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(ok, hear me out.)
Bruce looks around the dinner table and realizes, jasons dating Jazz, Cass is dating Danny, Tim is dating Ellie, and Stephanie is dating Sam. A tiny paranoid voice in his head says that Team Phantom is taking his family.
ok maybe he just needs some sleep.
But what if this is a plan of taking his family?
(Iâm hearing you out >:) not sure if I understood it tho :/)
The moment Bruce left the dinner table, everyone paused, as if waiting to see if heâd come back. Then Jazz started another debate with Jason and the conversation resumed. Everyone chatted as they ate and then helped Alfred clean up, who shooed them away from the kitchen when they finished bringing him the plates and utensils.
Dick stretched with a low hum. He received a kiss from Dan for his troubles, and he laughed as he remarked, âWow, dinner was even better than usual!â
Tim hummed. âItâs because these guys are here.â
âWell, we still have the rest of the night for ourselves, right? Wanna go to the arcade?â Dani asked, tugging at his and Konâs hands. âWe can go to my apartment later.â
âYou mean, my apartment,â Jazz said in amusement.
âSame thing!â Dani laughed. Tim and Kon agreed and off they went, with Kon and Dani flying into the night with Tim in their arms.
Dan looked at Dick. âShall we go home?â
Dick shook his head. âI want to go get some groceries first.â He turned to Damian and asked, âWant to come with, Dami?â
Damian looked at Dan, who just blinked, before Damian nodded. They went off together.
Sam said, âCâmon, Steph, we canât let them have fun without us, right? Letâs go to the arcade too, or we can go look at the mall.â Stephanie happily hugged Samâs arm and they also left the manor.
Jazz kissed Jasonâs cheek and said, âLetâs go back to your apartment, okay?â
Jason perked up and then he wrapped an arm around her waist before calling out teasingly, âYou kids be safe! Donât add to the population, donât subtract to the population, donât do anything dangerous!â
âTell that to yourself!â Danny snapped. When they also left, Cass and Danny were the only ones left in the manor. She was staring at him silently, dark eyes trained on him. âWhat is it?â He asked her.
â⌠you know something.â
Danny smiled. âKnow what?â
She stared at him, then shook her head softly. Danny brought her closer to himself, reaching out to hold her gently, rubbing his cheek against her hair.
âWe would never hurt you or your siblings. You know that, right?â He asked, and she nodded slowly.
Yes. They would not hurt her or her siblings. It was only Bruce who would be left behind, still stuck in his old ways of mourning, unable to see the hopeful future or the love between them and the Phantoms.
For a moment, Cassandra just mourned for the way things used to be. Then Danny swept her away and everything was soon forgotten.
(Or what if⌠the Phantoms felt like Bruce wasnât a great parent and decided to âsaveâ the others on their own.)
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#danny phantom x dc#dp x dc crossover#not entirely sure if I interpreted this ask right lmao#ask#danny fenton#jazz fenton#proneterror204#dani phantom#dark danny#jason todd#damian wayne#tim x kon x dani#jason x jazz#dick x dan#danny x cass#sam x steph#anger management ship#hardcover ship#two for one ship#violet violence ship#dani fenton#bad humor ship#dead silent ship#phantom family#cassandra cain#cassandra wayne
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baby please come home - CS55
Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader
Word Count: 1k+
Warning: bit angsty with happy ending of course, sad carlos
Twelve Fics Of Christmas - Christmas (baby please come home)
A/N: based on Christmas (baby please come home) by various artist but my favorite is Micheal Buble, Mariah is a very close second!
F1 Masterlist / Masterlist
The difficult thing about dating an athlete was that he was gone half of the year, what made the relationship more challenging was that you were gone when it was his turn to be home. At first, he didn't mind because that meant you could come with him to a handful of races. He loved showing his job off and more importantly, he loved showing you off.Â
In times like this, he wishes he could trade it all. It was Christmas and he was missing you. Christmas was meant to be spent with loved ones, not having them in another country. For weeks you've been away on business, the busiest year for your job. This was the slowest season for his job. Offseason was meant to be spending time with you, but he forgot this is the season you made your money.
He couldn't help but be jealous of his sisters. Each one of them brings their other half home and shows them off to the family, the first time all Sainz siblings were in a relationship at the same time. He wanted to do that with you, he needed to do that with you. It was hard to enjoy the festive activities that his parents had planned, how could he enjoy the most joyful time of year without you here?
'I'm about to go m.i.a for a while but I wanted to be the first to tell you Merry Christmas. I love you!'
That text alone could have had him breaking down. He was envious of everyone who got to kiss their other half Merry Christmas. He wanted to text you to quit your job and that he was going to provide for you, but knew that you would never accept that. So instead he settled for an
'I miss you, Merry Christmas my love'Â
It was now nearing midnight and everyone was hanging around watching A Christmas Carol waiting for midnight to strike when everyone would open their presents. Carlos couldn't even get into the movie, his mind was trailing back to you. He was sitting on the single-seater armchair scrolling through pictures of you and him through the year. Might as well call him the scrooge for not wanting to celebrate Christmas.Â
"Carlos honey?" A voice pulled him from his thoughts. He looked over at his mom who was calling him.
"Sorry ma. What did you say?" Quickly he tucked his phone away but not before looking at you on his lock screen.Â
"It's midnight, Merry Christmas." She smiled sadly at the boy. She and the rest of the family knew he was down in the dumps. He tried to get into the spirit, he really did, but missing you consumed him.Â
"Merry Christmas Ma." He smiled back at her before wishing everyone else a Merry Christmas.Â
"Let's open presents, shall we?"
Each sibling and their other half sat around as their parents started sorting the gifts. At this, he couldn't help but see the one you left for everyone being passed around. He remembers you giving him clear instructions to make sure it traveled safely in the suitcase.Â
One by one everyone opened their presents, which was a lot considering they were all adults at this point. Most were from him because he tended to go all out for his family like he remembers his parents doing for them. When it got to the last round of presents Blanca immediately stood up surprising everyone at the action.
"I left your present in my suitcase Carlos, I'll be right back." She said with a smirk before rushing out of the living room. He gave a confused look to his mom who only shrugged at her daughters out burst.Â
It wasn't a moment later that she poked her head into the doorway making him even more suspicious. "Close your eyes, I couldn't exactly wrap it."
"Blanca..." He warned not liking her intentions. After making fun of her for years he wouldn't put it past her for pulling a prank at Christmas.Â
"Just do it." She begged making him give in. The faster he followed her order the faster this night would be over.
Once she was satisfied with him, giving him a middle finger just for reassurance, she giggled before pulling his gift into the room. Carlos was ready for anything, mainly for something to be thrown at his head. Knowing his dad, he would let it happen. What he wasn't ready for was for weight on his lap. He swore it was you. He knew what you weighed to a tee from all the times having you in his lap. Opening his eyes he saw you with a smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He couldn't believe it it was really you.Â
"Amor?" He asked barely above a whisper, he needed you to say something to make it real.Â
"Hi baby." You matched his tone.
Before you knew it he picked you up spinning you around in a death grip of a hug. He still couldn't believe you were he, he needed to squeeze you and hear that pretty giggles that emerged from your lips. Soon enough he heard it. It was real, you were here with him on Christmas.
"Baby! You're going to break something!" You shrieked as he still spun you around.Â
"You're here! You're actually here!" He chanted over and over. He couldn't help it.Â
Seeing as you were getting dizzy, he stopped his movements but still kept you in his arms, making sure you still had your legs wrapped around him. He didn't care if he was in the middle of the room in front of the Christmas tree with his family staring at him. As far as he was concerned, the only people in the room were you and him.
"How?" he breathed out once he got a good look at you.Â
"Finished early and I took the next flight home. I knew you were pouty without me." You smirked as you ran yours hands through his hair.Â
"Looks like my wish came true." He mumbled out before smashing his lips against you.  Â
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GOLD RUSH â regulus black x reader.
SUMMARY. â your secret relationship with regulus isnât so secret anymore.
PAIRING. â regulus black x fem!pureblood!reader
WARNINGS. â reader has a 1st year brother; this is shitty;
A/N. â im desperately trying to write something coherent for reggie and itâs not working
âif you stare at that poor girl for a little while longer iâm pretty sure her headâs gonna set on fire.â Bartyâs voice is quiet as he leans in closer to your ear, and you tilt up your head at him, quickly hitting his shoulder. youâre standing in front of the potions classroom, and out of your friend group itâs only the two of you - Evan back in his dorm claiming to be sick, Dorcas not every making any excuses as to why she didnât show up, Pandora being a ravenclaw, and Regulus⌠well, Regulus.
Regulus is standing in the darkest corner of the hallway, having a conversation with some hufflepuff (a good friend of his who you have known of for a while) whoâs batting her eyelashes up at him, and you wonder if heâs truly that oblivious to notice or just chooses to ignore it. either way you shrug, turning to Barty with a grimace on your face thatâs supposed to be a smile.
âdamn, babe, with that look on your face you might just scare away potential suitors.â he tugs at your braid, swiftly making it fall apart, and your frown deepens.
ânot in the mood, Barty.â you roll your eyes with a scoff, leaning back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. your parents have been bugging you about finding a suitable future husband to marry after you graduate ever since this school year started, and as it all nears spring youâre only growing more restless. of course they donât know about your relationship with Regulus. sure, they would be over the moon at the news, the younger Black brother being⌠hot shit amongst the mentally challenged elders, as Evan described it once. which is exactly why you want to keep it under the wraps for as long as you can.
itâs been going pretty well youâd say, both of you not having much problem with acting casual, but lately youâve been struggling with that. youâre not jealous, Merlin forbid, youâre just⌠well, maybe you are the tiniest bit jealous. in all honesty, who wouldnât be? itâs Regulus Black.
you enter the classroom hand in hand with Barty once the clock strikes nine, splitting with him when you make your way to your desk. during this class you actually share your space with Regulus, and so you give him a small smile when he sits down beside you.
the whole day passes in a blur for you, as it usually does, and soon enough youâre in your favorite place of all Hogwarts. youâre sitting on a huge plush couch in the room of requirement, your head resting on your boyfriendâs lap as he runs his slender fingers through your hair. both of you dressed in some comfortable clothes instead of the everyday robes, your wands laying down on the wooden table in front of the sofa.
âi havenât written back to my mother yet.â you murmur after a moment, eyes set on Regulusâ face, trying to catch every detail of it.
his skin is pale, sheer thin, and if you believed in them you couldâve said heâs a ghost. his lips are always so plump looking, now outstretched in a smile, his gray irises staring right back at you with that loving shimmer to them.
âhave Alistair?â he asks, your younger brotherâs name leaving his mouth so quiet itâs practically a whisper, and he raises his eyebrows. you shrug, and a moment later you shake your head.
âiâm not sure. i think so.â you reply, internally groaning at the mere thought of your sibling, and you push yourself up on your elbows then fully sit up, reaching out for one of the mugs standing on the coffee table. theyâre both filled with hot chocolate, and you take the pink one into your hand, sipping on it slowly. âlittle bugger is snitching on me, i try to avoid him.â
you watch him chuckle and reach over for his mug, then the two of you lean back against the couch. you can feel yourself sinking into the cushions, and a delighted sigh escapes you, before you catch Regulusâ amused expression and purse your lips together quickly.
âi just canât wait for all of this to end, so we could move away.â you mumble, setting your cup back down, and he nods. he leans in closer, his hands resting on either sides of your middle, and for a beat he only looks at you. then suddenly his smile widens, and he kisses the top of your nose.
âchocolate on your nose.â he whispers playfully, his lips brushing innocently against your cheek next, then your jawline, your chin, slowly trailing down to set on your neck for a longer while. âjust three more months, ma chĂŠrie. and weâll leave it all behind.â
his breath is hot against your skin despite the chilliness of his hands that wrap around your waist, helping you into a laying down position. his caress is gentle, soft, just so so loving.
âa cozy cottage somewhere in a quiet village. maybe wales?â you breathe out, your hands coming up to first rest on his shoulders, but you quickly move them up and tangle them into his dark curls.
âmhm, like we planned.â he nods, making you yelp in surprise as he suddenly sucks on your pulse point, and you swear you can feel him smirk against the column of your throat. âa whole lot of protective spells to keep us safe and hidden from everyone. and then maybe we can focus on whatâs good. plant a tree and have a dozen of children.â
âwell, i donât know whoâs gonna give you a dozen of children, cause itâs for sure not me.â you scoff, a chuckle escaping your lips as you pull him back from you, and he takes the opportunity to give you a kiss. it quick and sweet, and his hands start to wander under your shirt, ghosting over the outline of your bra teasingly.
you leave the room of requirement in the middle of the night, fingers intertwined, and your guard let down. your clothes are wrinkled up, hair messy and tousled, and thereâs already a slight limp to your walk. youâre both sure no oneâs going to see you, i mean come on, itâs 2am. but the moment you step a foot outside, and the magic door disappears behind you, you hear a victorious laugh.
your brother is standing right there, just a few strides away from you, grinning from ear to ear. you immediately groan, gaze locking with Regulusâ for a moment before you step forward.
âi swear to Merlin, Alistair, if you tell anyone about thisâŚâ you start menacingly, hand clasping on the boyâs shirt collar, but it gives you an opposite result of what youâve hoped for.
âsod off, Y/N! iâm writing about this to mother right when i get back to my dorm!â
#regulus black x reader#barty crouch jr#slytherin skittles#regulus black#regulus arcturus black#r.a.b#regulus black x fem!reader#regulus black x you#regulus black x y/n#evan rosier#divider by roseraris#marauders#dorcas meadowes#pandora rosier#fluff#blurb
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~Home Field Advantage~
Summary: Meeting Joe's family reveals the warmth and love that shaped him, deepening your connection and making you feel truly at home.
Authors note: Idk why the spacing is so weird but I don't feel like fixing it lmaoo This was super fun to write umm I really don't have much to say sooo HAPPY GAME DAY & WHO DEYYY!!!
Warnings:None (I think) Cute as hellđ
âItâs just my parents,â heâd said with that easy smile of his. âTheyâll love you.â
But that hadnât stopped the butterflies from wreaking havoc in your stomach.
When Joe pulled into the gravel driveway of his childhood home, your hands gripped the seatbelt tighter. The house was modest but warm, with a wide front porch and a basketball hoop nailed to the garage. The yard was dusted with the remnants of winter snow, and a yellow lab barked excitedly from behind the fence.
âYou ready?â Joe asked, cutting the engine and turning to you.
âNo,â you admitted with a nervous laugh. âWhat if they donât like me?â
Joe chuckled, reaching over to take your hand. His thumb brushed over your knuckles in a gesture that somehow both calmed you and made your heart race. âTheyâre going to love you. Trust me.â
You exhaled shakily and nodded. âOkay. Letâs do this.â
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The door swung open before you even reached the porch. Robin Burrow stood in the doorway, a bright smile on her face, and you instantly understood where Joe got his warmth. She pulled Joe into a hug first, then turned her attention to you.
âAnd you must be the famous girlfriend,â she said, her tone teasing but kind. âIâve heard so much about you.â
âGood things, I hope,â you managed, though your voice wavered slightly.
âAll good things,â Robin assured you, pulling you into a hug before you had a chance to panic. âCome on in. Weâve been waiting for you.â
As you stepped inside, Jimmy Burrow appeared, offering Joe a firm handshake and a clap on the back. Then his attention shifted to you. He didnât say muchâJoe had warned you his dad was a man of few wordsâbut the smile he gave you was warm and genuine.
âNice to meet you,â Jimmy said simply, and you could tell he meant it.
The house was cozy, filled with family photos and the faint smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. On the mantle, a framed photo of Joe in his LSU uniform caught your eye, alongside pictures of him as a kid, his siblings, and the family dog.
Robin led you to the kitchen, where she was putting the finishing touches on dinner. Joeâs dad joined her, slicing bread with a precision that made you smile. Joe leaned casually against the counter, clearly at home in the space, and you felt a pang of affection for himâthis version of him that was softer, more relaxed.
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Dinner was a mix of good food and easy conversation. Joeâs mom asked you about everythingâyour job, your family, how you and Joe had met. His dad chimed in occasionally with a dry remark that made everyone laugh, and Joe seemed content to sit back and let you talk.
When the meal was over, you insisted on helping Robin clear the table. She waved you off at first, but you were persistent, and soon the two of you were alone in the kitchen, stacking plates by the sink.
âYouâre really good for him, you know,â Robin said after a moment, glancing at you with a soft smile.
You blinked, caught off guard. âOh, um⌠thank you. I hope so.â
She nodded, her expression thoughtful. âJoeâs always been so focused, so driven. Thatâs just who he is. But I can tell you make him happy. Itâs good to see him smile like that.â
Your cheeks warmed, and you ducked your head to hide the grin spreading across your face. âHe makes me happy too.â
Robin reached over and squeezed your hand. âGood. Thatâs all I needed to hear.â
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Later that evening, Joe found you sitting on the back porch, bundled up in one of his old sweatshirts. The stars were bright above, and the air was crisp, but you didnât mind. It was peaceful here, in a way that felt rare and precious.
âHey,â Joe said softly, stepping outside and closing the door behind him. He carried a blanket, which he draped over your shoulders before sitting beside you.
âHey,â you replied, leaning into him.
âHowâd I do?â he asked after a moment, a teasing glint in his eyes. âDid they scare you off?â
You laughed, shaking your head. âNot even close. Your mom is amazing, and your dad⌠well, heâs intimidating, but I like him.â
Joe smiled, his gaze softening. âYeah, theyâre pretty great.â
âYouâre pretty great,â you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. But you didnât regret it. It was the truth.
Joe didnât say anything right away, but the way he looked at youâlike you were the only person in the worldâmade your heart skip a beat. Then he leaned down and kissed you, slow and sweet, like he had all the time in the world.
When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. âIâm glad youâre here,â he murmured.
âMe too,â you whispered.
And in that moment, with the stars above and Joe beside you, everything felt right.
#cincinnati bengals#nfl football#joe burrow imagine#joe burrow#2024 nfl season#football#nfl news#jaâmarr chase#joe burrow bengals#9#joe burrow x reader#joe burrow fan fic#joe shiesty#imagine
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Itâs almost 6 a.m and I canât sleep because Iâm being plagued by thoughts of The Latest OC
#Kat and Nia and their multiverse of madness#Jia is genuinely making me lose my mind#right now the aftermath interests me a bit more because I live for emotional whump and angst#just.. imagine being her parents#you beg for your daughterâs life and your plea is listened to. sheâs released. having proved herself useless. you barely recognise her#sheâs nothing like the upbeat and cheerful girl you raised who loved working in this palace. who loved her lady#sheâs so thin. hollow cheeks and empty eyes. she barely reacts to anything but Lord Jusamahâs voice which makes her flinch#youâre afraid to even hug her in case she disappears like a ghost would. something is very very wrong with her#you remember the rumours that she was tortured for the information. she looks like sheâs starving#itâs clear she was hurt. she wouldnât act like this if she wasnât. âyouâre scared to think of what is hidden beneath her clothes#you want to lunge at Lord Jusamah and strangle him with your bare hands. inflict everything heâs done to your daughter on him tenfold#but you canât. heâs rich and you arenât. he has power and you donât. if you try.. none of you are seeing the sun ever again#you barely care. it would be worth it. but you have two other children to worry about. and Jia deserves her freedom#so all you can do is drop to your knees. press your forehead to the floor. and thank him for his kindness#you tell Jia that youâre taking her home. alertness returns to her for but a moment#âhome?â her whisper sounds so sad. so broken. you can barely stand it#you rush home as fast as you can. sheâs so skittish it hurts. she feels the sun on her face and doesnât move for a good 10 minutes#you canât bring yourself to say anything. one of you goes ahead to warn the family so the children wonât crowd her#you finally make it to your house and Jia looks at it as if it was a mirage. she touches the wall to ensure itâs real#the first thing you do is help her take a bath. the sight of her back fuels you with bloodlust. thereâs no untouched spot on it#your sweet gentle girl was whipped until criss crossing scars covered every last inch. it must have been hell#you bandage her wounds and take her to eat. she gorges herself on it as if someone would take it away. some light returns to her eyes#she always had a good appetite. at least that didnât change. after lunch you let her sleep in your own bed#instead of making her share with her siblings and cousins. she needs space. she passes out the second her head hits the pillow#you stay and keep watch. and when the first night terror occurs. youâre ready. her screams are impossibly loud#you wake her. calm her down and hold her hand as she falls back asleep. recovery wonât be an easy road#but you walk it anyway. and with time. she gets better. she returns to her old self. only some traces of that horror remain#sheâs happy again. smiles a lot. helps out. plays with the younger kids. sheâs the Jia you know and love#she has nightmares. her scars hurt. no one touches her back. sheâs paranoid about food. but sheâll be okay. youâre sure of it#(I reached the tag limit again but at least I said all I had in mind. but I could probably ramble on about this for agesâŚ)
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lust is a loaded hand gun
max verstappen
cw: smut/pwp, ferrari!reader, baby fever, seduction, cowgirl position, alcohol/drinking, breeding, the reader wants to have a baby and chooses to have it with max, max is not aware
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part 2: love is a kick to the stomach
this sounded stupid. but you wanted a baby. and while that was an easy task for most women, you knew that there was something impersonal about picking from a catalogue. reading profiles felt weird, like you were looking for a used car rather than the biological other half of your child. even if you'd raise them without a father, you'd rather have a night of passion than an awkward doctor's visit.
charles leaned back in his seat and asked, "why don't you and i just make one." he shrugged his shoulders. he considered himself close to you. you had been teammates for a little over two seasons and prior to that you knew each other. he didn't mind being the one to help you bring a child into the world, "i can be his uncle and he'd never know."
but, as close as you were to your teammate. you had other drivers in mind.
you made a face, "no offense, charles. but it would feel like doing it with my brother." being teammates meant you two knew too much about one another. you worked well as teammates and rivals because you were more like siblings. while you appreciated the offer, you felt it was weird.
charles asked, relaxed in his seat, "why are you doing this anyway? isn't there a million ways for you to have a child."
you shrugged, "i want to be a mom, i don't know. leave my seat behind to another woman and let her make all the history. i'm honestly tired. i've reached the peak and now." you sighed, "i want something else. i've got enough money to retire and let my future child retire before they're born." you crossed your arms, "i don't want to be doing this shit until i'm forty and just degrade in the skills department. end on a high note." while it was not an insult to other driver's on the grid. you felt bad that they never got to really be parents due to the schedules.
"so you need to seduce a driver to make that happen."
you nodded, out of the corner of your eye you spotted the driver you had your eye on. while you eyed the man crossing your path, your voice got softer, "and i think i know just the driver."
charles looked over to the direction you were looking at. he noticed who was walking by and he looked back to you, shoulders dropped, "max. you're going to seduce and have a child with max?"
you looked back to charles and shrugged, "why not? what's not to like?" max wasn't a perfect man, sometimes you wondered about the mechanics of his brain. but, you knew your child with him would lay waste to the track in the future.
"i can name a few. do you want them alphabetically or severity of it?" charles asked.
you gave him a look, "it wouldn't be hard to get him to sleep with me. you, me and the rest of the garage has seen how he looks at me. i mean who else do i have to choose from? either they're too old, they're rookies, or they have girlfriends. and i'm not getting a heel in the eye because i'm trying to have a baby."
charles rubbed the bridge of his nose, "i think you just like him."
you tensed up for a moment, "no. this is all just simple. scheming... nothing more. i don't expect to trap him with a child. he is free to live his life after i'm done with him."
charles found it hard to believe. not on your end, but max's. he had heard at sickeningly lengths about how max felt for you. it was probably the most eloquent the driver had ever been. if you got pregnant by him, he'd be getting a ring the next day. he sighed once more, "then have fun with the wold champion. i'd say to be safe, but i think being unsafe is the whole point of this."
you gave the once over of max in the near distance and smiled, "don't worry charles, you'll get all the details in the morning." which earned a groan from your teammate.
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it started over a bottle of wine and ended in the motor home of red bull. you and max had gotten frisky over the evening. you wondered if anyone was selling the photos of you two in the back of the restaurant to tmz or some other trashy outlet. you had shared two bottles of wine over dinner. the benefit of being as wealthy as you were, you could throw the cash onto the table and giggle as you stumble out of your place.
you knew someone had a photo of max kissing you at the table to 'taste' the sauce that came with your meal. as if he couldn't take some from the plate.
but back in the motor home, you had dropped your purse by the door. in the dark of the place, you two were starting to get undressed. heels kicked to the wall, your bracelets set on the coffee table. your dress was on the floor by the bed, your bra over the lamp by the bed and your panties on the bed.
"i'm on top." you said as you kissed max's lips. he tasted like wine and fine dining. he tasted and smelled expensive. in all fairness he could be worth more than a micro nation. he was not an easy man to buy, but the currency of sex was in high demand. max wanted you, and you knew that because he got on his back without much argument.
you were both naked on the bed. the faint lights gleamed through the large windows as you rubbed up against max with no other lighting. you could see his face against the shadows of the night. his blue eyes were like gems and they pulled you in. whoever he ended up with would be very lucky.
but tonight you needed him. he was an important piece in your plan. you rubbed against him and with a little help, you sank down onto his cock. while cowgirl wasn't the best position to try and get pregnant, but it ensured that your plan would work. any position is a working one.
"you're beautiful."
"i know." you said as you rubbed yourself against him. you braced your hands on his strong chest. he was a handsome man, he was good at what he did and he was a winner. you knew anyone would be lucky to have him, but tonight was the perfect partner. you knew a child with him would be perfect.
you continued to rub up against him. the roll of your hips were methodical. this wasn't the first time you slept with a man. you moaned when max groped your breasts, massaged the flesh between those bear paws he called hands. soon you sank on his cock and shuddered, feeling the heat raise in your belly.
this was a mission, no time to get attached. you were both tipsy from the alcohol and the driver under you were more handsy than ever. you try not to feel the emotions that came with it. the feeling of being attached to someone you were having sex with. you batted charles' assumptions about your feelings for max out of your mind as you rode the dutch driver.
you were determined to get pregnant tonight. you measured it all down to a t, all you needed was for max not to get whiskey dick. you curved your back to get closer to him, your lips met his as you moved up and down. his cock was snug in your, but it went in almost perfect. the blunt head hit against the furthest parts of you. your heart hammered in your chest as you moved your hips.
you pushed hair out of your face before your braced your hands on his chest once more. he was very toned, you almost wanted to joke about what happened to his slightly kinder chocolate addiction. but that was neither here nor there.
"you feel so good." he grunted, "why haven't we done this before? fuck." he panted, he could feel the heat in his cheeks as you rode him. he had been with others before but being under you was a pleasure no money could buy. you were really good at it, knowing exactly how to make him feel good.
"good things take time." you panted, part of you wondered what would happen if you covered his mouth. you didn't need the dirty talk, this was a mission. if you wanted a casual friends with benefits, you'd try something online or another in the paddock. fucking max was a certainly that you'd get pregnant. it didn't have to be intimate or soft. it was a means to an end, and you'd get there no matter what.
the sounds of your fucking filled the room as you continued to move against him. you raked your nails down his chest, catching his nipples which made him moan. he was cute on his back, letting you take over. you wondered how deep his affection for you went.
you didn't want the emotional baggage of it all. tonight you were both drunk and having sex in the motor homes. it would be a one night stand before you two finished out the season. you could feel the heat across your back as you stared at him.
his eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open as he panted heavily. there was heat in his face and you felt something tug in your chest. he was beautiful, you hated to admit it. but max verstappen was a pretty boy.
he was already blissed out, his noises forced you by the movement of your hips. you licked your lips and without thinking, you left a mark on his collarbone. it was stupid, but it excited your further.
you continued to move against him. your breasts bounced with each move of your hips. you felt moans in the back of your throat and a hum in your soul. pleasure was close and it wasn't long before you really worked yourself onto his cock and finished.
the tightness around his cock made max's back arch a little bit. he could feel the heat in the back of his head. his heart pounded as he watched you continue to ride his cock. he panted heavily and soon climaxed as well. you made sure to get everything you could out. you kissed him once more before you stopped. when you pulled away you got off of his waist and laid down on the bed.
"wow." he said out of breath.
you didn't want to talk. instead you turned your head to kiss him on the lips to keep him quiet. there was no time for mushy romantic bedroom talk. you needed him to fall asleep before you could leave.
you tried to count down the seconds, placing kisses across his heated face. you reminded yourself that there would be some lucky enough to keep him for life.
when you pulled away from his lips after one last kiss, he curled up beside you and right then fell asleep. you stayed awake, when the heat cooled in your body. you hoped your mission was a success. the lust and the alcohol still made its rounds in your body. but you were lucid enough to find your clothes in the dark and slip out of the motor home before morning.
you'd never bring up the event to max, only briefly mentioning it to charles. you'd drive harder after that, in the end you'd secure a world championship. as you kissed the trophy and your country's national anthem played, you were already pregnant with your child.
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your retirement was a shock to max. you could've easily decorated your home with many trophies over the next few years. but at the end of the 2024 season, you bowed out. you thanked fans and told them that it was a new chapter in your life. and then like that you fell off the face of the earth over the off-season.
max tried to find ways to contact you. where did you go? what happened? why leave at the height of it all? the more he thought about it, the more questions were raised in his head. he asked around the paddock, even going as far as to ask charles where you went. the other drive shrugged and told him that you moved back to your home country with a "little extra luggage". there were no social media posts. nothing. it nagged in the back of his brain for what felt like a lifetime. what happened to ferrari's princess?
it wasn't until almost three years later, max had claimed another world championship. it felt like these days he was riding high. he was still the best. but as he walked into the paddock to train for the upcoming season, he stopped in his tracks. he felt like he was splashed with cold water.
there you were, three years older with a glow to you. you were laughing with charles and lewis, you looked different but in a good way. you were in overalls and a ferrari shirt underneath. you were more curvy than you were when you were driving. and while you were still beautiful like the sun, pulling max in. what made his stomach drop was who was in your arms.
a young boy, with big curious eyes and round cheeks. he held onto you tightly, his small fists in the fabric of your shirt. he seemed curious about the track, but not scared of how big it all felt. while max would've assumed that you got married and had a child as a lot of people did. but that's not what had happened.
max knew right away at the first glance of your son. looking at him was like looking at max's childhood photos. even in features that matched your own, your son carried a lot of max in him. the itch in his brain after you fell off the earth all those years ago came back, this was where you went. the boy looked like him and if he was right about the boy's age then dates lined up. there was no question. max verstappen was your son's father. and when you noticed him staring. you simply smiled and gave him a wink, shifting the boy in your arms and pointing at the me. when your son smiled, max felt something in his gut. looking at you, holding your (his) son, made max feel like he was home. and all those feelings he had been carrying poured back into his head and heart. the same emotions that allowed you to bed him. <3
sequel: love is a kick to the stomach
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Sunshine and Midnight Rain
Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader
word count: 851
summary: Luke castellan and the daughter of apollos love story
a/n: âremember who the enemy isâ IM TRYING
Luke Castellan held your heart since the day you met, and you held his.
You arrived at camp a few months after Luke. You were one of the lucky ones, claimed within an hour of being there. Your godly father is Apollo, god of poetry, the sun, music, narcissism, idiocy, stupidity, all that. You had assumed the gods would act superior to all, no matter if they were or werenât. But Apollo was on a completely different level. You didnât know why he had taken such a liking to you.
âYou remind him of himself,â Your half sister, Kayla, had told you, âan archer who never misses, healer who fixes every wound, gifted singer, and somehow picked up the lyre in a day. And yet, you still ask why Apollo loves you the most?â
âI wish he wouldnât,â you twirl the golden arrow he gifted you.
âyâknow, that hermes boy has been staring since the moment you stepped foot here,â she smiles, nodding to the tan boy sitting on a picnic table.
âGreat, more attention,â you keep your sights on the boy, lucas? Luca, maybe?
âHis nameâs luke castellan,â kayla says, ah luke, thatâs it.
âHeâs handsome,â you say matter of factly.
âDonât trust those Hermes boys, all they do is lie,â Kayla leans back and rolls her eyes.
âItâs a good thing I play the lyre.â
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âYouâve got a great shot,â a deep voice says from behind you.
Youâve been at the range for around an hour, itâs 4:30, you always practice when no one else is around.
âThe whole reason why I come out here this early is so i can be alone,â sure, it sounds mean but you swear youâre not trying to be.
âSorry, once I see you itâs hard to look away,â youâre not looking at him but you can tell me has the biggest smirk on his face.
âFunny,â you tell him bluntly.
You set down your bow, keeping the arrow in your hand, and sit on the nearby grass. He lays down beside you, you follow his lead and put your hands behind your head.
âThat arrow, itâs like itâs made of the sun,â He says amazed.
âA gift from dear old dad. No matter how far I shoot itâll always come back. Supposed to be a sign of his love or something. But I think he just constantly wants me to be annoyed by him,â you inform him possibly too much.
âMost people would be grateful if their godly parent cares that much,â he says.
âItâs different with Apollo, there is no such thing as true altruism with him,â you bite your inner lip.
âI get that, Iâm just tryna say- Hermes never showed up for me, and I'd kill to just have him tell me he cares,â His eyes furrow.
âGuess we both have different priorities,â you smile.
âOpposites work best donât they?â He smiles back.
âIsnât it opposites attract?â You wonder.
âHey, your words, not mine,â he laughs.
âThat oneâs Orion,â You point up at the constellation.
âHe was always my favorite,â he adds.
âMine has always been Cassiopeia, but you can never see her over here,â You look back up at the sky.
âThat oneâs Taurus, and then Sirius below, and Gemini above,â you point each of them out.
Even though he hums in acknowledgment his eyes are locked on you.
âYouâre staring, againâ You mention.
âI told you I canât help it, especially when you glow like that,â he reaches out and touches your face.
You reach out and grab his hand, running your fingers against his slender digits.
âIâd like to be a constellation when I die, maybe my father will fulfill that wish,â you say to him.
âThatâll be my last wish too, we can lay in the stars together.â
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Itâs been a day since Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-blood. It just so happens to be your favorite day of the year, capture the flag. You have led the archers on the blue team for years, youâd say youâre doing well for what youâre given. Besides your siblings in Apollo the rest of the kids werenât as gifted in archery.
As the first conch shell blew you were preparing for your mock-battle. Annabeth in charge of the plan and Percy, Luke with company, and you with the archers. You knew you could, no- would win. The archers took the trees, helping stray company from the skies.
âToday feels like a winning kind of day?â Annabeth asks luke.
âIâll see you on the other side,â He smiles.
âLuke!â You pull him aside for a moment.
You cup his face the best you can through his armor. âYou donât get hurt okay? I donât feel like healing anymore wounds from you. Understand?â
âOh but I love to see you healingâ he holds your hand and smirks
âArchers! Move out!â You call your team, eyes still locked with his, smiling.
âso⌠you and her?â Percy asks the taller boy.
âhow could I not? She's perfect. I mean, I genuinely believe I could live without the sun if I just had her.â
And maybe, just maybe, he could.
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SUMMARY: Where a fan made an 8-minute video with a compilation of Matt and Y/N being in love.
WARNING: None.
REQUESTED?: Yes, by anons, @myfavoritesstuff, @dracoflaco and @ecliphttlunar
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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8 minutes of cute moments between Matt Sturniolo and his girlfriend, Y/N.
1st minute - "Trying Japanese snacks with our parents!!!":
The triplets were recording a video where they tried different snacks from Japan, and their parents were participating of it as guests, just like Y/N - which was nothing new, since the girl made at least a small appearance in every video from the triplets channel.
The six of them were around one side of the kitchen table, and all the snacks that would be used in the video rested on it. Y/N stood next to Mary Lou with her head resting on her shoulder, while the woman's left arm wrapped around her waist affectionately.
Matt was explaining to the camera about the snack they were going to eat next, when the girl raised her head slightly, pointing with her left hand at the only glass of water on the table, which was in front of Mary Lou.
"It's yours, right? Can I have a sip, please?" The girl asked her mother-in-law, receiving a big smile and a nod in response.
"Of course, go ahead!"
Y/N smiled back, picking the glass and taking a generous sip. Before she could take another one, Chris suddenly interrupted her, cutting off Matt's sentence.
"Someone's invisalign is in that water." Chris pointed to the glass, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he saw his sister-in-law drinking the water from there.
Y/N stopped her hand holding the glass in the air, her eyes widening comically as her cheeks puffed out in embarrassment.
"What?" Her voice came out high-pitched, her eyes going from Chris to the glass repeatedly.
"Oh my God, babe, it was mine!" Matt pointed out, a laugh escaping his mouth, followed by Mary Lou, who curved her spine slightly as she laughed, trying to apologize.
"Ew, ew, ew." Y/N mumbled repeatedly, dropping the glass on the table with a loud clinck. She began her steps towards the sink, ready to give her mouth a thorough rinse.
Her steps were interrupted by Matt, who lightly pulled her into his arms, hugging her from behind. His arms wrapped around her waist as he rested his chin on her head, an amused look still in his eyes.
Y/N let out a groan, trying to free herself from Matt's arms, wanting to clean her mouth.
"No need for all that, baby. You've had worse in your mouth." Matt threw, his voice loud enough for everyone there to hear.
Nick let out a dramatic scream, covering his ears with his hands quickly, a look of fear taking over his features. Chris's eyes widened momentarily before laughter escaped his mouth, followed by Jimmy, who patted Matt's shoulder. Mary Lou raised her eyebrows at the couple, shaking her head playfully.
Y/N opened her mouth in surprise, her eyes widening as she stopped fighting against his hold. She felt her face burn with embarrassment, her mind still processing what her boyfriend had just blurted out in front of his parents, siblings, and camera.
"Matt!"
"I'm kidding, baby. I'm sorry." Matt said, his tone full of amusement, showing that he wasn't sorry at all for what he said.
The brunette lowered his face, resting his right cheek on Y/N's right shoulder with his face toward her neck, sealing her jaw repeatedly, exhaling the natural scent of her skin as he tightened his arms around her, throwing a playful wink towards the camera.
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2nd minute - Silent treatment:
The triplets and Y/N were at Target buying the drinks that the boys would use in the channel's next video. Nick had his vlog camera in hand, recording bits of their little trip, just like they used to do.
The four of them had decided to split up to optimize their time, as Y/N needed to get some things that had run out at their house. With that, Y/N and Matt went one way, while Nick and Chris went the other.
At some point, Y/N approached Chris and Nick with a giant pout on her lips and arms crossed, her heavy steps against the floor drawing their attention.
"Uh oh, what happened?" Nick asked upon noticing her upset expression, focusing the camera lens on her face while frowning in confusion.
"Matt is ignoring me." Her pout deepened, her eyes dropping to the floor momentarily. "I just wanted to get a Diet Coke, but he said we would get that later and that the focus now was on the video stuff." She explained in a defeated tone. "But I said I felt like it, and he told me to stay quiet and just do what you said, and then he started ignoring me and giving me the silent treatment-"
The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her, her eyes quickly looking up to the source of it, seeing Matt approaching with a basket with 10 cans of assorted drinks, and at least 15 cans of Diet Coke.
Y/N's eyes filled with tears when she saw him and what he had picked, lowering her crossed arms and watching him with hopeful eyes.
"Matt! What did we talk about giving the silent treatment when you're mad?" Chris raised his eyebrows, resting his hands on his waist in a playfully confrontational gesture.
The brunette rolled his eyes, completely ignoring him and approaching his girlfriend.
"I'm sorry, babe. It was childish of me to ignore you. But look, I got you a bunch of Diet Coke." Matt asked, lifting the basket with the cans before looking into Y/N's eyes, frowning in concern when he saw them teary. "Oh no, don't cry, pretty girl. I'm sorry."
Matt's tone was desperate, his hands dropping the basket onto the floor before wrapping around Y/N, pulling her into a tight hug. He pressed her head against his chest, lowering his own and sealing her temple for long seconds, whispering "I love you" repeatedly, pressing several kisses to the same spot.
"Ugh, how can you two be so disgusting even when you're fighting?" Nick's voice sounded from behind the camera, the lens shaking as he suddenly turned around, leaving that aisle and pulling Chris with him.
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3rd minute - Y/N's birthday:
It was Y/N's birthday, and at her own request, the celebration was being something small, just a little thing with her closest friends, at her house - which she shared with the triplets, one of them being her beloved boyfriend -, without alcoholic drinks, but with several different snacks and sweets, as well as a pink cake, heart shaped and covered in glitter.
It was time to sing the happy birthday song and Nick quickly fished his phone out of the back pocket of his baggy jeans, opening the camera and setting it to record, wanting to keep the memory forever.
"Baby, can you stay by my side?" Y/N asked in a low tone, her eyes focused on her boyfriend, Matt, as she was already standing behind the table in their kitchen.
The cake was in the center with two pink candles filled with pearls in the shape of her new age on top, surrounded by sweets and snacks, as well as several drinks filled with edible glitter and dishes in different shades of pink.
Matt smiled at her request, his cheeks taking on a reddish color in shyness and love, walking over to his girlfriend and positioning himself next to her, his arm wrapping around her waist automatically.
"Wait, let me light it." The brunette interrupted Y/N's next movements, who was ready to light the candles.
Matt quickly did so before straightening up, nodding as he heard everyone start singing the "Happy birthday" song, while clapping and smiling at the couple.
The boy tightened his arm around Y/N, lowering his head so that his lips approached the side of her forehead, sealing her skin for a long time while humming the song along with everyone.
"Happy birthday, pretty girl."
It was Y/N's birthday, but it was Matt who was getting an amazing gift for the fifth year in a row.
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4th minute - Guess the triplets by zoom in pics:
The triplets were finishing the video where they had limited time rounds to guess who it was in the photos shown, just by a small part of their body or face.
"Before we finish, we want to do something different. We'll call Y/N so she can play a round alone. But the trick is: we'll tell her that these are random photos of the three of us, but actually, we'll just show photos of me." Matt explained in a low tone, his face closer to the camera so that the lens captured his words, an eager smile decorating his face.
While the brunette talked to the lens, Chris did the job of calling Y/N and explaining what she would have to do, taking her into the frame after Matt finished speaking.
Y/N smiled slightly at the camera, waving quickly before sitting down in one of the two chairs set up behind the table, keeping her arms on the wooden surface and looking at the triplets expectantly.
"Okay, Y/N, are you ready?" Nick began, scrolling his thumb through the separate photos in a folder in his phone's gallery, before clicking on one. He zoomed in on an almost unrecognizable area, turning the device towards Y/N, showing her the screen. "Who's-"
"Matt." Y/N interrupted Nick abruptly, slamming her hand on the table right after, momentarily forgetting that she needed to tap there before saying the answer.
Chris raised his eyebrows from behind the camera, approaching Nick and looking at the photo quickly over his right shoulder, before taking the device from his hand and searching for the next picture, looking for one that was just as difficult.
"Okay, you got it right, but that one was too easy. Let's see something different." Chris smiled sideways, covering the phone screen with his free hand so that no one but himself could see what he was doing.
Matt rolled his eyes, smirking as his eyes met Y/N's, watching her cheeks take on a red hue under his intense gaze.
A few seconds later, Chris finally chose the photo, zooming in on the area most unlikely to be recognized before doing the same process as Nick, showing it to Y/N.
The girl looked at it for a few milliseconds before slamming the same hand on the table.
"Matt. Again." She smiled smugly, lifting her chin in the air in pride.
Matt let out a loud laugh, clapping his hands momentarily, entering the camera frame, and walking up to his girlfriend's back.
He leaned forward slightly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and laying his head in the crook of her neck, before repeatedly kissing her cheek.
Y/N smiled in shyness at his loving gestures, feeling confused by the sudden actions.
"I said my girlfriend knew me as well as I knew myself." Matt spoke to his brothers behind the camera, smiling into the lens in excitement.
"Wait, was that a prank?"
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5th minute - "We bought the zoo for a day":
The triplets and Y/N were at the zoo for 24 hours, a way of thanking the fans of the Sturniolo Triplets channel for making them reach 6 million subscribers.
Y/N felt over the moon, having grown up with a huge passion for all types of animals, made her enthusiasm triple every time her eyes met a different animal, dangerous or not.
The four were in the zoo's tour car, accompanied by their guide, who stopped in front of certain groups of animals from time to time and briefly explained their species and main characteristics.
Nick and Chris, who were sitting in the seats behind the front ones, listened intently to the guide as they recorded themselves and their surroundings, often focusing the lens on the couple in the seats behind them, Y/N and Matt.
Matt nodded his head every few minutes, wanting to show the guide through the rearview mirror that he was listening to him and understanding his explanation, while his eyes fixed on each of the animals shown.
A huge smile decorated his face, accompanied by his pupils that seemed to shine bright. Y/N's right arm was around his waist, keeping him close.
Her hand caressed his covered skin lightly, gently squeezing it every time she felt him jump in place excitedly, or when he simply waved at the animals, whispering "hi" or "bye's".
God, how she loved him.
The camera, focused on Nick at the moment, captured the image of the two in the background, recording the cuteness of the couple, who seemed to be in candy land.
Y/N leaned into Matt's side from time to time, her pupils dilating as they ran over his excited, awe-like features. She sealed her lips over his cheeks and jaw every minute, whispering against his skin how much she loved him and adored seeing him that happy.
The girl also laid her head on Matt's right shoulder sometimes, squeezing her arm around him and pulling him closer - if that was even possible.
That only intensified Matt's happiness, who smiled so big that his eyes closed, shrugging his shoulders in shyness and enthusiasm.
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6th minute - Disgustingly cute:
Nick and Chris were in the living room as they spoke to the camera, explaining what they would do in that vlog, which would be posted next Wednesday.
Chris remembered that they had to call for Matt, commenting that the boy was still in his room and that they had been calling for him for over 20 minutes already.
Nick rolled his eyes, muttering something like "I don't know what I did to deserve this shit" in an ironic tone, walking quickly to Matt's bedroom door, turning the camera so that the lens captured the environment inside.
His free hand worked on turning the handle, pushing it quickly, hoping to give Matt a scare.
He just didn't expect to see Y/N still lying in bed - which left him confused, as he imagined that the girl would already be at the market, since there were some things that had run out on their house and she told him that she would get new ones while they were filming.
The girl was dressed in the clothes she would wear to go out, her makeup and hair done, and her face carrying a defeated expression. Meanwhile, Matt was lying on top of her, all of his weight against Y/N's body.
His face was buried in the crook of her neck, only the sight of curly brown hair apparent. His back rose and fell slowly, on the rhythm of his calm breath.
Matt's body was covered by the sweatshirt set he would be wearing for the video, and Nick quickly understood that they were ready for the day, Y/N about to leave, when Matt interrupted her for a lovey dovey session.
Y/N had her eyes closed and a smile resting on her face, seeming to dive into the moment. Her right hand was in Matt's hair, and her fingers threaded through his curls, massaging his scalp. While her left hand was on his back, traveling from his shoulders down to the small of his back, and back up again.
Every second, it was possible to see Matt moving his head slightly, and a sound of lips sealing against skin sounded throughout the room, making it clear that he was kissing Y/N's cheek or neck.
Whispers of "I love you" and sweet nothings were occasionally released from their lips.
"Matt, I'm going to fire you if you don't get up now and do your job." Nick's voice sounded like thunder between the four walls, scaring the couple.
Matt quickly sat down between Y/N's legs, turning towards the door with wide eyes, while Y/N opened her own eyes abruptly, her right hand flying to her chest, feeling her heart racing under her skin.
"You are crazy." Matt shook his head, moving to get up from the bed, casting a sad glance at Y/N, longing to return to her arms.
"And you guys are disgusting." Chris added, smiling roguishly, letting it know that it was a joke. "Y/N makes Matt a softie. She has him on a leash, I swear."
"Shut up, Chris."
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7th minute - Gamer boyfriend:
Y/N felt her shoulders heavy from the extremely busy day at work. All the tasks placed on her duty made her almost go completely insane, and all her body asked for was her bed and her boyfriend's arms.
So when she got home, the first thing she did was go up the stairs and enter her shared room with Matt, her movements almost robotic and automatic.
The sound of voices echoed low from one of the corners of the room, and Y/N quickly noticed that Matt was sitting in his gaming chair, his arms resting on the computer desk as he played one of his addictive games.
His eyes were fixed on his computer screen, his ears covered by the headphones from which the voices were coming from.
Y/N smiled slightly, feeling her heart warm by finally seeing her boyfriend. She quickly grabbed a set of the boy's sweatshirts and left the room, going to the bathroom, where she took a shower faster than usual - just wanting to be able to sleep as soon as possible - and got dressed.
As soon as the girl entered their bedroom again, she noticed Matt talking into the microphone of his headphones, and she quickly understood that he was streaming, probably with his brothers and on Twitch.
Y/N walked slowly towards her boyfriend, touching his right shoulder lightly, alerting him to her presence.
Without the two noticing, the chat went crazy from the moment the girl appeared in the frame. Miscellaneous comments about her or the two of them as a couple were sent so quickly that if Matt were watching them, he wouldn't be able to read any.
Matt lifted his head quickly, lowering the headphones so that it would hang around his neck, a big, bright smile appearing on his face as his pupils instantly dilated.
"Hi baby! I didn't notice you coming." The brunette's voice came out in a low tone, his eyes taking note of his girlfriend's tired expression and tense shoulders, his eyebrows almost automatically furrowing in concern.
"I arrived just now, I just came in to get some clothes so I could take a shower." Y/N whispered in response.
Matt smiled as he saw his own clothes covering his girl's body. The boy lifted his arms, encircling her waist and pulling her closer, sealing his lips lightly over her covered waist.
"Do you want to go to sleep?" The brunette asked, tilting his head back so he could see her face, ready to just turn off his streaming if she said yes.
"I do, but I want to be with you more." Y/N spoke, raising her right hand quickly, interrupting Matt before he could even consider stopping his streaming. "I don't want you to stop it... Can I just sit on your lap while you play?" Her tone was vulnerable, her tired eyes looking into Matt's expectantly.
"Of course, my love. Always." Matt quickly responded, nodding his head as he moved slightly away from the table with the help of the soles of his feet against the floor, opening his arms, waiting for his girlfriend to fit between them.
Y/N smiled in gratitude, positioning herself between his thighs before sitting on his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms hooking around his shoulders, getting comfortable.
She sealed her lips against his right cheek in a lingering kiss, stroking the soft skin with the tip of her nose, before laying her head in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily and finally closing her eyes.
Matt kissed the top of her head for some seconds, arranging his headphones against his own ears again, giving a shy smile to the camera.
His right hand traveled to the mouse, pressing play on the game again, while his left hand caressed Y/N's back, helping her get into dream land.
He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he watched the chat go as fast as he thought it be possible, keeping his focus on the game.
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8th minute - "Trying and guessing 21 different drinks":
The triplets were recording the video that would be posted that Wednesday, where they had to try 21 different drinks - some that they are used to drinking every day, others that they have never even tasted - and guess what which one was.
Y/N was participating in the video as a special guest. She had a feeling she would do poorly at the task, since she wasn't used to drinking anything other than Diet Coke.
Nick had decided to leave her for last, telling her to rearrange the positions of all the drinks in each of the boys' rounds.
Soon, it was her turn. She cast a quick glance at Matt, concern and nervousness present in her expressions. The brunette just returned it with a quick wink, waving his hand as if to say "you can go", waiting for her to leave the kitchen so he could rearrange the drinks.
Before calling her back, Matt surreptitiously took a photo of the position of the drinks, quickly putting away his phone, finally calling for his girlfriend.
Y/N returned to the kitchen with a tense smile, stopping in front of the table and behind the drinks, looking at the triplets, waiting for them to give the go-ahead.
Given the start, the girl bent down to take a sip of the first drink, her expression brightening and her eyes instantly widening as she tasted her favorite drink.
"Diet Coke!" She quickly said after rising from her slightly bent position, pulling out the paper with the image of the soda.
"Okay..." Chris muttered, nodding his head in confirmation. They knew she'd get that one right since her obsession with the drink was as strong as Chris's obsession with Pepsi.
The girl bent down again to take a sip of the second drink, momentarily catching her throat before she could swallow the liquid, the horrible taste flooding her mouth.
She stood up abruptly, swallowing the contents roughly, looking at the brothers with a frown, receiving laughter in response. The girl stopped in front of the images for a few seconds, internally analyzing which one it could be.
Her fingers worked on pushing away the images of the drinks she had already drank before and was sure that wasn't the horrible thing she had just drank, staring firmly at the ones that she didn't know.
When her finger went towards one of them, the image of Matt moving his arm around caught her attention. She looked up and saw her boyfriend behind his brothers, trying to get her attention.
Matt, realizing that she noticed him calling out to her, discreetly pointed to the right image with his free hand, his other hand occupied by his phone, which was displaying the photo he took of the correct order of the drinks minutes before.
Y/N smirked, dodging the path her hand was going, picking up the right image and placing it in front of the corresponding straw.
That cycle remained throughout the process. Chris and Nick were in shock, even thinking about the possibility that Y/N had some kind of superpower..
While Matt had a discreet smile on his face, biting his bottom lip to stop the laugh from escaping every time he saw his brothers reaction or the way his girlfriend smiled like a mad woman.
Upon finishing her round, the girl stood in front of the table with her arms crossed, a convinced expression taking over her features as she waited for Nick to confirm how many she got right, even though she already knew the result.
"Look, I don't know what kind of witchcraft you did, but you got everything right." Nick said, his face with an expression of annoyance.
An excited scream escaped Y/N's lips. She ran towards Matt, hugging him tightly while jumping in place.
Matt laughed at her reaction, pulling her closer, kissing the side of her head repeatedly, jumping with her.
"Ugh, I hate you guys."
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Raised to Love - Max Verstappen (Dark Fic)
Words: 6,992 Summary: Drivers are shocked to find out that pretty much rookie Max Verstappen is married. Note(s)/Warnings: This fic is DARK! Taking place between 2002-2017. There's child abduction, mentions/talks of death, mentions/talks of underage sex, mentions/talks of sex, mentions/talks of periods, dubious consent. Jos is both somehow a better and worse person in this. Sophie and Jos are still married, Victoria and all of Maxâs other siblings donât exist. Inspired by Season 4 Episode 13 of Criminal Minds.
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2002
Tears are slipping down her face and she keeps rubbing at her eyes, small whines leaving her, but they wonât stop and her mom isnât rubbing her back, trying to get her to calm down, her dad isnât holding her and she cries harder. She wants her mom and dad, she wants them. But they arenât here. Sheâs alone and in this room thatâs cold and blank and she wants them.
She hiccups, eyes hurting and her hands canât keep rubbing, tired of doing it. Sniffling, she turns on the small bed, burying her face in the pillow, even though her mom always tells her not to do it before turning her over. The tears fall faster now. She wants her mom. She wants her dad.
And now all she can think about is them sitting in the front of the car, completely still, not responding no matter how much she shouted or kicked at the back of her dads seat. How she was pulled out of the car through the window by a firefighter and how another one was talking about how her parents were dead.
They couldnât be dead though, because her grandparents were dead, in heaven, her dad had told her. And they had been talking to each other just a minute ago. They were going to get dinner and candy because she had been a good girl. That thought had made her curl up in the firefighterâs arms, lip trembling, because she had been shouting and kicking the seat, she had been naughty.
And then when she got to the hospital, a nice nurse had given her candy despite her being bad and held her hand as another one cleaned her up. She even let her pick out a stuffed animal to have. It was okay, even though she kept asking where her parents were until another lady had come in. She had crouched down in front of and told her that her parents were dead.
She shakes her head at the memory of the ladyâs face and her words. She didnât want to believe that her mom and dad were dead. But they werenât here, they should be here. They wouldnât ever leave her by herself, alone, and in this room.
Lifting her head slightly, she sucks in a large breath of air, the pillow soaked in her tears and warm. As she takes another breath, she doesnât hear the sound of the door opening and shutting.
She wants to bury her face in the pillow again, but her nose hurts from it and itâs gross and wet. Turning over, sits up, her small legs going up to her chest as she presses her back against the wall. Itâs then that she notices the man in the room with her.
She stiffens at the sight, eyes going wide, and the blank expression that had been on his face softens.
âHello.â
âHi.â She greets, voice quiet as she wraps her arms around her legs.
âYou were crying. Is everything okay?â
Her bottom lip trembles and she shakes her head. âMy mom and dad,â Her voice breaks. âThe lady told me theyâre dead.â
âIâm sorry. Are you waiting for your grandparents or an aunt?â
She shakes her head.
He frowns and then he moves, sitting on the bed with her, though he is at the foot.
âWhatâs your name?â
Her voice is a little louder as she says it.
âMy name is Jos.â
âHi Jos.â
He smiles. âHow old are you?â
âFour.â
âI have a son that turned five recently.â
Her arms loosen around her legs. âWhatâs his name?â
âMax. Heâs at home right now, I think, trying to convince my wife to get a puppy.â
Her eyes widen and her arms drop, legs falling away from her chest. âDo you have a puppy? Iâve always wanted one.â
âNo.â He laughs and she frowns. âBut I want dogs, so does my wife and Max. We just have been waiting.â
âFor what?â She asks, head cocked to the side.
Jos laughs again. âSpecial occasion, I suppose.â
She frowns as one of the things the lady said to her as they were in the car on the way over pops into her head. âJos. Do you think whoever I stay with will have dogs?â
âI donât know.â
Her frown grows. âDo you think theyâd let me get a dog?â
He shakes his head, âI donât think so.â
âOh.â Her voice is quiet.
âBut, Iâm sure I could talk to Anna about you coming home with me. That would be a special occasion. You and Max could both get your own dog.â
âReally?â
He nods. âReally.â
She scrambles towards him, throwing her arms around him. âThank you, Jos!â
âOf course. Now letâs get you to your new home.â
â
âDo you know whoâs coming today?â
Max nods, small brows furrowed together, looking so much like his father, she wants to take a picture. âMy wife.â
Sheâs proud of the way his nose doesnât wrinkle, no disgust clinging to his words. Max thinking girls were gross wouldnât do.
âPapa never said, but is it the one I choose?â
Sophie smiles, remembering how Jos had shown him a bunch of girls and the way Max had seen the one and just kept looking, had easily chosen her. âYes. Papa was able to get the one you chose.â
He smiles and she runs a hand through his hair. âWill they be here soon?â
She spares a look at the clock. âYes. Papa had to drive a bit away, but he should be here soon. Why donât you come and help me set up her room.â
It was pretty much already set up, but Max could rearrange some of the toys and books, place them how heâd like. She expects him to nod, eager, but he looks confused.
âBut mama, if sheâs my wife, why isnât sleeping in my room?â
She coughs to hide a laugh. âYou two are much too young for that, Max. And you donât know each other yet. Maybe in a few years you two can share a room.â In ten years, maybe, she privately thinks.
âBut what if I want to share a room now?â
Her eyes narrow. âMax.â His eyes drop to the floor and she sighs. âYou two could have sleepovers in your room, not every night, but some nights if youâd like.â
He nods, but still doesnât look at her. âCan I go help set up her room?â
âOf course.â
She watches fondly as Max clumsily copies things heâs seen her do when making his bed, adjusting the blankets, fluffing the pillows before he moves onto the small amount of toys she bought, not wanting to buy too many without knowing what the girl did and didnât like.
He frowns at them before heâs darting out of the room, she thinks of calling after him, but she can hear him moving down the hallway and then into what she thinks is his room. Only a minute passes before heâs back, a stuffed animal in his grasp. Walking towards the bed, he carefully places the toy so itâs resting against the pillows and she nearly gasps seeing what it is.
âMax, thatâs Leo.â
âI know.â
âSweetheart, you donât have to give her Leo. Leoâs yours.â
He shakes his head. âWeâll share. I want her to have it right now.â Her heart melts at the answer.
âAre you sure?â She double-checks.
âIâm sure.â
âAlright.â
2008
Crawling out of bed, she shivers as the cold air of her room hits her skin. Wrapping her arms around herself, she tiptoes away from her bed and to her door. One of her arms leaves her to slowly twist the knob, making sure it slowly opens. As soon as itâs open enough for her body to slip through, she does. Her feet taking an all too familiar path.
Opening the next door, she does the same as she did with hers, slipping through the tiniest gap possible before shutting it behind her. The words of the maid ring in her head now that she stands in the room. How wrong this is, how inappropriate it is, how wanton she is. She doesnât know what wanton means, but the way she said it had made her flush, bottom lip trembling as she made herself smaller.
The reminder makes her hunch, teeth finding her lip and she wants to go back to her room, she doesnât want to be wanton. But her room is cold and the nightmare she had is lurking in the back of her mind. And sure this room is cold too, but Max is here. And she knows if she slips under the covers with him that it will be warm and heâll even at least wrap an arm around her if not his whole body.
A shiver hits her and she darts over to the bed, slipping under the covers.
âFlower?â Max mumbles.
âItâs me.â She says, feeling warm on the inside at the nickname he gave her six years ago when she met him.
He makes a small noise and then his whole body is curling around hers and she canât help but sink into it, sink into him.
She tries to fall asleep, but the word wanton just rings in her mind.
âMax.â She whispers.
âHmm.â
She twists in his arms, making them face to face. âWhat does wanton mean?â
âWhat?â His voice is full of sleep and his eyes are starting to open.
âWhat does wanton mean?â
His nose wrinkles, âI donât know. Why?â
âMrs. Loeh told me I was wanton.â
âI,â heâs squinting as he looks at her. âI donât know. Iâll ask my mom at breakfast, okay?â
She nods before pressing closer to him. âOkay. Thank you, Max.â
âOf course, Flower.â
2012
She stares in shock at the blood on the toilet paper. âSophie!â She calls, voice nearly a shriek. She knew what this was, Sophie had told her about her body changing, getting a period, but this. This couldnât be normal. There was so much. It was nearly bleeding through the toilet paper before she let it go.
She hears two different voices say her name, one far louder and closer than the other and she starts to see the door knob turn. âMax, no!â
The doorknob stops. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI need Sophie.â
âFlower, whatâs going on?â The knob started to turn again.
âPlease, no!â She begs and tears are starting to form in her eyes. âIâll tell you later, I just need Sophie.â
She watches as the door knob stays paused and then hears a sigh from Max before the doorknob is released.
âMax, go to the living room.â
She breathes a sigh of relief at Sophieâs voice.
âBut mama.â
âGo.â
She can hear him stomping away and can imagine the frown on his face as he curses in his mind.
A small knock sounds on the door. âCan I come in, darling?â
âPlease.â
Sophie easily slips inside the bathroom, shutting the door behind her quickly. âOh, darling. What happened?â
She looks down at where her legs are pressed together. âI,â she hiccups. âI started my period.â
âOh darling.â And Sophie is right beside her, giving her an affection tap of the fingertip to her temple. âItâs alright. I know, itâs a bit scary, huh?â
She nods. âI donât think Iâve ever seen so much blood.â
âWell, itâs probably that heavy because this is your first cycle. Mine was like that as well, but it lightened up after a few months, and birth control helps as well with that.â
Blood rushes to her cheeks at the mention of birth control. âIâm a late bloomer, arenât I?â
âA bit.â Sophie allows. âI told you about this two years ago for a reason. I didnât think youâd be nearly fifteen.â
âAm I okay?â
âOf course. Everyone is a bit different. If you want though, we can talk about it with the doctor. Make sure that everything is okay.â
âPlease?â She asks and Sophie smiles.
âIâll schedule it right after this. Now, let me show you again everything youâre gonna need.â
She watches and listens intently as Sophie shows her everything. Itâs overwhelming and she wants to cry, just lay in bed, bury her head in Maxâs pillow and cry. Sheâs thankful when Sophie slips out of the bathroom as she still sits on the toilet. Is ever more thankful when as she begins to stand, pulling up her underwear and shorts and itâs like she can feel it wanting to drip out.
The pad in her underwear is weird, but nothing compared to the new weird sensation of feeling like sheâs leaking. It makes her want to sit back on the toilet and never leave. What if she didnât change her pad in time and bled through? The thought leaves her mortified and as she leaves the bathroom after washing her hands thoroughly, she darts into her bedroom, forgetting her promise to Max.
Laying on her bed, she makes a face, trying to find a comfortable position, everything feeling weird. Maybe sheâd buy a pad or a mattress protector, maybe both with how weird this felt. It would help any mess that might happen as well if she leaked.
Rolling onto her side, she smiles at Moos. The ten-year-old dog looks back at her, head resting on her front paws. âWhereâs Freckles?â
âThe backyard.â
She turns, Max stands at the entrance of her room, a look she doesnât think sheâs ever seen on his face before.
âItâs later.â
Blood rushes to her face at the words, at the reminder that she promised sheâd tell him whatâs going on, and she has to tell him. She tells Max everything, always has. And he does the same to her. Itâs why she found out when she was six that Max and her were going to get married, that he picked her. That and he was confused about her wanting to play house and how he had to play the husband because they were already husband and wife in his six-year-old mind.
She nearly smiles at the reminder that Max picked her. Heâs told her a few times over the years about it. The memory is still so strong in his mind, despite it now being a decade ago. The way he had looked at a bunch of girls in an array of photos, but she immediately caught his eye, was drawn to her and the flower behind her ear.
He snaps his fingers and she can feel Moos stand up before she gets off the bed, no longer leaping in her old age. Max moves into the room, leaving the door open as Moos slips out before shutting it behind the dog.
âWhat happened?â He asks, approaching the bed and she cranes her neck to fully see his face.
Her face feels like itâs burning. It feels embarrassing telling Max this, about this, even though theyâve talked about far weirder and gross things. Maybe, and her eyes drop staring at the hollow of his throat as she thinks, itâs because this means they can finally have sex.
The thought alone makes her swallow, breaths turning a little shallow as she imagines it. Max and her have done a lot of fooling around since his birthday last year. He knows how to speed her heart up with just a brush of his fingers. She knows how much he loves the feeling of her boobs pressed against his chest, bare or covered. Their breaths intertwined with soft pants as they move together, at least one piece of clothing still separating them.
Sheâs broken away from the thoughts by a hand under her chin, drawing her face up.
âFlower.â
âI,â she pauses, eyes darting around before settling on his face when she feels his thumb and forefinger gently apply a little pressure to her chin. âI started my period.â
His brows are furrowed for a moment then his face smoothes out, mouth dropping into a âOâ shape, the fingers and hand under her chin disappearing.
âAre you hurting? Cramps?â
âNo.â She shakes her head. âIt just,â and her voice is quieter than before. âIt feels gross, like leaking.â
His head cocks to the right. âEven with the pad thing? Is it not working?â
âIt is. I think itâs just how it can feel.â
âIâm sorry. Can I do anything?â
She glances at the empty space in the bed next to her. âLay with me?â
He smiles, a laugh shaking his body. âOf course, flower.â
2014
âI have an F1 seat.â
âYou have an F1 seat.â
The shock is so clear on his face it makes her giggle and he immediately smiles, but that shock still lingers behind it.
âMax Verstappen,â She begins, watching as his eyebrows draw together, fingers twitching before his hands settle on her hips. âYoungest F1 driver ever, youngest to score points, youngest on the podium, youngest to win a grand prix.â She doesnât know if the last three will be true, but she hopes they will be, thinks they will be.
âYou think so? I mean, itâs just a seat in Toro Russo.â
âItâs not just a seat at Toro Russo.â She laughs, feeling flushed as his hands sneak beneath her top. âItâs an F1 seat, an F1 seat that you will do amazing in. I mean, Max. Thereâs never been an F1 driver younger than eighteen before.â She smoothes the slight furrow between his brows with her thumb before kissing that spot. âYou are going to do amazing and achieve so much.â She pecks his lips. âIâm proud of you.â
His cheeks are pink at her words, her flutters a little at him blushing because of her, like she hasnât seen it thousands of times before.
Brushing her fingers over the apples of his cheeks, she frowns. âMaxy.â
âHmm?â
Her fingertips trail down to his jaw. âLet me get you a skin care routine? Please.â She adds, sticking her lip out a little.
âFlower.â He sighs, his left hand moving to span across the small of her back, pressing her closer.
âPlease? You know I donât care about the acne, but youâll be the youngest on the grid, still in the thick of it. This will help. It wonât be anything complicated, either.â
He sighs, a small smile on his face. âOkay. But promise me nothing complicated. You wonât be there to remind me how to do it.â
âNothing complicated.â She promises, beaming. âIâll even write up a little instruction thing for you and you can call me every time youâre doing it, so we can do it together if you like.â
âYeah? Even when Iâm like eight hours behind or ahead and youâre sleeping.â
âEven then.â
âOh.â She presses up on her toes in excitement and Maxâs smile widens seeing it. âI got us new sheets.â
âNew ones?â
She nods.
âCan I see them?â Voice going a little low and heâs thankful that his voice doesnât crack. She never laughed when it did, but it was still embarrassing.
Her teeth find purchase in her bottom lip for a second, before she nods. âYou can see my new underwear too.â A giggle leaves her at the way he groans, hands pressing her body closer and against his bulge.
2016
Max stares at the ceiling as his dad talks to someone on the phone. This is what they wanted. They wanted him here in the Red Bull seat. Getting here this early was amazing, proving how good he was in an F1 car. And escaping the nightmare that was Carlos and his father was also a plus, even if both of them had taken to glaring at Max every time they saw him.
Max was pretty sure they were betting on him crashing out this race, costing Red Bull money, and then heâd get booted back down and Carlos would get called up. He shook his head at the thought. That wouldnât happen. He was good, heâd prove he should be in this seat, should be here this early. Because he did. Max was talented no matter what the other drivers said, or the journalists or the legends who told him he had no business in their sport. His jaw clenches, holding back a scoff. Their sport.
It makes him more grateful to his dad and mom. They had told him, prepared him for not being liked. He was aggressive on track, abrasive off to people he didnât know well. They knew it would make things harder and they had made sure he knew that too. Heâs grateful for his wife as well and he wishes she was here now with him for his first F1 race in the big leagues.
He had wanted her there for his first race at Toro Russo, but that hadnât been an option. But now? Now that he got promoted up, maybe, he looks at his dad considering asking him before shaking his head. His dad would never go for it. Not because sheâd be too much of a distraction but because they didnât need to deal with more media attention, Max was more than sure of that. He nearly shudders thinking of when he had arrived at the track yesterday and today.
âMax.â
He sits up, spine straight. âIs everything okay?â
His dad smiles and Maxâs shoulders loosen. âYes. I have to go and meet a friend quickly. You will stay by Christian or Helmut if you leave the garage, understood?â
âYes sir.â
âGood.â He nods. âLook over the data. We donât need you crashing out in free practice of all things.â
He dives into the data as soon as his dad leaves. A thread of curiosity is in the back of Maxâs mind as he looks it over. Talking to all the mechanics and engineers, getting a feel for them, just like he knows they are getting a feel for him.
When Helmut calls him over he wonders if by friend his dad really meant a friend of Helmutâs. His dad didnât have many friends after all.
âHow are you feeling?â
âGood.â Max nods. âI havenât gotten into the car yet though.â
The older man nods, frowning like he nearly always is on race weekends. âYouâll do fine.â
âI will do my best.â
Helmut nods and Max takes the silent dismissal.
Standing towards the back of the garage, he looks at the track data displayed on one of the bigger screens. Seeing it displayed so large and clearly makes him breathe a little easier as he looks at it all. He doesnât get to look at it long, however. The sound of his dad asking where he is breaking him away from the data and he steps out from where he had been tucked away.
His mouth opens, ready to greet his dad, but it clicks shut at the sight of her.
She smiles at him, but itâs just a bit wrong, too tight at the corners. It makes his chest ache, makes him want to snap and tell people to stop looking at her, makes him want to whisk her away so he can see his smile. âHi Max.â
The quiet sound of her voice makes him move, striding towards her. âFlower.â He breathes just a step away from her before he brings her into his arms and she melts into him as he hides her face away from everyone else. âWhat are you doing here?â He asks, lips pressing to the side of her head.
âJos got me a flight here. I couldnât miss this race.â
His eyes flicker to his dad whoâs standing behind her, looking at them, easily ignoring all the eyes of the Red Bull garage on them and the whispers that are starting. âThank you.â He murmurs and his dad nods.
He pulls away just enough to look at her, his hands now framing her waist, hers resting on his chest. He feels breathless looking at her. Dressed in some pants, a shirt that he remembers his mom buying her last year for her birthday, the shoes that match his, sheâs gorgeous and he canât help but quickly kiss her. Their lips connect for just a second, but itâs long enough for her hand to land on his cheek, for him to feel the warm metal of her wedding ring and band.
âI missed you. Missed you so much.â He tells her as soon as they are in his driverâs room, alone.
She smiles at him, hands cupping his face, and he canât help but lean into the touch, into her. Happy to see her smile, his smile. âI missed you too. How are you feeling?â
âNervous.â He admits. âBut Iâm ready. I can do this. Iâm ready for this.â
Her smile seems to grow. âYouâve got this.â
âWill you watch from the garage for me?â
âWill Jos be watching from there?â
He nods. âAlways does.â
âThen yeah, Iâll watch from there.â
â
Daniel looks at the slip of a girl standing next to Jos, intrigued. She was young, as young as Max if not a bit younger, but more importantly she was hot. Nudging his new teammate, he tilts his head in her direction. âYou never said you had a sister.â
The eighteen-year-old just looks at him and Daniel hates the way itâs somewhat unsettling. He was twenty-six, there shouldnât be any reason for it to unsettle him. But as Daniel looks back over, he supposes most eighteen-year-olds donât have dickhead near abusive dads that are Jos Verstappen. âI donât have a sister.â
âReally? Hot cousin then?â
âNot my cousin either.â And before Daniel can say anything else Max is walking away from him over to his trainer.
âAlright then.â Daniel mutters to himself, eyes lingering on the girl before he goes to his own trainer.
â
âDaniel thinks youâre hot.â
Blood rushes to her cheeks and the shirt in her hands falls onto the floor. âWhat?â
âDaniel, before we got into the car for FP1, he was asking me about you.â His face is burning with anger.
âThought you were my sister or my hot cousin.â Max scoffs.
âOh.â Her voice sounds lost and her arms wrap around herself.
The anger softens on his face at the reaction and he wraps his arms around her from behind, exhaling when her arms loosen, hands resting on his arms, fingers stroking his skin. âYouâre mine.â He breathes, dipping his head to press his lips against her neck, barely resisting the urge to leave a mark.
Her breathing comes out shaky and in her next breath, his pinky finger starts to dip below the waistband of her sleep shorts. âIâm yours. Iâve always been yours, Max.â
â
Max is shell shocked. Heâs celebrating, screaming, throwing himself into the arms of his team, but behind his helmet, heâs shocked. He had hoped for points, dreamed of a podium, but a win? A win? That had never been in his wildest dreams for this weekend.
Heâs guided over to the weighing station and then the first spot, a member of the team talking to him. His hands donât shake as he removes his helmet and gloves. They donât shake as he removes his balaclava either. Not when he clasps a few driversâ hands. They shake as soon as he sees his flower.
Sheâs standing next to his dad, crying, nearly sobbing. He can tell from the pattern of her chest moving up and down. And he knows that he should be going over to get interviewed, but he ignores the team member trying to guide him, darting over to her. The people surrounding her, all wearing Red Bull shirts, cheer, patting him wherever they can reach, but heâs only focused on her. His hands enveloping her face as he kisses her.
She gasps into the kiss, her hands settling on his biceps before moving down to his wrists, fingers wrapping around them as she returns the kiss.
âYou won, Max.â Sheâs breathless when they break apart. âYou won.â
He grins at her, enjoying the shine to her eyes, the width of her smile. âI won.â Itâs breathless as well, and a laugh follows it. âI won.â
âYou won.â She laughs, quickly pressing another kiss to her lips before pushing him away. âNow go.â He nods, but leans in for one more kiss before leaving her to go to the post race interviews.
The questions are a blur to him and so are his answers. Except for the final one.
âIs there anyone you want to thank?â
âThe team of course. I mean really without them this wouldnât have been possible, we hoped for a podium, for points, a seemed out of reach with how the Mercedes have been performing though. My dad and mom as well. And my girl.â As he continues he fails to see the reactions from people with those two words, my girl.
The person interviewing himâs eyes are wide, almost having stumbled back. Nearly everyone from Red Bull has their jaw on the floor. Daniel though already feeling pissed from Max winning and not him has more anger coursing through him. Because seriously? He had been eyeing her up since Friday and she was with Max apparently? Max of all people? He scowls as his eyes land on her, she is far too pretty to be with Max.
Sebastian at the weighing station let out a disbelieving laugh, adrenaline was a hell of a thing and he hoped for Verstappenâs sake that the girl he kissed didnât take his words to heart of him calling her his girl. Heâd cool down later and most likely get embarrassed by the slip. Perhaps even angry, he was the type, after all.
A few of the other drivers share looks, shaking their heads and murmuring to each other that it wasnât going to end well. It was a hell of a thing to say after getting a win, your first win, but PR was going to be all over him after and they all winced at the thought of what statement heâd have to make and put out in the next few hours or days.
His former teammate scoffs, âbullshit.â he spits. It should have been him in that Red Bull seat if anyone was going to replace Kyvat. He and his father had banked on Max doing something stupid, crashing the car, finishing out of the points, so he could get the seat like he should, but Max just couldnât do that. Had to have a one-off fluke of a race. And now he was claiming he had a girlfriend. Probably some sort of PR stunt to make him look better, more stable, like an adult and not a kid squeezing his way into where he shouldnât be.
Kimi lets out a small chuckle, one that Sebastian hears but doesnât question him on. Of course, the kid would let it slip that he had a girlfriend. He had been hoping that Max would have made it until the end of the season or even next season, but it was fine. Kimi would just have to make sure to not make another bet with Minttu, it was getting a little embarrassing how much he kept losing to her. At least Kimi considers, he didnât let it slip that they were married.
âWell, sheâs pretty, Iâll give him that.â Jenson comments, looking at the girl Max had kissed, the one that must be his girl.
Fernando chuckles. âShe is jail bait.â
âAnd taken.â He eyes her. âIâm a bit surprised he hasnât mentioned her at all. I didnât even know he was seeing someone. Did you?â
The Spanish driver shrugs. âWe talk about racing not personal. And yes.â He adds. âI am shocked. Mainly because of that.â He nods his head in the direction of Jos, still stern faced, though Fernando had caught a smile on his face earlier.
Jenson lets out a sharp whistle. âYeah, that is the surprising part. Wonder what Max had to do to get his dad to agree to that.â
He shudders, âI donât want to know.â
âYeah, best not to think about it.â
Max lets the podium celebrations wash over him, laughing when Kimi claps him on the shoulder as they leave, murmuring his congrats. Walking back towards the cool down room, out of sight from fans and cameras, Max takes a deep breath, heart still racing inside his chest. This was unbelievable.
He follows the FIA official as they direct them through another room, this one filled with some team personnel and such and his grin widens, feet picking up their pace as he scoops her into a hug, ignoring her squeal of protest.
âMax! Youâre dripping in champagne.â
He holds her tight to him, face buried in her neck. âGood. Means you can shower with me.â She doesnât say anything to that, but he knows that heâs flustered her with his whispered words. It makes him chuckle and he puts her on her feet, keeping her close, though. âI love you.â He murmurs.
âI love you too.â
He makes them keep standing there, his face still in her neck, at least a dozen eyes on them, but he needs this. Needs to hold her, needs to breathe her in, needs to feel her against him, needs her to calm him down. He wants to stay there forever, but before anyone can interrupt them, he pulls away. Pressing a kiss to her forehead before he lets her go.
âGo wait in my driverâs room, while I finish up.â
She nods, flashing him a small smile, before walking over to his trainer, who nods at him before guiding her out of the building and he knows to the Red Bull garage.
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âMax, during your post race interview, you thanked quite a few people including and to quote you, my girl. Was that the girl you kissed today?â
Max is happy heâs already flushed from winning that they canât see the way more blood rushes to his cheeks at the question. Red Bull had told him to expect at least one question that was personal during the conference because of the kiss, but he hadnât been thinking itâd be so early.
âI think we have to remember,â Maxâs eyebrows furrow at Sebastian speaking and he glances at the older driver. âThat adrenaline is a hell of a thing. And we canât hold something the kid says in the rush of a moment or does really against him.â Sebastian finishes before giving Max a wink, making his brows furrow more.
Was Sebastian trying to say that he didnât mean to thank her, didnât mean to kiss her? He can hear a few reporters mumbling, the scratch of pens against paper.
âTo answer your question,â Max starts. âYes, the girl I kissed was the one I thanked, that I called my girl. Weâve been together a while, sheâs seen my whole career in karting now single-seater. She deserved thanks.â
Kimi lets out a small chuckle, leaning forward a bit to look around Max and see the puzzled expression on Sebastianâs face. Served the German right for thinking that Max misspoke and acted while high on his win.
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âNo girlfriend?â Daniel asks Max as they head into debrief.
âWhat?â
âNo girlfriend?â Daniel repeats himself. âI havenât seen her yet. She not here?â
Max sends him an odd look, âIf you mean Y/N, no. She isnât.â
He scoffs. âOf course, I mean, Y/N. Unless youâve got more than one girlfriend. And if thatâs the case, I call dibs on Y/N.â
The younger stops in his tracks, grabbing a fistful of Danielâs shirt and yanking, making him stop as well.
âWhat?â Daniel laughs. âSheâs hot, pretty, whatever you want to call it.â His laughter dies when he catches sight of Maxâs face.
It was the face that everyone loved to talk about. The first thing that had been brought up when it was announced that Max had gotten an F1 seat. It wasnât his age, though that was a close second. It was the look heâd get if something didnât go his way on track, if someone smashed into him, made a risky move. It was the face that had to have been born from all the near fucking abusive shit that Jos was rumored to have done to Max.
It was narrowed eyes, glare sitting heavy and Daniel could feel sweat gathering on the back of his neck at the sight of it. Nostrils flared, lips in a thin line, but somehow Daniel just knew that as soon as Max spoke his mouth would look like it was gathered into a snarl.
Seeing it and seeing it directed at him, reminds Daniel how all of them had joked in 2014 about how Max was going to be so scary, just scare them shitless. It had been jokes because despite the rumors they had heard, the stories they had been told, none of them really believed it. It wasnât because Max couldnât have been some hotshot on the track with an aggressive style, refusing to back down and winning because of it. No, it was the fact that people thought anyone of them would be scared of it, would be wary of him, that made them all laugh. And then theyâd seen him in an F1 car and suddenly all those rumors and stories came rushing back to them, because fuck they have might merit in them when it came to Formula 1 after all.
Daniel has the urge to reach for his phone and call Julesâ godson, Charles, and ask how the fuck he managed to race against Max for so long and never get terrified of him, on or off track. But before his fingers can even twitch to reach for it, Max is speaking and god, he does look like heâs snarling.
âDaniel, if you mention how my wife,â The Australian driverâs eyes widen and the word fuck starts bouncing around his head. âLooks hot one more time, I will crash into you, and I will take the fine, the penalty points, the promotion down, or the loss of my seat.â
âOkay.â Daniel clears his throat, the word coming out high-pitched. âGot it. Iâll stop talking.â
Max releases his shirt, fingers flexing, jaw shifting before the murderous look he had disappeared. âGood. Now letâs go, we are probably late for debrief.â
Daniel nods, silently following his teammate while the words what the fuck echo in his mind.
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âSo, Max is married.â Daniel says, as he sits with a bunch of drivers, downing a shot. âYeah, Y/N, not his fucking girlfriend.â
âDaniel,â Jenson looks at the younger, eyebrow raised. âWhat exactly did you do?â
He winces, throwing another shot back and fuck he shouldâve grabbed more than two. âCalled her hot in front of him, again.â The last word comes out as a whisper, but the whole table hears it and they all shake their heads.
âDude.â
âI know! But like the first time I didnât know, alright? It was Spain, before free practice, I thought she was like his little sister or cousin. This time, I shouldnât have done it, there happy?â
Kimi shakes his head. âI think the kerbs are going to your brain.â
Daniel scowls at the Finnish driver, but Sebastian thankfully steps in before he can tell him where to stick it.
âWhat happened this time? When you called her hot? Which to be fair she is.â
At Sebâs agreement, Daniel canât help but shoot a look around, despite knowing that Max was in his hotel room and probably talking to his wife. The thought makes Daniel frown. âHe, uh, he told me heâd crash into me and happily lose his seat if it came to it for crashing into me.â
The other four drivers look at him, Sebastian and Fernando looking with disbelief, while Kimi looks unsurprised, same with Jenson. âAre you sure you just called her hot?â Fernando checks.
He nods. âAnd pretty. I think it was pretty, hot, whatever you want to call it.â
âI donât even want to know the context.â Kimi murmurs.
Daniel opens his mouth ready to say but gets a tap to the back of the head, making his mouth shut. âLetâs not do that tonight, alright.â
Itâs near instinct to fight the words, because why not tonight, but he slumps in his seat, nodding at Jensonâs words. He didnât have the energy for it anyway.
2017
âMax, put up a hell of a fight.â
Maxâs eyebrows raise, âI didnât know you knew my name.â He murmurs, the microphone still catching it, however.
Lewis lets out a laugh. âItâs your second win, right? Lots of pretty girls here to celebrate with tonight.â
The slight smile on his face from Daniel trying to poke at his ribs vanishes at Lewisâ words and he can hear Danielâs sharp intake of breath, the journalists coming to life a bit. âWell, I donât think my wife would appreciate that.â Itâs deadpan, or at least he tries to make it deadpan, he didnât actually want to make his PR officerâs life hell, but he knew there was a bit too much steel in it.
âYour what?â
Daniel leans forward, peering around Max. âDude, where were you last year? It was all anyone was talking about at COTA.â
âYou got married at COTA?â
âI got married in February 2016.â
âArenât you like twenty?â
Daniel peers even more around Max. âOnce again, where have you been for the last year, two years?â
âWell,â a voice interrupts. âI think we can call this press conference to an end. Let Max celebrate his win and let Lewis come to terms with things.â
âCome to terms is putting it lightly.â
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Welcome to the Party
Summary: whatâs worse than your older brother?âŚ..his extremely attractive best friend
an: this Ellie has been living rent fucking free in my head and I absolutely cannot carry on any longer without writing about herâŚ..also my last Ellie fic was sickly sweet I need some mean!Ellie to soothe the burn đ (also credit to @absdoll for writing Ellie as someone who listens to PartyNextDoor?? That is a HUGE reason that inspired me to write this bc that is absolutely so very accurate)
Warnings: SMUT!!! MDNI!!! 18+ ONLY!!, angst!, toxic!Ellie, mean!Ellie, brothersbestfriend!Ellie, Ellie is just all around a piece of shit in this one idk, oral (r!receiving), mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, Usage of the word slut, slight degradation, thereâs a brief scene with reader and Jesse but they arenât flirting I promise Ellie is just delusional, pls lmk if I missed anything!
âPlease honeybee? Itâll only be for a little while. Your father and I will be back before you know it, just in time for you to go back with your friendsâ your mothers voice rang through the phone, her tone gentle and reassuring as she spoke to you.
You exhaled loudly in annoyance, toying with the hem of your sleep shorts as you laid in your bed, a soft pout on your face as you stayed silent for a moment, contemplating your motherâs wish.
âBaby? Are you there?â She tried. You can practically hear the way she bites her lip, chewing on the skin as she awaited your response.
âIâŚ.you do realize that Derek is the oldest sibling, right? Isnât he supposed to be the one making sure Iâm not getting in trouble?â You huff out, still holding out on giving her an answer to her request of you.
You hear her sigh over the line at the mention of your older brother. âI know sweetheartâŚbut your father and I just need you to make sure he doesnât burn the house down while weâre away. Iâm sure itâll only be him and Ellie there anywaysâ she tries assuring you.
But the mention of the girls name has your skin running cold.
It makes you pinch the bridge of your nose, inhaling deeply as you truly try to outweigh your options at hand.
Your brother was a fucking moron, and you knew that the minute he heard your parents were going away for the summer, he jumped at the opportunity to âhouse sitâ. It was almost comedic how clueless he was, your parents knowing your older sibling far too well to know that heâd tear the house down brick by brick unsupervised, especially with his partner in crime there with him.
So it left your poor mother to ask her baby (you), to stay the summer at their house, just to make sure things didnât get too out of hand.
The minute she called and asked you to go down there, your entire summer had changed. All of the plans you made with your friends at university, the trips you were to make with them, all suddenly fizzled out as you were faced with the task to spend the summer with your idiotic brother and his bully of a best friend.
As much as you wanted to say no, tell your parents to figure it out or simply tell your brother he couldnât stay there for his break, you simply couldnât find it in yourself to do that. Your parents were amazing to say the least, and the one time they actually chose to go away for the summer in one of the first times since you were born, youâd feel like an absolute villain to take that away from them.
You let out a low sigh before you finally spoke. âIâll be there momâŚ.you wonât have to worry about anythingâ you assured her, the sound of her sighing in relief putting a gentle smile on your face.
âOh baby you are an angel. Your father and will come home as soon as we can, okay?â She assures you, to which you give a gentle chuckle before you nod.
âHave fun, okay? Tell daddy I said hiâŚI love youâ you mumble out gently through the phone, bidding your goodbye to the woman before you hang up, letting out a loud sigh youâd seemingly been holding from the moment your mother asked you to go back home for the summer.
And as you stared up at your ceiling, you began to really think about it all. How bad could it possibly be?? It wasnât like you were all kids still, there was no way Ellie and your brother would torment you the same way they used to when you were all younger, not when you were all adults in college, right?
Right?
You let out a soft sigh as you drove down the familiar road to your parents house, the street quiet as everyone there had similar situations to your mother and father, empty nesters who had time to get away for the summer.
Pulling into the driveway gives you a bit of relief, as you notice your brother hadnât gotten there yet, which you could only chalk up to him and Ellie waking up entirely too late after a night of partying to get to the house at a decent time.
Some things just never changed do they?
Your brother and Ellie had been friends since elementary school, the two of them glued at the hip for almost as long as you could remember. While you really couldnât stand the two of them, you had to say the perseverance of their friendship was kind of remarkable. You couldnât take their bond away from them, no one could.
One day the house was only filled with your parents and your older sibling, the next thereâs an extra person.
Ellie.
Things were fine in the beginning, the three of you would actually play all together for the most part. Sure, they would tease you and leave you out of certain things, but thatâs what older siblings did. You were no stranger to the little sister treatment.
Things changed when they got to high school though.
The two of them started a year before you obviously, leaving you behind in middle school. Youâd been through it with the transition from elementary to middle school, so you werenât too worried. In fact, having the two of them enrolled before you was comforting in a way. It at least gave you a sense of belonging since you knew at least two people there.
But oh were you wrong.
Because in true teenage boy fashion, who the hell would want their little sister trailing behind them? No your brother and Ellie were far too cool for that, the two of them already the talk of the entire school, everyone wanting to be their friend. It was always like that, the dynamic duo absolutely stealing the hearts of everyone around them. They simply couldnât have you asking for help on where your classes were, or even worse, having you eat lunch with them.
You werenât even given the cold shoulder, they were just outright mean. Your brother wasnât so bad, brushing you off and telling you to go somewhere else.
But Ellie? Oh she was vile.
Sheâd say the meanest things to get you to leave, laughing under her breath whenever youâd pass by, sheâd even go out of her way to make her entire friend group ignore you for a week, pretending you didnât exist at all.
Yeah, high school is when things got really bad.
You have up on keeping the familiar sibling bond you had with your brother rather quickly during your time in high school with him, ignoring the both of them when they were around, only really interacting with him whenever Ellie wasnât with him, which was extremely rare.
Soon, you were going off to university, and you were able to live a life that wasnât in your cool older brotherâs shadow. You were able to be you, and thrive in a way that you really werenât able to before.
You loved college for that.
But now you were back home where it all started, without the protection of mommy and daddy on top of that too.
You groaned softly as you finally brought the last of your things up to your room, sighing softly as you looked around at the familiar space, thinking about just how much time youâd be spending there for the next month and however many weeks.
You were almost done filling your empty drawers with your clothes when you heard the familiar roar of your brotherâs black Jeep pull up the driveway outside, a familiar brunette sat in the passenger seat.
The plan was to steer clear of them entirely while you were all there. You were only there for your moms peace of mind, and you truthfully did not care what Ellie and your brother got up to for the summer, as long as it meant your parents house stayed in tact.
However once youâre finished packing and you decide to make your way downstairs to get a feel for things before they both arrive (or so you thought), you were only met with the sound of your brother and Ellie complaining very loudly as they walk in through the front door.
âI told you I donât know! My dad said it was cool if we crashed here, they didnât mention anything about her being here too.â Derek groans loudly, lugging his suitcase in behind him, unknowing of your presence stood in the very kitchen that he was walking in to.
You turn your head to catch the two of them walking in, your brother sighing in defeat as Ellie groans loudly behind him, throwing her head back in annoyance. âDo you know how much of a fuckinâ cock block sheâs gonna be? I swear to god if she tries to so much as complain about the shit weâre having Iâm gonna-â you watch as your brother jabs his elbow into Ellieâs side, trying to get her to shut up once he spots you in the kitchen.
You roll your eyes as you close the fridge door shut. âItâs nice to see you too Ellieâ you sigh out softly as you turn around, resting your forearms against the island counter top, leaning your hips against the edge as you watch the both of them eye you expectantly, your best guess being they wanted an explanation.
âWhat are you doing here?â Your brother mumbles out awkwardly, arms crossing over his chest as he gives neglects to even greet you properly.
You sigh softly before you shrug. âMom called me and asked me to make sure you guys didnât do anything stupid. Trust me, Iâm just as upset as you are that Iâm hereâ you mumble out, eyes casting downwards as your fingers trace along the pattern of the smooth counter top.
Ellie scoffs softly, mimicking your brotherâs stance as her tattooed arms go to cross over her chest as well. âIs this some kind of sick joke? What are you even supposed to do anyways? Keep us in line or something?â Ellie barks out, obviously annoyed and wounded over the fact that your parents didnât trust her.
You have to hold back a laugh, biting down on your bottom lip as you give her a shrug. âThatâs something you gotta take up with the owner of the house, which unfortunately for you is not my brotherâ you hum out, your tone a tad playful as you give your brother a knowing look before rounding the table.
âYour summer is gonna be fine. In all honesty I couldnât give a single fuck what you two do, just do it without breaking anything.â you explain, your tone softer as you eye Ellie for a moment.
You had to bite back a smirk when you caught a glimpse of their faces. Your brother was shocked with the way you were acting, his eyebrows raised and jaw slightly agape as you made your way upstairs.
Ellie on the other hand? She looked like she wanted to kill someone. Here you were, her best friends little sister, practically granting her entire summer a death sentence by your presence, at least thatâs what it felt like. Her eyebrows were furrowed, nostrils flared, and you swore you could even catch her freckled cheeks growing pink with the anger that bubbled up inside of her.
And to be quite honest? It felt good.
Ellie was being ruthless
While you couldnât say you didnât expect it, you didnât think it would be this bad. You of course knew that theyâd be upset about you being there, but your brotherâs reaction to the entire thing was much closer to what you prepared for than what Ellie was exhibiting. He was confused to say the least, but that didnât mean he was rude to you. It was the same as any other time you and your brother were with each other, you werenât close by any means, but you were his little sister.
Ellie on the other hand? She was like a bat out of hell.
You thought when they first got there, that would be the only time youâd get a taste of Ellieâs annoyance with your presence. You were adults after all, and there was no way sheâd make your entire stay there a living hell, even when you werenât the one that had the bright idea of staying there anyways.
Oh were you wrong.
That same night, you decided to make somewhat of a peace offering. You were honest in your words to them earlier, you didnât have any interest in raining on their parade. Ruining their summer did little to nothing for you, even if they went out of their way to taunt and tease you when you were a kid, you didnât dwell on any of that.
You prided yourself as somewhat of a good cook. You took over meals once you were old enough to stand at the stove without your parents doting over you, begging you to not burn yourself. Once you passed that hurdle, you all came to the realization that you were pretty good in the kitchen. You could even recall certain times where Ellie and your brother would ask you to make something for them, further proving your skills.
So while they were both in the front yard playing basketball, you knew theyâd work up an appetite once they came inside. You took it upon yourself to start working on something with what your parents had in the fridge.
You were far too lost in thought once you got into it, humming softly to yourself as you stirred up what you were working on in a pan. You barely heard your brother and Ellie walk in together, chucking to each other at something Ellie was saying. The two were engulfed in the aroma of your yummy cooking the second they walked in, watching as you worked your way around the kitchen to cook something up for the two of them.
âYou cooked?â Your brother asks curiously, moving to rest his forearms on the island as he watched you.
You hummed softly as you nodded, keeping your eyes on the various pots on the stove. âThere wasnât much in the fridge, so Iâll have to go food shopping tomorrow maybeâŚbut I figured youâd both be hungryâ you finally turn around, giving them both a half smile.
Your brother nodded, seemingly opening his mouth to thank you for the kind gesture, his stomach already grumbling for a taste of whatever it was that you were cooking, all of it smelling ten times better than anything heâd been eating for the past two years at college.
But Ellie was quick to cut him off, eyebrows furrowed as she gave you a death stare so intense, it was a miracle you hadnât keeled over from it alone.
âWeâre going out to eatâ she deadpanned, her tone firm and harsh.
It makes you turn around fully after lowering all the spots on the stove, grabbing the kitchen towel you kept nearby and drying your hands off, your hips resting against the kitchen counter as you watched them.
Your brother frowned as he looked up at Ellie in confusion, the man clearly not have gotten the memo.
âWeâŚare?âŚ.but you were just saying how tired-â He mumbled out softly before Ellie landed a hard jab to his side with her elbow, making your brother quickly shut his mouth, getting her message loud and clear.
Ellie didnât want anything from you.
You inhaled deeply, fighting back the urge to stoop down to her level, no matter how much it stung that she was doing this out of spite, simply over something that was asked of you.
âThatâsâŚthatâs fine. I hope you guys have funâ you gave them a nod and a soft smile before you turned around to continue working on the food that youâd be eating alone.
Ellieâs angry expression softened into a frown when you didnât fight back, fully expecting you blow up and make her seem like the victim whoâs getting her summer ruined by some fucking she-demon or something. But you didnât, you simply bid them a good time and turned around to busy yourself with whatever you were doing.
Your brother frowned as he watched you turn around, already feeling bad for not only leaving you alone for the night, but making you eat alone felt even worse.
But Ellie was already scoffing, mumbling softly to your brother to come upstairs with her so they could get changed and leave so they could get something to eat, her eyes lingering on you angrily as she stomped upstairs like a child.
You spent that night alone, eating your dinner with a glass of wine, showering and watching a movie downstairs, silently hoping the pair would have a change of heart and walk through to spend the night with you, acting as a way to kick off the summer on a better note than it was already starting off on.
But they never did. You ended up doing all of that and more and they still didnât get home. You decided to simply send your brother a quick text letting them know youâd leave the porch light on and to get home safe before you went to bed.
That wasnât the end of Ellieâs little scheme of being terrible to you. No, that was honestly only the beginning.
The second time of her being mean was about a week later. You managed to stay clear of the both of them for a few days, busying yourself with getting the house situated for yours, Ellie and your brothers stay. You got a good amount of things done, groceries, laundry, getting your car through the car wash. You even picked up a dozen bagels from yours and your brotherâs favorite bakery in the city nearby, knowing how much him and Ellie would appreciate them for breakfast, even if you knew sheâd bitch once she knew you bought them.
But once all of those chores were done, you found that youâd started to run out of things to keep you occupied. There was no more laundry to do, no more groceries to buy, nothing more for you to tend to that would keep you away from the house.
You were bored out of your mind.
You sighed softly as you laid in your bed, staring up at your ceiling as you toyed with the hem of your denim shorts. You were contemplating what to do, how to entertain yourself in the confides of your bedroom. It was hard because Ellie and Derek spent almost all of their time in the living room, leaving you to either do things outside of the house, or stay in your room.
It made you sad, because you wouldnât have this problem had you stayed at Uni. You wouldâve been outside with your friends, at parties, restaurants, bars. Anything that there was to offer in the city, youâd be there.
Another huff passed through your lips, your arms moving down to rest against your pillow. You were beginning to get desperate, your mind void of any ideas to keep yourself occupied.
You sat up, looking towards your door for a moment before you looked back down at your hands in your lap, your mind falling deep in thought before you finally let out a sigh. You felt ridiculous, forcing yourself to be a prisoner in your own home for your own comfort. Ellie didnât even fucking live here, this was your parents house and you deserved to walk around as you pleased!
So you finally tossed your legs over the edge of your bed, and opened your door to go downstairs.
The second your room door was open, you could hear Derek and Ellie downstairs, the two of them laughing and shouting at each other. As you walked down the stairs, you could hear the sounds of their video game playing through the speakers, paired with the sound of their fingers harshly clicking down on the buttons of their game controllers.
Video games sounded fun.
You hummed softly as you watched them from the bottom of the stairs for a moment before you walked into the living room, simply watching the two hunched over, completely locked in on their current match.
âDonât fuckinâ push by yourself youâre gonna die. Lemme just heal really quickâ you hear Ellie groan out to your brother.
âIâm good! Iâm good I got thisâ your brothers words follow, a blanket of silence falls between the two of them, only to hear your brother and Ellie groan loudly in unison, followed by Ellie sucking her teeth in annoyance.
âI told you not to fucking-â her words are cut short when she notices you in the corner of her eye, the girl deflating as she slouches back into the couch, her eyes back on the screen.
âGreatâŚâ she mumbles out, which you try your best to ignore before taking a spot on the opposite end of the couch, tucking your legs underneath yourself as you nod towards the tv.
âHow many have you guys won so far?â You hum out softly.
Your brotherâs eyes donât leave the tv screen as he responds, fingers already clicking away at his controller the second Ellie managed to resurrect him in the game. âA good amountâŚespecially when Ellieâs here to save my assâ he grins out, which earns an annoyed sigh from Ellie.
You hum softly as you nod, watching as their characters run around on the split screen, the two of them looting and taking out other players as the number of people in the game grows lower and lower, waiting until the game was almost over.
âCould you guys use a third?â You ask softly after clearing your throat, eyes still glued to the screen as you watch them play.
Derek licks his lips as he continues playing, his eyes quickly shifting over to Ellie for a moment to gauge her reaction to your question before he responds.
You and him would play video games all the time together, and there were even times where all three of you would play together. Sure, theyâd do petty shit like leave your character in the storm to die when you needed help or made sure your controller was close to dying, but theyâd at least let you play from time to time.
However, Ellie was quick to speak up and give you a response.
âNo. Youâre shit at this gameâ Ellie quickly responds, pink tongue sticking out of her mouth as she concentrates on the game.
While you can tell sheâs not joking, her words make your brother chuckle softly as he gives her a gentle nudge. âIâm sure one game is fine? Watching her play will be kind of funny to be honestâ he tried, yet Ellie wouldnât budge.
She shook her head firmly. âNah. Sheâs gonna fuck up our winning streak. Werenât you upstairs anyway? Why did you even come down hereâŚ.go back upâ her eyes finally break away from the screen once the game was finished, looking over at you and nodding her head up towards the stairs.
And while Ellie would sometimes chase you away when she was over, it was always in good fun. Sure she was a dick to you but this?
This was so different.
It makes you choke up a bit, eyes widening at her words before you look at your brother, silently begging for him to defend you from the girls mean words.
But he doesnât, he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes and grabbing his own phone to scroll through it so he wouldnât have to be put into the awkward situation of getting between his sister and his best friend.
It makes you inhale deeply before you silently get up from the couch, slip past the two of them, and make your way back upstairs like Ellie told you to, your throat burning with hot tears as you tried your best to hide them from the pair on the couch.
Your brother finally looked up when you slipped passed the two of them, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he eyed Ellie. âI know sheâs annoying butâŚthat was kind of fucked up manâ he mumbles out softly, his eyes lingering on Ellie for a moment only to watch her shrug, her eyes never leaving the screen.
âShut up. She wouldnât leave unless I was meanâŚâ she mumbled out nonchalantly, which makes your brother sigh softly, turning his head back to the screen and starting another game.
You realized that this wasnât a game. This was Ellie being awful to you for the sole fact that you were staying there and being a âcock blockâ, and in her book? That was more than enough of a reason to take her anger out on you.
It made you take one look at your bedroom when you finally got upstairs, tears in your eyes, when you realized that you had to get quite comfortable there, seeing as youâd be spending far more time locked up than you thought you would have.
You managed to avoid Ellie and your brother for the remainder of the week, for real this time. You had no interest in being around them or spending any time with them, not since Ellie made it very clear that she wanted nothing to do with you, and you were the bane of her very existence.
You decided that they could spend their summer like they wanted to, without you there.
Any time you needed something from downstairs, youâd either go and get it extremely early in the morning or late enough at night so that they wouldnât be there, which was hard sometimes since theyâd spend almost the entire night downstairs, drinking beers and eating snacks until they were too tired to go in anymore.
Tonight was different though.
Because tonight was the first Saturday of the summer, which meant anyone and everyone was looking towards your brother and Ellie for a party to kick things off. You knew theyâd do it of course, but you knew it was actually happening once you could hear the faint noise of the two of them setting up downstairs, paired with the roaring sound of your brothers Jeep pulling in and out of the driveway, making multiple runs to the store for last minutes things for the party.
And your plan for the night? You were going to shower early to avoid any awkward drunk run-ins, take a melatonin, lock your room door, and fall asleep with your noise canceling headphones underneath a mountain of blankets. While it would be nice to let loose and party for a night, you wouldnât dare even ask them if you could attend, already knowing Ellie would have quite the mean words in store if you tried that.
On the bright side, this all meant you were responsible for the clean up in the morning.
You let out a soft sigh as you tugged on a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized t shirt, moving to grab your bottle of melatonin gummies before you moved to sit on the bed, wanting to wind down a bit before bed.
Right as you were about to take your vitamin and lock your door though, you heard a gentle knock, making you frown as you looked over at it. Surly the party hadnât started yet? Did you seriously have to put a note on your door to alert drunk idiots that your room was off limits for hook ups?
You frowned before calling out. âGo away! There are other rooms!â You called out loud enough, hoping that whoever was on the other side would get the memo.
Instead, you hear the knob turn, the door creaking open as your brother peaks his head in, making you sigh in relief.
âOhâŚI thought you were some idiot party-goerâ you explain as you scrunch your nose at the mere thought of it before you unscrew the top to your bottle. âWhat are you doing here? You have a party to hostâ you explain before you look up at him, only to find his eyes wandering your bedroom before he shrugs.
âWanted to check on youâŚmake sure youâre okayâ he explains before he finally looks down at you, nodding towards the bottle of melatonin in your hand. âGoing to bed already?â He asks, which you nod to.
âYupâŚtrying to get a heard start before the noise sets inâ you hum out softly before you bring one of the gummies to your lips.
Your brother quickly speaks up before you can take it. âYou should come downâŚfor a little bit. Itâll be funâ he quickly gets out before you eat it. He knew the moment you took it, youâd be lulled away to sleep, and there was no chance in him reconciling with you tonight.
Because in all honesty, he felt horrible for the way Ellie had been treating you. Not only did he fear youâd tell your parents (he knew you wouldnât), but he also felt like he was being a shit big brother for not standing up for you, even if he knew that you knew it was a tricky situation since Ellie was his best friend.
Your shoulders slump at his words, giving your brother an unamused look.
âYour friend wouldnât even let me play video games with you. Do you seriously think sheâd allow me to come down tonight l?â You groan out softly before you shake your head, bringing the gummy to your lips once again. âIâm gonna go to bed. I donât have time for either of youâ you sigh softly.
Your eyes widen when your brother steps forward and slaps the gummy from your hand. âWhat the hell Derek??â You shriek out, which only makes him groan in annoyance.
âItâll be fun! And Ellie will be too drunk or high or both to even notice youâre thereâŚâ he whines out like a child, which makes you roll your eyes.
A blanket of silence falls between the both of you as you think about it, weighing out the pros and the cons of going downstairs and joining everyone, risking the chance of Ellie blowing up on you the second she sees you there, assuming youâre attending for the sole purpose of shutting down her fun.
Derek sighs softly as he moves to sit down next to you on your bed. âIâve been a shitty older brotherâŚand you deserve to have fun this summer tooâ he hums out softly before he leans over, nudging your shoulder gently with his.
âCome onâŚitâll be funâ he urges once more, and it reminds you of when you were both kids, your brother slowly turning into the person that you recognized rather than the person he was whenever he was around Ellie or his other friends.
You finally sigh out softly before looking over at him, giving him a slight nod. âIâll change and come down once I hear the music start playingâŚIâm sure that gives her enough time to get her drunk goggles onâ you hum out playfully as you refer to Ellie.
Your brother smiles brightly, his mimicking your own before he nods. âYouâre gonna have funâ he affirms once more before he gets up to leave your bedroom, closing the door behind him so he could get downstairs and finish setting up.
A soft sigh leaves your lips as you look down at your clothes, frowning at the faded band t shirt paired with the frayed ends of your old sleep shorts.
You needed to change.
It wasnât long until you could hear the faint sound of the loud music booming through the house, paired with the various cars that slowly started piling up in your driveway and along the side of the ride in front of your house, the party guests making their way to your place like clockwork.
You had changed into a pair of baggy blue jeans that hung low on your waist, and a simple white tank top hugged your curves in a way that looked like you put in way more effort that you actually did, wanting to keep things comfortable enough that you could slip out of it the second you wanted to dessert the place for the safe haven that was your bedroom.
The party was in fully swing by the time you made your way downstairs, a person filling up everyone single space as music blasted loudly throughout the entire place. You inhaled deeply, slipping past the growing sea of people to get to the kitchen, and get a drink.
Your eyes scanned the space as you stayed leaned up against the counter, red solo cup pressed against your lips as you babysat the mixture of liquid and soda, people watching as everyone around you became acquainted with one another, your drink making you grow warmer and warmer with each passing second.
Like a stroke of luck, you catch an empty spot on the once full couch. It makes you sigh in relief, once again slipping past the bodies in your house to catch it before someone else does, which you thankfully do. You plop down onto it, bringing your cup to your lips as you rest your head against the back of the couch.
You didnât even realize how drunk you were until Jesse, one of your brotherâs old friends plops down next to you with a loud sigh. The second he was next to you, the strong smell of weed was filling up your lungs, you swore you felt the tiniest bit high from the smell alone.
âIf I so much as smell a blunt, your tv is gonna grow legs and start walking awayâ he groaned out, making you stifle a laugh.
The sound catches his attention, the man turning his head to look at you, his hazy expression slowly tugging into a smile.
âNooo way. I remember you! Youâre Derekâs little sisterâ he gasps out, which makes you hold back a laugh before you nod.
âI am in fact his sisterâ you confirm.
To be frankly honest, youâd known Jesse since high school. He was pretty close with Ellie and Derek, he was actually the only one out of the group of gremlins that was actually kind to you whenever they were all around. However he was currently so far gone, he could barely remember that you two already knew each other.
âMaaan I havenât seen you in so long! He didnât tell me youâd be hereâ he chuckles softly, bringing his hands to his face as he groans softly.
âIâmâŚIâm sorry Iâm so high right now. I can barely thinkâ he apologizes, the man visibly melting into the couch as he lets his hands fall down beside him, staring off into space.
You giggle softly as you shake your head, bringing your cup to your lips as you take another sip of your drink. âYouâre fine JesseâŚthe companies niceâ you nod before you rest your head back against the back of the couch, allowing Jesse to carry on with his belligerent complaints.
You were so consumed with Jesseâs rather entertaining word vomit, that you barely noticed a certain someone eyeing you from the other side of the couch.
Ellie had been there the entire time, too high and too drunk (like your brother said sheâd be) to even notice you had taken a spot at the end of the couch. It also didnât help that she had her current summer fling splayed across her lap, her lips pressed to the girls mouth as they practically swallowed each otherâs faces whole.
And she wouldnât have noticed you either, had it not been for the familiar sound of your giggle ringing through her ear, barely audible over the sound of the loud music booming through the house.
At first she thought she was hearing things, ignoring the noise and carrying on with working her tongue against the girlâs against her. However the second time she heard it, it was paired with a low groan that she could only recognize as Jesseâs, and once she heard that? She had no choice but to break her lips away from the girls, instead allowing her to work her lips against her neck.
The image of your head resting against the back of the couch, looking up at Jesse as his face seemingly lays inches away from yours, your eyes twinkling in the dim light of the room, the edge of your solo cup resting against your pouty bottom lip as you listen intently at whatever Jesse is sayingâŚ
Makes Ellie want to punch a fucking hole in the wall.
Because what the fuck is Jesse doing talking to Derekâs little sister? Why the fuck does he think itâs okay to make you laugh that way when everyone knows youâre off limits? The unspoken rule being something everyone had to followâŚ
No matter how pretty you got as you grew up.
Ellie suddenly canât pay any attention to the pretty girl on her lap, her grip on the girls hips tightening with anger as she watches you smile lazily at Jesse, the drink in your cup clearly making you far too soft and pliable to be talking to someone like Jesse.
Thereâs suddenly a fire burning in her, one that begs for you to look up and see what sheâs doing, see that she has a girl on her lap that isnât you. She wants you to see her kissing the girl, gripping her hips and positioning her however she pleases.
Ellie feels the need to make you jealous
But you never do. Ellie watches the both of you for what feels like an eternity, and you donât once look up and lock eyes for her, not even for a second. Sheâs sure youâre obvious to the fact that sheâs even there, far too consumed with whatever the fuck it was that Jesse was telling you, which couldnât be anything good of course, it was Jesse of all people.
The girl on her lap is getting antsy, tugging at the bottom of Ellieâs shirt, slipping her hand underneath it to run along the skin of her hips, lips itching up her skin to get back to Ellieâs mouth, anything to have the attention that has suddenly been locked into something else.
Ellie doesnât budge of course, her stone cold gaze stuck on you across the chair, a few feet away from her as Jesse chats you up,
She doesnât even know why sheâs staring. She canât pin point why seeing you do something as simple as talk to someone else makes her blood boil to the point where she feels fucking light headed. All she knows is that she canât take her eyes off of you, not when your attention is so dead set on someone else.
The girl on Ellieâs neck whines softly, her hand coming up to grip Ellieâs chin, pulling her down to finally lock lips with her. It makes Ellie groan, and to the girl it probably sounded like a groan of approval, a sign that Ellie liked that she was taking what she wanted from her. In reality, it was Ellie being fucking annoyed.
Ellie kisses her hard, trying her best to shut her up and keep her satisfied so she can break away and keep an eye on you.
You sigh softly, lifting your head a bit to turn and look down into your cup, noticing it had become empty in the span of talking to Jesse. While doing that, you realized how drunk you had gotten from the drink you made, a lazy giggle leaving your lips as you shook your head towards Jesse.
âIâmâŚway too drunkâŚI need to go to bedâ you sigh out, resting your hand Jesseâs thigh as you give him a gentle pat. âTry to sober up before you go home if you do end up leavingâŚ.was nice seeing you Jesseâ you smile at him, only receiving a soft groan of agony before he lazily waved you off, making you giggle softly before you got up off the couch, stumbling a bit before making your way around it to go upstairs.
As you round the corner, oblivious to Ellieâs presence, you donât at all notice the way her eyes trail your path even as her lips work angrily against the girl in her lap.
Or the way she breaks the kiss once youâre out of view, pushing the girl off her lap as her legs begin carrying her up to follow you. âIâll be right backâŚâ she mumbles out to the girl, completely ignoring the way she scoffs once she realizes Ellie was following another girl.
She slips past the crowd of people as she trails close behind you, watching as you fail to even realize the way certain eyes follow your path, eyes that donât belong to her, eyes that have filthy thoughts behind them, only fueling her anger further.
Itâs like a shark stalking their prey. Youâre a dumb, innocent little fish with not a care in the world, happily swimming around other little seat creatures as an apex predator slowly sticks onto your tail, following you to your demise. Youâre bouncing around, giggling softly as you stumble over your own feet, so stupid from the liquor you had, youâd barely even noticed Ellie was following you.
Soon, youâre up the stairs and in front of your bedroom door. You reached up, standing on your toes to get to the little key you left on the top of your door after you locked it before going downstairs, ensuring no one would so much as think to use your bed as a hook up station.
You opened it up, sighing softly as you closed it behind you, moving over to your drawer to grab the pajamas you had folded earlier, wanting nothing more to change into them and get some much needed sleep now that the alcohol had settled in and warmed up your entire system.
Ellie hears you humming softly to yourself as she opens up your door. She isnât even entirely sure what her motive is with this, why she felt the need to follow you all the way up to your room, and to on top of that walk in. It wasnât like you were in any sort of danger, you werenât out on the street late at night all alone, or even at a party at a strangers house. You were a smart girl, even going as far as to lock your door before and after leaving to go downstairs.
Not smart enough to lock it before Ellie could come in though.
You frown softly when you hear your door open, fully prepared to start screaming for your brother the second some creep tried to come in to your room.
You donât have to though, because the second you realize that itâs Ellie standing at your door and not some fucking weirdo, you let out a small sigh of relief.
Which quickly turns into panic once you realize that itâs Ellie standing in your doorway.
âEllie? What are you doing here?â You question the girl, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you let out a soft sigh.
You can hear it already, the way Ellie is gearing up to degrade and berate you for even thinking it was okay to come out of your room and down to the party. You mentally prepare yourself for the nasty things sheâll say, for the way sheâll go above and beyond to ensure you never even think to come down and attend another one of hers and your brothers parties ever again.
But she doesnât speak, not immediately at least.
You watch as she crosses her arms over her chest, tattooed forearms making her look all the more intimidating. Her eyes roam your bedroom as she slowly steps in to take in more of the space after she closes your door behind her.
âItâs nice in hereâŚyou shouldâve stayed putâŚwould have worked out better for youâ she hums out, her tone a bit too casual for the bite that her words manage to get out of you.
It makes you sigh softly, bringing your hand up to rub against your forehead before you speak up. âIt was Derekâs idea, okay? And I was barely even down there. I didnât even talk to anyoneâ you explain to the girl.
She raises her eyebrows, green eyes settling on you as she watches you in surprise.
âDidnât talk to anyone hm? Then what the fuck were you doing with Jesse? Huh?â She barks out, the level of her voice making you flinch.
If you were confused before, this has you in shambles. Your frown deepens as your eyebrows furrow, watching the girl before you quickly speak up to defend yourself.
âWith Jesse? Ellie IâŚwe talked for maybe thirty minutes? And all he was telling me was how much he was greening out IâŚare you serious right now??â You shriek out, watching as the girl slowly made her way towards you.
She ignores your explanation. âDo you know how fucking desperate you look? Clinging on to mine and Derekâs friends?â She spits out, her tone growing angrier and more vile with each word she utters.
And sheâs getting closer to you the more she speaks too.
âItâs fuckinâ pathetic. Youâre fucking pathetic. Donât you get tired of this? Isnât this boring to you?â She questions, tone dripping with annoyance and anger as she keeps going, keeps pushing you.
You donât think youâve ever seen her like this. Sheâs fuming with something you donât recognize and it makes your eyes widen, lips parting slightly as you try to find the words to say before they quickly close once she continues on with her nasty words.
Thatâs wide eyed look on your face lights a fire under Ellie that tells her to keep going.
Sheâs right in front of you now, her nose inches away from yours as she lets out an unamused chuckle, a soft smirk on her face.
âYouâre such a fucking slutâŚyou know that? Begging for attention from your brotherâs friends��.â She hums out softly, her pink tongue slipping out of her mouth to wet her lips slowly. You can barely stop yourself from your eyes shifting down to watch the way she does it, only earning a soft chuckle from the girl.
âDid you go to him because you saw I was busy baby? Is that it?â Her tone is still taunting you, but itâs softer, her voice barely above a whisper.
Suddenly you feel her strong hands snake their way around your waist, pulling you slowly but harshly against her body, making you gasp softly at the sudden and foreign feeling of her body pressed against yours, all of it consuming you too much to even register what it was she was accusing you of.
Her eyes are taking in your features. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, as if she were silently begging you for something you couldnât completely give her, something more.
âIf you wanted me, all you had to do was askâ she sighs out softly.
And itâs like you arenât even there anymore, because once she says that, her lips are pressed against yours in a hot, needy kiss.
Your eyes widened at the feeling of her lips on yours. For a minute you even questioned if you were dreaming, because surly there was no world where this would be happening, one in which Ellie would be kissing you.
You gasped out softly, trying to break away from the girl to ask what exactly it was that she was doing, but she only takes this as an advantage to slip her tongue into your mouth.
The feeling of her wet tongue against yours has you melting, your eyes fluttering shut as suddenly any and all questions and concerns you previously had disappear from your head, the only thought present being how good it felt to have Ellie kissing you.
You finally get a moment to speak when you feel Ellie break the kiss so that her lips could trail down your throat, licking and sucking your skin as her hands grip your hips tightly, fingers rubbing against the exposed skin between the hem of your shirt and the top of your jeans.
âEllieâŚwhat are youâŚâ you manage to get out between moans, enjoying the feeling of the means girls lips against your throat far too much.
âShut upâŚjust shut the fuck upâŚâ her words are muffled against your skin.
You can feel her walking you back towards your bed, allowing her to push you back onto it and crawl over your body once youâre both there. Thatâs when her lips attach themselves back onto yours, her hand coming down to skillfully unbutton your jeans, which gives her a chance to cup your pussy, feeling your arousal soaked panties.
She smirks against your lips, the pads of her fingers pressing against your clothed clit as she gives you a hum of approval.
âWet already? Over one little kiss? God thatâs patheticâŚâ she chuckles out softly as she degrades you for it, which somehow only sends more warmth shooting down your core.
âItâs alright babyâŚIâll take care of you..â she hums softly against your lips before she starts kissing down your body.
Her lips swirl your nipples over the fabric of your tank top, the material growing wet with her saliva. Itâs strange because the feeling is almost more erotic than if she were to do it with your top off. Maybe itâs how eager she is for it? For whatever it was she was planning on doing to you?
You had no idea. But you knew it felt good.
She does this until sheâs settled between your legs, your denim jeans already long gone, her eyes zeroed in on the growing damp spot on your panties. Youâre propped up on your elbows, watching closely as the girl who you were convinced hated you, stares down at your pussy like itâs her last fucking meal.
âYouâre soaked babyâŚfuckâŚâ she sighs out, her tattooed hand coming up to slowly run her index and middle fingers along your slit, the feeling alone making you gasp out before moaning for her.
That makes Ellie smirk, her stormy green eyes flickering up to catch your expressions as her fingers circle your clit slowly. âYeah? You like that donât you pretty girlâŚyou want more?â She questions, her voice so soft and sweet, yet dripping with the urge to tease and humiliate you.
It was so confusing, because you didnât know what it was that you wanted. Youâd grown to view Ellie as someone who disliked you, deeply in fact. You always saw her as a figure of hate and annoyance towards you rather than someone who could ever in their wildest dreams be in this current situation with you.
But it felt so good, it felt so fucking right to have her settled between your legs, her fingers circling your clit slowly, making your head spin, making you feel so dizzy you felt like youâd cry if your aching pussy didnât have some form of attention from her.
âAnswer meâŚâ she practically growls out when you take too long to respond, her dark eyes growing even darker as she awaits your confirmation.
Her tone along breaks you out of your thoughts, and before you can even think all of this through, consider the consequences that will follow a drunk hook up with Ellie?âŚ
Youâre nodding like a fucking bobble head.
âWant it so bad EllieâŚpleaseâŚ.please touch meâ you practically beg, hips bucking for the attention you craved.
You didnât even for a second stop to think what her motives were. Ellie was mean, and she could be really fucking mean when she wanted to. Whoâs to say this wasnât all a sick joke? One that sheâd laugh at hysterically just to get you to say you wanted her, weaponizing the way you begged for her in any instance she could use to keep you in line.
âGood girlâŚrelax babyâŚIâll make you feel real good..â she hums out, her gentle words tugging you away from your intrusive thoughts.
Her fingers tug your panties to the side, an audible groan rumbling from her chest as she finally gets a glimpse as your soaked core.
âFuckinâ look at thatâŚpussyâs practically drooling for me babyâŚJesusâ she sighs out softly.
For a moment, you think sheâs going to leave. Because in the dim light of your bedroom, you watch as she pushes her fingers into her mouth. You watch her with a confused frown as you hear a small click, paired with a gentle buzzing sound.
But once Ellie finally latches her mouth to your pussy, you can feel the foreign feeling of a tiny ball in the middle of her tongue vibrating against your clit.
You donât even have time to fully register what the actual fuck is going on, a loud gasp leaving your mouth as your eyes go wide for a moment before they flutter shut.
Ellie had a vibrating fucking tongue ring
The feeling has you moaning loudly, your head falling back as your back arches, feeding more of your throbbing cunt into Ellieâs mouth, which only makes her moan loudly against your sensitive core.
âFuck! Ellie oh my god! FeelsâŚh-huhâŚ.feels sâgoodâ you gasp out, words broken up with huffs and moans as you struggle to speak.
You want to kick yourself for not noticing it moment ago when she had her tongue playing against yours, the feeling of the smooth ball lapping against the inside of your mouth, only to begging vibrating once she settled her mouth on your pussy.
Sheâs just as fucked out as you are when you finally look down at her, her eyes fluttered shut in what could only be viewed as pure bliss as she licks and sucks your pussy like a woman starved. The image alone makes you reach out and tug a fistful of her hair into your hand, keeping her close as your hips began grinding against her face.
âYeah..rightâŚf-fuckâŚright there Ellie!â You moan out as her hands come up to hold onto your hips, guiding you, urging you to move harder and faster against her mouth.
Begging you to use her.
Your eyes flutter shut as the familiar feeling begins to settle into your lower half, your legs growing numb, hips getting sore as you chase the high that was growing deliciously close every second Ellie worked her skilled tongue on your pussy.
You arenât sure youâve ever felt anything like it. Between Ellieâs fantastic performance with her tongue, and the vibrating tongue ring, your head begins spinning as your orgasm grows closer in an embarrassingly quick amount of time.
âEllie IâŚI canâtâŚyouâre gonnaâŚmake meâŚâ you warn her, your eyebrows furrowed as you stare down at the girl, only to see her giving you an encouraging nod as she suckles your pussy, making sure the little ball on her tongue is working your clit in the most perfect way so that the vibrations can drive you where you need to go.
That alone has you crying out, back arching almost painfully as you cum hard on the girls tongue.
Sensitivity chases soon after, a soft whine leaving your lips as the girl laps up your arousal, tongue ring still buzzing against your tired cunt, making you shy away from the warmth of her mouth.
She chuckles at that, giving your clit one final kiss before she pulls away and reaches into her mouth to click the tiny machine off.
âDid so good for me babyâŚtook everything that I gave youâ she praises you as she crawls up your body, humming softly as her hand comes up to gently hold your face before she kisses you, letting you taste your arousal that lingers on her tongue.
You moan softly into your mouth, head still swirling with a million questions you had for her, all of which she silences with the slow and sensual lapping of her tongue against yours.
She does this as she pushes you back onto your bed, letting you rest against your pillows before she tugs your blanket over both your bodies, her tongue lazily playing with yours as she practically lulls you to sleep with her kisses.
Or so you thought.
Because soon enough, sheâs breaking the kiss, crawling off of your body as she tugs the blankets off of hers. You frown as you sit up a bit, watching as she adjusts her hair and her clothes in your mirror, crouching down a bit before she turns to leave your room without another word.
âIâŚyouâre leaving?â You question softly, confusion and exhaustion laced within your words.
Ellie snorts once she turns around, the back of her hand coming up to wipe away anymore of your juices that might have still lingered on her lips.
âYou thought I was gonna stay with you? Seriously?â She chuckles out softly before she slowly makes her way back to you, leaning down as she gives you a teasing pout.
âMaybe next time princessâŚI have someone waiting for me downstairsâ she winks at you before she swiftly leaves your bedroom, leaving you there with a shocked look settled on your face.
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Forbidden love, has to hide it from everyone around them, likes doing the nasty in places they could get caught (quite the thrill) and they end up getting caught
Could this be a prompt for any of the ones you are currently writing or future ? đŤĄđ
mhm, mhm, mhm, loved it - give me 14 of them. [I knew I wanted to do this pairing for it, and finally got around to it!] also, since we're obviously fluff-city and happy-ending central over here, it's low on angst
Remus the Sibling Stealer
poly!moonwater x Potter!sister who need to find better hiding spots [1.2k words]
CW: first part is mature/18+, NSFW, oral (m receiving), professing love, sibling dynamics
You felt vindicated in your efforts when you chanced a look up at the boys above you and were gifted with the most beautiful image.Â
It seemed Regulus was only still upright thanks to Remusâ grasp around his middle; scarred hands resting languidly at Regulusâ bare hips thanks to the fact that his trousers were currently situated around his ankles.Â
Regulus was wrecked; his head thrown back and resting on Remusâ shoulder and his mouth hanging open in a silent moan as Remus worked another love bite into his neck.
âYouâre missing quite the show, Reg; our girl looks gorgeous from up here.â He murmured into Regulusâ shoulder, earning him a pitiful whimper as Regulusâ neck appeared incapable of lifting the weight of his head.
âCome on, pretty boy; look at her.â He encouraged, placing his palm at the back of Regulusâ head and positioning it so that his face was pointed resolutely at you.
The sight was almost too much for you; Remus looking down at you like you looked good enough to devour whole from above Regulusâ shoulder, his hand roving the expanse of Regulusâ waist, and Regulusâ red and teary face looking down at you like you were both his salvation and damnation.Â
âFuck, fuck, I canât. Iâm- I canât, Iâm gonna-â
You responded simply by taking his cock further into your throat and humming in acknowledgement as you felt him tense.
âFuck baby, Iâm-â
And you swallowed; your throat constricting around him as he fell over the edge, coming with a cry.
You fell back onto your heels as you caught your breath and looked up at the pair; Remus petting Regulusâ hair down from its rather rumpled state as he, too, caught his breath.Â
âMerlin, youâre bloody good at that.â Regulus breathed at last, causing Remus to bark a surprised laugh.
âIs that how you say thank you, Black? Weâll have to work on your manners.â Remus taunted as he patted his hip.
âI thought you Sacred 28 children were raised to be gentlemen.â You teased as well.
Regulus grumbled miserably as he bent down to retrieve his pants. âIâd appreciate it if you refrained from speaking about my parents while my dick is out, amour.â
âDid Reggie just say dick!?â You squealed in laughter. âHow terribly uncouth.â
âWould you lower your voice.â He hissed at you then; tone harsh but face dutifully lovestruck. âLest you wish our brothers to hear.â
âLest.â You snorted as you went to stand; Remus quickly at your side to help you up.Â
âWe really need to tell your brothers soon, you two.â Remus added solemnly, causing both you and Regulus to groan in unison.
âListen, if they find out, itâs me theyâre going to castrate.â
âAnd?â Regulus asked as he buttoned his trousers.Â
Remus glared at him.Â
âBut theyâre so dramatic, Rem.â You whined as you sat on an overturned crate.
Was the secret passageway between Honeydukes and the castle an ideal place for canoodling with your brother's best friend and your brotherâs best friendâs brother?
No.
But when you had brothers like Sirius and James, who had a charmed map of the entire castle that told them exactly where everyone was at any given time (thanks to your horribly stupid boyfriend [boyfriend? Could you call Remus that when the three of you only ever met in private? Youâd have to ask him] who helped create said map), options were limited.Â
âI donât like lying to them.â Remus argued then.
âYou think we do?â Regulus asked, to which you and Remus answered âyesâ quickly. âYeah I do.â He relented.Â
âI really donât feel good about it guys andâŚI, I donât know, I love you guys and I want to be able to love you all of the time, not just some of the time.â Remus admitted softly then.
You and Regulus each seemed completely dumbfounded by both the admission of love and the vulnerability of your [yup, you were definitely going to start calling him your] boyfriend.
âWell how the hells am I supposed to argue with that?â Regulus spat with no ire as he pulled Remus in for a kiss.Â
âWhat do you say, dove?â He asked you as he and Regulus pulled apart. âDo you have an argument for that?âÂ
Yes.
You had plenty.
First of all, you didnât want to share this with your brother because he would react in one of two ways: he could either a) be horrified and try to forbid the three of you from seeing one another or [and perhaps more disturbingly] b) be so overjoyed at the idea of love that he becomes a unwelcome quasi-fourth in your relationship.
But Remus loves you. Loves.
And perhaps more importantly, you love Remus, and this was important to Remus.
Son of a bitch, âFine.â You harrumphed.Â
âYeah?â He asked hopefully around a laugh, Regulus smiling at you as they came to stand above you.
âYeah.â You breathed out as Remus took both sides of your face in his hands and brought his lips to yours.
âMy sweet girl.â He murmured reverently.
You smiled up at him as Regulus pressed a kiss to his cheek.Â
âSo are we really doing this? Are we actually going to tell them?â
âTell who what?â Jamesâ voice echoed through the passageway; the three of you whipping your heads towards the sound to see James and Sirius coming around a corner.Â
And it appeared that, despite your best intentions, none of you were quite willing to actually share the news with your brothers/best friends.
But apparently, you didnât have to.
Apparently, your well rumpled hair from Regulusâ hands, your swollen lips and smudged mascara, Regulusâ belt hanging loose and his uniform shirt still untucked from his trousers, and Remusâ awkward shift in an attempt to hide his bulge which was still at half mast (though falling quickly now) said it all.
âWha-â Sirius started, though the question died on his lips as he continued scrutinising the three of you.Â
âIâŚI donât- I donât understa- IâŚ.â James tried then, also to no avail.Â
Peter - the bastard - took that moment to appear around the corner then, lifting his head from fiddling with his wand to see the three of you standing there being stared down by James and Sirius like you were in some off-brand western standoff.Â
âOh? Oh! Oh⌠are you guys shagging?â He asked ineloquently.Â
That seemed to restart your brothersâ brains as they both shouted âmy brother!?â and âmy sister!?â in unison.Â
âRem, itâs been nice knowing you and your bollocks.â You murmured solemnly.Â
âSeconded.â Regulus agreed before the two of you took off in a sprint down the passageway and away from your brothers, boyfriend, and Peter.
âMerlin, Moony; you really know how to pick âemâŚleaving you to the wolves like that.â Peter laughed as he carried on ahead; slapping a hand on Remusâ back as he passed whilst Sirius and James continued standing there with their mouths agape.Â
âDoes it make it any better to know that Iâm absolutely head-over-heels in love with them?â Remus asked cautiously then.
âMinutely.â James gritted out then, earning him an elbow in the gut from Sirius.Â
âI expect to be allowed two weeks of moping and muttering.â Sirius bargained.
âOne week.â Remus countered.
âNine days.â James tried then.
"Eight?"
"Eleven." Sirius countered.
"Nine." Remus backtracked.
James and Sirius shared a look before James turned his gaze back to Remus. "Deal."
âFuckinâ hells.â Sirius griped as he ran a heavy hand down his face. âThis was not on my bingo card this year.â
âSorry mate.â Remus offered then, earning him a glare from his best friend.
âNo youâre not, you brother-fucker.â
This was going to be a long nine days.
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Burning Love
Request: Yes or No
Summary: As the eldest son and heir to the Iron Throne, Prince (Y/N) Targaryen has many responsibilities; most of which his darling sister hopes to share with him one day.
Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader
TW/CW: Targcest/Incest (Full-blooded Brother-Sister), Aemma lives!! and Alicent is not a childbride, mentions of stillbirths and miscarriages (Aemma's pregnancies)
Collecting HOTD oneshots like pokemon cards at this point
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It was known that Targaryens had... questionable traditions. Traditions those with outsider perspective could only force themself to understand.
There was the act of putting a dragon egg in the cradle of a babe and hoping the egg would hatch sometime soon after to ensure the babe was bonded to a loyal protector they'd grow up alongside of; a tradition started by Rhaena Targaryen, eldest daughter of King Aenys I and Queen Alyssa Velaryon. Targaryens were Dragonriders, bonded with the very beasts they used to conquer the lands and pull them all into one kingdom (with the exception of Dorne, of course). They cremated their dead, a custom from Old Valyria, often with the help of a dragon belonging to their closest kin.Â
And of course, the most infamous and often looked down upon custom, wedding kin to kin. Another custom from Old Valyria that many followers of the Seven turned their cheek upon, for they found the act of wedding siblings to siblings and so forth (apart from cousin to cousin) a sin. Faithful followers could voice their complaints as much as they wished, but Targaryens were kings, queens, princes, and princesses. Nobody could or would stop them from keeping their bloodline pure if they so wished.Â
Descending from a long, historic, and proud family, Rhaenyra grew up listening and learning the tales of those who'd come before her. Aegon the Conquer and his faithful sister-wives, Rhaenys and Visenya; the many rebellions and fighting brought on during the lives of King Aenys I and King Maegor the Cruel; The Old King Jaehaerys who'd chosen her father, Viserys, as heir over his own late heir's daughter, Rhaenys; and of course, the histories written during the early stages of her father's reign.Â
Her beloved older brother had been two when King Jaehaerys named their father heir and three when their father ascended the throne whilst their beautiful mother, Aemma Arryn, carried her in the womb. The fourth person to ever hold little Rhaenyra in their arms had been her brother, closely supervised by their parents and the maester attending the birth, of course. With a healthy son and daughter, Viserys and Aemma hardly needed for more children, but they tried anyway. Their attempts never carried to term, however, and any little ones that did were either stillborn or died mere hours or days after birth.Â
Still, Rhaenyra never needed for any more siblings. Her brother was enough, in her humble opinion. He cared for her diligently, especially during their younger years when he eagerly wished to play with her, even if it meant the two of them being gently scolded at the end of the day for dirting Rhaenyra's dresses with mud and dirt. (Y/N) treated her as his equal, even showing her how to use a wooden sword when he began his training and helping prepare her for dragon-riding on Syrax. His own mount hardly needed much training in the Dragonpit, for the mighty Vermithor's first rider had been the Old King.
As time passed, the siblings were forced apart more often than Rhaenyra enjoyed. She'd made up her mind long ago that she and (Y/N) would one day be wed, and she'd be his formidable sister-wife. Their parents merely chuckled about it when she'd first told them at the age of seven, her squeaky voice and flushed cheeks only drawing cooing from Aemma and sweet smiles from Viserys. The absence of her brother had been stark, his time taken up by training, studying, and spending time with the Small Council, but Alicent Hightower had quickly taken his spot as Rhaenyra's companion.Â
However, in due time, (Y/N) became man-grown, and while Rhaenyra quickly followed with her flowering, as heir and prince, (Y/N) became the most eligible bachelor in all of Westeros. It took time for it to become apparent to Rhaenyra but her eyes and ears opened when she heard their parents speaking of it. Many families, highborn and lowborn, offered their daughters through letters or visits to Kings Landing. Lannisters, Baratheons, Starks, Brackens, Blackwoods, Tullys, and plenty more came forth. Even Otto Hightower made a passing comment about wedding Alicent to him. It was infuriating.
"In truth, I do not understand your irritation, Rhaenyra," Alicent spoke gently, her slender fingers working on embroidery. A flower she'd seen in the gardens, or something along those lines. Rhaenyra hadn't truly been paying attention to her dear friend. She'd been too focused on silently fuming at the sight of her brother showing one of the highborn ladies around the Red Keep. Every giggle, every blush, every bat of her eyelashes made Rhaenyra tick. "It's wonderful to watch one's brother fall in love."
"You wouldn't understand, Alicent." Rhaenyra sighed. "It is like the love King Jaeherys and the Good Queen Alysanne had."
Alicent faltered at her words, her head lifting to eye her friend with a small grimace. "You do remember our lessons, correct? King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne had to wed in secret, for they knew that not even their mother approved in fear of another uprising from the Faith. Nobody has made a fuss over your parents since they are cousins, but who knows what may happen if you wed (Y/N)."
"(Y/N) is everything King Jaehaerys was, Alicent. He is beloved by the Realm." Rhaenyra reminded her friend with a small smile, pushing herself off the cushioned seats and smoothing her hands over the front of her dress. Her earrings swung slightly when she tilted her head slightly to the side, the ends of them brushing against her shoulders. Her eyes tracked (Y/N) as he lifted the lady's hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles before departing. "He will be a good king, and if I could prove it, IÂ would be a good queen. His queen." Her feet began moving automatically.Â
"Rhaenyra," The name tumbled out of Alicent's mouth, her hands fumbling with the items in hand. "Where are you going?"
Bunching up the skirt of her dress in her hands, Rhaenyra grinned over her shoulder and chuckled at the concerned look on Alicent's features that only grew at the sight of her mischievous glint. "To speak with my brother!"Â
With a goal in mind, Rhaenyra entered the castle and followed the distant figure of her brother as he cut down hallways with long strides until he reached his bedchambers. Rhaenyra took a moment to herself to catch her breath and rake her fingers through her long silver locks before she approached the doors and nodded for the guards to open them. She stepped inside, a smile appearing across her lips when (Y/N) turned to look at her.Â
"My favorite sister," (Y/N) cooed, taking a seat at his desk and unrolling a letter. Rhaenyra rolled her eyes in return, clasping her hands together behind her back and taking small steps toward him. He skimmed the contents of the letter, his face giving away nothing of what it spoke of. "Is there something you require, Nyra, or are you suffering from boredom? I have plenty of lords and ladies who'd be happy to keep you busy."Â
Rhaenyra scoffed quietly and (Y/N) gave a small grin. "I hear Father is urging you to find a wife."
"The Small Council is urging him to urge me, more like. They believe it is time to begin having children. Seeing as Father and Mother had great difficulty, they wish for me to have an heir by the time I ascend the throne to ensure there won't be issues later on." (Y/N) explained, coiling the letter back up and pulling out a blank paper. He dipped his quill in ink and began writing. "Otto has been... more friendly as of recently. He speaks incredibly highly of Lady Alicent."Â
"You'd tell me if you were interested in someone, wouldn't you?" Rhaenyra reached over the desk to pluck the quill from his fingers, setting it aside and raising her brows at him. (Y/N) slumped back in his seat and laced his fingers over his midsection, a hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes. Rhaenyra rounded the table and without thinking twice, she plopped down on his thigh.Â
"Nyra,"
"You know as well as I do who you should wed, (Y/N). I know what a good queen should be, and I do not care about status or riches like the families of those ladies do. We have the blood of the dragon in our veins. Nobody would truly understand us." Rhaenyra spoke softly, her bottom lip slightly jutting out as she placed her palm over his cheek. His own hands unlaced, one moving to press against her back.Â
"The Small Council-"
"Fuck the Small Council." Rhaenyra huffed, earning a quiet chuckle from her brother. "You are the prince, the heir. Whatever it is you choose, they must deal with it. It is their job to counsel, to offer their advice and opinions, not to dictate what you do. We could mount Syrax and Vermithor and fly elsewhere to wed in the customs of Old Valyria."Â
A gentle sigh escaped (Y/N), and he leaned forward to press a delicate kiss to Rhaenyra's shoulder. The princess relaxed at the action, her hand moving past his cheek to the back of his head. (Y/N)'s lips curled up. "You are insufferable." He told her with a gentle laugh before leaning in to press their mouths together. He drew back too quickly for Rhaenyra's liking. "But a good ruler is a patient one, Nyra. If you wish for us to wed, or to lay together-" He brushed their lips together teasingly. "-you must wait. Father and Mother will be easy to convince."Â
"Does it matter if we wait?" Rhaenyra tilted her head and batted her lashes coyly, the feigned innocence prompting (Y/N) to roll his eyes. She rose from his lap and dropped her hands to his, tugging on them until he stood up from the chair. She smiled widely, devilishly even, and slung her arms around his shoulders. "We will be wed, regardless. It will not matter."Â
"I have things I must do, Nyra." (Y/N) gave a heavy sigh and shrugged his shoulders, his hands coming to rest on her waist. "As I said, you must be patient. If you wish to speed things along, you should speak with Mother. She'll always be the key to winning Father over." He told her and planted a kiss on her temple before settling back down on the chair.Â
"Will we be like that someday?" Rhaenyra asked softly, stepping out of the way so he could resume his letter. She toyed with the rings along her fingers, the thought of becoming one of those couples who genuinely cared for each other bringing a smile to herself. It was a desire all ladies had. While sons could marry whichever woman of age they desired, ladies had to hope the husbands their fathers or elder brothers chose were good men. She'd seen far too many times the faces of girls her age married and chained to men old enough to be their grandfathers.Â
(Y/N) paused his writing and lifted his head to look at her, offering a reassuring smile. "Someday." He nodded.Â
"I look forward to it, then."
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Astrology Observations by harmoonix
𦢠- Mars in Leo/Cancer/Gemini/Virgo can easily feel under pressure when they're stressed, they can feel like the world is ending!!
𦢠- Mars in Libra/Mars in the 7H are so complicated. Finding the peace and the harmony within your romantic relationships can be stressful
𦢠- Gemini Saturn/Virgo Saturn/3H Saturn/6H Saturn are possible anxious places for Saturn! They're so heart-warming, though!! At some point every anxiety attack will end
𦢠- If you have malefics in your 11H like Saturn, Pluto, or Mars, if you have friends that talk bad/shit about their other friends, be sure they talk the same to them about you!! Is so predictable!
𦢠- Cher has a Gemini Venus that makes her look young even though she is 78. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LIFE AFTER LOVE ???
𦢠- Your 2H can talk about your metabolism!! Since it is heavily associated with food! For example, a fire sign in the 2H can talk about a fast metabolism
𦢠- Having Sagittarius in your 2H or 2H ruler in the 9H, it can make you proud of your traditional/cultural food!!
𦢠- Leo Placements have a dark side like all of the other zodiac signs, because they're always in the spotlight. It is quite hard to know how they feel or if they fake their feelings. Not everyone knows how they feel behind close doors
𦢠- Sagittarius/Scorpio and Aries Mars can have a bad temper at times, some even anger issues, and is because Mars gets crazy in those placements
𦢠- If you have your south node in the 9H/Sagittarius, the school or some educational institution can get stuck in your memories/past forerver
𦢠- Jupiter aspecting Moon makes someone to radiate kindness! That person you wanna protect from bad people
𦢠Pluto - Mercury aspects can make someone have a deep voice indeed, which is also that typo of person to their voice hoarse most times
𦢠- Venus in Cancer/4° 16° 28°/4H Venus will make someone love you so passionately! They will build a castle inside your heart
𦢠- I feel like Capricorn Placements are always the ones to stress/overthink about the future đ, there is always something 'What if that will happen'
𦢠- Venus/Moon in your 9H can make your relationships/marriages blessed! Is a very beneficial house for those planets
𦢠- Mercury in air signs have a specific way of communicating! It can be a fast reply to your messages, instant calling, using a lot of gestures while talking!
𦢠- If you have Sagittarius Mercury/Mercury in the 9H, you probably have a very good type of humor! Makes everyone to laugh
𦢠- Pisces Mercury and the 12H mercury are also people with good humor! I honestly appreciate their energy
𦢠- Can someone tell me why like Cancer and Capricorn Saturn BOTH give a very nurturing energy?? Is like I connect with mother nature
𦢠- Libra Placements are honestly precious! They appreciate the beauty of everything! They can find beauty even in bad things
𦢠- I have no major Saturn - Venus aspects, but I have quincunx instead, which can be manifested as such sad energy because you basically don't feel anything at times
𦢠- Lilith and Sun aspects are the symbol of a black diamond! Always shining after all they have been through
𦢠- If you have major 6H placements especially Pluto in the 6H, your health both mentally and physically is VITAL. Always prioritize that!!
Replying to your ex: No
Prioritizing your mental health: Yes
𦢠- If one of your parents have their sun in the same sign as your rising you can look a lot alike! Is honestly one one if the best combos to share with your parents
𦢠- Venus conjunct south node but also Libra south node gives me the vibe of a widow in a past life, someone who could've have suffered in love
𦢠- If your 3H is connected with the 11H you can be best friends with your siblings, if your 3H is connected with the 9H you tend to be best friends with your cousins
𦢠- Saturn/Neptune/Mars and Pluto in the 12H need proper sleeping if they're usually tired is a sign to just relax and take a nap
𦢠- Venus in the same house as your Mars can make you addicted to topics like art, music, sex, history, and even culture
𦢠- Mars in harsh aspects with Venus tend to flirt more than the good aspects, because Mars here is looking for competition
𦢠- Virgo Venus and Venus at 6° 18° can be picky with their partners, they can also have multiple types of people as their crush
𦢠- If you have got your 4H connected to the 7H your family can help you with getting into a relationship
𦢠- Jupiter in harsh aspects to Pluto tend to force their beliefs/religion/habits into others, something even without realizing
𦢠- Uranus in your 4H or Aquarius in the 4H can talk about your family can have quite unique habits, is like your family is different from the rest of the world because something makes them to just stand out
𦢠- People who have Sun in their 4H or IC at 5° 17° or 29° can really be known because of their family, is giving popular family
𦢠- Earth Signs over the 8H can be very private about their intimate lives and their sexual life
𦢠- Mercury aspecting Moon can make the native so empathic emotionally, you can understand everyone's feelings usually they're soft at heart
𦢠- Mercury in the 12H can be attracted into things that seem 'undiscovered, or unknown', they're always curious about things they dont have much info about
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yan magical boy who lived within a enchanted, magical forests with his parents, and siblings. He was a prodigy, overpowered and everything. He learned how to work with his magic at the age of 8.
yan magical boy who was youngest student to ever be admitted to the prestigious Arcane Academy, he was hailed as a prodigy, gifted with magic far beyond his years. His peers admired him, his teachers pushed him toward greatness, but none of that ever mattered to him. He didn't care about all that, all he cared about was being better than everyone.
yan magical boy who was a annoying bitch, he would bump into you on purpose, and giggled at your irritated expression. He noticed the way your eyes narrowed at him and he would blush. He needed to be near you, like a spell that only worked if he was within a certain distance of your presence. He clung and followed you like you were the very source of his magic.
"The hell's your problem dude?" You said to him, looking down at him since he was shorter than you. He innocently blinked up at you, titling his head. "What are u talking about, n/n?" He said with that soft voice he always did when talking to you. You rolled your eyes and walked past him, not noticing him sniffing you as u walked past.
yan magical boy who was used to getting what he wanted, so imagine his surprise when the first ever person he wanted, doesn't want him!
yan magical boy who began using his magic in subtle ways to keep you close. At first, it was harmless. A slight enchantment to ensure they ended up paired together for projects, a simple spell to lead her path toward his in the hallways. But, he was an impantient fuck, he couldn't stand seeing you laugh with someone else, talk with someone else, even breath near someone else!
yan magical boy who made a love spell, and while sparring, he acted as if was going to block her strike, but as he did, he âaccidentallyâ brushed his hand against your skin, dabbing the potion on you. He grinned, waiting for you to drop on your knees and propose to him or sum
But, nothing happened, and you still kept trying to fight with him, your expression stoic like always. He blinked, his mind racing. Surely, the potion should have worked by now? He had calculated every ingredient, every stepâthere was no way it could have failed?
yan magical boy who failed.. LMAOOOAOA
yan magical boy who after that, became even more clingy, pouting and becoming whiny whenever the love spells wouldn't work. (he kept tryna put love spells on u HE DOES NOT CARE)
âY/N!â he called, running towards you like an excited puppy. âI was looking for you! Here, I made you a lunch! Don't mind the white cream in your sandwich okay? Its..ranch! Yup! Ranch! And the goey yogurt is definitely not a love potion!"
yan magical boy who whimpers when you congratulate him, feeling his pants tightening, and knowing hes gonna need to use his delusionals to imagine your the one fisting him off.
yan magical boy who is ur magical freak who loves you so sooooo much! <3
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Is it casual now?/extra II
One shot; college students drew x reader
Summary: âBaby, no attachments.â yet, youâre at his childhood home, laughing with his parents, bonding with his siblings.Â
Genre: situation-ship, smut, fluff, angst,
Warnings: swearing, sex, light read, etc
â.Ë this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read
â.Ë official one shot, extra I
âĄâ¸â¸ "fucked you in the bathroom, when we went to dinner"
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âWhere you going?â
You ask, as Drew stands up. The warmth of his hands caressing your thighs is gone, now running through his hair. âBathroom,â he mumbles, barely meeting your eyes. He walks off, without another glance back at the table.Â
His sour mood is evident, by not only you, but all of your friends.Â
To be fair, he didnât even want to come tonight. He pleaded desperately for you to stay in with him, offering things to you that was ridiculous. Such as, doing your laundry for a month (he doesnât even do his own).Â
But you havenât hung out with all your friends in a long time, and you missed them. So, tonight was non-negotiable with Drew.Â
And he gave up with trying to reason with you, hence, why he decided to join you here, at the nice restaurant. He didnât even make an effort to engage nicely with them, chuckling under his breath at random times and answering questions with short answers. Whenever you were talking, he would purposely distract you by touching you under the table, making it awkward for you and your friends.Â
Drew knows your friends donât like him; thatâs why heâs sour. Thatâs also why he shows up to these hangouts, just to rub it in their faces.Â
âWhy did you invite him?â Lucy groans, after Drew was out of eye sight. Your five other friends of this group nod too, all letting out groans of frustration. âHello, earth to y/n, we. Donât. Like. Him.â
âHe insisted on joining,â you shrug, forcing a smile.Â
âUm, you couldâve insisted on him not joining,â Janet, another friend adds on.Â
Your friend group was filled with weird people with different opinions, but one thing theyâve collectively agreed on was: they hate Drew. âHateâ is a strong word, but that was the only way to describe their feelings towards Drew.Â
Theyâve expressed it a lot of times, so itâs become numb to you.Â
âAre you guys finally together though?â Gary asks, sitting beside you.Â
Oh. Every time they see you, they ask this question.Â
âOf course not,â Lucy answers for you, sending you a cocky grin. One you always disliked, because it made you feel small. âClassmates, huh?â
âA really bad label,â Stacy adds on. Yeah, as if you didnât already know.Â
Great. Now itâs just your whole friend group judging you for being with Drew. Again. The last thing you needed from them.
âI visited his parents,â you aggressively say, stabbing into your food. Hopefully that will convince them Drew is a better person that what they think, right?
Wrong. They all âtskâ in a disappointed manner, shaking their heads. âAndâŚstill classmates?â
âWell, he said I was his best friend,â you stuff the food in your mouth, âTo his family.â
âHe probably had to,â Josh speaks up this time, âand wow, is that the first time he called you his friend?âÂ
You donât miss the sarcasm in his voice, and you send him a glare. He raises his hands in defense, the table laughs.Â
You donât find the humor in this situation. Why were they so judgmental towards the relationship with Drew? Itâs not like heâs the biggest jackass ever. Youâve seen every side there is to Drew, they just donât know him like you do. âCan you guys cut it off?â You say, not trying to hide the annoyance in your voice.Â
âWeâre just joking,â Janet laughs, glancing around, âbesides, weâre worried for you.â
You chew and swallow the food in your mouth, sending her an unappreciative smile, ââworriedâ for me?â
âYes, heâs obviously not⌠well, in love with you,â Janet continues, âwe donât want you with someone who clearly doesnât care for you.â
âHe cares for me,â you defend, furrowing your eyebrows at them. You look around the table, seeing your friends glance down at their food, afraid to meet your eyes. âHe cares for me.â
âSure he does,â Stacy bitterly agrees with you. That tone pisses you off. âMaybe privately, he does, but what about in public? Starting off with the most basic, labels.â
You hate how right your friends are. As rude and mean theyâre being, deep down, you know theyâre right. The âno attachmentsâ thing is bullshit, especially when nothing about the two of you is casual.Â
Five, no close to six months, nothing about that is causal.Â
âThatâŚdoesnât matter,â you murmur. Wrong; it mattered a lot, to everyone and to you. You just hated to admit you werenât as chill or casual as Drew was, how he made everything romantic seem friendly with you.Â
When you look around, everyone is now staring at you pitifully.Â
You didnât like that. That pity stare. Thereâs nothing to be pity of. Bunch of people around the world right now might be having situation-ships too. Nothing to pity. Nothing to be ashamed of.Â
Yeah. Thatâs what you keep brainwashing yourself to believe.Â
âThe girl that he bangs on his couchâ. Yeah. Nothing to be ashamed of.Â
Your phone on the table lights up, and it reads bathroom. now.Â
Drew. âUm, excuse me,â you stand up, excusing yourself to the bathroom.Â
As you slowly get up and walk away, your friends werenât very careful with the volume of their voice. You hear one of them calling you a loser, still hanging around just for a good dick to suck.Â
That must be Janet. Her lonely ass must be jealous.Â
But part of you knew she wasnât wrong. You were a loser. The biggest loser to exist. The loser of losers, if that even is a thing.Â
Casual. Your friends succeeded once again, in making you doubt everything with Drew.Â
ââ
âReally boring, right?â
Drew pulls you in by the waist, a lazy smile on his lips as he stares down at you. He leans against the sink, making you stand between his legs.Â
This restaurant had two bathrooms, each with their own sink inside. So, Drew took full advantage of that.Â
âHmm,â you hum carelessly. You didnât want agree with him; you tried to make this evening nice, but his attitude towards your friends just werenât helping. You keep your gaze around the collar of his jacket, not wanting to meet his eyes.Â
âSomething wrong?â He asks, playfulness still hinted in his words. His hand rub circles around your waist, as he tries to make eye contact with you, bending his head down to your level.Â
You advert your gaze even more, now focusing on the bracelet around his wrist. Now that you think about it, he always has this on, since the day you got it for him.Â
Was that casual to do? To keep the bracelet on at all times.Â
âLook at me, would you?â Drewâs tone turns serious, and he pinches the side of your waist harshly.
You flinch, finally looking up at him. You meet his blue eyes, a mix of concern and something else that you canât read. His raised eyebrows tell you that he wants you to talk, to tell him whatâs on your mind.Â
Should you? But, where do you even start? With his attitude tonight, or with your friendâs comments? Or with this whole casual thing, which is basically the beginning to it all.
Your lips pout on its own, resting your hands around his wrist. âThat was uncalled for,â you murmur, looking down at his bracelet again.Â
âWhat was?â Drewâs pinch one your waist is more soft this time, wanting to get the words out of you.Â
âDoing that,â you say, playing with his chained bracelet. Shit. Youâre gonna say it. Youâre gonna call him out for his behavior. âBeing rude to my friends.â
A scoff escapes Drew. He then brings his hand up to your face, forcing you to look up at him. Like second nature, you lean your face into the palm of his hand, waiting for him to explain himself. âBabe, your friends were the rude ones.â
The feeling inside your stomach is indescribable. The nickname sends you butterflies, but the words that follow don't.Â
âHow?â You ask, crossing your arms. Â
He licks his lips, squinting his eyes at you. âIt was so fucking obvious.â
âWas it?âÂ
âYes- yes, it was,â Drew straightens his posture, taking his hands off you. The warmth of him is gone, now with the presence of a man trying to explain his reasonable case of being bratty. âThey asked loaded questions to me this whole night.â
You furrow your eyebrows, thinking hard to the stuff they asked Drew. Shit. They were. Your friends didnât even trying to hide their discontent with him tonight.Â
âThey hate me,â he adds on, âCâmon, I leave the table for like, a few minutes, and they talked shit, right?â
The way he looks at you; he challenges you to disagree with him. But you couldnât; he was right. Your friends hate him, making you constantly doubt whatever this was with Drew.Â
âWasnât all shit,â you lie, sending him the smallest smile ever.Â
Drew makes the âtskâ sound, shaking his head as he gives you a tired smile. âWhat they say then?â He asks, leaning back against the sink again.Â
His eyes look at you in anticipation, biting down on his lips.Â
You do not want to tell him what they said. It was rude, and although it was about Drew, it affected you more than it should have. The seeds of doubt are always planted by your friends, they never put you at ease with this relationship.Â
You give him a lazy smile, snaking your arms around his neck. You lean in close to him, a seductive look in your eyes. âDoes it matter? They talk shit, all they ever do.â
Drewâs lips slightly part, and he glances quickly down at your lips. A smile appears, âI see what youâre doing. Youâre distracting me.â
You shrug lightly, before planting a small kiss on his jaw. âIs it working?â
You hear a chuckle escape from him, and his hand wraps around the back of your head. His eyes keep bouncing between your lips and eyes, smiling from ear-to-ear, âannoyingly so, you minx.â
Without another comment, Drew kisses you, soft and slow.Â
You return the kiss, escalating into a whole make-out session.Â
You hate how your body reacts to him; feeling a pool of wetness form between your legs. Fuck.Â
Something pokes against your lower stomach, and you pull away from Drew. You glance down; heâs erected. âShit,â you curse, as his hands slide down your body. He squeezes your ass, burying his face into your neck as he breathes the skin there.Â
âIâŚI canât go back to the table like this,â he murmurs, referring to his erection.Â
You watch as his back rises and falls, through the sink mirror. Even with this thick white jacket he has on, you can tell his breathing has sped up. Your lips form a straight line, running your hands through his short hair.Â
In the bathroom? Right in the middle of dinner? It was highly inappropriate.Â
Wrapping your hands around his face, you pull him up to meet his eyes. He looks at you pleadingly, lips parted with drool on the corner of his lips.Â
Fuck. How is one suppose to say no to that look? He looked as if he physically needed you; needed you to calm the⌠âgrowingâ in his pants.Â
âTen minutes,â you tell him, which immediately lights the spark in his eyes. He looks like a puppy! You smile at that thought, as he straightens himself, switching your positions.Â
âTen minutes? Enough for two rounds,â he teases, lifting you to sit on the sink.Â
âNo! One round,â you say, which gets cut off by Drew kissing you again. As much fun as two rounds sound, the longer you linger in here, the more obvious it is that the two of you are fucking.Â
He groans into your mouth, spreading your legs to stand between them. His hands move fast into your dress, slipping your underwear off. The cold surface of the sink hits your thighs and pussy, adding to the heat growing within you.Â
Drew trails his kisses down your neck, as your hands work on undoing his belt.Â
You moan when he sucks on the sweet-spot around your neck, the belt dropping onto the floor with a hard thud. âDrewâŚâ you moan out, messy hands tugging his hair as he continues to form hickeys around your neck.Â
You want to run your hands around his stomach, chest, abs. But the jacket he has on prevents that, being zipped up the whole way. This jacket looked great on him, but would look better on the floor.Â
Your hands fidget with the zipper, tugging with no luck of it moving.Â
Drew pulls away from your neck, a chuckle escaping, âbabe, gently.â
His hands overlaps yours, guiding you to pull the jacket zipper down. It reveals that he isnât wearing anything inside; a feast to your eyes. âIs that why you refused to take this off?â You ask, referring to before the dinner started.
âI was invited last minute,â he shrugs the jacket off, as if it wasnât his fault for the improvised outfit.Â
âRight, but you werenât invited,â you remind him, when he insisted on joining you when you were leaving, throwing on a random outfit nearby. You were busy putting your heels on, so you couldnât see the moment when he got dressed. You didnât even know he owned a jacket like this.Â
âMmhm,â his mind was elsewhere, attaching his lips to yours again. Sloppy and more lustful this time, as your hands wander around his body. Itâs hot under your touch; his abs flexing as you run your hands over them.Â
His hand grips onto your thigh, before moving closer to your heat.Â
When the warmth of his fingers hit your pussy, you moan loudly into his mouth.Â
âShit,â he chuckles, âweâre in public, babe.â
The tip of your ears heat up too, from the embarrassment and realization that youâre in public, most likely having people hear you from the other side of the door. âSorry,â you murmur, burying your face into his neck.Â
Drew sticks two fingers into your hole, and starts thrusting at a faster speed than usual. Your breathing becomes uneven, as you try to tone down your moans.Â
Drew wasnât having it easy either, as you hear low grunts escaping him. âFuck,â he curses, adding another digit, âyouâre tight tonight.â
âJust fuck me already,â you manage to say, hands gripping on his biceps. Surely, this was enough foreplay, right?Â
He chuckles again, this time at your impatience. He pulls his fingers out of you, his hands going to the back pocket of his jeans.Â
The familiar gold packaging comes out, and his hands skillfully rip them open.Â
ââŚcouldnât put on a shirt but bought a condom with you?â Laughter escapes you, as you watch him unzip his pants.Â
He glances up at you, and when he sees you smiling ear-to-ear, he canât help but match you, âwasnât gonna show up totally unprepared, right?â
You laugh again; what an unbelievable guy. âShirtâs optional but condom a must. Got it.â
Drew lets his pants and boxers hang around his knees, his cock standing proud. The sight immediately wipes the smile off your lips, gulping as you imagine it stuffed inside you.Â
âThe chances of fucking you wherever and whenever is high,â Drew says, wrapping the condom around his dick.Â
He looks up at you, seeing your gaze fixed on his hard cock. A smirk helps themselves to his lips, as his hands tug on your waist. An idea flashes in his mind as he looks over your shoulder, at the big sink mirror.Â
âGet off,â his voice brings you back, looking at him with confused eyes now. âCâmon, trust me.â
You let him bring you back onto the ground, before flipping you over. You see both your reflections in the mirror, your back hitting his chest, his dick poking your upper ass.Â
When you meet his eyes through the mirror, you understand where this was going.Â
âWatch yourself while I destroy your fucking pussy, hmm?â
Oh. Oh. Was it possible to be turned on by words?Â
Drew lifts up your dress, revealing your wet core. You hold onto the sink for support, grip getting tighter when you feel Drewâs tip against your entrance.Â
Then, he slips in, going deep until itâs completely nestled inside you.Â
âFuck,â you moan, glancing up at Drew. He sends you a smirk, enjoying this too. His hand goes to your stomach, and he lifts you backward, resting against his chest again.Â
âGrip my hair, and keep your eyes open, alright?â His voice drops low, one hand moving to knead your breasts.Â
You nod, bringing your hands behind you; one tugging gently around his hair, another around his arm thatâs supporting you.Â
He starts to thrust into you, rather roughly and fast. âShit,â you moan, the sensation sending you to outer space. With his thick cock slamming into you, his hands roaming your body, your hands running through his short hair, it feels euphoric.Â
Your eyes can barely stay open, as you look at the reflection in the mirror. Drew leaves a trail of sloppy kisses along your shoulder, which sends goosebumps to your skin.Â
You watch as one of his hand slips between your thighs, starting to massage your pussy. âFuck,â you moan, louder than you should be. You couldnât help it, the pleasure was extraordinary.Â
He kisses your earlobe, âiâknow baby, but keep it down, alright?â
âY-yeah,â it barely comes out, as the thrusts and massages to your core intensifies. The familiar knot in your stomach forms, informing you that youâre close. âDrewâŚâ
His pace doesnât stop, and when you lean your head back on his shoulder, he goes harder, âclose?â
You nod with any energy left, and Drew uses his free hand to lift your face up again. He kisses your cheek, âuse your words.â
You flutter your eyes open, looking at the two of you in the mirror. It was extremely hot, to see Drew filling you up, his hands all around you. The mirror starts to fog up a little, with all the grunting and pressure filling in here.Â
âIâm coming,â you force out, and meet Drewâs gaze in the mirror. His blue eyes meet yours, seething with lust.Â
You clench around him, your hand going around Drewâs, which is massaging your pussy. He stops massaging, and he intertwines your hands together. The stickiness doesnât bother you; why should it?
âFuck,â he groans, his thrusts to your g-spot growing sloppy.Â
You tilt your head sideways, and you give him a quick kiss, which sends you over the edge. Your orgasm explodes inside of you, cum dripping out and over Drewâs cock.Â
Body giving up, you lean completely against Drew, as he helps himself to his. His cock twitches, and you feel the familiar hot liquid filling up.Â
Both of you are breathing heavily, euphoria radiating off your bodies. Fuck. This might just be one of the best fucks youâve had with Drew. But in a public restroom? Who wouldâve thought.Â
âYouâre so hot,â he compliments, before planting a small kiss on the side of your face.Â
You giggle at that stupid comment, looking at him through the mirror; Heâs got a playful smile on his lips, looking at you with smitten eyes. âYouâre great with your words.â
He chuckles, his hands tapping against the side of your waist, signaling you to move. You use the energy left inside of you, helping him slip out. Leaning against the sink, you watch as Drew grabs tissues to wipe your core, then throwing his condom away.Â
After that, he grabs your underwear on the floor. You get yourself dressed, him doing the same thing.Â
âLook, onlyâŚonly seven minutes passed,â Drew comments with a sly smile on his lips, showing you his watch.Â
You roll your eyes, your lips betraying you by forming a smile. âCocky much?âÂ
He puts his jacket back on, the last piece of clothing. âWell, you've definitely enjoyed the taste of it.â
You hit his chest playfully, his remark sending butterflies to your stomach. He laughs, zipping his jacket only halfway. Your eyebrows furrow at his exposed chest that pierces through the top; and you reach for the zipper.Â
Drew stays in place, and you feel his gaze on the top of your head, his hot breath hitting you. You ignore the tension that pulls; when youâre done, you pat his chest, âall done, buddy.â
ââBuddyâ?â Thereâs a hint of amusement in his tone, eyes squinting down at you.Â
You send him a soft smile, seeing him glance down at your lips. âWhat?â
âCall me buddy one more time,â his hands wrap around your waist, and he leans closer to you, âand youâll get it.â
His dirty and challenging tone sends shivers down your spine, something you find yourself liking a bit too much. The pit of your stomach yells at you at how hypocritical Drew was being right now, but you ignore it.Â
And just because itâs fun, you lean into his ear, and whisper, âbest buddy ever.â
Tickles are sent to the side of your body, making you jump and melt into his arms. You laugh uncontrollably; Drew knew you were ticklish, using it to his full advantage.Â
âStop! Stop!â You yell between laughter, your legs ready to give up.Â
âDonât call me that then,â he stops tickling you, grip on you tight to make sure you donât fall. He kisses the tears of laughter from the corner of your eyes, âI donât like it.â
âNoted,â you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck. You glance down at his lips, and he does the same to yours.Â
Drew gives you the look; he wants to kiss you.Â
And you let him, closing your eyes and feeling his lips against yours.Â
Is it still casual if you kissed me like itâs the last time you ever will? You hate how this thought appears in your mind again, haunting you.Â
You pull away, the pressure of it getting overwhelming. âLetâs head back, yeah?â
âWe have to?â His eyes stay glued to your lips. âYou know, We couldâŚwe could just leave.â
You furrow your eyebrows at him, âno!â
âSay you got plans tomorrow morning,â he shrugs, âIâll say it for you, if you canât-â
You cross your arms, looking up at him. âWhy would I leave early?â
Drew parts his lips, and he brings his hand up to your elbow. He rubs the area there in soft circles, a playful look in his eyes, ââŚgrab some froyo?â
You drop your arms, looking at him disappointedly. When he saw that, he hurriedly adds, âand I got errands to run. Really.â
You contemplate in your mind about this; ditching this dinner to hang out privately with Drew? Yeah, that sounded like something fun. It must be better than staying awkwardly, having your friends judge Drew.Â
Casual. Casual, casual, casual. Some casual froyo with Drew, and maybe ending up with sex in his dorm room.Â
Yeah. Seemed like things people whose âcasualâ would do.Â
âFine. Youâre treating me though,â you unlock the door, walking out the bathroom.Â
âI always treat you,â you hear him murmur behind you, following closely behind as you two walk back to the table.Â
You interrupt the conversation theyâre having, grabbing your purse from your seat. They look at your questionably, before their gaze lands sourly on Drew behind you. âiâve got something, tomorrow morning, so weâre heading off,â you try sounding apologetic, âsorry to leave this early.â
âOh, um, okay,â Lucy glances between the two of you, âtext us when you get home.â
âYeah, sorry,â you apologize again, before your friends wave goodbye to you. You donât miss the hateful looks they leave on Drew, as they tell you to take care until the next time you guys meet.Â
After that, you and Drew leave the restaurant, letting the doorman do his job of getting a taxi.Â
A warmth around your hand catches you by surprise; Drew holds your hand, pulling you closer to him. You look down at the holding of hands; then back up at him. Heâs staring down at his phone, scrolling through his insta feed.Â
Holding hands. Something very casual to do, apparently.Â
âWhat are you watching?â You ask, leaning on his shoulder.Â
He laughs, showing you the screen. Itâs a video of a monkey pointing towards the glass, which has different play-doughs lined along it.Â
You donât get the humor in it, but you smile, because it makes Drew smile.Â
The two of you stand there, watching different posts on his phone until the taxi arrives.Â
Your mind finds it strange how âcasualâ you two are.Â
Because, in the bottom of your heart, you werenât so sure if this was casual anymore. Along the way, the lines of âno attachmentâ seemed to have blurred. Blurred to the point of no return.Â
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Ö´ ࣪đ¤ a/n: goddamn, i would fall for this toxic relationship too T_T
sry for not posting lately, i got very busy lately! i promise you, flashing lights 6 & not a big deal pt4 is coming sooooon. but hope you enjoyed this extra, and also, thx for blowing up the halloween special, was NOT expecting that. thank you sm! your lovely comments inspire me to write these fics!
btw, watched obx s4, and the ending broke me T_T like tffff
#drew starkey#drew starkey imagine#drew starkey x reader#fiction#angst#drew starkey x you#fluff#smut#oneshot#situationships#light reading
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Heyyyyy!!!
If you are up for it, I'd love to see you write a Silco x Reader Storyđđť
Reader was like an older Sibling to Powder, Vi, Mylo and Clagger, making sure the kids were always okay. So that day, when almost everyone died and Silco took in Powder/Jinx, Reader went with them to keep an eye on Jinx. They turn more into a Parental Figure over time for her. Reader and Silco hated each other at first but tried to remain civil for Jinx. Over time feelings developed and both are in denial. So basically Enemies to Lovers.
Also Reader takes care of like the Bar, since they have already worked there when Vander was still alive. [Either behind the counter as a Bartender or as like Security]
Idc if its Fluffy or Angsty or smutty or smth!
I just need more Silco x Readerđđťđ
at home (silco x reader)
words: 1517
genre(s): fluff, angst (i think..)
warnings: none
n/a: im sooo happy!!! thank u so much for requesting me!! this is my first request and i'm kinda nervous about it! i hope you like it and enjoy it a little!! i did my best!! want to remember that english isn't my first language, so im sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes, but this also helps me to improve :]
You were twenty years old when it all happened. When Mylo and Claggor died and Vi ran away after all the tragedy trying to rescue Vander from Silco's hands. You were the oldest of the three sisters, always under your care, even though you allowed them some freedom for their âmissionsâ you always kept an eye on your sisters, in case it was necessary to get them out of some trouble.Â
That day, you went to help your brothers get Vander back, making Powder promise not to move from the basement. When the whole mess happened, you were barely aware of whatever was going on. One of your arms had been trapped under the rubble and you heard Powder's distant cries for Vi to come back for her. As best you could, you pulled yourself together, pushed away the debris over your arm and made your way to find the youngest of your sisters, the one that sounded closest. The crying seemed to be weaker, and when you looked up Silco had his arms around her as she hugged him, right next to Vander's lifeless body. You approached cautiously, brow furrowed at the whole unfamiliar situation.Â
âStay away from herâ you addressed Silco with a firm voice and furrowed brows. He did so without complaint, looking at you, keeping his composure and probably waiting for a move on your part that never came. Powder turned to look at you, her blue eyes brimming with tears. She hugged your legs, and before you knew it, you were both leaving with Silco and his people.Â
Seven years later you decided to take Vander's place in âThe Last Dropâ. Silco âsigned it overâ to you while he took one of the rooms to be his office. You were a little grateful that he would let you carry on the legacy of the one he once considered his brother.Â
You poured one last drink before Jinx sat down on one of the stools and rolled your eyes as you watched her turn in on herself. âGet your feet off the stool if you're going to be sitting hereâ you scolded her as you cleaned one of the glasses and poured her the juice she always asked for. âThank you~â she thanked taking a sip from the straw. âI've been working on one of those grenades I showed you, and even though it explodes poorly, it's getting more and more powerful!â she explained somewhat excitedly as she looked at you with a slight smile. During all these years your sister had grown more than you would have liked. Sometimes nostalgia hit you, and all you could think about was how much older she had gotten and how rebellious and uncontrollable she had become.
 Mylo and Claggor's death and Vi's abandonment left some aftereffects on your sister. Jinx was the name she had decided to adopt after Vi called her that name before abandoning her to her fate without even knowing if you were alive. Together with Silco you had raised her, and although you always tried to take her on a healthy and untroubled path, she ended up paying more attention to Silco than to you.Â
During all these years your vision of Silco was changing, and all the resentment and anger you had towards him, had been loosening when you saw the love and effort he put in wanting to take care of your sister. Your attitude towards him became more passive, and his attitude towards you became sweeter and more protective. You both had your sister, Jinx, as your priority.Â
âBe careful with those gadgets or someday your finger will explode.â you joked with your sister as you leaned your elbows on the bar to look at her. âI do know how to build inventions, sis, not like youâ she joked with you before getting a tap on her shoulder from you. You rolled your eyes letting out a light chuckle. âBy the way, Silco wants to see youâ he spoke as he rubbed his shoulder with a pout. You frowned and sighed. âYou take care of the drinks for a while thenâ you stepped out from behind the bar, you watched out of the corner of your eye as Jinx hopped over the bar to tend to the customers and scolded her for it before walking up to Silco's office.
You felt your heart beating stronger and stronger as you got closer to Silco's office. Since a few days ago your vision of the man who had given (somehow) shelter to you and your sister, apart from starting to respect him, perhaps your feelings towards him had taken a different direction, a more romantic one. Every night you told yourself that it was wrong, if you thought about it, it was against your morals and principles to like Silco, so you tried to hold back that feeling as much as you could.Â
You knocked on the door, and after hearing a low âCome inâ, you entered the room, allowing you to see Silco in his chair as usual and Sevika next to him. They both looked at you, and with a slight gesture, Silco had Sevika leave the room, closing the door behind her. You sat down in the chair in front of the table, sighing and making yourself comfortable as you noticed how her gaze was fixed on you.Â
âWhat is it this time, what has Jinx done to what-â you couldn't finish formulating the sentence Silco cut you off. âYour sister is out of jailâ your back and your whole body started to bristle. âWith the help of a Piltover enforcer.â You discovered that Vi had been arrested and sent to Stillwater. Seven years later she seemed to have gotten out. A confused feeling invaded your body. You were happy, your sister had been released. And at the same time you were filled with rage, she had abandoned you and your sister. Then came the feeling of guilt, you were the oldest, much older than them, and you had let your sister be arrested, you had not fought for her. You swallowed and immediately got up from the couch. âDon't let Jinx know. Not yet, at least.â you left the room without even looking or listening to what Silco would have to tell you.
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Later that night, having just closed the bar and with only the music to keep you company, you finished putting the last chairs back on the tables and mopping the floor. Before you even went to sleep you decided to pour yourself a shot of whiskey. You sat on the freshly cleaned bar and, with your mother's favorite song playing in the background, you thought about everything. Your parents, your sisters, brothers, Vander, Silco, everything. The alcohol scratched your throat as you thought about how you were going to confront Vi at some point, what you would say to her, how she would be, how she would react to seeing who you were with. Maybe she would understand you if she realized you were doing it all for Jinx. Maybe she would martyr you if she knew about your feelings for Silco.Â
âMay I have some?â a voice from behind you shuddered. Turning slightly to grab a glass, you saw Silco planted behind you. You nodded wordlessly, pouring for him as well and watching as he took a long sip. He looked back at you. âWhy the long face?â he asked. You laughed wryly. âAs if you didn't knowâ you replied clicking your tongue. You didn't want to talk down to him, but your feelings at that moment were what they were. He seemed to understand, he didn't add a word.
 He set the glass down on the bar and one of your hands rested on your shoulder, lightly trailing down your arm. âShe's going to understand.â he simply said. You shook your head, also dropping the glass and looking sideways at him. âShe's not going to understand. She can't. I don't blame her. I'm a horrible sister.â you sighed. You felt like your eyes were going to release tears at any moment. You noticed Silco's rough hand touch yours, embrace yours with his fingers and with his thumb caress the back of your hand. You let yourself be touched. âWe should have left, Silco. We don't belong here. It's not our place. I should have taken Pow-â you couldn't finish your sentence Silco had crashed his lips to yours. You couldn't even react when he broke away. You looked at him still dumbfounded.Â
âIf she doesn't understand, we're going to make her understand. But don't you ever, ever, ever say again that you don't belong here. You do. You belong by my side,â and when he finished speaking you couldn't help but kiss his lips back. Your heart had just exploded like a bomb, and Silco had detonated it. There were probably going to be repercussions, surely none of this was going to go well, but for the first time, when you were dancing in his arms, you felt at home again.
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