to her she’s complaining that you’re so gross and that eeewww why’re you so smelly?

You’re close though, there’d been many the time where you would argue back to your mother Celine in defence of Rumi - not the smartest thing you’ve ever done but it helped reassure her that you were in her corner, which means more than you’d really understand 

How do the guys mess with you?

Baby takes sweet twisted joy at making you his personal steed whenever you’re working an event for them, hovers around you and tends to lean on you when he’s not able to get a free piggy back ride - there’s been a few instances where he tries to cause trouble and you pick him up by the collar of his top and physically stop him before he can do anything stupid

Abby surprisingly doesn’t mess with you that much, not intentionally at least because he just kinda enjoys hanging out with you - the only one out of the guys willing to work out with him is maybe Jinu on a good day and those windows are rare - when he does mess with you it’s mostly because he’s trying to do too much fan service which makes your job stressful when you need to make sure no one acts up and does something that could harm themselves OR the idols you’re supposed to protect

Romance is such an attention seeker when you’re around, because its a double win - he gets your attention AND he gets to make the hunter girls mad! There’s no way he’d miss such a pristine opportunity

He really likes to play up whatever imaginary injury he’s got to get Mira in trouble (cry wolf kinda kid) and at first you’d be a little sceptical and then you catch on that he’s lying but sometimes you indulge him. Hold his hand where he’s saying he got a booboo and when you feel a little cheeky? You peck the tip of his finger and say ‘there there, all better sweetie.’ in a mockingly sweet tone but it just makes him want more attention in the end

Dynamics with some of the guys?

Abby likes to wrestle with you - lives for it because FINALLY someone who doesn’t make him feel like he’s a schoolyard bully, yeah he can playfight with the other guys but it feels like he’s some jock picking on a random band geek... he feels bad about it sometimes

He’s the one that gets your number first out of the guys, but doesn’t tell anyone else that he has it, he managed to convince you to go to the gym with him and you’d both kinda just agreed to going together at least once a week - you’d become one anothers’ spotter and hype man for when you wanted to set a new PR

Jinu likes to joke around with you a lot, like a lot or just likes to strike up conversation with you. Whenever you’re at an event and he spots you he jogs over to have a chat, about what? No clue but you guys just talk about life - not even related to demons or hunters anymore just daily life and what you’re up to or what he’s up to when you’re done for the day

He judges the guys a lot when they’re being their chaotic selves and you both take turns reeling the chaotic kids together so they can behave and NOT break that piece of furniture because it’s going to come out of your paycheck and not theirs which isn’t cool

He’s the second to get your number because you both realised it’d make more sense if he could contact you directly for any schedules rather than go through Bobby and then to you, he’s respectful of not making things too personal and does mostly message you in regards to work but occasionally you’ll get a message from him asking if you just wanna hang out for a bit and go for a walk - works out pretty nicely

Baby is.. you don’t really know still. He likes to be held or carried, probably just doesn’t like having to stand if he is given the choice and it seems he really enjoys this odd power dynamic because of it. You don’t necessarily say no when he asks for a piggy back ride and he seems aware enough to not ask when you’re clearly busy or if it’s an inappropriate time - aside from the first time he jumped on without permission and no proper warning

It still happens now where he doesn’t talk to you and just goes through the motions of jumping up onto your back but usually he at least greets you first before doing so, he listens to you when you tell him off about his posture then when you turn your back he slowly starts to slouch again out of habit but it’s progress at least

Thank you guys for giving me motivation to write more for Bodyguard!Reader - it's been really fun

[willwasnotfound]

Other kind of demon

DAAAAAMN, I just invented this today and it's waaay crazy that it has so many likes :'v (at least for me) Thank you everyone for reading this, I promise I'll do my best to give you all whatever you want, again, sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language! Prologue, Chapter 2

The souls you left behind

Calling Y/N the new member of huntrix was both wrong and correct at the same time, she still sang by herself, but started to release a lot of songs with the girls, and that was enough for the fame of both to increase.

She not only was a great singer, she was great at composing and writing, she made up song for both, Huntrix and her, loving the recognition it got her.

Pop/Stars was just the begining, she wrote more and more, ironically, More was the next song she wrote, inviting a chinese singer that was also rising up on the industry, making it one of the biggest hit on the charts.

Tonight Huntix had an important show, it would be the last before taking an important break that they needed reaaally bad.

“Everyone look alive.” Bobby, the manager of the group, said to the concert staff backstage making sure everything is perfect for the performance of the group. 

“All right. Looking good over there. Okay. Ready? Ready. But where are the girls?” Bobby, double checked everything around the arena and looked on his phone to see any updates from the girls. 

“What? What? Where are they going?” Only to see on his phone that the plane of Huntrix was going out of track on its destination. "Y/N! Did the girls told you something??" Bobby kept freaking out, searching the mentioned girl.

"I think they just might have problems." Y/N called the girls, and they answered quickly.

"Hi Y/N!" The tree girls greeted her with a smile, then Bobby as he appeared on the screen too. "Hi Bobby!"

"Yeah, hi! Uhm, what are you doing?" Y/N passed her phone to Bobby, just leaving to backstage and prepare some stuff, she already knew what might happen. "We're about to eat our preshow ramyeon." Rumi turned the phone to show the food they had on their jet.

"Pre-show? What about the show-show?" Suddenly, the phone was stealed from him from some fans, and he foughted to have it back.

Then Y/N appeared again, helping Bobby to have the phone back and also talking with the girls. "Hey, need some help opening?" She quickly appeared on the screen, to which the girls nodded.

"Yeah, I think we've got a plague." Mira turned to face the flight attendants clearly annoyed.

"We owe you one!" Zoey smiled brightly to then end the call.

"So?" Bobby stood aside from her, trying to calm down, if Y/N was calm it was probably a good thing.

"I'm going to open the show, don't overthink, 'kay Bobby?" Y/N went straight to the stage. "Please, put on the track." She talked to a staff behind Bobby, he only nodded, and encouraged Y/N.

The fans were screaming in excitement, they had expected her to be there, yes, but not that soon, and as the final note rang out she signaled to the sky, noticing the figures of the main evente and calling for the public to also look at them.

"Look up at the sky, I present to you, Huntrix!" With that, a cloud of smoke raised in the area, from which a demon emerged falling between spectators, along with the girls on stage, interpreting "How it's done." Zoey quickly killed the demon, making it go 'puff' and explode into confetti, pleasing the fans.

As Rumi reached the highest note, they could see golden in the Honmoon, smiling excited as their goal seemed so close. The rest of the concert went normally, the first songs were the ones that shared with Y/N, after that, she leaved the stage to take a break.

She was tired, she got rid of Gwi-Ma, yes, but somehow she kept hearing voices, not from her mind, it was like the demons that the Huntrix girls slained runed to her, to find another demon on the realm to rest.

Y/N was not a normal demon, that's for sure. She actually devoured souls, but probably not like Gwi-Ma did, or at least she wasn't really sure about that, perhaps he did hear the agony and enjoyed it.

So yeah, that's exactly what happened to Y/N, somehow she fed herself by demons, unlike whatever she thought and told the hunters- It was like they knew what she was, and didn't wanted to let her go, remembering all she was before even becoming a demon, she didn't want that, she tought she would forget, and yet, the more she leaved all behind, the more it seemed to chase her.

The concert finished, and she reunited with the girls after they left their staff behind.

"Hey Y/N!" Zoey went to hug her tightly, being followed by smiles of the other two.

"Thanks for saving our ass, the concert could go wrong without you." Mira patted his back. "No problem, I'm glad to help you." Y/N pulled apart from the hug, the girls started to walk away to the car that would leave them on their penthouse.

"Do you want to come over with us? We'll be having an important meeting with our couch." Zoey jumped happily next to the girls.

"I wouldn't like to bother you, thanks." Y/N brushed off and keep walking behind them. "Also, I have some stuff to do, I need to write some things and then just sleep."

"But I thought you didn't need to sleep?" Zoey tilted her head slightly, being followed by Mira.

"When I hadn't take a break for days I do need to rest." Y/N sighed and waved at them as she saw how they got into the car. "But have a nice rest on your couch." She chuckled.

"Okayy, be safe!!" Zoey said already on the car, after a bit losing track of their friend.

"I'm a demon, I think I can take care of myself." Y/N turned into a shadow, starting to roam through the city.

She did'nt lie to the girls, she was in fact tired, but everyday she did a patrol just to be sure that demons weren't around.

This world was now hers to protect, and it was just because she accepted to be with the hunters, if not, god knows what would have happened.

And suddenly, she felt a presence. No, not one, five. They were demons for sure, she could sense them, and even as a shadow, she knew they could see her too, they were just like her, humans with deals to seal.

"I know you're watching me." Y/N stopped and showed her human form, her eyes shined with that golden light as she searched for the ones behind that presence. "Show yourself." And as she barely turned around she found them, five male demons standing in there, their patterns shining just like their eyes, she was basically surounded, all because she let her guard down.

Shit.

Ngl, I improv half of this cuz I started to disociate through it, I'm so sorry if there are errors, I really tried my best to make it have sense :'v

Umm, I don't know, let me know if you liked it or not! I''l try to get my writting habilities better, I'm not perfect at english grammar T-T

Taglist: @just-set-things-on-fire, @gremlinartstudio, @latisthegenderfluidwannabealone, @katzline

[sillygoose067]

hii there! not sure if you’re accepting requests at the moment but if you are could you write something with lewis and this viral tiktok trend of the current boyfriend? i’ve read your couch cuddles fic and it was so perfect and i think you could write something really cute with this idea 🥰

Hello lovely reader, thanks for this request! My requests are definitely open and I'm accepting, but I'm a little slow with responses, sorry 😓

I'm really glad you liked Couch Cuddles and saw some potential in my writing for this particular request. I hope it met your standards!

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Mangoes and Mistakes

Lewis Pullman x Reader

You’re sitting on the couch, your legs crossed, hoodie sleeves pulled halfway over your hands, and Lewis tucked beside you — hoodie on, socks mismatched, lazily curled up with a book and a bowl of sliced mango on his lap.

Your phone’s already recording. Propped up against a candle and a crumpled tissue, just for this little lip balm review.

“Okay,” you begin with a conspiratorial grin. “Mini review time. We’ve got the new Laneige Glowy Balm — Sweet Candy flavor.”

Lewis glances at you with a tiny amused noise, as if to say here we go again, but doesn’t look up from his book.

You lift the balm to the camera. “Smells like candy. Cute packaging. Pricey, because of course it is. My current boyfriend says I have five of these already, but he doesn’t understand skincare so we ignore him.”

You don’t even pause as you say it. You’re "too busy" evaluating texture and scent and whether the lighting’s good.

But Lewis does.

You don’t notice it right away, not until about ten seconds later — when your voice kind of echoes into a weird, uncomfortable quiet.

You glance sideways.

He hasn’t turned the page. His gaze is cast somewhere lower now, somewhere between the floor and the curve of his own wrist. The hand holding the mango bowl is suddenly still. The air feels like it’s holding its breath. One hand is clenched slightly around the edge. His jaw’s tight.

You pause your talking.

“…What?” you ask, still half-smiling.

He sets the book down.

Just gently closes it, like he suddenly doesn’t have the attention span to hold it open anymore. His body language has folded in on itself — book now shut, thumb pressed firm against its spine like he’s trying to steady something deeper than paper. His mouth is drawn, the muscle in his jaw shifting like he’s chewing on something he’s not ready to spit out.

He shifts the bowl of mango off his lap and leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees.

And he’s quiet.

“Lew?”

Still nothing.

You reach out and nudge his shoulder. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

He breathes in slowly and lets it out all in one go. “Nothing. I’m just…” He shrugs. “Tired, I guess.”

“Did you mean that?” he says quietly, and the softness in his voice is the kind that only comes with injury — not rage, not even anger. Just confusion and a little hurt. The kind of ache that sounds like someone trying to convince themselves they didn’t hear what they heard.

You blink. “Mean what?”

You study him. The way he won’t look at you. The little crease in his forehead. The tight set of his mouth. And suddenly your stomach drops.

He gestures vaguely, like it physically stings to repeat it. “The… ‘current boyfriend’ thing.”

You laugh. Light, automatic. “Oh my God, no, babe — it’s a TikTok trend. People do it as a joke. It’s not serious.”

He doesn’t answer.

You sit up straighter, your heart in your throat.

He runs a hand through his hair. “It’s fine. You were probably joking. Doesn’t matter.”

“No, hold on—” You stop recording. “Babe. Seriously. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just a trend. People say it to be sarcastic.”

“Yeah,” he says, voice quiet, almost flat. “I get it.”

You stare quietly at him for a second. “Then why do you look like you just got gut-punched?”

That’s when he finally turns to you — eyes rimmed slightly red, not teary, just… hurt.

“Because it’s you,” he says. “And when it’s you, I take stuff seriously. Even the jokes. Especially the ones I’m not expecting.”

The room is too quiet now. The balm feels heavy in your hand.

“I didn’t mean it,” you whisper.

“I know you didn’t. But hearing you say that — like I’m just temporary — it felt real. Just for a second. And I hated it.”

He leans back again, blinking hard like he’s trying to swallow it down, not make a big deal out of it — but it is a big deal. You can see it in the way he’s holding his shoulders, like he’s trying to take up less space.

You toss the lip balm onto the couch and climb into his lap, into the space that’s always been yours, and rest your forehead against his like you’re trying to will your sincerity into his bones.

He doesn’t resist. But his arms don’t come up right away either.

“No. No, I don’t. think you're temporary Lewis, I swear to God. That was just me being stupid. I didn’t think. I saw the trend, and I — look at me. Please,” you say softly.

He does. Barely.

“You are not my ‘current boyfriend.’ You are my person. You’re it. You’ve always been it. You’re my everything. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t even think — I was just trying to be funny. It wasn’t about us.”

He finally lets his arms wrap around you, slowly, like his body’s been waiting for permission.

“You promise?”

You cradle his face between your palms. “I promise.”

You feel his breath against your shoulder. “I just… I think I feel stuff too much when it’s you.”

“Good. I want you to feel it. I never want to hurt you with something that dumb again.”

His smile is small. Barely there. But it’s a start.

“Delete it?” he asks, voice muffled.

“Gone,” you say. “And next time I’ll call you what you really are.”

He raises a brow, still sad-eyed but curious. “Which is?”

You lean in. “Endgame.”

That gets the tiniest exhale of a laugh.

And then your lips are brushing, kissing — mouth to mouth, wordless, steady. It’s slower now, unhurried, as if the apology is still unfolding through the softness of your lips. He tastes faintly of mango, sweet and ripe from the bowl he’d abandoned earlier. And you, with your ridiculous Laneige balm — you taste like fruit and candy and something that should make no sense at all but somehow does, because it’s you.

He lingers in it. Kisses you like he’s trying to memorize the contrast, the saccharine sweet of mango against glaze, the warmth of your body against the ache he hadn’t even realized was still in his chest. One of his hands drifts to the side of your jaw, thumb brushing just under your cheekbone like he’s still grounding himself in your presence.

You sigh into his mouth, quiet and open, pressing yourself closer, and that’s when his grip shifts.

Without warning, his hands slide firmly to your hips and he rises in one fluid motion, lifting you effortlessly with him, arms strong and sure beneath your thighs as you instinctively hook your legs around him.

Your breath stutters. “Lew—”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just carries you down the hallway, eyes dark and steady, jaw tense — with something akin to possessed.

When he finally speaks, it’s low and certain, a murmur against your temple:

“I’ve got a lifetime’s worth of proof to leave on your skin. Don’t ever call me temporary again.”

You swallow, breath caught somewhere between your chest and your throat.

He kicks the bedroom door open gently with his foot, because this has all become muscle memory — you in his arms, lips kiss-drunk and trusting, his name echoing back against the soft hush of the walls.

By the time he lays you down, the hurt is long gone.

All that's left is him.

[popcornpoppypop]

The Old Man and the Time Bomb

Summary: Jess and Robby go out for Mexican food. Jess has a seizure. Robby doesn't panic until she's safe at PTMC. When she comes to, fear rears its ugly head.

Warnings: Epileptic seizure, depression, death mentioned (no one dies), service animal

A/N: I'm back in the fucking building. This OC just has me in a chokehold, and she is too fun to write, I can't ignore her. Let me know if you want more with her!

“Okay, class! Eyes on me!” Jess stood at the front of the classroom, a gaggle of rowdy middle schoolers chattering to each other. “If I don’t get eyes on me and mouths closed in five seconds, no movie next week.” Jess put her hand on her hips.

“Sorry, Miss Kahan!” They yelled as they settled in their seats.

“Okay. I know you’re ready for summer. Me too. But we still have a few weeks left and it’s my job to cram some knowledge into those brains of yours before you let them rot during vacation.” Jess sighed.

“I want you to read the last chapter in The Outsiders over the weekend.” She was met with groans and complaints.

“It’s not that bad. I could be making you do hard labor.” She smirked. “On Monday, we’ll have a round table discussion about the themes. I want you to think about what characters you connect with and why. You don’t have to write it down but,”

“Do it anyway!” They finished the sentence for her.

“Just put in a little more effort and you can feel good on the last day.” Jess smiled. The bell rang and they gathered their things.

“Can we say bye to Roger?” One girl piped up.

“I suppose you were good enough.” Jess nodded. “Roger, hop up.” Roger jumped up to sit on the table in front of the class. He softly wagged his tail as each kid petted him and said goodbye.

Jess sat at her desk, piles of papers surrounding her, mocking her. She hated the paperwork part of her job. She just wanted to teach, not grade. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She was grateful for the break.

“Hello?”

“Hey. I forgot to ask if you wanted me to pick you up or not.” Robby’s voice had a magic to it, Jess was convinced. She would feel her shoulders relax the second she heard it.

“I’m good either way.” Jess said.

“You always say that. I hate it. I just want to know what you want.” Robby laughed.

“You’re grumpy.”

“You always are.”

“Come get me, cowboy. I’m just grading papers.” Jess sighed.

“How bad is it?”

“Well, they got To Kill a Mockingbird better than Lord of the Flies. I suppose that’s a good thing.” She ran a hand through her hair. “I still wish it was better.”

“End of the year, makes everyone lose focus.”

“Yeah, but I still have to keep grades up or I get yelled at.”

“You can only do your best.” Robby said.

“Oh wow. Such sage advice. I feel all better. You should put that on a card or something.” Jess snorted.

“Ha-ha. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Robby hung up.  Jess let her head fall into her hands. Roger sat at her feet, looking up at her.

“You want to grade these?” She asked him.

Robby had been to pick up Jess a handful of times, but he still felt awkward walking the halls of school after hours. He always wondered how schools all smelled the same. He knocked on the door and popped his head in.

“How’s the grading going?” He smiled as he walked in.

“Could be worse.” Jess sighed, turning her chair to face him, her glasses perched on her nose. She had untucked her blouse, and it hung loosely now. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, stray hairs framing her face.

“Jesus, this is really doing something for me.” Robby’s voice was low and gravelly, his pupils wide.

“You hot for teacher, Dr. Robinavitch?” Jess cocked an eyebrow.

“Desperately.” He hummed.

“Keep it together. You so much as put a hand on my ass and they’ll kick me out.” Jess chuckled.

“Then let's get out of here.” He held out his hand for her, pulling her to her feet. She pulled him down to kiss him.

“You’re driving. I’m getting a margherita.” Jess said, grabbing her purse and Roger’s leash.

“Yes, ma’am.” Robby chuckled as he followed after her.

The restaurant was nice. It was the best Mexican food in town and Jess loved it. She had gone to it constantly in college. She’d spent plenty of time putting back plate after plate of tacos during hangovers. But it was quiet and the lighting wasn’t harsh.

“I just can’t get Charlie to focus. I know he can do it, but he’s just not putting in the effort. I don’t know how to help him anymore.” Jess sighed as she sipped her drink.

“Sometimes you gotta let them fail. I have to do that at work with the med students sometimes.” Robby shrugged.

“I’m not as cold as you. You hard ass.” Jess rolled her eyes.

“Please. You’re worse than me.” Robby chuckled.

“How is Santos?” Jess smiled.

“Better. I hate that I had to humble her. Tried to avoid it.” He shook his head. “She still hasn’t forgiven me for putting her on the hopeless case.”

“She’ll figure it out. She’s smart. Just because it was the lesson she needed, doesn’t mean it’s what she wanted.”

“Wow. You should put that on a card or something.” Robby smirked.

“You’re an ass.” Jess sighed.

“You like my ass.” Robby bowed his head to force eye contact.

“Oh, flirty tonight. Okay.” Jess laughed. “I can flirt.” She smirked. A cop car went driving by outside, lights flashing.

“Always so competitive.” He chuckled. Jess was going to retaliate; her response locked and loaded. But she started to feel off. She fought through it.

“Well, when you’re the best you start to like proving it.” She gave a half-hearted smile.

“You okay?” Robby saw her eyes change.

“Yeah…maybe.” She cleared her throat. Roger stood up and jammed his nose into her thigh three times.

“Shit.” Robby threw the napkin off his lap and went around the table to her side.

“No. I don’t want to do this.” Jess whined.

“It’s okay. Just take a deep breath.” Robby put his hand on the back of her neck.

“My bag. My midazolam.” Jess groaned, her mind leaving her. Robby rifled through her bag and pulled the nasal spray out.

“Lean back. Good.” He sprayed up her nose.

“Ugh, taste so bad.” She groaned.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Robby said, pulling his phone out and turning the camera on.

“It’s not working.” Jess mumbled.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Robby told her.

“Everything okay?” A waitress came over, a nervous look on her face.

“Yeah, um, she’s going to have a seizure.” Robby said.

“Oh my god. Should I call an ambulance?” the young woman asked.

“Not yet. I’m a doctor, I’m going to help her through it. But can you just stand nearby in case I need something?”

“O-okay.”

“Just stand a few feet away. What’s your name?”

“Lexi.”

“Can you have your phone on you? Thank you, Lexi.”

“Mikey…” Jess’s head lolled back and forth.

“I’m here, you’re okay. Let’s get you on the floor.” He said, guiding her to lie on the floor, putting his jacket under her head. Roger lay across her legs. Jess’ body started convulsing, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Robby went into work mode. Turning everything clinical, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him. He held her body, making sure she didn’t hurt herself. He kept track of time. When she wasn’t stopping after four minutes, his blood ran cold.

“Lexi, I need you to call an ambulance. Bring the phone over so I can talk to dispatch.” He said. The girl scrambled to dial the number, her hands shaking. She couldn’t be more than 19, Robby thought.

“Here.” She put it on speaker.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“I have a thirty-four-year-old female, history of epilepsy in a seizure. It’s approaching five minutes since onset. Nasal Midazolam was administered to no effect.” Robby rattled off.

“Where are you located?”

“Maria’s on main street.”

“Okay, I have a unit on it’s way. Are you keeping her away from anything that could cause physical trauma?”

“Yes. I’m Dr. Robinavitch from PTMC. Let them know that’s where we’re going.”

“I’ll inform them. They’re ETA is three minutes.”

“Thank you.” Robby said.

“Here, for her foam stuff.” Lexi handed Robby a clean rag. He wiped at her mouth.

“Will you go and wait for the ambulance at the door, they should be right up the road?” Lexi nodded and ran off.

“Come on, Jess.” Robby begged as he held her convulsing body close.

“Dr. Robby, this your girl?” One of the medics came bounding over.

“Jess. Yeah.” Robby nodded.

“We got her.” He smiled. “Get the IO started I’ll pull up the meds.” He ordered his partner.

“She’s had a dose of Midazolam.” Robby said.

“Yep, it was in the call. You can just be her partner, you don’t have to be her doctor.” He nodded.

“Easier said then done.” Robby scoffed.

“I hear ya.” The medic laughed. “Meds given. Get the nasal canula on her.”

“Jess, can you hear me?” Robby held her face in his hands as she stopped shaking. He was met with a groan.

“Let’s get her on the gurney.” The medics loaded her up and they all started for the rig.

“Lexi, thank you. You did great.” Robby smiled as he ran after them. The young woman smiled and waved.

The ride to PTMC was only four minutes. To Robby it felt like an hour. Jess still hadn’t regained consciousness. Every second that passed made him more anxious.

“Dr. Robby, I need you to jump out first.” The medic nodded.

“Yeah, sorry.” Robby jumped down and watched them unload Jess, Roger trotting next to her. They wheeled into the ER.

“Jess Kahan, history of epilepsy, seizure lasting six minutes.” They rattled off.

“Dr. Robby? Do you know them?” Whittaker asked.

“Yes. Where’s Dr. Abbot?”

“with another patient.”

“Get him.” Robby barked as they went into the trauma bay. The nurses started rushing around, getting her settled onto the bed.

“Hey. What the hell happened?” Jack came bursting in. “Jess? Can you hear me, kid? Come on your stubborn ass can’t wait to throw some insult my way.” He rubbed at her sternum.

“Cop car, triggered it. But she’s been stressed and she had alcohol. I should have fought her on the drinks.” Robby shook his head, getting upset with himself as the adrenaline faded.

“Yeah, like that would have gone over well.” Jack snorted.

“It was six minutes. She needs-”

“Nope, you can’t give orders here. I know what she needs too, brother. Take Roger and wait outside. He always gets upset during this shit.” Jack nodded.

“I want to stay.”

“I know. I don’t need you breathing down my neck. Respectfully, Dr. Robby. Get out of my trauma bay.” Jack pushed him back. Robby knew what he was doing, knew it wasn’t personal. “Roger, get out of here, buddy.” Jack motioned for him to move.

“Come on, Roger.” Robby grabbed his leash and walked out. Dana came rushing up to him.

“Hey, saw her pop up on the board.” She pulled him to a chair to sit.

“It was six minutes.” He mumbled. Roger put his front half on Robby’s lap as he whined.

“Shit. This the first time you saw it?” Dana scratched at the dog’s ears.

“No. Our second date she had a small one, lasted a minute. But it wasn’t bad. This was bad.” Robby cleared his throat.

“Hey, she’s tough. She’ll be okay.” Dana nodded. Robby let out a long, exasperated breath. Roger yawned and whined. “You two are two peas in a pod.” She smirked. “No wonder she wanted you. The human embodiment of her dog.”

“He’s cuter.” Robby shrugged.

“Can’t argue that.” She said, watching as Robby shrank before her eyes. “I’m going to make you some coffee. Get him some water.” She patted his shoulder and walked off. Robby watched them work on Jess from the desk, absent-mindedly stroking Roger’s head.

“She’ll be okay.” Robby murmured to himself. He saw Jack laugh and knew she had started to gain consciousness. He took Roger and ran back in.

“Jess?” Robby leaned over the bed. Her eyes were red and half-opened, face pale.

“Scared ya?” She grumbled, her voice rough and garbled.

“More than a little, yeah.” Robby nodded.

“How much of a control freak were you?” She mumbled.

“I didn’t let him. Kicked him out.” Jack said.

“Oh. Well, then. Someone found his balls.” Jess attempted to smile.

“You’re getting an MRI for that one.” Jack snorted.

“Cruel.” Jess sighed.

“Glad to see your personality is still intact.” Robby smiled.

“You look like shit.” She raised her hand to his face.

“That’s on you.”

“Roger?”

“He’s here.” Robby gave the command for him to jump on the edge of the bed.

“Hey, good boy. I know you hate the ambulance.” She scratched his chin. “Make sure he gets food soon. He can have a sandwich, I don’t care. Not peanut butter though, too much sugar.” Jess nodded.

“I’ve got him, don’t worry. You just worry about you.”

“Boring.” Jess snorted.

“Alright, they’re taking you up for imaging now. Have your teary goodbyes and all that shit.” Jack said.

“If I remember correctly, last time I had a bad one, you were the one crying.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” Jack chuckled as he left.

“If you don’t have an apple juice waiting for me when I get back, I’m breaking up with you.” Jess smirked.

“Yes, ma’am. I can come up with you, ya know?” Robby held her hand.

“Naw, you’ll make everyone nervous. I don’t want to deal with that. Besides, you gotta feed my dog or he’ll never forgive you.” She squeezed his hand.

“Alright. Be nice.” Robby kissed her.

“I always am.” She said as the tech wheeled her off. Robby stood in the trauma bay for a minute, feeling like he had just run a mile.

“Come on, cap. Drink your coffee.” Dana pulled up back to his chair. “She’s doing okay. You can relax.”

“I can’t.” Robby sighed. Jack walked up, tossing two sandwiches at Robby.

“His favorite is ham,” Jack noted as he worked on his computer. Roger sat up, looking from the sandwiches to Robby.

“Alright, bud.” He chuckled as he unwrapped the food and handed it to the dog. “She seemed with it. Probably no damage.” Robby sighed, speaking mostly to himself.

“I’m telling you this because I think you should know, I don’t think she’ll hide it from you, but I could tell she was nervous. She had weakness on her left side, particularly her leg.” Jack sighed.

“What? You didn’t say anything in there.” Robby looked up at him, his brows scrunched in a mixture of anger and fear.

“She didn’t want me to say anything until she was getting imaging.”

“What the fuck, Jack!?”

“Look, she’s a proud woman. She is strong and stubborn and hates it when people look at her like an invalid. She knew if you knew, you’d get that look on your face that everyone gets. She doesn’t want pity. She barely wants empathy.” Jack was protective of Jess. Always had been, but as the years went by and they grew to actually know each other, he saw her more sisterly. He knew he shouldn’t; he was her doctor and nothing more. But she had a way of wiggling her way into people’s lives and not leaving. At some point, he stopped fighting it.

“I don’t get that look.” Robby snapped.

“You do. Everyone does. It’s worse from you because she loves you. She never wants to see it on the people she loves.”

“You should have said something, I would have gone with her!” Robby felt himself getting unreasonable, but couldn’t stop it. Roger sat at his feet, licking at the exposed ankle.

“I did what my patient requested, and I’d do it again. You aren’t her husband, Robby. You don’t have rights here. Even if you were, I still wouldn’t have said anything. You know I’m right. You’re too upset to see reason.” Jack bit.

“Alright, boys. Calm down. He’s right, Robby. Drink your coffee.” Dana sighed.

Robby took Roger and went out to the ambulance bay. He needed to cool off. He paced back and forth, every terrible scenario battering his mind. Roger kept watching him as he walked next to him, aware of the man’s distress.

“Dr. Robby, everything okay?” Mel’s voice broke his train of thought.

“Yes. Just thinking.” He grumbled. Mel stood watching him pace like a tiger in a zoo.

“It’s hard. When someone you love is ill.” She said, her arms twisted around each other with her hands clasped in front of her.

“I’m fine, Dr. King.” He huffed.

“When my mom got sick, I had to hide how much it affected me so I could care for Becca. Maybe it was also to protect myself. Anyway, it didn’t help anything.” She sighed.

“I don’t want to do whatever this is.” Robby stopped. Roger whined at his feet.

“I know. But I wanted you to know that, if you aren’t fine, it’s okay. Maybe, tell her that you aren’t fine. Before it builds up into something you can’t control.” Mel shrugged. “She’s back from imaging, by the way.” She walked back inside without another word.

“Fuck.” Robby hated when his residents schooled him, even if it happened often.

“She’s in room 2.” Jack didn’t look up from his computer, still upset with Robby. He’d be over it in an hour, but he wasn’t fighting it.

“Thanks.” Robby brushed past him to the fridge at the nurses' station, grabbing an apple juice and heading for room 2.

“I told them that girls never like stupid boys, and within a week, grades went up.” Jess laughed as she regaled Dana with her story.

“Your methods of motivation maybe controversial, but damn if they don’t work.” Dana gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“You should see what I do to get Mikey to clean my gutters.” The wicked smile he couldn’t resist plastered across her face. His anxiety started to melt away.

“Mikey?” Dana looked up at him, her face bursting at the seams from trying to keep herself from laughing.

“Don’t.” Robby warned.

“I get special permission on account of me su-”

“Okay! Dana, can we have a minute?” Robby stopping Jess before she embarrassed him beyond repair.

“Yeah, sure,” She giggled. “Jack will be in once the radiologist’s report is in.” She shook her head, laughing as she left the room.

“I was going to say such a good girlfriend.” Jess teased.

“Sure you were.” Robby sat next to her. “Your apple juice.” He handed her the bottle, his fingertips trailing down her arm.

“My hero.” She took a long sip, the sugar almost immediately making her feel better. “I feel alive again.” She flopped back onto the bed.

“How’s the leg?” Robby cocked an eyebrow.

“Ah. Abbot told you.” She rolled her eyes. “At least he waited.”

“You don’t need to hide things from me.” Robby gathered her hand in his, his thumb tracing absentminded patterns.

“I know. I’m just not used to someone who can handle this shit.” She looked away, suddenly feeling shy.

“I’m here for all of it, Jess. But when you don’t tell me things, it makes me worry.”

“I’m just waiting for you to run, I guess. It’s a defense mechanism. I’m usually everyone’s worst date story.” She looked up at him, there was a vulnerability in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before.

“Well, you’re my best date story. If that helps.” He smiled.

“No way.”

“Why?”

“You’re telling me that Mexican food and me pissing myself, is the best date you’ve had? That’s sad.” Jess chuckled.

“Stop. You know what I mean.” He lifted her hand to his lips, laying a gentle kiss to her skin.

“What a sap.” She felt herself start to tear up.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“My leg feels weak. It’s probably just post-seizure weakness. It happens sometimes, especially after big ones.” Jess dismissed.

“Sure.” Robby nodded, seeing through her words. “We’ll figure it out, if it isn’t.” He wished he were better at comforting her.

“You don’t need to promise anything.” She wouldn’t lift her eyes to meet his.

“I don’t make promises that I don’t intend to keep.”

“You can intend to keep them all you like, but when it gets hard, intent doesn’t mean much.” Her voice was sharper than she meant it. Roger jumped onto the foot of the bed, a small groan coming from him.

“Why are you acting like I’m going to leave? Have I given you reason to think that?” Robby felt the frustration rising again.

“Everyone does. Everyone always does. When you realize that I might drop dead someday, with no explanation, you’ll think twice about this. And you should.”

“Wow. That’s cold.” Robby scoffed. There was a knock on the door and Jack appeared with a tablet in his hand.

“Got the results back. Shit. Did I interrupt something?” Jack felt the wall of irritation as he entered.

“No.” Robby snapped.

“What you got, Abbot?” Jess cleared her throat.

“Your brain is as normal as you can manage. No bleeds or damage can be seen from the images we got today. You have Todd’s Paralysis, nothing a little rest can’t cure.” Jack explained.

“I’ve never hated anyone more than fucking Todd, whoever the fuck he is.” Jess grumbled.

“We’re going to monitor you for the next hour, make sure you don’t seize again. But I’ll let you go early if this guy takes you home.” He nudged Robby with his elbow.

“I’ll watch her.” Robby nodded.

“Don’t sound so excited.” Jack huffed.

“He’s upset that I’m a realist.” Jess rolled her eyes.

“Pessimist.” Robby said.

“Sure. Whatever. I’ve done this before, don’t forget. Jack’s seen the boys who leave as soon as the nurses take over. Never hear from them again. I’ve watched as the infatuation turns to apprehension and disgust.” Jess hissed.

“Boys, boys. Not men.” Robby spat.

“Oh, right. You think you’re more of a man than them? Because you stayed? Because you fed my dog a sandwich? Is that how low the bar is?”

“I don’t think, any of this is constructive or whatever the therapists say. Maybe you should take a breather.” Jack cleared his throat.

“Why are you doing this? Huh? What did I do for you to act like this all of a sudden?” Robby flailed his arms as he spoke.

“I’ll be back when you two calm down.” Jack scurried out of the room.

“Nothing! You just can’t handle the truth! I get it! I do, it’s a hard pill to swallow!”

“Just because it’s hard, doesn’t mean I don’t want to do this! How do I convince you that I’m staying!? I don’t want to go anywhere!” Robby rubbed a hand over his face.

“I don’t know!”

“You’re just as scared as me, that’s what this is!”

“Yes! I’ve been terrified since I was eleven and shaking on the floor of Mrs. Perkins' classroom! I’m scared of this getting so good I can’t live without it and waking up from a seizure half myself or never waking up again!” Jess sobbed.  

“Jess…” Robby jumped up and wrapped her in his arms. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept going.” He murmured into her hair.

“I pushed you.” She cried. “I pushed, because I just…I never know how to act when people care.” She looked up at him, wide-eyed and red-faced.

“Me either.” Robby hummed.

“I…I think I love you. I don’t want to be the reason you grieve one day.” She hiccupped. Robby tucked her hair behind her ears.

“I know I love you. I know you’re scared. But, if you go before me, I’ll see it as a privilege to have loved you so much, that I’m riddled with grief.” Robby kissed her forehead.

“The old man and the ticking time bomb. Who goes first?” She smirked.

“Couldn’t stop yourself, huh?” Robby chuckled.

“I can’t give you what other women can.” She sighed.

“I don’t want other women.”

“I can’t be the homemaker. I can’t guarantee a clean house or a cooked dinner.”

“I don’t want a homemaker. I’m in my fifties, not from the 50s.”

“I won’t have kids. I won’t put them through this.”

“I don’t need kids to have a fulfilled life.”

“I kick puppies.”

“What?”

“I’m trying to get you to stop countering me.” Jess pulled him down to kiss her. Robby happily obliged.

“I think Roger might have something to say about that last one.” Robby laughed.

“I will give you more dogs, though.” Jess smiled.

“I like dogs. I get to pick the next one.” He gave Roger a pat on the head.

“We’ll see.” Jess ran her fingers through his hair.

[mona-risms]

Okay okaey imaginelike a. huntrix or polytrix x fem reader where reader is a rookie idol and they help her with her choreo that would be like so cutw 😭😭😭💕

◆ MAIN COURSE: poly!HUNTR/X x rookie idol!fem!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None

◆ NOTES: Wait shut up this would be so cute, esp if they're all already together (though my bad if you wanted pre-relationship 😓). I kinda spiralled here and it turned into them helping out with different aspects of being an idol SORRY 😭😭 Mira does still help though :3c

You're just officially starting out in the idol industry with your own rookie unit!! Probably with the support of the trio :3c. They all definitely helped with vetoing companies that they know for a FACT are corrupt as hell and making sure you get into a good one (either an approved company or their own, provided that the people in charge allow it). They most likely also helped you in terms of getting your skill up, and if you dare say you're being a burden to them they'll attack you (affectionately) bc they love helping you!! They love seeing you get to your full potential!! They love seeing you happy!!!!

When you debut they are your BIGGEST FUCKING SUPPORTERS of your unit EVER!!! Your other unit members are all so fucking shocked and confused about it like hello. Why. Why do they have the world's TOP 1 K-POP UNIT acting like THEIR NUMBER ONE FANS 😭😭 COMING INTO THEIR CONCERTS AND GETTING THEM TO SIGN THEIR STUFF 😭😭 THEY'RE JUST ROOKIES WHAT DO YOU MEAN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 and when they find out you and them three are 'really great friends' they're like ?????what the FUCK

The trio would help you in the industry in so many ways :(. Hyping your unit up, making sure you're equipped with knowledge, AND they help you with their specialties!!!

You're practicing your choreo in your girlfriends' own dance studio bc you need as much practice as possible!!! But maybe there's smth that doesn't feel right or you don't know how to execute a certain move, and Mira comes in the room, expecting to choreograph smth on her own for a new song. Instead, she sees you :3c and abandons her prior task entirely just to help you via give you tips or demonstration on how to move or even recommendations!!

"..four-five-six-seven-eight, one-two-three-four-five-six..."

Mira's voice felt like a guiding metronome as you moved your body to the beat, your efforts sinking deep into not only the choreography, but your vocal stability and even your expression. It was a high-energy song, so of course you had to get used to performing it. Though even despite you having finished your trainee years, this still felt challenging—not like you've done this for long, after all.

And yet Mira was ever so patient as she pointed out mistakes and gave helpful pointers.

"..two-three-four-- stop."

Just like now.

You halted your movements and dropped your position as your girlfriend stopped the music, "Yeah? What'd I do?"

She came up to you as she pocketed her phone. "You're tensing up too much just before the bridge, it's messing with your rhythm."

"Ah.. yeah." You let out a light sigh as you demonstrated the move slower, much more controlled and much looser now thanks to the lack of timed pressure, "It just.. kinda happens on instinct."

"Feels like you're getting ready to pounce on something?"

"Mhm."

"That's 'cuz you're focusing on the transition too much—with the way the energy gets cranked all the way down, I get it." And she falls into step beside you, stretching lightly before getting herself into position, "I'm actually impressed they even have your generation performing with that insane sort of body control."

"Maybe we're just special."

That gets a soft, amused snort out of Mira as she teasingly pokes you on the side, "You are special. Now stop fishing for compliments and follow me; we'll slow it down until you get more comfortable about the transition, it should sort out your instincts then."

Maybe you're tasked with writing or rapping or even just singing through the most tongue-twisty parts of your songs, and you try to go through with it on your own but then Rumi and Zoey both hear you. It leads to them drifting over and approaching you with the want to help :3c

"Are you sure..?" Your hand creased the side of the paper, where your lyrics—colour-coded with highlights—were laid out on the page. "The two of you just got back from work, I wouldn't want to--"

"Ahh-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta," Zoey put a finger to your lips, silencing you before giving you a quick peck (she couldn't resist) and drawing back to stand up straight as she spoke, "are you gonna deny us, your very useful girlfriends, the privilege of being able to help our girlfriend and spoil her with our time? Are you? There is a wrong answer here—choose wisely."

Rumi rolled her eyes affectionately before elbowing her, resulting in a little "ow!", and moving to squeeze your free hand reassuringly, "Don't mind her. If you want to work on your own, then we'll leave you to it. But we really do want to help, why wouldn't we?"

"I.. wouldn't really wanna make the two of you feel like you're obligated to help me with something like this." A grimace formed on your lips as you looked away, "You've already helped me—us—out so much. Feels like nepotism."

Both of your girlfriends' faces softened at your admission as they looked at each other before pinning their attention back onto you. "If we're talking about nepotism, quite a few people would argue that I'm guilty of that, thanks to Celine. You?" Rumi lifts your hand to her lips, "This is you wanting to improve yourself with the help of your seniors, not exploiting connections—if that were the case, you'd have debuted as our fourth member out of the blue."

"Which would've been amazing!" Zoey piped in, but then she dials her excitement down as she shrugged sheepishly, "Though it's why we didn't recommend it—it'd be bad if you got flamed for that.. and we wanted the world to see just how talented you are on your own! So.. let us help? Not just as idols, but as girlfriends too."

Rumi nodded in agreement, "It'll be like when you watched us practice and you kiss us all whenever we got it right, just with it being the other way around this time."

"A lot more fun than standard practice, in my opinion. And much more rewarding!"

You chewed on your lip pensively before sighing in defeat, though the little smile on your lips fooled no one, least of all the pair in front of you, "Fine. But don't get all lenient on me, yeah?"

"Well, duh!" "Of course."

But they won't just help you!! They're more than happy to help the other members too, when they have the time!! Eventually it just ends up with HUNTR/X and your group becoming really close with each other, to the point where people are editing montages and stuff of your groups together in all sorts of ways ('HUNTR/X being gen z parents for 5 mins', 'HUNTR/X mentality' and it's just them fawning over you and the others, etc)

They have you taking breaks and eating properly too. I imagine at the very start, you'd still have to find your limits and stuff, especially since you'd be more prone to pushing yourself when you've only newly debuted. So they kinda watch you and make sure to monitor your rests and your diet in a way that they want you not to restrict yourself from eating and they want you fully-rested amongst the K-Pop idol lifestyle. Otherwise they'll all trap you in a cuddle pile and force you to settle down LOL

And then there's the shipping. If you get shipped with other women they'll be like "yeah okay I get it 🙏" but the moment it's with a MAN?? LMAOOOOOO SIDE EYE ALERT SIDE EYE ALERT next thing you know people are posting about how the trio's looking at said male idol like they want him buried six feet under and the internet is WILD with theories. You even look up from your phone and at them and they'll pointedly look at literally anything else 💀 they're all girlfailures I adore them

All in all, they are so willing to help you with ANYTHING in your career! Obvs they'll give you your own space to be recognised for your own talents and capabilities in your unit as a rookie idol, but they're just a call away if you ever need any assistance in anything :3c you're not just their junior, you're also their beloved gf!!!

[hasufin]

You know, the thing is? I don't object to capitalism. I don't mind having to pay for stuff.

Now, mind, there's something to be said about the gamble of venture capitalism - the idea that you can start out at a loss and then raise the prices. Because that approach only works if you do it in an economy in which a monopoly is possible, and we should be structuring our economy such that monopolies are not possible. That gamble should not work, because once your clever idea starts raising prices to profitability it should be immediately undercut by someone who wasn't operating at a loss and isn't alienating customers by raising prices.

But what I object to is how absolutely greedy capitalism has become. How every single interaction with any company is one where grabby hands are trying to take every thing of value I might have on me. Where the product I pay for gets progressively worse each time even as the price goes up. Where I have to argue that no, I will not be giving out my home address, phone number, email address, birthday, and firstborn child for a trivial price reduction.

It's not that the idea of exchanging money for goods and services is bad. It's that we can't just do that anymore; that we've moved from capitalism into a post-capitalistic serfdom in which we have to give up our autonomy in order to survive.

It's a world where the mechanism to talk to each other has become a medium to build castles in the air and then have someone else charge us rent for living in them.

Absolutely amazing how AO3 is a part of the internet that doesn't sneak in any ads and doesn't have an algorithm and doesn't watch you or record how much time you spend looking at each fic or whatever. It's just right there to use for free. Legend