#max russo x reader

[oxangejuice]

Hiii could you do a max Russo (wowp) x reader please? Where he’s all soft with the reader 🥺

i’m collecting the russo’s like infinity stones

♯. suga suga — max russo

warning: none blurb

you/yours pronouns are used!

“OKAY, CLOSE your eyes.”

BEING A wizard had it perk and Max Russo knew that he was lucky to have his magic, but if he knew his partner would fly into his life he would say that they were the absolute best thing in the world

You never believed in the supernatural solely because of how they were portrayed on television and movies.

But after meeting the Russo’s and Harper… nothing could shock you any more… at least that’s what you thought.

“Okay… open.”

Once you opened your eyes, you stood in silence for a moment. You had been standing in the kitchen of the sub shop and furrowed your brows.

“Your kitchen?” You questioned.

He chuckled softly, taking his wand out of his back pocket and quickly changed the setting of the sub shop into a more luxurious setting.

He pointed his wand towards you and changed your outfit from your more laid back style into something a little more fancy.

“A dinner for two.” He smiled.

Max wasn’t a huge romantic and he normally kept all is relationships to himself, but you were different and he felt like you deserved to have the best in everything.

lucy’s notes: screaming so loud i’m sorry i was on a break :)

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: Max Russo one shot dropping right now! I forgot I had written for him, but I never posted it. Here it is! Enjoy!

Typos? Probably..

Pairing: Max Russo x fem!reader

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“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” Alex asked as I stepped inside of there apartment.

“Well, I’m here to see Max.” I said proudly, sitting myself onto the sofa. “Max? You- You’re here to see Max?” She asked in complete disbelief, and I nodded. “I live here, and even I don’t step into my own house to see him.” She laughs at her own joke, closing the door and walks behind the couch to straight to the kitchen.

“Well, him and I kinda had this whole day planned out.”

“Oh, really?” I heard Alex say.

“Yeah, we were planning-”

“No, sorry. I was looking at my phone just now, apparently tomatoes are both fruits and vegetables. Way to get the best of both worlds.” She laughed, before going to look in the fridge for something.

“Hey, (Y/N). How are you?” Theresa said coming down the stairs.

“Hey! Mrs. Russo? Have you seen Max, anywhere?”

“No, sweetheart. Have you tried calling him?”

“I did, but no reply. Is he up in his room?” I asked and she called out to him, and he didn’t say anything.

“Do you mind if I go check?” I asked and she shook her head ‘no’ and told me where his room was.

“Hey, before you go, you’re going to need this.” Alex said before wiping out her wand and made a gas mask appear out of thin air. “For your face. Cause who knows what’s died in there.”

She placed it in my hand and I shook my head and went upstairs. I knocked on Max’s room door. “Max? Max, are you in there?” Nothing was said, and I put my ear to the door and listened in.

I heard something coming from inside, but it was faint and I couldn’t quite pick up what it was. I took out my wand and slowly opened the door and wand first.

I looked around and realized that the sound I heard was just him sleeping with a pillow over his head.

I walked over to his bed, taking the pillow off him and gently tried to shake him awake. “Max? Max?”

He groaned and continued to sleep, and stood up trying to figure out how to get his up.

“I guess I’m just going to have to eat this sub sandwich all by myself…” I said and Max shot up from his bed, and I laughed.

“Why are you laughing? This is no laughing matter. Where’s the sandwich? You shouldn’t have to eat it all alone.” He asked looking around for it.

“I don’t have one, I was trying to wake you up.”

“You’re a monster, don’t temp a man with a delicious sandwich only for you to not have it.” He groaned and laid back down, and I was quick to grab his hand and sit him back up.

“Nope, you promised us a fun day out. And there’s a fair nearby and I plan on going, let’s go.”

“But I go such stuff to do today!”

“Like what?”

“Give me a minute! I’ll think of something..” He folded his arms and thought about it.

“I’m leaving and you better be dressed in ten minutes, Russo.” I pointed my wand in his direction and walked downstairs.

“Took you long enough, I thought you died up there.”

“And if I did would you have saved me?”

“I would, but I gave you my only gas mask.” Alex admitted and shook my head handing it back to her.

“He was up there though, he was just sleeping.” I told Theresa.

“How’d you get him up?” She asked and I replied with the word, ‘Food.’

“That’s the only thing me and him have in common, y’know?” Alex said.

“You both share the same parents, last name, house��?”

“Oh, yeah. That too.” She said and plopped down on the couch.

I shook my head, trying not to laugh as Max came down the stairs, all dressed. I smiled at him and asked if he was ready to go.

“I was, but I came down with this really bad cold.” He said and forcefully let out a cough. “All of a sudden, I might not be able to go.”

“Oh, let me take a look at you, honey.” Theresa stepped out from behind the counter, put her hand up to his forehead.

“No fever, and your heads kinda wet. Did you wet a towel and put it on your head?”

“Well, look at the time. It’s getting late, we better go to the fair. Bye, mom and Alex!” He exclaimed grabbing my hand and dashed out the house.

As we walked to the fair, I felt the sudden urge to ask him a question. “Hey, do you really not want to go to the fair with me?”

He stopped in his tracks looking around as if something had the answer written up for him. “I do, believe me. When I asked, I wasn’t ready for you to say, ‘yes.’” He said and started to walk again and I followed suit.

“Why not?”

“After all the tricks, I’ve pulled on people at school, most people try to avoid me.”

“I hate to break it to you Max, but I’m not most people. I’m my own person, and just because you pulled a few pranks on people, it’s not going to change my opinion about you.”

“What’s your opinion?”

“I find you fun to be around, I don’t mind your pranks as long as they’re harmless. And I find you handsome.”

“Handsome? You find me.. handsome?” He said and I nodded as he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. “Well, I find you handsome too. Wait! That’s not the right word. I meant pretty!” He exclaimed, trying to dig himself out of the hole he put himself in.

“It’s okay! I get what you’re trying to say, Max. And thank you, that’s very next of you.” I took his hand in my own and noticed the fair not far ahead.

“Ready for some fun?”

“Always.” He smiled and kissed my cheek, and led me into the fair.

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Y/n: Congratulations, you three have won gold, silver, and bronze in the morons’ Olympics.

Alex:

Justin:

Max: Who won gold?

[brownieblob]

Be Careful Not to Mess With the Balance of Things

Max Russo x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1: Strange News

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"Everything is not what it seems"

The usual Saturday chaos buzzed through the Russo household. Syrupy pancakes, scattered newspapers, and the occasional magical mishap. Justin was awake hours before anyone else, buried in the daily newspaper- it was the responsible thing to do as the student body president and all that whatnot. Max was surprisingly up for once, only at the sound of pancakes though. That explained how he was stuffing his face without a care in the world, sitting cross legged on the couch as he guzzled down extra syrup. Alex was late as usual, her morning bedhead explanatory of the horrid sleep she'd experienced.

"Morning" Alex mumbled, snatching a pancake off Max's plate as she shuffled into the kitchen.

"Ugh, c'mon. Get your own." Max protested between chewing, sighing as Alex walked off.

"Should've eaten it faster." Alex shot back with a smirk, biting into the soft pancake with glee.

Everything was normal- until it wasn't.

With a loud whoosh Professor Crumbs appeared in the living room, his grand robes defining his authority and honor as they pooled on the wooden floorboard. He had a cup of tea in his hands as if he'd been mid-sip when he decided to teleport.

"Who wants more pancakes?" Said an awfully excited Theresa as she entered the living room. Seeing the professor and the possibility of magic being involved, her expression quickly soured. "You know what? I'm out." She said before placing the pancakes on the coffee table and waltzing out- if she wasn't part of it then it wouldn't affect her, at least that's what she hoped for.

"Professor Crumbs?" Jerry stood from the table, eyeing the man interrogatively as if to be sure this was the real deal. "To what do we owe the honor?"

Crumbs waved a dismissive hand, basking in the respect Jerry showed him. "Oh, just a minor magical emergency. Nothing too grave...yet."

Justin stood up, brushing the nonexistent dust off his sleeves. "Everyone else, sit down. I know what this is. The professor is here to take me on an escapade-"

"No Justin, I am not taking you on an escapade." Crumbs cut him off, an irritated cough following suit though his tone remained polite. "There has been an unexplainable incident...a mortal girl has been given a nymph's powers."

The room fell eerily silent, tension building within all those who were present. Other than for Max and Alex, both of whom were silent because of confusion.

"A mortal? How is that possible?" Jerry broke the silence, digging deeper into the matter.

"We aren't fully sure," The professor admitted, setting his empty teacup onto the coffee table. "The late nymph's soul- her essence - somehow bonded with the mortal, gifting the girl with magical powers. The girl is completely unaware of what power she now carries, since they haven't fully manifested within her. If left unchecked her powers could go berserk, posing a threat to her own life and even the secrecy of the Wizard World."

Alex leaned against the counter, cocking her brow. "So you want us to track her down? Sounds like more of a Justin kinda thing.." She muttered, looking at her older brother who was already taking notes on his planner.

This gained an exasperated sigh from Justin as he glared at his sister. "Alex, this is not a thing. It's a mission we've been trusted with."

"Well, not only you- all the wizards in New York. You see, this girl has recently moved here alongside her family, that's the only lead we have on her. I wouldn't have bothered you all, considering the amount of troublemakers within this family, but the girl has proven to be elusive. The wizards tasked with finding her have returned empty handed." Crumbs' words definitely bursted Justin's bubble on being the 'hero', but seemed to only fuel his determination further.

Max, meanwhile, perked up. "So, we're kidnapping a girl? Sweet, I'll get the duct tape."

"Max..!" Jerry practically barked at his youngest.

"What? That's what he said.." Max muttered in reply, sinking into the couch further.

Professor Crumbs pinched the bridge of his nose, already regretting his decision on visiting the Russo's. "Let me be perfectly clear. If you meet this girl, and no we have no idea how she looks or who she is, you are to politely bring her to the Wizard World. At any cost, but still politely."

"Right. Kidnap her, but politely." Alex quipped, earning a chuckle from Max and a groan from the rest.

Jerry smacked his hand down onto the coffee table. "Don't any of you understand the gravity of this matter!? If this girl loses control, it could be a disaster. Magic is dangerous in untrained hands, especially for someone who's body isn't meant for it.

"Not to mention," Said Crumbs, helping himself to pancakes- contrasting the tension in the room. "If she isn't brought to safety immediately, she could-"

"Die?" Alex interrupted, her smirk fading away when the Professor nodded. For a moment her cheerful demeanor fell, eyes holding genuine concern. Though, she masked it quickly with her usual bravado "That's great".

Crumbs stood up, wiping his mouth with a napkin that appeared out of nowhere. "Any leads connecting to this girl should be reported immediately. Remember, we are short on time." Said the professor before materializing into thin air.

"Believe me professor, I'll be sure to find this girl and bring her to you..!" Declared Justin as Crumbs vanished.

"Cool. Justin can play hero. I'm heading out." Alex mused, already nearing the door.

"No, you sit down right this instance, this is a family matter..!" Exclaimed Jerry, pointing to the couch as he stomped his foot on the ground.

"So...we're all politely kidnapping her?" Max blurted out, eyeing Jerry with confidence in his words.

Jerry sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "I give up."

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The sharp scent of bubble wrap and cardboard lingered like an unwelcome guest as you slumped onto your pillowy mattress. Moving to New York had been exhausting- three days of unboxing, adjusting to new neighbors, and dealing with the hustle bustle of the noisy city. You only massaged your temples, trying to calm yourself down- shaking off the strange feeling that clung onto you since your arrival to Waverly Street.

Ever since your walk in the park- under that whimsical willow tree - things had begun to spiral into a direction unknown. A sinking feeling drilled a hole deep in your heart but you ignored it. At first, you chalked it up to stress, but then little things started happening.

The time your suitcase flew up on its own, when you'd been too tired to unzip it and unpack- spilling clothes everywhere. Or maybe it was that golden aura- the faint glow you caught in the mirror - you swore surrounded you, like fairy dust from a children's book. You were tired. Stressed. And maybe just a bit loopy, imagining things. 

That's what you told yourself, but the truth had to unveil itself. And the time was tonight, right now.

You were seated at your vanity, rubbing moisturizer into your skin when something sparkly zipped past your ear. This time you couldn't convince yourself that it was a dream. Two tiny figures, no taller than your hand, sat casually atop your jewelry box. One in a glittery pink dress with matching wings, fluttered in excitement. The other, clad in green, smiled shyly at you- hiding behind her friend.

"Finally..! She can see us!" Said the pink one, her voice chipper and high-pitched. "We've been trying to get your attention for days, but it isn't your fault either. It took some time for the magic to settle within you.."

You blinked several times, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Honestly, you looked no different from a deer in headlights. "What...what are you..!?" You exclaimed, scampering off your chair in panic- bumping into your furniture along the way.

The pink one rolled her eyes dramatically. "Pixies. Duh". Gesturing towards herself she smiled "I'm Rosa, and my shy little friend here is Ivy. Say 'hi' Ivy!"

Ivy timidly waved to you, coquettish eyes looking away and unable to maintain eye-contact. "Hi.."

This was not real, no way. You pinched yourself, wincing at the sharp sting that followed. Okay, so not a dream. Your heartbeat quickened as you pushed your back towards the wall. "Pixies...like fairies? What in the Sleeping Beauty is going on..?"

"Aw, she's in denial. Cute, but no. We're pixies, not fairies. Totally different things. We're more sparkle and less forest vibes.." Rosa blabbered, clearly offended that you compared her to fairies.

You only stared for a few moments before picking up a pillow to shield yourself from them. "So it's not a dream..." You muttered to yourself, glancing around the room in a frenzy. "Okay, then why are you guys in my room!?" You blabbered, pointing your fingers at the two pixies.

"It's not our fault...you're the one who...um...absorbed a nymph's soul." Mumbled Ivy, just above a whisper. Her wings trembled with anxiety as she stood up for her actions. "We're attracted to such pure forms of magic...that's why we lingered.."

"I did what now?" You asked, confused as to what was going on- now even nymphs existed?

"When you walked under that willow tree.." Ivy continued, fluttering closer to you with newfound confidence, though she was still cautious. "That gust of wind, wasn't wind. That's why these strange things have been happening to you.."

Rosa chimed in, her tone too cheerful for the occasion. "Congrats! You're basically a walking magical miracle now!"

"You're joking, right? You guys are out of your mind." You mumbled, looking at them as if they were crazy.

"Says the girl talking to pixies."

Touché.

"So what now? And why me?" You asked, trying to satiate the curiosity within you.

"We don't really have all the answers, we're just the messengers- not even actually. We were there when it happened and we're here now so we told you what we knew.." Mused Rosa, folding her arms as she dramatically pondered over something.

"Nymphs are unpredictable...we don't know why she chose you." Ivy timidly chimed in, her voice gentle as ever. "But, what we do know is that you need help. If you don't learn to control your magic, horrible things could happen..! It could overwhelm you, even-" Ivy was frantic with her explanation, as if something was going to hurt you- and you really wanted her to continue but Rosa interrupted her

"Don't say it." Rosa covered Ivy's mouth. "She doesn't need to know that now, and not by us..!"

"Know what?" You pressed, leaning in closer towards the duo.

Rosa only gave you a nervous smile before zipping towards the window. "Let's just say, things could get...messy."

Ivy, frenzied, looked between you and Rosa- who already flew off into the night. "I-I really need to go but just remember...everything is not what it seems.." She whispered into your ear before dashing off behind Rosa, leaving a large trail of pixie dust.

Needless to say, you didn't get any sleep the whole night. Now, not only were you probably seeing things but were definitely going to have dark circles for your first day of school tomorrow. Great. Just great.

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Author's Note: Honestly writing this for my inner-child and because Max Russo deserves more fics. This chapter was only there for context so be prepared for when our MC meets our ML (Literally giggling and kicking my feet). Also, trust me guys I WILL ADD MORE THERESA IN (and definitely adding in Harper too).

Hope you enjoyed!

[desigal-26]

btw bless the anon that requested the Billy Russo fic I'm on my knees that was so good!!

could you write about how the f1 drivers would react to reader calling them "meri jaan" without realise she said it? or maybe the reader was talking on the phone with someone and says something like "wo toh meri jaan hai" and they overhear it?

- 🦚

I hope you don’t mind that I used both the situations—three drivers one situation. Also, I kind of went over the board for everyone—think 900+ words…for each.

Plus, I realised that I don’t know your fav driver. So, who is it? And fav team too?

Meri Jaan

Formula One Drivers x Desi!Reader

Includes: Carlos Sainz • Oscar Piastri • Charles Leclerc • Lando Norris • Lewis Hamilton • Max Verstappen

55. Carlos Sainz Jr.

The soft hum of the Bluetooth speaker blended with the gentle rustling of clothes, composing a quiet, domestic symphony that played in the background as Carlos sifted through his wardrobe—steadily unraveling both his outfit plans and his patience.

It was just a casual brunch. A laid-back affair with a few drivers and their girlfriends. Nothing high-stakes. And yet, Carlos Sainz had never subscribed to the concept of “casual” when it came to looking put together. Especially not when she would be there—his girlfriend, his amor, dressed to perfection as always.

Which is why the absence of one specific shirt—the soft, sky blue button-down he’d envisioned pairing with her outfit—felt like a personal betrayal from the universe. He raked a hand through his hair in frustration, scanning the wardrobe for the fifth time as though sheer willpower might make it appear.

It didn’t.

And so, in the face of fashion-induced crisis, he resorted to the most reliable solution he knew.

“Princesa!” (Princess) he called out, voice tinged with a dramatic sigh as he glared at the uncooperative closet.

There was a brief pause. The music stopped. A stretch of silence followed—quiet anticipation—before her voice rang out, muffled slightly from another room.

“Yes, baby?”

She sounded halfway into something—probably fixing her hair or sorting through her own outfit. In any other situation, she would have already stormed in, bare feet padding across the floor, hands on her hips, head tilted with an expression that practically said, If I find it and you didn’t, you’re sleeping in the car tonight.

And he knew, with bone-deep certainty, she would find it.

“I can’t find my blue shirt,” he called out, the edge of desperation creeping into his voice as he took a step back, arms falling to his sides in exasperation. His eyes scanned the wardrobe for what felt like the sixth time—fruitlessly. The pale cotton shirt, the one that would’ve matched her outfit perfectly, had seemingly vanished off the face of the earth. Or at least off the hangers.

“It’s there in the wardrobe only,” she called back, her voice slightly strained, followed by a muted thump. Carlos winced instinctively. She was probably mid-battle with a zipper or trying to wrangle her curling iron, likely having bumped into the dresser or the foot of the bed—something she’d done more times than either of them cared to admit.

“It’s not,” he huffed, lips jutting into a pout like a petulant child—not that she could see it, but he made the face anyway. A soft scowl, a furrowed brow, the full dramatics of a man who had officially lost to his own closet.

“Meri jaan, it’s there only. Check between your linen shirts.”

He froze.

It wasn’t the instruction that stopped him—it was the way she said it. Meri jaan. The foreign syllables wrapped around him like a silk ribbon, gentle and grounding. Even through the wall, her voice carried the warmth of affection, cutting clean through the wardrobe-induced chaos in his mind. Just like that, the stress slipped from his shoulders.

A small smile tugged at his lips. He blinked, refocused, and reached for the cluster of linen shirts.

And there it was.

Nestled innocently between his white button-down and a grey polo he’d shoved there in a hurry last week. The sky blue shirt, soft and smug in its hiding place, as though it had been watching his meltdown in silent amusement.

Carlos let out a breath—half relief, half reluctant amusement—as his fingers closed around the shirt’s familiar fabric. Of course she was right. She was always right when it came to his wardrobe, no matter how chaotic or disorganized he swore it wasn’t.

He pulled the shirt free, smoothing it out as a quiet smile crept back onto his face. The crisis had passed, but something else lingered in the air—something softer.

Meri jaan.

He mouthed the words to himself, tasting them like a secret. He wasn’t entirely sure he understood every nuance, but he knew enough. My life. Or my love. Something that meant everything, wrapped in two simple words. Spoken so casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And maybe, between them, it was.

Still holding the shirt in one hand, he walked out of the closet and into the bedroom, leaning against the doorway to find her exactly how he pictured—back to him, one hand tugging the zipper of her dress upward with a slight struggle, her brow furrowed in the mirror.

“You knew exactly where it was,” he said, voice warm, with a soft lilt of accusation.

She glanced at him through the mirror, catching his eyes with a knowing smirk. “Obviously.”

“And you called me meri jaan,” he added, a little quieter now, like he was still rolling it around in his head.

That made her pause. Just for a second. Then she turned toward him, arching a brow playfully. “What about it?”

“I liked it,” he said, smile spreading now, slow and sincere. “You don’t say it often.”

Her expression softened, and she walked up to him, still trying to manage the zipper at her back. “Well… maybe I should start,” she said, and then added with a teasing glint, “Especially if it helps you find your clothes without throwing a tantrum.”

He gave a small laugh, eyes dropping to her half-zipped dress. “Come here. Let me help.”

She turned, and he stepped closer, setting the shirt aside as his fingers gently pulled the zipper up, slow and careful. There was something intimate in the way they stood—no rush, no noise, just the quiet hum of love stitched into ordinary moments.

As he smoothed the fabric over her shoulders, he leaned in, pressing a light kiss behind her ear.

“Meri princesa,” (my princess) he whispered, voice barely above a breath.

She smiled, eyes meeting his in the mirror. “You’re getting good at that.”

“Learning from the best.”

81. Oscar Piastri

The cool blast of air conditioning was the only reprieve from the thick, humid Australian afternoon as Oscar stepped back into his house, gym bag slung over one shoulder. The sudden contrast between the sticky heat outside and the crisp calm indoors made his muscles relax instantly. The silence wrapped around him like a comforter—familiar, still, and peaceful.

Only, it wasn’t complete silence.

From down the hallway, he could hear the gentle hum of a voice, soft and melodic, drifting from the guest bedroom—the one currently occupied by her. His girlfriend. The warmth in his chest stirred instinctively at the sound. The rest of the house was quiet; his family had flown off to Bora Bora for a little escape from routine life, a much-deserved vacation. But Oscar had chosen to stay back. After a year spent pinballing between racetracks, airports, and time zones, the thought of more travel—no matter how beautiful—felt exhausting. He needed stillness. Familiar walls. A soft bed. Her.

They could’ve gone somewhere peaceful together—he would’ve said yes to that in a heartbeat. But here, in the quiet corners of his childhood home, with her around, was just as perfect.

He padded toward the room, intending to knock lightly, let her know he was back from the gym. Maybe talk about dinner—cook something, or just fall into the age-old comfort of takeaway and a movie.

But then, he paused.

Her voice floated through the slightly ajar door. She was on the phone, chatting in Hindi—her other language. One he didn’t understand beyond the occasional phrase or nickname she’d tossed his way. Normally, he would’ve walked away, respecting her privacy.

But then he heard it.

“Woh toh meri jaan hai.”

The words caught him off guard—not in volume, but in weight. He didn’t understand them fully, but his heart did. Somehow, instinctively, his breath hitched. His steps faltered. It felt like his chest was suddenly too full of something warm and weightless at once.

He didn’t need a translation. He knew she was talking about him.

There was a rhythm to the words, a softness in the way she said them—as if every syllable carried something sacred. A smile ghosted his lips, unbidden. He stood there for a moment longer, letting her voice wash over him like music from a memory he hadn’t lived yet.

She said it so simply, so sincerely. And somehow, in a language he barely knew, she’d told him the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

Oscar lingered just outside the door for a few more seconds, her voice a comforting melody wrapping around him. He didn’t understand the details of the conversation—something about a cousin’s wedding, he thought—but it didn’t matter. He’d heard his part. And that was enough to send his heart into a quiet freefall.

A moment later, her laughter filtered out—bright, unfiltered, the kind that made his chest ache in the best way. That was his cue.

He gave the door a light knock with his knuckles and pushed it open, careful not to startle her.

She was sprawled across the bed, barefoot and glowing from the warm afternoon light, phone pressed to her ear and a notebook open beside her. She looked up, surprised at first—then softened into a smile that always made him feel like he’d just come home.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” she said into the phone, eyes still on him. “Yeah… okay. Bye.”

She ended the call and set her phone aside. “Hey,” she said, sitting up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re back.”

“I am,” Oscar replied, still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a lopsided smile playing at his lips. “Good chat?”

She narrowed her eyes slightly, immediately catching the tone. “Yes…? Why?”

He shrugged with feigned casualness, stepping into the room. “Oh, nothing. Just heard a few words in Hindi on my way past. Something about… meri jaan?”

She froze.

Then blinked.

Then visibly fought the urge to cover her face. “You understood that?”

“No idea what it means,” he said, grinning now, “but judging by the way you said it—and the fact you were smiling right after—I’m going to assume it was about me. And that it was good.”

She buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god.”

He laughed, crossing the room in a few steps and sitting beside her on the bed. “So?” he pressed, nudging her shoulder with his. “What does it mean? Don’t make me Google it.”

She peeked at him from between her fingers, still flushed. “You’re not going to let it go, are you?”

“Absolutely not.”

She dropped her hands with a sigh, but there was affection in every line of her expression. “It means…” She hesitated, then looked him square in the eyes. “He is my life.”

Oscar went quiet.

For a heartbeat. Maybe two.

Then he let out a soft breath, the teasing slipping away, replaced by something softer, deeper.

“I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about me,” he said, voice low. “Even if I needed subtitles.”

She laughed again, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder. “Well, consider it your official bilingual love declaration.”

He smiled into her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Say it again,” he whispered.

She leaned back just enough to meet his eyes, her voice tender and sure as she repeated, “Tum toh meri jaan ho.” (You’re my life.)

And this time, he didn’t need a translation. He felt every word in his bones.

16. Charles Leclerc

Monaco was unusually quiet for once.

Not in the literal sense—there was still the distant hum of boats in the harbour and the occasional rev of a scooter outside Charles’ apartment—but inside the sunlit kitchen, there was a softness that didn’t often exist in their lives. It was just the two of them, barefoot and comfortably messy. She stood by the stove, stirring something that smelled suspiciously like home to her, while Charles leaned against the counter, watching her with an expression that hovered between fascination and mild confusion.

“Okay,” he said slowly, eyeing the pot. “So, let me get this straight. It’s not a curry. It’s not a stew. It’s not soup. But it has… all the spices in the universe and smells like I might fall in love with it.”

She grinned without looking at him. “It’s khichdi, Charles. Comfort food. The kind you make when you’ve had a long day or you’re sick or you just need a hug from your plate.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Is this your way of saying I should be emotionally prepared?”

“It’s my way of saying, trust me. You’ll thank me later.”

Charles let out a laugh, the warm, soft one that only she seemed to get from him these days. He walked over to the stove, snaking his arms around her waist from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder, peeking into the pot like it held the secrets of the universe.

“It smells like you,” he murmured.

She snorted. “What, like spices and pressure?”

“No,” he said, grinning. “Like warmth. And home.”

That made her pause. The spoon in her hand slowed, and her eyes flicked to him briefly. “You’re getting awfully poetic today, Monsieur Leclerc.”

“I just know good things when I smell them,” he teased, pressing a soft kiss to her jaw before pulling back and reaching for the plates on the shelf.

She watched him with a quiet fondness as he set the table—still shirtless from the morning workout, hair tousled, skin flushed from the steam of the kitchen. There was something about Charles when he was like this: undistracted, grounded, entirely hers in the moment.

She ladled the steaming khichdi into bowls and carried them over to the table. Charles sat down, eagerly pulling the bowl closer and eyeing it with the kind of curiosity he reserved for a new car setup or a Monaco strategy meeting.

She sat across from him, amused. “Okay, moment of truth.”

Charles took the first bite and his eyes widened slightly. He chewed slowly, nodding, then pointed his spoon at her.

“This,” he said, mouth half-full, “is incredible. I feel like you’ve healed all the childhood trauma I didn’t know I had.”

She burst out laughing, nearly spilling her own bowl. “You’re so dramatic.”

“You don’t understand,” he insisted, pointing to the bowl. “This is better than anything I’ve eaten in Italy. Don’t tell my mother.”

She shook her head, grinning. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

They ate quietly for a few minutes after that, the kind of silence that came easy—comfortable, lived-in. And then, as he reached over to steal a piece of mango pickle from her plate, she swatted his hand without thinking.

“Arrey! That’s mine, meri jaan—don’t touch!”

It came out so naturally, so quickly, that she didn’t even register it at first. Not until she saw him freeze mid-motion, his eyes locking with hers across the table, confused at first… then slowly, disbelievingly, smiling.

“What did you just call me?” he asked, voice soft.

Her stomach dropped. Her spoon clattered gently against the bowl.

“Oh God,” she muttered, hand flying to her face. “Did I just—? No, no no—forget it. It just slipped out.”

But Charles was already grinning like she’d handed him pole position in Monaco on a silver platter.

“Meri jaan,” he repeated, testing the words on his tongue like they were something sacred. “That means something like… my life, right?”

She groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Yes, fine, it does, but I didn’t mean to say it, it just—slipped, okay? It’s just something we say.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, eyes dancing.

“So… you accidentally called me your life?”

“You are impossible,” she muttered, cheeks burning.

“And you’re adorable,” he replied, still grinning like a child with a secret. “Say it again.”

“No.”

“Come onnnn, meri jaan,” he said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

She choked on her laugh. “Charles!”

“What?” he asked innocently. “I’m just saying it back. I think it’s romantic. Very Bollywood. Very dramatic. Very us.”

She stared at him for a moment, fighting back a smile. “You’re going to bring this up forever, aren’t you?”

“Oh, forever,” he nodded solemnly. “Every time you scold me. Every time I steal your food. Every time I beat you at Mario Kart. I will remind you that once, in a moment of passion, you called me your life.”

She laughed again, shaking her head as he reached across the table to hold her hand, thumb tracing slow circles over her knuckles.

“But really,” he added, voice softer now, “I loved it.”

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his—and in them, that same expression she’d seen the first night she’d told him she loved him. Open. Honest. A little awestruck.

“Well then,” she murmured, lacing her fingers through his, “get used to it, meri jaan.”

And the way his smile bloomed after that?

It made her wonder if maybe he had known all along, even before she did.

04. Lando Norris

The rain tapped lightly against the windows of their London flat, the kind of drizzle that blurred the edges of the skyline but made everything inside feel warmer, cozier. A candle flickered on the coffee table, its faint scent of vanilla and sandalwood weaving through the apartment, mingling with the aroma of the chai she’d made earlier.

Lando was in the next room, gaming headset off, eyes fixed on his laptop as he flipped through something on the simulator software—half working, half distracted. Her voice floated in from the living room, lilting and musical, and though she was speaking in Hindi, a language still foreign to him in many ways, the rhythm of it was comforting. Familiar.

He loved hearing her speak in her native tongue. It was different from the world he was so used to—louder, warmer, more poetic somehow. And when she was on the phone with her friends or family, it came out of her like second nature. Like water. Sometimes fast, sometimes soft, always full of emotion.

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, not really. But when he heard her laugh—the one that was deeper, more carefree than usual—he paused his work, curious. He leaned back slightly, earbuds still in his hands, listening.

“Arey yaar, stop it,” she said playfully to whoever was on the other end. “I’m serious! He’s so annoying sometimes, you know? But what can I do…”

There was a pause. A beat of silence filled with the static hum of a call.

And then she said it.

“Woh toh meri jaan hai.”

The words were soft. Almost whispered. But Lando heard them clearly.

He froze.

The sentence echoed in his head, though the meaning took a second to register. He’d heard her say that word before—jaan. Once when she was scrolling through an Instagram comment thread, once when she was watching a movie with subtitles on. He remembered asking about it then.

“What does jaan mean?”

She’d smiled and said, “It means life. But not in the medical way. Like… someone who is your life. A really deep kind of love.”

And now… she’d said it about him.

Lando sat there, blinking, heart skipping a beat he hadn’t seen coming.

She came into the room a few moments later, still on the phone, cradling a mug in one hand and tucking her hair behind her ear with the other. She was dressed in one of his hoodies and a pair of fluffy socks, looking entirely too soft and too beautiful for his poor heart to handle.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later,” she said, lowering her voice a bit. “Tell Masi I said hi… okay, bye.”

She ended the call and looked up, only then noticing his slightly stunned expression.

“What?” she asked, a little amused, a little wary. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He tilted his head. “You said something.”

She blinked. “Okay… I say a lot of things. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“On the phone,” Lando said, standing up and walking toward her. “You were talking about me, weren’t you?”

Her eyes widened just slightly. “I… maybe. Why?”

He stopped in front of her, close enough to reach out and steal the mug from her hands. He took a sip of the spiced tea she made so much better than he ever could, then looked at her over the rim.

“Woh toh meri jaan hai,” he repeated, carefully, mimicking her pronunciation.

Her mouth parted slightly. “Oh.”

Lando grinned. “Oh?”

“I didn’t think you’d hear that.”

“Well, I did.” His voice dropped slightly, the teasing still there but gentler now. “So… you think I’m your jaan?”

She looked down, cheeks warming, caught somewhere between embarrassment and vulnerability. “It just slipped out. I didn’t plan on saying it, okay?”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “That’s why it meant even more.”

She looked up at him again, eyes flickering with something open, something raw. “It’s… kind of a big deal in my language,” she admitted. “You don’t just throw that word around. It means someone who’s a part of you. Someone you’d do anything for. Someone who feels like home.”

Lando’s expression shifted then—his teasing smile giving way to something quieter, more reverent.

“I figured it wasn’t casual,” he said, setting the mug down on the side table before gently tugging her into his arms. She came easily, naturally, her head fitting perfectly under his chin.

“I think about that sometimes,” he murmured, his lips brushing her hair. “How you grew up with all this beautiful language for things we barely know how to say in English.”

She smiled against his chest. “You’re doing fine.”

“I like it, you know,” he said. “How you say things without knowing I’m listening. Like it’s just the truth, unfiltered.”

“I didn’t mean to say it in front of you,” she mumbled.

“I know,” he chuckled, pulling back to tilt her face up gently. “But I’m glad you did.”

He brushed a thumb along her cheek and said, slowly, like he was testing each word for weight and balance, “Tu bhi meri jaan hai.” (You’re my life too.)

Her eyes widened, a startled laugh escaping her lips. “Lando—”

“I practiced,” he interrupted proudly. “Googled it weeks ago. Saved it for a dramatic reveal, but you beat me to it.”

She shook her head, face flushed, heart full. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You love me.”

“I do,” she whispered. “Meri jaan.”

And he kissed her then—slow and sure—as the rain continued tapping on the windows and the scent of chai lingered in the air, anchoring them in a moment that felt entirely, quietly perfect.

44. Lewis Hamilton

The soft hum of the espresso machine filled the open-plan kitchen, mingling with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon-dusted toast. Outside, London’s morning fog still clung to the windowpanes, but inside Lewis’ townhouse, everything was warm: the air, the lighting, and most of all, the company.

She stood by the counter in one of his oversized T-shirts—one he’d “accidentally” left in her closet months ago—hair a little wild from sleep, humming something under her breath in Hindi as she plated their breakfast.

Lewis sat at the table, still waking up, his curls tied back with a silk scarf she’d brought him from Delhi. The air between them was lazy and intimate in a way that didn’t need filling. He scrolled aimlessly through his phone, but his eyes kept drifting to her.

She didn’t even realize he was watching when she turned to place his plate in front of him and murmured under her breath, “Here you go, meri jaan. Eat before it gets cold.”

He froze.

It wasn’t even a dramatic moment. She didn’t say it like it was a grand confession. She said it the way someone might say baby or love—absently, casually, wrapped in morning fog and the smell of toast.

But Lewis felt it. Like the words had a weight. Like they hit some part of him that still surprised him after all these years.

“Meri… jaan?” he repeated slowly, tasting the unfamiliar syllables.

She stiffened instantly.

Shit.

Her head snapped up to look at him, eyes wide. “I—I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“But you did,” he said softly, a slow grin creeping onto his face. “You called me something.”

Her cheeks warmed. “It’s not a big deal.”

He set his fork down and leaned forward, elbows on the table. “It sounds like a big deal.”

She hesitated. “It kind of is, yeah.”

His brow lifted slightly, interest piqued. “So… tell me what it means.”

She fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, debating whether to downplay it or just admit the truth.

“It means…” she began, eyes flicking to his, “it literally means my life. But that’s not really the way we use it. It’s more like… someone you love deeply. Someone who’s close to your heart. Like a soulmate, almost.”

Lewis didn’t speak right away. He just looked at her.

The room went quiet, and the weight of her words settled between them—soft, but undeniably present.

“So, you said that about me,” he murmured, something unreadable flickering across his face. “Without thinking.”

“I didn’t mean to. I was just—” She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “It slipped out.”

He stood then, slowly, like he was stepping into something delicate. Walked around the table and came to stand in front of her, close enough that she had to tilt her head to look up at him.

“You know,” he said, voice low and steady, “you’ve got a habit of saying the most beautiful things when you’re not thinking.”

Her eyes searched his, unsure of what he was feeling.

“You’re not weirded out?” she asked quietly.

“Why would I be?” he asked, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You said something that came straight from your heart. What could be more real than that?”

She smiled, almost shyly. “It’s just… I don’t throw that word around. Not even in Hindi. And I didn’t want to scare you off with all my intensity before you’d even finished your toast.”

He laughed, pulling her into his chest with a warmth that radiated straight through her skin.

“I drive at 300 kilometers an hour for a living,” he murmured into her hair. “You think a little intensity is gonna scare me?”

She laughed into his chest, the sound muffled and giddy.

“I like that you said it,” he continued, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Even if you didn’t mean to. Even if it scared you a little.”

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with playful eyes. “So what, now you’re going to go around calling me that too?”

His smile turned mischievous. “I might. What was it again?”

She shook her head. “You’re going to butcher the pronunciation.”

“Meri jaan,” he repeated carefully, drawing out each syllable.

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Okay, that was actually… not bad.”

He beamed. “I’ve been listening. You say a lot more than you realize.”

“Oh God,” she groaned. “How many embarrassing things have I said in Hindi thinking you didn’t understand?”

“More than I’ll ever tell you,” he said, grinning. “But I remember this one.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. “Of course you do.”

He kissed her then—soft and slow and grounding. A kiss that felt like an unspoken promise.

When they broke apart, he murmured against her lips, “You’re my life too, you know. Even if I say it in English.”

She laughed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’m also lucky I’ve got a girlfriend who calls me her jaan before breakfast.”

She shook her head, exasperated and entirely in love. “That’s it. I’m switching to French. You’ll never know what I’m saying.”

He pulled her closer. “Doesn’t matter what language you use. I’ll always hear you.”

01. Max Verstappen

The morning sun had barely crested over the Monaco skyline, casting golden stripes across the sleek marble floors of Max’s penthouse. The Mediterranean glittered in the distance, framed by floor-to-ceiling windows, and the soft sounds of waves mingled with the low hum of a passing yacht.

Max was still in bed, half-awake, hair tousled and expression lazy. The bed was warm, but colder without her in it. She had slipped out an hour ago, muttering something about a Zoom call with her cousin in Mumbai and needing to be “presentable.” He’d grunted something unintelligible and buried his face in her pillow, still smelling faintly of jasmine and whatever fancy leave-in conditioner she always insisted was “essential.”

Now, as the silence gave way to the soft lilt of her voice from the living room, Max blinked his eyes open fully. She was on the phone, chatting in Hindi—her cadence quick, animated, and full of emotion. He couldn’t understand most of it. But he liked the sound of it. It was rhythmic, almost melodic, like a song only her people knew the lyrics to.

Max sat up, stretching lazily, but didn’t leave the bedroom. He didn’t want to interrupt her. Not yet. But then he heard it—just one sentence that made him freeze mid-stretch.

“Woh toh meri jaan hai.”

His brows furrowed slightly. He didn’t speak Hindi, but he wasn’t clueless either. He’d picked up a few things over the months—thanks to her rapid WhatsApp voice notes and endless family FaceTimes. He remembered that word. Jaan.

She had once explained it to him, offhandedly, while they were watching a Bollywood movie.

“It means ‘life,’” she’d said, curled up next to him on the couch. “But not, like, heartbeat-and-organs life. More like… someone who is your life. A term of deep love.”

He hadn’t thought about it much at the time. But now?

She’d said it like she meant it. And even if it wasn’t directed at him in the moment, some part of him knew. She was talking about him.

He waited a few moments longer. Her voice rose with a laugh, then softened again. Then came the sound of slippers padding down the hallway.

“Max?” she called gently, pushing open the bedroom door with one hand while cradling her phone in the other. “You’re up?”

He nodded slowly, eyes fixed on her. She looked adorable—dressed in one of his oversized Red Bull T-shirts, her hair up in a lazy bun. Her eyes were still sleep-warm, glowing from the morning light.

“Good morning,” she said softly, walking over to him and kissing his forehead. “Sorry if I woke you.”

“You didn’t,” he said, voice gravelly with sleep. “You were talking to your cousin?”

She nodded, flopping down beside him. “Yeah. It’s her wedding next month. She was stressing about flowers and colours and lehengas.”

“Mmm,” Max murmured, stretching an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “You said something. On the phone.”

Her body stiffened just slightly. “Did I?”

He turned to look at her, brow raised, blue eyes far too observant for her liking. “You called someone meri jaan.”

She blinked. “You understood that?”

“You explained it once,” he said. “I remember. It means something like… my life?”

Her cheeks flushed, caught somewhere between amusement and embarrassment. “Yeah. That’s what it means.”

Max tilted his head, now fully curious. “So… who’s your jaan, then?”

She groaned, burying her face into his shoulder. “I knew this would come back to bite me.”

“So it was me?” he asked, voice tinged with amusement now.

She peeked up at him, mock-glare in place. “Who else would it be?”

He smirked. “I don’t know. Maybe that actor you always simp over. The one with the jawline and the motorcycles.”

She burst out laughing. “Please. I’d call him hot, but I wouldn’t call him meri jaan.”

Max grinned. “So… it’s me, then.”

“Yes,” she said, rolling her eyes affectionately. “It’s you. You’re my jaan.”

The teasing in his expression softened at her words. “You say that like it’s something serious.”

“It is something serious,” she replied, her voice gentle now. “We don’t use that word lightly. It’s reserved for someone you really love. Someone you… see your future with.”

He fell quiet.

Not uncomfortable silence, but the kind that settled deep and full between two people who understood the weight of a moment.

“I like that you said it,” he murmured eventually, his thumb rubbing soft circles along her hip. “Even if I wasn’t supposed to hear it.”

She smiled, threading her fingers through his. “Sometimes the most honest things come out when you don’t plan them.”

“Say it again,” he said.

“What?”

“Say it again. The way you did on the phone.”

She rolled her eyes but gave in, leaning in closer so that her lips brushed his jaw.

“Woh toh meri jaan hai.”

His hand tightened around hers.

“I don’t speak Hindi,” he said, voice low, “but that might be my favourite sentence in any language.”

She laughed, her nose brushing his as she whispered, “Want me to teach you how to say it back?”

He nodded. “Only if you promise not to laugh.”

She grinned. “I’ll try my best.”

She repeated it slowly for him, syllable by syllable, until he said it—clumsily but sincerely.

“Tu meri jaan hai.”

“Close enough,” she whispered, heart already melting.

He kissed her then, warm and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to learn her language, her culture, her heart.

Because she wasn’t just his jaan.

She was his home.

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

best friend's brother. ( justin russo x reader )

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Justin had spent years drowning out Alex and Harper's conversations but even he was intrigued by their excited squeals and happy jumping. The pair had earned stares from many of the customers and when it was apparent that Alex was no longer working, Justin approached the duo with an irritated sigh, moving behind Alex who was behind the cash register, handing Max the order before turning to the two girls.

"In case you haven't noticed, we're really busy right now and you're supposed to be - what's the word? Helping!"

Alex scoffed, "I am helping." She tossed straws at a table and Justin's eyebrows rose when the handful of straws hit the person in the face, falling onto the table and the floor. "See?"

"We're just excited." Harper smiled at the eldest Russo. "Your parents agreed to a sleepover. On a school night!"

"What?" Justin looked at his sister who laughed.

"I know! Y/N's parents had to go out of town so mom told her mom that she could stay here and agreed to let Harper stay as well."

"Y/N is staying here? When?"

"Tonight. And tomorrow and the day after that." Alex replied.

"I can only stay tonight." Harper pouted.

"Yeah, yeah, that's terrible -" Justin noticed more customers arriving and departed to hand them menus, rapidly telling them the specials before returning to the two teenagers. "So, when is she coming over?"

"In an hour." Harper stood up, "That reminds me I better go get ready for tonight. Ah! I can't wait!"

"An hour, huh?" Justin rested a hand on the countertop as he stood across from Alex who was growing suspicious of his interest in the sleepover. "And w-where is she sleeping?"

"My room, duh." Alex smirked, "Why do you want to know so much anyway? Are you attracted to her?"

"Guys, order up!" Max called.

Justin scoffed, "Wha- no!"

"Guys!" Max yelled louder.

Justin took the opportunity to retreat and Alex's amused gaze followed him as he went to collect the orders. "Now unlike you, I have work to do."

"Uh-huh."

A short while later Justin was in the kitchen helping Max clear up after the lunch rush when you arrived, pulling a suitcase and when he heard Alex call your name he looked through the hatch to see you heading upstairs.

"Dude!" Max called when he left the kitchen. By the time he made it upstairs you and Alex were gone, your suitcase in the hallway, and his mother informed him that you and Alex had gone to meet Harper.

Inwardly he groaned before heading back to the substation to help Max who complained about doing most of the work, leading the two to argue before their father intervened.

You entered the substation a few hours later carrying bags from clothing stores and Justin turned when you called his name desperately.

"Justin, help me!"

He abandoned the table he was taking orders from and took as many bags as he could. You sighed in relief and he raised an eyebrow at Alex and Harper who entered.

"My hero."

Alex scoffed while Justin stammered, clearing his throat before helping you take the bags upstairs. "What about my bags?"

"Did your arms fall off?" He called over his shoulder.

"Did your arms fall off?" She mocked.

You laughed at the siblings as you all made your way to Alex's bedroom, and you dropped the bags onto the floor, sighing in relief. "I remembered why I hate shopping with you."

"You didn't have to buy them," Alex argued.

"But they looked cute on me!" You pouted.

"It's true. They did." Harper agreed.

"Everything looks cute on you," Justin mumbled, but he was close enough for you and Alex to hear.

"Thank you." You smiled at the eldest Russo. "She!" You pointed at Alex accusingly, "Said I looked 'okay'." You used your fingers as quotes.

"Uh, hello? Pink ruffles?" Alex collapsed onto her back on the bed and you giggled as you mimicked her actions.

"I just didn't want Sarah to get them. Remember that dress I waited a while for? She went out and bought the last one."

"That's terrible!" Harper frowned.

"I had it reserved." You rested on your elbows to meet her gaze, your hair framing your face and Justin couldn't look away. "I paid extra and they didn't even give me a refund! Just a stupid coupon."

Theresa entered the bedroom, surprised to find Justin voluntarily listening to your latest shopping spree. "Justin, your father wants you downstairs. Now."

Justin walked out with his mother and Alex rolled her eyes, shaking her head at how easily your presence dumbed down his high IQ.

Later that night you and Harper joined the Russo family for dinner and when your parents called to check in, you went onto the balcony and Justin kept glancing over as you paced while on the phone.

Alex and Harper went to the substation to get snacks while they waited and when he saw you sit down outside, Justin decided to go out and check on you.

"Everything okay?" He closed the door behind him as you turned in surprise, sending him a small smile.

"Yeah," You looked out at the view below as he stood next to you, "It's strange...it's the first time I've ever stayed away from home and my parents are not even in the same city."

"Well, you have nothing to worry about," Justin sent you a small smile, "Between Alex's snoring and Harper talking in her sleep, you'll never fall asleep so you can't have a nightmare."

Laughter fell from your lips and Justin chuckled, his smile growing when you leaned into him. "Maybe I should sleep on the couch."

He shook his head, "You can take my room. I'll sleep on the couch."

You would argue with him but you knew from experience it was a losing battle. "You're always so nice to me."

"Don't tell Harper but you are my favorite out of Alex's friends." He said. You bumped your shoulder with his, smiling softly. "I'm serious!" He grinned.

You met his gaze with a smile, "You're my favorite Russo." You kissed his cheek and Justin stood frozen, afraid to breathe and ruin the moment. "Goodnight, Justin."

You went back inside and joined your friends in front of the television. Justin went to his room and came down when the movie ended with a pillow and a blanket. You walked out of Alex's room and headed to the living room as he was setting up the couch.

"Goodnight." You bit the inside of your cheek as your eyes met.

"Night," Justin replied.

You went upstairs to his bedroom and found it unsurprisingly cleaner than Alex's. You smiled softly as you glanced around, seeing the posters and the blue wallpaper. The books overflowing on the bookcase made your smile grow. The room screamed Justin Russo and it was comforting that night.

You climbed into the bed and lay gazing up at the ceiling. You were exhausted, and from your many glances at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was quickly becoming morning, yet you still couldn't sleep.

Like you, Justin was replaying the moment on the terrace although his eyes were closed, his brain was running a mile a minute trying to figure out what it meant. You said favorite Russo, not Russo Brother, and kissed his cheek. What did it all mean?

"Justin?" He turned when you whispered his name and sat up, finding you in the glow coming through the doors leading to the terrace. "Are you asleep?"

"No." He paused when Harper's sleep-talking echoed down the hall, and you covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your giggles. "I did warn you."

"You did."

"What's wrong?" He asked, standing up as you approached the sofa.

You took a deep breath as you approached him. "I'm gonna say something and until I do, I don't think I can sleep ever again so here goes." You cleared your throat, "I know I'm younger than you, and you probably have a girlfriend and I made things super awkward earlier by kissing your cheek and telling you I had feelings for you, but I have to know if there is even the slightest possibility you could like me back."

Justin stood for a moment in stunned silence before shaking his head. "No." Before you could step away he grabbed your arm and lowered his hand to yours, closing the gap between you. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. And there isn't a possibility, I'm a hundred percent certain that I like you. I thought you wouldn't like me because, well, I am your best friend's brother."

"I thought you would see me as the weird younger kid with a crush." You sighed, taking his other hand.

Justin smiled, "You aren't that weird."

"Hey!" You pouted, exclaiming quietly to avoid waking anyone else.

"I'm kidding." He chuckled, wetting his lips anxiously as he lifted a hand to your cheek. "While you do have questionable financial choices, I like everything about you. You're amazing, Y/N. I wouldn't change a thing."

You smiled fondly, your breath hitching when he leaned in, closing your eyes as your lips met. You melted into the kiss, heart hammering in your chest and knees growing weak as he placed his free hand on your back, bringing you closer.

You were both too consumed in the moment that you didn't register the footsteps growing closer until the light turned on, blinding you briefly until you turned to the culprit, your eyes widening when you saw an equally surprised Alex.

"Urgh, gross!" She groaned. "Okay, first rule, no kissing around me. Urgh!" She walked to the refrigerator to get a drink before leaving and you looked at Justin seconds before she turned the light off.

You covered your mouth as you fell onto the couch, giggling as he joined you. "We are never going to hear the end of this."

You bit your lip as he turned to you, resting his arm on the back of the sofa as he moved closer. "I have to live with her." He smiled, cradling your cheek as you giggled. Not wishing to be disturbed a second time, you put your hand on his chest when he leaned in to pick up where you left off and took his hand, pulling him upstairs and Justin smiled when he realized your plan.

He closed his bedroom door as he took in the view of your features illuminated by the lamp you had left on. You smiled when he closed the distance between you with large strides, placing your hands on his cheeks as he kissed you, his hands resting on your hips as he held you closer.

You didn't know what this spelled for your friendship with Alex. She did not like sharing and Justin knew there were many arguments ahead when she would undoubtedly interrupt your dates or any time you spent together. But at that moment nothing else mattered, you would figure it all out along the way. For now, you savored the moment alone, high off the feel of his kiss and your confessions. Little did you know there was one more secret he was keeping from you.

[wileys-russo]

childhood sweethearts (1) II a.russo x reader

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this is part one to a lil multi part fic i've been working on, sequels and prequels to come

childhood sweethearts II a.russo x reader

"and you promise you'll not burn yourself out again right darling?" you sighed at the obvious concern present in your mums voice on the other end of the phone line. "yes mother i've learnt and i've grown and i'm doing all the self care things!" you cheered sarcastically, switching to hands free as you moved to stir your dinner.

"ha ha ha. i think you forget that i still know where you live and i have no issues just popping in every now and then to check on-" the older woman began to threaten as your eyes widenened.

"okay okay there's no need for that mum! i'm doing well, i promise." you responded a lot more sincerely as the woman on the other end simply hummed. "this school and my workload is a lot less intense, really! my colleagues are very friendly, my boss is approachable and i love my class. better?" you sighed as you switched off your stove and began to dish yourself up a bowl.

"and it's brought you back closer to home, my favourite part!" your mum cheered as you playfully rolled your eyes.

"yes it has however i maintain that i have boundaries mum. you, lily and harry are only welcome to visit with an invitation." you warned, half serious and half joking as you grabbed your phone and moved to the living room, sinking down into the sofa.

"yes you made that very clear, feeling very loved darling." "you know i love you ever so dearly mum but i also love my own space."

"oh god i almost forgot. you'll never guess who i ran into the other day!" your mum suddenly gasped making you chuckle, if you'd even tried guessing you could have been stuck on the phone with her for hours, your mothers social circle seemingly never ending.

it used to be a point of contention for you in your youth, hating the way you were seemingly forever pulled away to dinners or parties or barbeques, having to beg your parents to leave once it grew late in the night and your social battery had long hit its max.

as your siblings grew older they were always excused from going to these elaborate social events and you'd beg to be given that same privilege but as the youngest that was one thing you coudn't talk your way out of.

though once your dad passed you watched that break her down to nothing, seemingly just a shell of the woman she once was when he was alive and all was well.

but with time you grew to watch your mother pick herself back up slowly and start to rebuild her own support net. recconecting with her inner circle after isolating herself from the outside world for so long, it warmed your heart and was something you would forever encourage for her.

knowing that the older woman would always thrive and be at her best as a social butterfly and the hostess with the mostess, it had helped her to heal.

"if i guessed we could be here for hours and i have an island full of gorgeous single airheads and a bowl of pasta calling my name, so who did you run into?" you chuckled, shoveling in a mouthful of food as you awaited her answer.

"carol russo!" you choked at her words, spitting out the pasta you'd half chewed and breaking out into a coughing fit, scrambling for the glass of water on the coffee table.

"oh honestly i wish you'd learn to chew before you swallow, the food isn't going to disappear!" your mum scolded you as you finally caught your breath again.

"oh i'm grand mum, thank you for your concern!"

"anyway. well i've not seen her for years as you'd know and then there i was just browsing the strawberries, i needed some for a new crumble recipe i'm trying, and there she was, just grabbing a bunch of carrots!" you had to withhhold the urge to laugh at the way your mother told stories and just how animated she'd become, so fixated on the small details as she basically told you their entire conversation and coincidentally revealed her entire shopping list as she went.

"so we're all going out for a meal on thursday to catch up properly." you hummed, only half listening at this point. "that sounds nice." you mumbled, flicking through the tv.

"so you'll be there then? i said half past six since i know you're normally home from work around five." now that had you tuning back in. "wait, you what?" you directed your full attention back to the conversation.

"dinner with the russo's. half past six at paradiso, your brother and sister already said yes." your mum repeated as your stomach dropped and you fell silent. "darling did you hear me?"

"yeah i did. but look mum i have lesson planning to do and that's a school night and-" "oh y/n please! carol made such a point to ask how you've been and how much she'd love to see you. i know you and lessi drifted apart but you're both adults now darling i'm sure you can find some common ground, and the two of you used to be inseparable."

and there it was.

you could have just maybe deluded yourself into thinking that there was a slight chance the youngest russo wouldn't be present, perhaps you'd get lucky and she would be too busy off being a european football superstar.

but now you knew she'd be there the pit of worry and dread forming in your stomach only widened, quickly going from a small hole to a gaping chasm as the nerves already settled in at the thought of speaking with her after so many years apart.

"actually no you know what darling i don't care if you're an adult now, you're going. no arguments!" your mum decided, hastily excusing herself and stating she couldn't wait to see you, ending the call before you could utter another word.

~

"oh god, get it together! they're just regular people and its just one dinner." you mumbled to yourself with a shake of your head as you fixed your hair in your rear view mirror for the fifth time, sinking into your seat with a long exhale.

you jumped and let out a yell of shock as someones knuckles rapped against your window, an all too familiar toothy grin shining down at you as you grabbed your bag and popped open your door.

"shortstack!" giorgio cheered, surprising you as he scooped you up into a bearhug. "well, maybe not so much anymore." he placed you back down as he looked you up and down with a beaming smile.

"hi gio." you laughed fondly, hugging him again as he squeezed you, having been just like another brother to you as you'd grown up, it seemed he hadn't changed a bit.

"still shorter than me though, and definitely shorter than lessi." the boy teased as you felt a wave of nausea wash over you as the realization once again sank in you'd be seeing her again after all these years.

"so its been years, how have you been?" the italian laughed, throwing an arm over your shoulder as you briefly caught him up on what you were doing now as he did the same, the two of you wandering into the familiar restaurant.

"hasn't changed eh?" he chuckled as the both of you looked around, fondly recalling memories of all the dinners your combined families would have here throughout your childhood, the same owners still preserving its legacy and charm years and years later.

"hey, i was really sorry to learn about your dad. he was a good man, one of the best." the boy gently grabbed your arm and tugged you to the side a little, genuine sorrow in his eyes at the words as your lips pressed together and you nodded.

pity, you hated pity.

"thanks gio." you squeezed his shoulder with a small smile as the two of you resumed your chatter and you spotted the rest of your families already gathered together at a large table up the back, the same table you'd always sat at.

it seemed the two of you were the last to arrive as cheers erupted and you both made your rounds saying hello, without even needing to look to your right you could feel a certain blondes eyes burning holes in the side of your head, but you weren't quite ready to accept that just yet.

"sweetheart look at you! absolutely beautiful." carol beamed, pulling you into a very tight hug after you'd finished once again being lifted into the air both by mario and luca, seemingly an italian tradition as thats how it had always been for you with the men of the russo household.

"its so lovely to see you again carol, mum was delighted to have bumped into you, i know she's missed you since it all happened." you admitted softly, the older woman nodding in understanding and rubbing your back comfortingly.

though the gesture was not anything new it did send your heart racing, as you knew another russo who was fond of that exact same thing and at the seemingly simply action a million memories came crashing down onto you and your knees buckled slightly.

doing your best to shake them off you greeted your own siblings and mum, and then without anyone else to use as a buffer you found yourself having to take a seat, and of course the only seat free would be next to her.

your stomach dropped as finally you had no choice but to look at her, the girl thankfully caught up in conversation with your sister sitting across from her you found her eyes no longer gazed back at you.

it presented you with a small fleeting moment to actually take her in.

long gone was the grubby ten year old brunette who would tackle you to the ground and sit on you to paint your face with mud after she'd spent the afternoon kicking footballs at your head, now sat before you was a woman.

you knew she'd forgone her natural hair colour for the bottle blonde, in fact you'd been the very first person she told the moment she even started to consider it. you'd gone with her to the salon for her appointment, showering her with praise at her new cut and colour which she'd clearly stuck with over the years.

gone was the baby fat which once rounded out her face, her features though still soft had become more defined over time, and you couldn't help but allow your eyes the luxury of roaming her incredibly toned arms which sat on full display, likely attributed to the hours she dedicated to training every day.

she had always been strong physically, easily able to overpower you during countless wrestling matches in your early youth, or pinning you down on her bed to steal the breath from your very lungs with a searing kiss in your teenage years, forever teasing you to no end at all the ways she bettered you in strength.

sat with one leg crossed over the other you marvelled at the tight fitting dress which adorned the curvature of her body, another thing that grubby ten year old alessia would have scoffed at, forever foregoing fancy dress ups and heels for football boots and a tattered hand me down manchester united jersey.

of course over the years you'd grown up together there was changes within you both, the biggest of everything being the fact you realized you loved one another in a way best friends shouldn't, thinking about one another the way the rest of your friends spoke about liking boys.

it was how the two of you had wound up being one anothers first everything, though that was a secret reserved only for the two of you to share, and one that would take much more time than a quick dinner for you to really unpack.

so swallowing down the hard lump in your throat at the cascading emotions washing over you, you screamed at your legs to move and cleared the distance between you and her, your sisters eyes flickering toward you alerting alessia the chair beside her would no longer be vacant.

sneaking a glance up toward you she had to stop herself from gasping. much like your own observations, to alessia gone was the shy smiley ten year old she'd chased around her backyard every afternoon and sat giggling for hours with tucked away in pillow forts on rainy days, replaced instead with a well spoken and quite frankly drop dead gorgeous woman looking to her expectantly.

alessia quickly stood to her feet, wincing at the obnoxious scrape of her chair against the hard wood floor, the two of you sizing one another up clearly unsure how to proceed.

"hi." you started softly, alessia swooning at the dimples which hadn't left you over the years, your nose still scrunching slightly as it always had when you smiled.

"hey." the striker managed to force out with her own nervous smile, the two of you hesitating for a moment, clearly both ticking over if a hug was the next most appropriate step.

though right as alessia began to move closer, arms ready to envelop your shorter form, it seemed the decision had been made for both of you as servers arrived.

handing out menus and starting to take drink orders meant the two of you dropped down into your seats, refusing to look one another in the eye as you spoke to everyone and anyone but each other.

alessia ordering a glass of white wine with a grateful smile her ears perked up and a slight frown appeared on her face as you murmured to the man you were content to stick with water.

"let me guess, no drinking on a school night?" your older sister lily had mocked with a teasing grin as you rolled your eyes at her over the lip of your glass.

"oh yes your mum was telling me you're teaching now! and you've just gotten back from working abroad?" carol tuned in at that point, seated beside your sister as you nodded.

"yeah i was in australia for two years teaching, i actually only got back a few weeks ago and started a position here in a local school." you confirmed with a smile, alessia glancing toward you with a look of surprise at the new information.

“oh that’s just wonderful, I can see you’d be the most amazing teacher. what age?” carol complimented sincerely as you sent her a grateful smile, you’d definitely found the right work for you and you adored your job so you always appreciated when it was picked up on by others.

“I was teaching grade five in australia but my class here now are only second years which is a bit of a change.” you answered with a chuckle, it had definitely been an adjustment but you honestly preferred it to how things had been overseas.

"got over your fear of planes then if you made it in one piece to australia?" luca chimed in with a wink as you waved him off, having always had a paraylsing fear of aircraft it had taken a lot for you to board that final plane away from everything you knew.

but with a new adventure awaiting and having done about as much preparation as one girl could do, once you were in the air it relieved you to know it actually wasn't all that bad.

"lessi just got back from australia, well we all did actually what a place it is. and what a shame we didn't know you were living there at the time!" mario added with a regretful smile before returning to his conversation with your brother.

"yes i was sorry to see how that ended for you lessi, you played brilliantly though! lil and i watched most of the games, footy for breakfast." your mum beamed, alessia unable to not share a grin with the woman, her happiness always having been infectious just as yours was, it wasn't hard to see where you got it from.

"y/n was at the semi finals too, in person." your brother harry chimed in as your face paled, having hoped this wouldn't come up as you felt ocean blue eyes pierce into the side of your head. "you were?" alessia's voice was soft and laced with surprise, and you were sure you were the only one who had heard her as you nodded.

"our school was given a handful of tickets by one of the parents who sits on the FA board, so i went with a few other teachers. the only english woman among a huddle of australians i wasn't the most popular on the train ride home or at work that next day!" you joked, cheeks flushed slightly red at all the eyes on you, grateful once the conversation seemed to shift to another topic.

but alessia wasn't quite finished with it yet.

"i wish i'd known you were there." the blonde admitted quietly, sparing a glance toward you as you stiffened. "you scored the winner, i didn't miss that." you replied softly, messing about with your fingers and staring down at the table as alessia's wine arrived.

she downed it in one go, tapping the server and murmuring for another as he nodded and took her glass away, the blondes head buzzing with the much needed liquid confidence.

"did your friends need to explain the rules to you?" alessia smiled, her tone now much lighter as you shared a look, own lips curling upwards at what she was insinuating.

"mostly just how offside works and what the hell VAR was." you joked, seemingly relaxing a little more in your chair as alessia did the same. "i see your ever growing passion for football hasn't changed then." the older girl teased sarcastically, ring clad fingers drumming against the table.

despite it being her one true love you couldn't have cared less about the sport, the only reason you feigned any interest was not to upset her or have her feel unsupported, and so you allowed her to teach you the rules of the sport so you would appreciate every game you sat at to watch her play, and you hardly ever missed a single one.

though that also never ever stopped her from forcing you to stand between the posts as she and her brothers fired shot after shot at you.

you’d often run off after a few minutes of being hammered and your best friend would chase you down, dragging you back to the goal and demanding you try to stop at least one of her shots and she would switch with you and let you kick at her instead.

it was safe to say you never did manage to get a turn at playing striker.

"could say the same for you, champion of europe now isn't it? bit of a step up from winner of the backyard round robins one on one with your brothers." your shoulder nudged into hers slightly, setting alessias entire body on fire just from the marginal contact, something she'd not felt in years.

"seems we have a lot to catch up on then." alessia smiled, your stomach erupting into butterflies at the slight rasp of her voice, scolding yourself for such feelings as you settled again.

"well six years is quite a long time."

~

though alessia was hyper aware of all of the physical changes within you, it warmed her to see there were still some things which stuck around all the same over the time you'd spent apart.

"some things don't change do they." the blonde murmured with an amused smile seeing you pick out every single tomato from your side salad, subtly moving them to an awaiting napkin as you blushed having been caught out.

growing up you’d always do the same, normally not much of a picky eater but what you didn’t like you didn’t like. thankfully for you though the blonde beside you ate like a hoover growing up with how much physical energy she exerted daily, especially in her early teen years. and would always take whatever you didn’t want, making sure her mum never noticed as you were determined not to have her think you didn’t like anything she prepared for you.

"here." alessia chuckled, reaching out to grab the small handful of tomato’s you'd collected and depositing them on her own plate, in turn dropping a few of her roast potatos onto your own in a silent exchange, shutting down your protests with a firm look.

"thanks." you smiled gratefully, conversation turning toward alessia now as everyone picked at their food. "so arsenal then less? big shift from you as a die hard united fan." your brother joked though knowing the girl as you did you didn't miss the way a small frown of discomfort flickered across her face.

but as soon as it was there it had disappeared again and she was chattering away about how happy she was with her new club, and admittedly you tuned out a little bit as your mind wandered to your lesson planning for tomorrow.

"hm?" you hummed as you heard your name, shooting back down to earth and rejoining the conversation. "head in the clouds still sweetheart!" carol teased as you laughed nervously, apologizing for your lack of focus and asking your mum to repeat herself.

"we were just saying that lessi's new place is quite close to yours." the older woman smiled with a look in her eye you didn’t like, sipping at her wine as you forced a smile. "oh is it? thats nice." you nodded, looking anywhere than at alessia who you knew was waiting for you to say something more.

though when you didn't the conversation turned once again and you exhaled slightly, however of course the conversation had shifted to what you and alessia were like as children, your mums swapping story after story which frankly sent your head into a spin.

you abruptly stood, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom as you started to feel a little overwhelmed, alessia's eyes following yours with a concerned frown. "go make sure she's okay lessi." her mum ordered, shooting down her protests with a stern look and shooing her away as the blonde sighed and got to her feet, following after you.

she hesitated on the handle for the bathroom, she was almost certain she'd had a hand in why you left the table in the first place so would her coming to check in on you even really help anything?

she mulled it over for a moment, hand still on the handle before she shook her head, deciding against it and taking a step away. though no sooner had she made up her mind was it changed for her as the door opened and you'd come striding out, smacking into the blonde whose hands grabbed at you.

though with her notoriously clumsy nature she found her footing slipped and she was sent tumbling to the floor, accidentally taking you down with her as your bum smacked against the concrete with a wince.

"fuck, i'm so sorry." alessia blurted out as her face burnt red in embarrassment, hurrying to her feet and offering you a hand up. "it's fine." you smiled politely, the blonde frowning at just how quickly you dropped her hand once you were back on your feet, attempting to step around her to return to the table.

"wait." her strong hands landed on your hips, spinning you around as your eyes widened and alessia realized her mistake, hastily snatching away her hands and stepping back, mumbling an apology.

"you said to wait?" you reminded, eyebrow raised clearly giving her the opportunity to say whatever she had intended. "oh. can we get a coffee sometime? to catch up." alessia forced out, grateful for the few glasses of wine in her system that allowed her to swallow the nerves which threatened to drown her.

"alessia-" you started and the striker could tell right away from your tone and furrowed eyebrows that you were angling for a no. she had to swallow her wounded pride at the realisation you were also the only one at the entire table who'd not called her a single nickname all night, and if she was honest you were really the only one who she wanted to.

"please." the blonde almost begged, her hand reaching out for yours again but pausing midway as you ever so slightly retreated, fingers falling dejectedly back to her side as you sighed.

"alessia i really don't know if-"

"we were best friends for a lot longer than anything else went on. i want to hear about what you've been up to, properly. not just a few awkward sentences at a dinner you clearly don't even want to be at."

you hated her for how well she knew you and could clearly still read you like a book, despite the length of time it had been since she'd even seen picked up and glanced at the cover.

"i've missed you."

and there it was, the three word confession seemingly innocent however it was enough to drive a metal spike right through your insides, and had you wishing you could curl into a ball and be swallowed up by the floor right about now.

"please? it would just be two old friends getting a coffee, catching each other up about the last six years of their lives. completely normal!" alessia tried again this time with a joking smile, desperately trying to ease the fast mounting tension arising between the two of you.

you had to respect her efforts, the taller girl rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet nervously, hands rubbing at the material of her dress desperate to try and wipe them dry, her skin soft and clammy at the sight of you in front of her again after so long.

"okay."

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part two

[hungermakesmonsters]

Just want to take a moment to congratulate you on 500 followers! You absolutely deserve it and more! I love your ideas and your writing. Can I request a blurb with a headstrong reader who is always used to fixing things herself but Billy just wants to take care of her? I like the idea of PA reader, kinda like Donna & Harvey in Suits! Maybe something like reader gets “stood up” by an Anvil client whose interest in you got Billy clear on how he feels and jealous on someone else seeing your worth?

I used to love Suits... but I never finished watching it so I don't know what happened with the whole Darvey situation but I LOVED their dynamic in the first few seasons of the show (and also just how weird and awkward it was when Max Beesley's character was going out for Donna for a while). So, yeah, this was definitely fun to write and I hope I've managed to catch enough of the awesome Donna energy in the reader character here! (Also now I'm going to have to start watching Suits again)

Don't Have to Say You Love Me

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : M 

Warnings : [This is 18+ only, minors DNI] Smutty behaviour.  

You placed his coffee and lunch down in front of him, immediately drawing his attention upwards.

"Is that —"

"A large flat white and a toasted BLT with extra sauce," you said, knowing full well how he liked to take his lunch on a Friday. By this point you were almost offended that he dared to ask.

"And have you got —"

"The research on the Collins account and the two government contracts Senator Williams wants to discuss," you interrupted as you pulled three files from beneath your arm and placed them down.

His eyes narrowed on you, mind obvious racing, trying to find something you hadn't thought of.

"What about —"

"Yes, I've had someone from maintenance fix the AC in the meeting room because I know you don't like having the Senator in your office around the good scotch."

Everything was sorted. Everything he could possibly ask of you, and he knew why — he was just waiting for you to say it. You didn't want to have to say it, because you knew exactly what his reaction would be.

But you knew Billy Russo. You knew how fucking stubborn he could be.

It'd probably amuse him to keep you standing there all day like a lemon.

After a few seconds you let out a huff.

"You do remember that I'm leaving early today, right?" You asked, drawing attention to the elephant in the room.

You weren't even sure why Billy was so annoyed that you'd gone and gotten yourself a date — he was stringing along half the women in New York, so why did it matter that you'd finally found someone who was interested in you?

"Right, how could I forget?" He said and you could hear the disdain in his voice. "I still can't believe you're going out with Thompson."

"Why not?" You asked, really not in the mood for his snarky behaviour. You both knew each other better than that.

"He just so —"

"Rich?" You offered. "Handsome? British?"

"Boring. He's not right for you, he doesn't deserve you."

You rolled your eyes. "And what would you know about what's right for me, Billy?"

The question was met with the expected silence. You'd long since given up on any fancy notion of him actually seeing you or admitting to the undeniable tension that had permeated your relationship since you first started working for him years ago.

What had once been a will they, would they, could they, had be stamped with a big red absolutely not by him and his inaction.

"Enjoy your date," he said, like he was driving the final nail into the coffin.

You couldn't remember exactly what you told him as you left his office, but it didn't matter. The pair of you argued, you always had. You'd made it clear from the start that, just because you were his PA, you weren't there to take any of his shit. You did your job and you were damned good at it — he was lucky to have you, lucky that you still wanted to work for him when there were so many other firms that would love to have you.

But you were loyal if you had one fault. Endlessly loyal when it came to Anvil and when it came to Billy Russo.

The one thing you weren't, however, was an idiot. Davis Thompson was funny, charming and rich, and sure, you might have met him through work, but you at least owed it to yourself to see where it would go.

And, where it went, as it turned out, was absolutely nowhere.

You'd been stood up before — you were a big girl, getting snubbed by a man who couldn't even bother to text was not going to end your world. (Though it might give you the urge to key his car the next time he had a meeting at Anvil.)

You got to the bar early, and you waited.

And waited.

You ordered yourself a drink, and you waited.

You gave up on him showing, but you decided to have another glass of wine because, why not? And, while you were making bad decisions, you decided to add another to the list and text Billy.

Don't go getting smug, but you were right.

It took less than a minute for his reply to come through.

He bored you that much already?

You found yourself smiling, even as you rolled your eyes.

Didn't even show up.

Despite feeling somewhat embarrassed, you knew that Billy wasn't on the other end of the phone laughing at you. He wasn't like that. Not when it came to you. (He was probably planning on keying Thompson's car too now.)

You put your phone down on the bar and ordered another drink, only half-surprised when it didn't buzz with another message from Billy. It was fine. It was Friday, he was probably busy on a date of his own. You had your wine, you were happy, you'd maybe have one more, then —

"Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?"

In any other circumstances the bad pick-up line would have had you seriously considering throwing your drink, but you recognised the voice immediately and before you could even turn your head, Billy Russo was sitting at the bar beside you.

"Please tell me you've never used that line on a woman you actually wanted to sleep with," you said, barely biting back a laugh.

"I have," he answered, waving down the bar tender and ordering a glass of what you were drinking.

"And did it work?"

"I'll let you know at the end of the night."

"Oh, ha ha, very funny." You rolled your eyes. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Thought you might want some company since Thompson was a no-show."

For a few seconds you were willing to accept his answer, but it didn't exactly hold up under scrutiny.

"I text you literally five minutes ago; how did you get here so quick?" You asked, eyes narrowing.

"I was in the neighbourhood?"

He almost looked sheepish, embarrassed even, and you had no idea why. A dusting of pink spread across his cheeks and, for a second, he could barely even look at you.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" And, then when he looked at you, you felt an unsettling feeling in you gut. "What did you do?"

You'd always been good at reading him, at seeing right through him. And, right then, he had the look of a guilty man struggling to explain himself.

"Don't get angry —"

"Don't ask me not to get angry if you're going to say something that makes me angry, Billy," you warned.

He took a drink. "I might have cancelled your date —"

"You did what?"

Un-fucking-believable.

Actually, no. It was entirely fucking-believable. And that was what pissed you off the most. He'd ruined your date because of — what? Some selfish sense of jealousy and entitlement, because if he didn't want you, no one else should.

You start to move, standing only to find his fingers on your wrist.

"Wait —" he started, almost sounding panicked.

"I did wait, Billy," you said, admitting far more than you ever wanted to. "I waited for years. For you. And what were you doing? Fucking half of New York."

It was the first time you'd dared utter anything of the sort aloud, the first time either of you had openly admitted to the unspoken, unacted-upon feelings between you.

You tugged against his grip on you, but Billy held tight as you struggled against him.

"Let me go," you said.

"No," Billy answered, getting to his feet, standing in front of you. "I'm not letting you go again."

Before you could even think to question what the fuck he meant, his lips were on yours and your whole world seemed to come to a screeching halt. For a few sweet seconds, you were frozen, indulging in something you'd barely allowed yourself to dream about, but how could you trust it? How could you trust him when he was only kissing you because he'd been jealous, because he'd thought you were finally going to find happiness with someone else.

You pulled back from the kiss, enough to see the flicker of hurt in his eyes and the worry on his face.

"This better not be a game, Billy," you warned him. "I'm not one of your girls that you can pick up and drop whenever you —"

He cut you off with another kiss, his arm winding around you waist and pulling you against him. And you let him. You allowed yourself to melt into the warmth of his body, you fingers gripping his shirt at his waist, just beneath his jacket.

"No more games," he muttered against your lips. "I can't lose you. I won't. I'm sick of pretending that I don't want you — that I don't love you."

Your heart stuttered, knowing the weight that that word bore for Billy. He'd never used it when talking about any of the other women, and you knew it wasn't the sort of thing he'd say without meaning it.

Still, you couldn't bring yourself to say it back. Not yet, not when some part of you still ached over his treatment of you.

"Take me home," you said, daring to hope that this wasn't just some pipe dream that would vanish the moment he'd had you in his bed.

Not that you made it as far as his bed.

He'd taken you by the hand a pulled you out of the bar, into the cold New York air — his car was park a block over, it should have been a quick, short walk if it hadn't been for you pulling him back for another kiss. Then, before either of you could think, you found yourself in an alleyway, pressed back against a wall as Billy kissed you.

Years of tension quickly came to the fore, your fingers gripping his jacket, his shirt, his hair — anything you could get hold of, anything you could use to keep him close. And all the while, he kissed you. You couldn't get enough of him.

Things quickly reached boiling point, your fingers tugging at the fastenings of his pants while he lifted your dress. There was no slow build, no teasing foreplay, once you'd freed his cock, you found yourself lifted and —

"Fuck," you moaned against his lips, "fuck, fuck, fuck — Billy."

He buried himself inside you in a single fluid movement, stopping when every inch of him was hilted.

His forehead pressed against yours as you both stilled, already breathless, and both entirely overwhelmed.

"Billy," you said in a low whine, your fingers gripping his hair.

His eyes opened and he looked at you through the gloom of the alley.

"I love you," he said softly, like he'd finally realised the gravity of the situation.

He started to move with slow but deep thrusts, not quite making love to you, but doing all he could to show you that this meant something. He alternated between kissing your lips and your neck, and you found yourself leaning into his every touch as pleasure started to coil inside you.

Your legs tightened around his waist, keeping him close, never wanting to let him go. And when you came it was with four little words.

"I love you too."

[infiniteimaginings]

List of upcoming requests would be lovely 🙏

Upcoming posts!

This is a list of stories requested that I’ll be writing and posting soon. Those that have dates next to them are complete and will be posted that day!

(I hope this helps with the waiting and stuff!! Please let me know if this was good or any info i could add!)

NR = Not Requested (It's something I personally wanted to write)

Will be slow coming back, life is crazy and motivation is low

You're My Hero (Phoebe Thunderman x TransMale!Reader) [Platonic] [The Thundermans] - August 28th

No Need For A Second Date (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitters a Vampire] - September 4th

Reckless (Book!Percy Jackson x GN!Reader) [Percy Jackson] - September 11th

(Currently Unnamed) (Moose x GN!Reader) [Step Up] - September 18th

I've Never Had a Sister (Skylar Storm x GN!Reader) [Platonic] [Mighty Med] - September 25th

How to Confess to Your Friend in 10 Steps (That aren't needed) (Beck Oliver x Fem!Reader) [Victorious] - October 2nd

Camping Was A Bad Idea (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire] - October 9th

I Just Don't Like Her (Cat Valentine x Male!Reader) [Victorious] - October 16th

Farwell. /A Part Two to 'You Caused This?/ (Anthony Bridgerton x GN!Reader) [Bridgerton] - October 23rd

Me And You (Gabe Duncan x GN!Reader) [Good Luck Charlie] - October 30th (NR)

[Surprise halloween post, Person and Title wont be posted until fic is posted] - October 31st (NR)

I Can't Keep Doing This (Austin Moon x GN!Reader) [Austin and Ally] - November 6th

Stage Fright (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire] - November 13th

The HoneyMoon 'Phase' (Anthony Bridgerton x GN!Reader) [Bridgerton] - November 20th

Hopeless Crush? (Carlos De Vil x GN!Reader) [Descendants] - November 27th

Dates to be determined (since they're so far out):

I Think You're Great (Adam Davenport x GN!Reader)

Empty Dance Cards (Penelope Featherington x Fem!Reader) [Bridgerton]

Haunted Houses, How Ironic (Benny Weir x GN!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire]

For Some Reason I Love You (Harry Hook x Male!Prince!Reader) [Descendants]

Lost But Now Found (Audrey x Sibling!GN!Reader) [Platonic] [Descendants]

Always In Your Shadow (Kate Bishop x Sibling!GN!Reader) [Platonic] [Marvel]

We Can Just Sit Here (Kate Bishop x GN!Reader) [Marvel]

Ice Dates (Benny Weir x GN!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire]

First Light (Eloise Bridgerton x Fem!Princess!Reader) [Bridgerton]

You Are Home (Chase Davenport x Fem!Reader) [Lab Rats]

We Aren't Friends (Harry Hook x Fem!Reader) [Descendants]

I Feel Like I Know You (Quigley Quagmire x GN!Reader) [A Series Of Unfortunate Events]

Always and Forever (Jay x GN!Reader) [Descendants]

Oblivious (Ethan Morgan x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitters A Vampire]

I Can't Help But Protect You (Hercules x GN!Reader) [Once Upon A Time]

Different (PJ Duncan x GN!Reader) [Good Luck Charlie]

I Though I Could Protect You (Kate Bishop x Brother!Male!Reader) [Platonic] [Marvel]

I Know What You’d Choose (Justin Russo x GN!Reader) [Wizards of Waverly Place] (NR)

Yeah, I Know Who You Are (Jack Brewer x GN!Reader) [Kickin’ It] (NR)

You’re My Brother, Always (Sister!Bree Davenport x Trans!Male!Reader) [Lab Rats]

I Might Lose You (King George III x GN!Reader) [Bridgerton]

A Gentle Kind Of Love /A Part Two to ‘A Courtship?’/ (Violet Bridgerton x GN!Reader) [Bridgerton]

A Bond That Never Truly Breaks /A Part Two to ‘The Wasabi Code’/ (Kim Crawford x Sibling!GN!Reader) [Platonic] [Kickin’ It]

We're Family (Wasabi Warriors x GN!Reader) [Platonic] [Kickin' It]

I Want to be More (Henry Hart x GN!Reader) [Henry Danger]

Closer /A Part Two to 'Lost'/ (Ravi Ross x GN!Reader) [Bunk'd/Jessie]

Not A Spellmaster (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire]

Secrets Have a Way of Coming Out (David Nolan/Prince Charming x Fem!Reader) [Once Upon A Time]

Our Future (PJ Duncan x GN!Reader) [Good Luck Charlie]

Know it's for the Better (Max Thunderman x GN!Reader) [The Thundermans]

Not Much Of A Beast (Ben Florian x GN!Reader) [Descendants]

Song Of The Sea (Ben Florian x Fem!Reader) [Descendants]

I'll See You Again (PJ Duncan x GN!Reader) [Good Luck Charlie]

Love Potions (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire]

I Came Back For You /A Part Two to 'You Forgot About Me'/ (Evie x GN!Reader) [Descendants]

Some Type of Fairytale (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader) [My Babysitter's a Vampire]

Please, Please, Please (Max Thunderman x GN!Reader) [The Thundermans] (NR)

[dreamlandcreations]

Thank you for the tag @kayhi808

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

I'm starting a new post bc I have too many WIPs (and these are just the ones in my drafts) 🙈

tag as many people as there are documents... but but but there are more than a hundred drafts 😭 anyway

tagging: @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms @cinebration @marvelmusing @massivecolorspygiant @celestialspecial @stardustmorozov @startrekkingaroundasgard @oneeyedvisenya @happilyhertale @drabbles-mc @withmyteeth @runnning-outof-time @storiesbyrhi @nickfowlerrr

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Reader

Not tonight - Boba Fett x assassin!Reader (x Fennec Shand)

Speak freely - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader (platonic)

Games - Boba Fett x Mandalorian!Reader

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Happily ever after - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Hey, Kid - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

First - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

The King - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

A deal is a deal - Raymond Smith x half Asian!Reader

Day and Night - Brother Day x Reader

Second Chances - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

One King - Bishop x vampire!Reader (Night Teeth!au)

Reality - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

I know what day it is - Bishop x Reader

Slave to Sensation - changeling!Billy Russo x psy!Reader

Angel's crush - Bishop x tattoo artist!reader

What you need - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you want - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you have - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

Tangled, twisted or maybe something right - Billy Russo x Stark!Reader

Best friend - Bucky Barnes x Wilson!Reader

Stranger - Billy Russo x Reader

Apprentice - Doctor Strange x sorceress!Reader

Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

We broke up - Eddie x Reader x Venom

Once upon a time - King Arthur x royal!Reader

Wicked - shifter!Santi x witch!Reader

Desert Flower - shifter!Benny x (non)human!Reader

Reaper - Venom x Reader x Eddie

The proposal (Would you like to series) Tommy x Reader x Alfie

Kissing Alfie Solomons - Alfie x Reader

Lighten up - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader

Faeted hearts - fae king!Alfie x half-fae!Reader

Castaway AU - Billy Russo x Reader

Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader

Fearless - Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

I'm here for you - Billy Russo x Reader

Scheming, games and secrets - Alfie x Reader + Tommy

Fortune Favours the Brave - Eddie Munson x cheerleader!Reader

What women want - Billy Russo x genderfluid/nonbinary(afab)!Reader

Slayer - dragon shifter!Alfie Solomons x warrior princess!Reader

See you at the office - Alfie Solomons x ex-assistant!Reader

Weave it into words - (clan leader) king!Alfie Solomons x Shelby princess!Reader (Brave AU)

Crave the love - prince!Billy Russo x princess!Reader

Jeweller - Alfie Solomons x Tatiana's cousin!Reader

What's underneath? - Alfie x Reader

You only need to ask - Raymond Smith x aristocrat!Reader

What about dessert? - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au)

The bright side - FO!Poe Dameron x Jedi!Reader

More than seeking comfort - Eddie Brock x Reader

Bait - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Cosy on the throne - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

This is not your color - Eddie Munson x Reader

Distraction - Max x Reader (Mad Max: Fury Road)

Three is still a company - Billy Russo x Reader x Frank Castle

You missed a spot - Brother Day x Reader

Behind closed doors - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Don't mind me - Alfie Solomons x Reader (x Tommy Shelby)

Feeling adventurous? - Eddie Munson x Reader

I can wait - Alina x Reader (Darkling x Alina x Mal)

Why the f*ck not? - Alfie Solomons x Reader x May Carleton x Tommy Shelby

Solace - Boba Fett x Reader

First time - Billy Russo x Reader

I'm all yours - Billy Russo x Reader

Patience - Billy Russo x Reader

The Happiest Day of Our Lives - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Mirror, mirror - Aleksander Morozova x Reader (xAlina)

Perfect - Darkling x Reader

Necessary evil - Darkling x Inferni!Reader

King of the Seven Seas - Atlantean king!Alfie x Reader

Don't you f*cking dare - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader

Do you doubt me? - James Delaney x Strange!Reader

Remedy - James Delaney x Reader

Unexpected - Matt Murdock x Reader x Elektra

Sweet torment - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Mr CEO - Billy Russo x Reader

Complications - Darkling x reader

Preying on you tonight - werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Sweet victory - Jake Seresin x Reader

The fun kind - Jake Seresin x Reader

Catch me if you can - Jake Seresin x Reader

Black and White - Darkling x Fjerdan princess!Reader

Stay Forever - Jake Seresin x BFF!Reader

In my corner - Billy Russo x Reader

Heartbeat - Milo/Lucien Crown x Reader

Just friends - modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader

That's the rule - Jake Seresin x Reader

Fire and Blood - Daemon x daughter!Reader (platonic)

The Bronze Witch - Aemond Targaryen x Daemon's daughter!Reader

Unity - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader x Nikolai Lantsov

Risk and reward - Jake Seresin x Reader

Late night visit - Aemond x Reader

Peace offering - Aemond x Reader

The first warning - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Stay with me - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Like calls to like - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Darkest hearts - Darkling x Nikolai's twin!Reader

Nothing - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Heartbreak - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

The eternity of this day - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

A dream come true - Eames x Reader

A debt to be paid - Aemond x Reader

Honourable Quest - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Honouring a Debt - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Sacrifice of Honour - Xenk Yendar x Reader

My Queen - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Naru - Sesshōmaru x modern!Reader

Fire and Blood, Ashes and Dust - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

Give him to me - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

The Taming of the Dragon - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

The day you died - supervillain!Darkling x superhero!Reader

[littleoddwriter]

Rules, Guidelines, etc.:

[Used to be: ronaldrx]

I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

Here’s a link to my Ko-Fi, in case you want to support me financially. It would mean a lot to me! (Obviously no obligation whatsoever! You never have to pay for anything on my blog, it’s merely an option for donations.)

Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:

Dead Poets Society

Horror

Raúl Esparza

The Simpsons

Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

If you have a request, send an Ask to my inbox.

NO sexual NSFW requests, please (more details further down).

Requests = CLOSED (Max. Limit: 10)

Current number of requests: 10

Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!

My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

[brownblobbaby]

𝖣𝗂𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖲𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗌

Wizards of Waverly Place:

Be Careful Not to Mess With the Balance of Things (Max Russo x Fem!Reader)

Introduction & Cast

Chapter 1: Strange News

More coming soon...

[oxangejuice]

♯ . wizards of waverly place masterlist

·.·• justin russo

dating justin russo headcanon

·.·• alex russo

tell me something i don’t know

·.·• max russo

suga suga

[wizardsofwaverlyplacegifsh]

Y/n: when we first met you, we thought you were weird and annoying.

Justin:

Max:

Jerry:

Theresa:

Harper:

Alex:

Justin: and?

Y/n: and you are.

[brownieblob]

Be Careful Not to Mess With the Balance of Things"

Introductory post !!!

Max Russo x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 (more coming soon...)

Synopsis:

When the usual becomes unusual all because of one girl…

Professor Crumbs never dropped by for casual visits. His sudden arrival carried grave news: A soul transfer by a nymph to a mortal girl, giving the mortal magical abilities. The girl, unaware of her new powers could fall victim to death or insanity if her powers were left untrained or weren't fully removed.

The Russo's weren't sure how exactly they played into this but once told that the only clue on finding this girl was her recent move to New York, alongside her family- things made more sense.

"So you want us to kidnap her?"

Naturally, none of the Russo's expected to actually bump into this girl, especially not Max. But upon bumping into the new girl at school, things took a sharp turn.

That girl was you.

Caught in a whirlwind of cheesy romance, clichéd tropes, and something as unreal as magic was you, painfully aware of how ridiculous everything seemed to be.

"Why does it feel like we're in a sitcom?"

But this wasn't a sitcom. Behind the sandwiches and spells was an ugly truth.

"You might die. Emphasis on the 'might'."

The 'might' didn't make it feel any better when everyone was so serious.

___ * ___

Y/N L/N

"What in the bippity boppity boo is this..?"

"So you kidnapped me?"

"Oh no. I have magical powers. What a catastrophe."

"Why does it feel like we're in a sit-com?

Max Russo

"So yeah, we need to not not kidnap you. So I think that means we need to kidnap you."

"You like sandwiches too?"

"I can't believe you guys thought I wouldn't do something so stupid."

"You have beautiful eyes...like olives. I think I'm hungry."

Justin Russo

"Does it not get through your thick skull? You have magic powers and need our help to help you control them. Thus, you should totally follow us into this cramped corridor. So what if we're strangers?"

"You might die. Emphasis on the 'might'."

"Since I'm the student body president, your actions affect my reputation. SO STOP THIS. Thank you"

Alex Russo

"When did the music get so romantic and WHY IS MAX HOLDING A BOUQUET?"

"Isn't it fun? You have magical powers, so what if you might explode. Yeah no, that sounded better in my head."

"Relax, without stupid people we wouldn't have anyone to laugh at, right Max?"

"Try this spell, it might work. I found it in this book- "Definitely Not Curses". See, they aren't curses."

Harper Finkle

"Like my new outfit?  Only made of bubblewrap and cardboard."

"I don't think anyone needed to see that.."

"Why does she get magic powers and I don't? Oh, she might die? Nevermind."

Jerry & Theresa Russo

"They'd make a cute couple, right Jerry?" "Agreed"

"That's it Jerry. I need an explanation, now." "Argh..! Max, word your sentences better..!"

"That girl could die." "I know."

Professor Crumbs

"No Justin, I am not taking you on an escapade."

"Oh, I didn't expect them to actually find you."

"This is quite an interesting case, truly. I just don't understand why the Nymph chose you."

"Anyone for some tea?"

__ * __

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character's from Wizard's Of Waverly Place, all credits go to Disney for the character's used from their franchise. The only characters I claim ownership of are one's I invented myself. 

Author's Note: Hello guys, I'm Brownie and this is my first story on this fandom (or anything Disney really). This is supposed to be a crack-fic but it still has a plot and is still taken seriously by me. When I say 'crack', I mean that the MC (you) is VERY self-aware- and obviously Y/N isn't Candace but that's the kind of vibe I'm going for. I'm talking about the "this is the eleventh time we've bumped into each other today" OR "Why does it feel like we're in a rom-com movie" kind of humor. BUT because I'm recently in LOVE with Max Russo, the character, I JUST HAD to start writing this. Not to mention, there's a lack of fics on this fandom and him specifically (I'm on a mission to change that)

To read it on Wattpad

My other blog (main)

[iliumheightnights]

Okay, hear me out: Max Russo’s wizard boyfriend giving him half his magic power after the family wizard competition so they can continue being together since wizards and regular humans aren’t allowed together

“So…I guess this is it huh?”

“No. No this isn’t it.” M/n frowned and held Max’s hands. “Those rules are stupid and should be changed! I hate how if you can’t win a contest they take your powers and change your life. Your brother and sister get to keep theirs both. It’s not fair! I won’t let them!” M/n thought for a bit before smiling. “I might have an idea.”

The time came when eventually Max had to have his magic taken away. It really was a scary time…but then M/n happened. They had returned back to the substation when M/n thrusted a bottle in Max’s hands. “Drink.” Max didn’t even question it and drank. That’s when he felt the warm energy of magic flow through his magic again. “M/n what was-“ his boyfriend smiled. “Some of my magic. I won’t lose you and if for now that’s what we can do, then some of my magic you’ll carry.”

Max hugged his boyfriend tightly and gave him a kiss. Sure who knows what’ll happen next, but they’d face it together.