#morgen x reader

[bowandcurtsey]

D&D anon here... I did mean "Dungenos & Dragons". Whoops. For clarification the Cleric is like a person who uses magic through holy parying and stuff (a "whiet mage" in JRPGs). It suited Morgen to me. And Barbarians (for the reader) are the ones to take a lot of hits and hit hard themselves.

{1700 event}

So I'm finally here! So... I have no idea What dungeon and Dragons is before this. I did a little R&R and with some help from my mutuals, I learnt a thing or two. But there's really so many variations? Like different website would have different types of characters? I was really confused lmao.

But okay lemme summarise a little for the readers as well... so D&D is actually a game, where you have different characters and roles and they complete quests and battles as a team.. So anyway for this fic:

Morgen is the mage healer

Reader is barbarian fighter

ps: Sorry if my version is different from the one you know!

AU: Dungeons and Dragons Characters: Morgen Faust x F! reader ft Julius Novachrono tw: unchecked works

"hey there, healer~ what's your name?" you asked.

"Morgen Faust." he shook your hand with a cheery smile. But he didn't ask your name back.

"haven't seen you around~" you tried to maintain the conversation with the raven haired man.

"I wasn't from this department." he maintained his smile.

"Let me guess, you're from the thief group previously?"

He nodded.

"why the switch?" you continued to ask, but he just chuckled to himself and shrugged.

What the hell? Is he some kind of introvert or what? But boy oh boy does he look good. sky blue eyes, long raven locks, pale clear skin. His mysterious aura seemed cool and you were intrigued to know more about him.

"Who goes there?!" you met a group of gnomes. Hostile Gnomes.

Morgen let out a small sigh, "why are gnomes always angry..."

You giggled at his joke.

The gnomes attacked all at once, and it was your duty as the fighter and the thank of the party to take hits and fight. Well, you were a raging bull and you never backed down from a fight since day one.

Morgen backed you up quietly, seeing that you were able to handle the gnomes pretty well.

A few gnomes were nothing to you, as they were defeated quickly and scurried away into the bushes, but you were a little beat up here and there.

"you're hurt." Morgen came up to you in the flash of a light.

"This nothin' but a scratch." you waved him off, "let's continue."

Morgen just stood still and healed you, despite your protests of you being fine.

"Are all fighters stubborn, aren't they?" he shook his head a little, "just like Yami."

You couldn't help but laugh, he was right, Yami was indeed unconcerned about his injures all the time.

Out of nowhere, an ambush attack came from behind both of you. There was no time to react so you wanted to stand forward to shield Morgen, but in one swift move, Morgen blasted the perpetrator into half.

Your mouth hung wide open, was this man the definition of perfection? Tall, handsome, powerful...

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"Why didn't you tell me!!" you questioned your captain Julius when you came back to update him about the quest.

"tell you..?"

"about Morgen! the healer!"

"Tell you what about Morgen, exactly?" Julius was confused.

"That he's so strong and can fight well! I embarrassed myself in front of him!" you covered your cheeks with your hands, thinking about how you were all over the place fighting the gnomes while he fought calmly and gracefully. "I must have looked like a monkey to him, oh lord!"

Julius laughed heartily.

"And also, why did he convert from thief to healer?" you spoke in a hush tone, "isn't his talent wasted as a healer?"

"well, why not you ask him yourself?"

You blinked at your captain who gestured towards the door.

You turned around and you saw Morgen standing at the door, waving at you with his usual polite smile.

You never wanted to dig a hole and hide so badly in your life before. "why are you here!!"

"er.. the same reason as you?" he gave you a sheepish smile, "we were on the quest.. together you know?"

"S-since when did you get here!" you were bursting with embarrassment at this point.

"about the time when you said that you embarrassed yourself in front of me," he gave a little awkward chuckle.

Julius was trying his best not to fall of the chair giggling at this point. "I'll give you two some space.." he said as he left, calling for Marx and Yami to join him for lunch.

"so... you wanted to ask me why did I become a healer?" Morgen asked.

"But you didn't feel like sharing, no?"

"firstly, I got tired of the secret and mysterious life. I used to do it with my twin, but now he's with Yami more, so i don't find a point to do it anymore. And also, being a healer feels rewarding.."

"that's it?" the reason felt so simple you didn't understand why he didn't want to say it back then.

"and also..." he spoke slowly, his cheeks slightly flushed pink, "being a healer means I could go on a quest with you."

"me?"

"yeah, I saw you fight on one of your quest awhile back, when I was on my own personal quest, and I wanted to get to know you." he admitted shyly.

You felt like steam was coming out from your ears.

"To be fair, you were really all over the place when you fought," he let out an endearing laugh, "but I never thought of you as a monkey, I think you fight gracefully as well, as if you're dancing."

You fumbled to find the right words to say. "T-thank you."

"I'll make sure you won't get hurt again, miss y/n." he patted your head and left.

And that was how you met your husband.

Ps: kudos to those who remembered the "this nothin but a scratch" hehe. it was from another fic :P

[amell333]

My pretty boy no matter what S.R

!!English is not my first languge!!

Summary: Spencer is feeling a little insecure since his contacts had to be renewed and have to wear glasses for a week or so.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male Reader

content warnings: Spencer being insecure, and nerves what reader think. But mostly just pure fluff.

Spencer have had aa problem with his contacts for a while, and now have to wear his old glasses for a week or so. He didn’t partially have a problem with it. back a few years after he joined the BAU he wore them all the time (season 2 btw).  

He didn’t really care about what people thought, everyone had seen him with his glasses anyway, he was fine with glasses had no problem with them, sure they could be annoying and fog up easily, but he didn’t mind.

And that Wednesday morning wasn’t any different. He had been busy getting new glasses because the old once broke so he hadn’t been able to see since Monday and that did so he couldn’t work. He finally came back to the BAU. And of course, the first he went looking for, after putting his jacket and bag down, was of course you, his favorite boy, he wasn’t going to tell you that though.

After Spencer had looked for almost 10 minutes and simply could not find you, he went to JJ and Morgen to see if they know where you may have gone of to.

“Hey... uhm… Guys do you know where (M/N) is? I can’t find him.” Only after he asked he realized maybe it was not the best idea to and Darek Morgen, JJ was fine but Morgen. No yeah Morgen was totally going to tease the shit out of Spencer after he found you.

“Oh (M/N)? yeah last I saw his he was with Pen in her office.” JJ gave him a small smile after telling but before he could go Darek couldn’t wait with start teasing Spencer. “Oh lover boy looking for his little crush huh?” Spencer’s face turned red and his ears felt all hot.

“What!? Crush?! Wh- what no no…no no. ofcoursenotwhywouldyousayoreventhingthatwhat. No.” Darek and JJ started laughing. “Calm down pretty boy go find you lover boy ok.”

Without a word Spencer quickly left the scene to go find you where he hopefully thought was in Penelope’s office.

Not long after Spencer reached the office. And when he got closer, he could hear the voice of not only Garcia but also you. But just as he was about to push the door wider to step in and greet you and of course Penelope. He heard you say something interesting.

“That’s exactly why I hate glasses. They look all dorky and stupid they fog up. And is honestly just ugly, they don’t look good on anyone!” Spencer never cared what people thought about him he really didn’t. but… you were not people. You were (M/N). His (M/N). Your opinion matters the most to him. He cared what you thought about him.

He stopped himself before opening the door. He couldn’t let you see him like this. He wouldn’t.

But if he had just stayed a little longer he would have heard what was actually being said.

“What!?!?” Pen looked shocked wide eyes looking at (M/N). mouth gape staring at you. “why would he say that?! He’s only like ten! He’s too young to think that! Plus glasses does not make everyone look ugly that is an insult to me and my beauty!”

“I know Pen. I told my little brother that to. But he’s just scared he doesn’t want to get bullied and picked on by his friends and the other kids in the school.” you looked back at her. “and yeah you do look absolutely amazingly gorgeous.” You said that with a smirk on you’re lips.

“Ugh… darling you’re too sweet on me. But I know my glasses are so stylish and absolutely fabulous!” they both of you laughed. Then you checked the time. “Oh sorry Pen I got to go back to my desk, can’t stay here and chat forever. If only.” “See you later hun.”

You took you’re coffee mug from her table, thinking you could might as well fill it up on you’re way back. Plus you really needed something to wake you up, and that something is a hot cup of coffee.

When you walked in ready to finally get you’re hands on a nice cup of coffee you saw spencer. You’re face lit up. You haven’t seen him in days and he hadn’t texted you why, almost made you think he was ignoring you, you would have if he hadn’t texted you yesterday saying sorry he hadn’t answered back, but not telling why.

Spencer almost had his entire back turned to you. “ Hey Spence how-“ before you could say anything more Spencer hurriedly took something off his face and hid his had and the object in his pocket. He quietly and fast greeted you before running of. And that’s wired because you’ve never seen Spencer run by choice. Something was definitely wrong.

All day Spencer had avoided you and you didn’t know why. Evry time you walked into the same room as him we were fast you walk out laving you there confused and dazed. Why didn’t he want to talk to you? Normally you were the first he would greet. And he would normally be all excited to see you after only not seeing you for a day.

This was wired like really wired. He have never ever acted like this. So why? Did you do something? What could you have done to make you’re nerdy best fried avoid you, like you were the plage or something.

You really didn’t know. But what you did know was you were going to find out.

And that’s what you did, you went into full detective mode. You asked almost everyone on the team they thought it was wired as well. If there was one person, he never ignored it was you.

While you were asking around trying to find out what you could have done. Penelope was the 2.0 version of Sherlock Holmes. She had a feeling what could be wrong with Spencer. So while you were out asking trying to find out what was wrong, Pen was literally interrogating Spencer.

And after not so long Spencer knew she had figured it out, there was no point in hiding it for her anymore. He told her everything how he had hard how much you hated glasses and he was sorry for basically spying on you and her.

Penelope though was confused. What does he mean hated glasses you had no problem with it. you thought glasses were cute, and even had reading glasses yourself. But then she realized that he hadn’t herd the whole conversation, so while Spencer was rending between how sorry he was for spying and how sad he was about you.

She stopped him and tried to explain what was really said in the conversation and that he had misunderstood it all. Penelope didn’t even have time to finish her explanation before Spencer rushed out, yelling a quick thank you.

When he finally found you, you were sitting at you’re desk looking extremely down. Spencer felt like a big bucket of water just got splashed over his head. he felt so bad when he saw how stressed and sad he had made you. Thinking he should have just talked to you from the start.

He quickly walked over to you and stood at you’re desk. You were quick to notice him, standing up. Before you could ask him or say anything he started ranting about how he had herd you wrong saying how you hated glasses and how he saw sorry he didn’t just talk to you after the whole misunderstanding.

You caught on what had happened. And it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know how to deal with it, you know Spencer had always had trouble with explaining and acting on his emotions and just instead shut of thinking it would go away, and just solve itself.

You couldn’t get a word in, so you did what you had wanted to do since seeing him for the first time. You grabbed his head and shut him up with planting you’re lips on his soft ones, cautious at first, but when you didn’t feel any protesting and instead feeling him start to deepened the kiss kissing you back.

You moved one of you’re hands to the back of his head into the curls in the back, when you did that Spencer leaned further into you and the kiss. You backed away Spencer’s lips quickly trying to get closer to yours again. He looked at you as you look at him.

“You’ve been ignoring me because  you thought I didn’t like how you looked in glasses?” there was silence for a while before nodding his head slowly. “Baby why would you think that.” Spence looked down at the ground studently feeling embarrassed.

“it’s ok Spence. Please don’t look down you look so cute with you’re glasses on” when you said that Spencer’s ears turned red, and a wobbly smile had formed on his lips.

“You’re so pretty. You know that right? You’re my pretty boy” … “Wh-what did you just say” had he herd you wrong? Was he hearing things? Or did you just say he was you’re pretty boy? “ you want to be my pretty boy Spence?” all Spencer could do was nod, still thinking he was dreaming or something. “And glasses or not you’re my pretty bot no matter what Spence.”

You’re lucky no one was in the office at the time or you and Spencer would never hear the end of it but that wasn’t what mattered right now. All that mattered was Spencer at the moment.

Thank you so much for reading my fic. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. And have a good Day/Afternoon/Night!

[ladypups]

Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader, etc? Are there any characters you won't do in each fandom? Can we request characters from different fandoms in a request? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you do NSFW requests? If so, can we request cunnilingus, finger fucking, size kink, deepthroating, threesome, virginity loss, squirting, nipple play, praise kink, shibari, voice kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, body worship, crossdressing, coming in pants/underwear, and lingerie? What kinks would you accept for requests? Can anons request smut? Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!

Holy wow 😦 that’s a lot of questions lol, I’ll try to get through all of them!!!

Yes I will do scenarios and HC’s!!

Depends on what the suggestion is! Right now for x readers, I am more comfy with at least 1 or 2 people x reader!

I would do the same prompt multiple times!

You can request for any gender, just specify! :)

Depends on what fandom it is. Some characters I will write better than others, usually the ones I have hyperfixations on! And you can request from different fandoms, as long as I’ve watched/seen it!

I won’t do any very triggering topics like r*pe or suicide. I might do awareness for sh but that would be it.

I will do alternate universes and AU’s

Right now I’m not comfy with anything smut related on this blog, so don’t expect anything smutty from me.

And yes you can check if we’ve received a request! Just please don’t spam my inbox too much, it’s not a hassle just might get me overwhelmed.

I hope that answers all the questions <33

[wnknghts]

How the Faust Twins would react if they saw you drink alcohol for the 2nd time!!

Morgen Faust

• Morgen probably won't allow you to drink a lot.

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You were at the party chatting with your friends. "why don't you drink more Y/N? we've never seen you drunk before." Said your friend giggling while handing out a bottle of wine. 

Morgen was in the company of Nacht, Yami, and the rest. far from where you were, as the others conversed. Morgen took a glimpse at your direction, observing the whole situation in disbelief. He immediately stood up from his seat and excused himself to his friends.

You took the bottle of wine, and you wanted to reject the offer but you don't know how to, since they're your new friends. Morgen prevented you from drinking it when you brought it closer to your lips by placing his hand halfway over the wine glass. 

Looking at your friends "Excuse me... Y/N has a low alcohol tolerance, I apologize but I won't allow her to drink too much and go home not sober." He said with his usual smile, he carefully took it from you and gave it to the waiter. 

"Please, excuse ourselves." Morgen helps you to stand by taking your left hand, smiling at you "Shall we go home?"

Nacht Faust

• Nacht will be pissed but secretly like seeing you drunk because of how cute you look.

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"Hey, Nacht! C'mon! Drink with me" Nacht exclaimed, "you're too drunk Y/N and you smell gross." 

You stand up and sit beside Nacht, you place your left arm over his shoulder, "Hey, hey! You're too tense! Relaxed a bit!" You said while laughing 

"You're hot" Nacht was caught off guard by your sudden remark. He pulled you towards him and took your right arm, placing it on his chest. "Y/N, don't test me." looking deep into your eyes, you blush at his action and move far away from him, he was too close that it almost touched your each other's lips "That's what I thought, you really can't handle me." smirking at you. 

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I'm sorry if there's a grammar error T T

[colderdrafts]

This is your chance to drop the most random/unhinged(considering morgan) facts about your oc’s!

go!

Amren: Once left a rotting, dead rabbit in his mother's sleeping space and noped to the woods for two days to avoid the fallout

Irwin: Had an intense punk phase in high school but mostly grew out of it. The nose ring stayed, though.

Morgan: Enjoys climbing people's houses at night and shoving a leg through their windows just to fuck with them

Dren: Has on numerous occasions (as a hormonal youngling) had to vacate a market because he got too heated in a discussion on literature with a shopkeeper and they almost called the hunters on him

[katrinakaulitz]

[urfavleo777]

the only thing i need in my life is soft morning sex with Joost and just being so needy and loving for each other🙏🙏 (praise kink makes my brain go brrr😩)

love your work!❤️

lazy mornings

joost klein x fem!reader

warnings: face-sitting, language, smut.

your eyes open lazily under the influence of sunlight from outside the window. you mentally scold yourself and your boyfriend for not closing the curtains, but you were too busy with each other last night to even remember.

it’s quiet, save for the soft snores filling your ears. with the way your body is tangled with joost’s, you feel his steady breathing, his face happily buried in the crook of your neck.

this is one of the first times you wake up first. usually joost is the early bird who gets up just before the alarm goes off. the result of opening your eyes first was last night's drinking with friends. joost, well he drank way too much. so it's inevitable that he'll wake up with a huge hangover.

“god morgen, beautiful.” his morning voice is always so deep — raspy. you shut your eyes again, murmuring a greeting back at him as he props himself up a little to kiss you on the cheek. “ouch, my head.”

“do you need medicine, love?”

“no,” he yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. “i need only you.”

you laugh, starting to run your finger along jooste's tinted cheek. he closes his eyes under your touch, enjoying each new movement. a blissful little sigh slips from his lips, as he nuzzles into your palm. you lean forward to smear a kiss against his forehead, overcome with fondness; warm lips lingering on his skin.

you admire every one of his features, ghosting your hand over his bare skin. he always looks beautiful, of course, but especially when he has his eyes closed. it is mornings like these you most adore — a quiet moment to contrast your loud, busy life. a moment alone with your lover, with your thoughts. when you stop the scratching, he grabs your hand and places a long kiss on it.

he hums, before whispering, lips tickling the edges of your ear on purpose, pouting, “mh, continue.”

he’s a little too pretty, like this. framed by the hazy sunshine, like something out of a dream. all soft clouds and gentle caresses, the scent of dried lavender, the pitter patter of rain against a windowsill. all things kind and comforting. 

“i don’t want you to fall asleep again.” you laugh quietly, burying your hands in his messy blonde hair.

you’re afraid that your heart might give out, if you look at him for too long.

joost finally opens his blue eyes and, you take back your words, he is even more beautiful than ever.

being in joost’s arms is pure bliss. the most grounding sensation you know, one that never fails to calm you down, no matter how stressed or anxious you’re feeling. with his broad chest and strong arms, his bergamot-scented skin. so doting, pressing little kisses to your shoulder, trying to console you. his hair tickles your cheek a little, but it’s comforting.

“what’s wrong, honey?” he questions, voice set on a low, particularly soothing lilt. coaxing, almost cooing — a tone that buzzes with safety. his big hands go to rest on your head and back, smoothing down your spine.

”nothing,” you sniffle. feeling a little silly. “you’re just too perfect. ‘s not fair.”

a pause. 

then, a chuckle bubbles up from joost’s throat. something fond and delightful unfurls in his chest, a kind of relief; a feather-light amusement.

”ah, is that so?” he drawls, a lazy amusement flickering through his eyes. playful. “don’t you have enough after yesterday?”

“never.” you shake your head, smiling deviously.

“sit on my face then.” he shuffles further down on the bed, lifting his head away from the pillow. “go ahead. make yourself comfortable.”

as you obey, you feel a tingling sensation down on your lower belly, butterflies awakening as you place your knees in between his head. “such a pretty look.” you squeal when he tugs your thighs closer, his mouth immediately attaching to your wet pussy. joost growls deeply, feeling the vibrations on your cunt.

your mind goes into a state of bliss, your hands grabbing his hair tightly. “that’s right,” he says between licking your cunt, “fucking grind yourself on me, mhmm…”

“oh, baby,” you whimper, closing your eyes as your hips unconsciously hump his face, “i think i’m gonna cum.”

he replies with a deep “mhm?” and doesn’t stop playing with your engorged, sensitive clit. he laps his tongue on your pussy like an animal, his big hands gripping your thighs so tightly that they might leave handprints.

your legs shake as you climax, your hands reaching behind you to grab ahold of his thighs. he licks all the cum spilled out of you.

but joost doesn’t stop.

your eyes expand when he continues to drink up all your juices, lapping his tongue against your throbbing bud again and again, nonstop. the overstimulation makes you pull away, but he stops you.

“we’re not done,” he grumbles, “not fucking done eating your pussy.”

joost’s mouth and jaw were soaked in your wetness, and that’s clearly what he likes. joost likes it messy, he likes to eat your pussy like it was his last meal. and seeing you on top of him like this — being a good girl to take his tongue, learning how to subdue the overwhelming sensations and instead take pleasure in them, he plans to reward you after this.

“i—i’m cumming,” you barely say in a whisper, mouth agape.

joost chuckles menacingly as you spill all over him once again. he watches in awe how your body trembles, struggling to keep yourself up.

“good girl,” he kisses your inner thigh. “you’re more valuable than all the medicines in the world.”

[cera-writes]

Hey, so I read, that you are quite open to characters so I thought I'd maybe ask for a Nightcrawler x reader oneshot? Like, Reader wants to get up early [to go for a run or get ahead with work something like that], however Kurt really doesn't want his partner to leave and tries everything to keep reader in bed. I don't really have an ending in mind, so I leave that up to you :)

If Kurt's not your thing though and you don't wanna write, that's completely alright too

I LOVE KURT ❤️ A/N: tagging this as somewhat suggestive smut with a bit of fluff~

Pairing: Kurt "Nightcrawler" Wagner x gn!Reader

"Maybe is good."

The faintest sliver of sunlight peeked through the blinds, painting stripes across Kurt's face. You stirred beside him, the warmth of his body a delicious weight against yours. A familiar urge tugged at you – the one that had you lacing up your running shoes before dawn most mornings.

"Guten Morgen, liebling," Kurt murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. He nuzzled closer, his tail curling possessively around your leg.

"Morning," you mumbled back, a smile tugging at your lips. You ran a hand through his inky black hair, the softness a stark contrast to his devilish good looks.

He trailed a finger down your bare arm, sending shivers dancing across your skin. "So early, mein Schatz?"

"Usual run," you replied, shrugging, already reaching for your throw pillow to prop yourself up.

Kurt sighed dramatically, the sound vibrating in his chest. "But it's barely sunrise. The birds haven't even begun singing. Can't it wait?"

He maneuvered himself so he was hovering above you, his blue fur catching the soft light. His eyes, usually bright yellow, seemed softer, tinged with an undeniable plea.

The playful glint in them and the suggestive dip of his hips made your breath hitch. You knew exactly where this was going, and a delicious warmth bloomed in your stomach.

"Maybe," you conceded, a playful smile on your lips.

"Maybe is good," he grinned, his sharp teeth glinting.

And it was good. Very, very good. In the following minutes, the world outside ceased to exist. Time seemed to slow, punctuated only by the frantic beat of your hearts and the soft sounds of your tangled breaths under the sheets.

As the first rays of sunlight flooded the room, painting everything in a warm glow, Kurt collapsed beside you, a contented sigh escaping his lips. You snuggled closer, his warmth a comforting presence against you.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it, liebling?" he murmured, tracing circles on your arm with his thumb.

You yawned, a lazy smile on your face. "Maybe not," you admitted, your voice thick with sleep. "But my run will have to wait for tomorrow. You've worn me out, babe."

Kurt chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Excellent choice."

He closed his eyes, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, and you drifted off to sleep, the promise of a lazy morning, tangled limbs, and Kurt's whispered German endearments keeping a smile on your lips.

[latenightdaydreams]

Trucker!König x Stranded!Reader Part2 (fem)

MDNI🔞

For part one click here!

Part1, Part 3, Part4, Part5

Master List

🚫Same as part one, there are HUGE TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS STORY!🚫

Please do not read if you are not in a good mental health head space or cannot handle extreme content. Your mental health matters more than a story! I have other smut and fluff with a kind and consensual König, please enjoy those instead🥰 Remember you're all amazing and deserve happiness in the world. I hope you all have a fantastic day and take care of yourself🩷

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🚫LAST WARNING BEFORE TRIGGERS🚫

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>cw: fem/afab, p in v, non-con, recording, threats, breath restriction.

3.1 word count

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With the sun in your eyes, you wake up on a groggy state; the sleeping pill having been so strong, you feel as if you’re hung over. At first your vision is a little blurry so you try to rub your eyes awake. Going to pull your hands down, you realize you can’t. Instant fear sets in as you realize your hands are bound together with zip ties attached to a bar over your head. You feel the truck moving, König is driving. In a panic you look over to him and with a trembling voice, you speak up.

“König…” you can’t control your breathing.

“Ah! Guten Morgen, meine Liebe.” König’s voice overly cheerful. He looks at you quickly over his shoulder. “That pill took you out for quite a while.” He chuckles as if this is a casual situation.

“Why…why am I tied up?” You like to think of yourself as a strong woman, but you’ve never felt this level of helplessness before.

“So that you don’t run.”

Silence lingered in the air as you stare at the back of his head. “Please don’t do this.”

“It’s already done.” He shoots you an uneasy glare from over his shoulder.

You take a deep shaky breath as your gaze stays on him. “I have friends waiting for me in Germany-”

“No, you don’t.” He cuts you off swiftly. “You said you were here alone already, remember?” He lets out a low chuckle. “You should know better than to give out that type of information from a man you don’t know Liebling.”

In your mind you begin to play back every action from taking a sleeping pill from him, getting in the truck, getting the piece of shit car, to planning this trip. All the small things that added up and left you here. Tears begin to stream down your face as true panic begins to set in.

König stays quiet and lets you have your little tantrum, smirking as he listens to your sobs. He waits for you to relax before telling you the rules. He’s a patient man, he can wait. 20 minutes pass and he let out a sigh as he hears your sobs quiet down.

“Now, I want you to listen closely please. In public, you keep your head down and don’t speak. You’ll get one chance to use the bathroom a day, so don’t fuck it up for yourself. When I ask for something, I don’t want to get any push back. You’re mine now, you have to obey.”

You stay quiet and listen to the words as the world seems like a blur around you. His voice blending into the sound of the tires on the road.

“Do you understand?” König’s voice tone snapping you back to this moment.

“Yeah…” Your voice cracks as you speak.

“Gut.” König ignores you and continues to drive. His mind preoccupied with the thought of what he recorded last night and what he will record again soon.

A voice comes in over his radio and you see a spark of hope, a way out. You watch König press down on the button and respond in fast German that you can’t understand. An idea comes to mind, if you scream for help when König presses to talk, maybe someone will hear you and track König down to save you. Sitting and listening to the men talk back and forth in a language you don’t know, the urge to do it now just overcame you.

“HELP!” You shout as König presses down to speak, “HE HAS ME TRAPPED IN HIS TRUCK!” Your voice strained from all of the crying you’ve been doing.

Panic sets in as König turns his head to look at you, you’re waiting for him to yell or physically hurt you. He doesn’t. He simply laughs. So does the voice on the other end of the line.

“I can see she’s woken up!” The voice jokes with a strong German accent.

Your heart sinks. He knows? And is okay with this? Tears burn your eyes as you feel stupid now and are scared for how König might punish you for trying to get help. Dropping your head back on to the pillow, you let out a long breath and let the tears roll down your face.

“So,” König has an air of arrogance in his voice, “how did your little plan go Maus? Were you expecting to be saved?” He mocks you.

You don’t say anything as you just lay there feeling defeated yet again. You take a deep shaky breath, trying not to cry.

“I’ll let that one slide, but next time I will have to put a muzzle on you Maus.” König shakes his head. “I have a sandwich and water for you if you’re hungry.”

You look at him, your stomach growling. Did he drug the food? Poison it? You have to eat sometime though… “I am.”

“Good girl, I’ll feed you once we get to the motel.”

“Motel?”

“Well, I have to sleep and there’s not enough room for the both of us. Plus, I want to clean you up.”

His words make your heart sink into your stomach. The thought of him cleaning you- just seeing you naked puts you into a panic. Your jaw beginning to shake as you try to suppress your emotions, not wanting him to know how much he is affecting you.

As hours pass, the sun begins to set again. König hasn’t spoken to you this whole time and you’ve just been trying to dissociate so you can avoid a break down. You look out the windows of the truck and see the sign for a motel. König parks the truck and stands. He turns to you and looks you up and down.

“Now Maus, I’m going to give you a choice here.” He clears his throat and kneels in front of you, “You can either be a good girl and walk beside me with your head down not saying a word or I give you another one of those sleeping pills.”

“I- I’ll behave…” You don’t want to be in that motel room trapped with him and not be conscious.

“You better, I’m not above resorting to violence.” His piercing blue eyes bore into yours. He left the truck, leaving you tied up, to go pay for a room.

While he is gone, you try hard to pull your hands out of the zip ties as they dig into your wrist. Pulling with all you might nothing happens other than hurting yourself. You stop once you hear heavy footsteps approaching the truck again.

He opens the door and steps inside. He begins to gather his things before he turns and looks at you. He took out his pocket knife and kneeled beside you.

“When I cut these, if you try to run, I will catch you and it will be worse for you.” He threatens.

You nod in understanding feeling a deep-rooted fear from his words. You believe him and didn’t want to push him, but also didn’t want to go into that motel room. Getting out alive is your main goal, so you do as he asks. He cuts the zip ties and yanks you up by your sore wrist. With wobbly legs you follow him out of the truck into the parking lot. Looking around there are no other cars other than another semi-truck. Feeling the warm air with a nice breeze makes you feel free, fills you with an illusion of peace.

König pulls you up to the door and opens the door with the keycard. He gently pushes you in and quickly closes and locks the door behind him. You stand there with your body trembling as he turns to look at you.

“Take your clothes off.”

You don’t move and just look at him. In his mind you’re going over a hundred different ways you could possibly try to fight him and flee, but he is massive, has a knife, and you don’t know where you are.

“Now!” He barks taking you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

You grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head before pulling down your leggings.  His eyes stay on you as you undress. Your hands fumble with the clasp of your bra as you become nervous before finally letting it fall to the floor. He walks to you and yanks your underwear off.

“You’re taking too long,” he huffs. “Hands behind your back.”

You put your hands behind your back as he asked. He zip ties your wrist together again, your wrist sore and in pain. He pushes you forward and towards the bathroom. He turns the shower on and checks the waters temp. His eyes looking back at you up and down, lingering on the bush between your legs.

“Get in.” He demands.

You walk to the shower and step in, the water warm as you stand there letting the water hit your body. König grabs a wash cloth and begins to lather it with a soap bar. He begins to wash your body; you close your eyes and turn your head trying to not get soap in your eyes. He aggressively washes your body. Grabbing the shower head, he rinses the soap off of you.

“Get out and follow me.” König turns the shower off and grabs a blue towel. He walks to the queen size bed and lays the towel down. You follow behind him soaking set, leaving a trail of water behind you as you walk. He points to the towel and you sit on it.

“Lay down,” he walks away back to the bathroom as you scoot back on the towel and lie down. The weight of your body on your hands behind your back is uncomfortable.

He comes back with a soapy wash cloth and a razor. You look at him and watch as he drops to his knees in front of you. He opens your legs and rubs your pubic area with the wash cloth. He began to gently shave your pubic hair. You stay as still as possible so he doesn’t cut you, you keep your eyes directed at the ceiling.

“You have a very beautiful pussy Maus.” König’s voice is full of lust and makes your stomach churn. He uses the wash cloth to wipe the hair he has shaved away. “Perfect…” he mumbles.

His hands caress your thighs before he stands and goes to the bathroom to return the razor and wash cloth. He comes back and grabs you by the shoulders to sit you up. He walks to one of his bags and opens the cooler. Placing the sandwich and the water on the small desk in the corner of the room.

“You can eat once we are done. I don’t want you to throw up.”

Going back to the bag he grabs a tripod and a second phone. He pulls the bedside table away from the wall a few feet. He places the tripod on top and places his phone in the phone slot. Taking the lamp shade off of the lamp the room gets brighter. You begin to realize what is going to happen.

“Don’t worry, this is only for me to watch.” He lies.

König begins to undress, pulling his shirt over his head revealing his scarred body to you. He pulls his belt off and tosses it on the bed before he undoes his pants and pulls them down, stepping out of them. You look forward trying to ignore his body, but it’s useless as he walks in front of you now; his erection in your face now. He grabs the belt off the bed and begins to wrap it around your neck. This causes a fight or flight trigger response and you scream and kick.

He puts his hand on your mouth and pushes you back into the bed, “If you scream and the young man at the front desk tries to come and save you, I’ll kill him. So, either save a human life, or be selfish and take him down with you.”

He phrases this as if you’re the bad guy in this situation, as if it isn’t him that would be killing the innocent man. You lay there looking at him, struggling to breathe with his calloused hand over your mouth and nose.

“Do you understand?”

You nod your head in response and he backs off of you, sitting you back up. He tightens the belt around your neck to the point where talking and breathing was hard, but you could still do it. He walked to the phone on the tripod and hit record. He held his original phone in his hand.

“Lay back Maus.” His voice husky as he begins to stroke his cock with his freehand.

You do as he says. The phone in his hand is pointed at you, you assume it’s recording you as well. You turn your head the opposite way of all the cameras to try and disconnect form this moment.

“Look at me,” he snaps at you. You do as he asks. Your eyes meet his icy pale gaze as he smirks.

König moves forward, dropping his gaze down to your sweet cunt. He nuzzles himself between your legs and began to slap his heavy cock on your clit, slowly moving himself up and down. Finding your entrance, he pushes forward. No prep as he pushes in, your pussy tight and dry as it squeezes around him pushing into without warning. He eyes watch your cunt struggle to take his enormous size through the screen of his phone. The belt around your neck muffling the pitch of your pained sounds.

“Ooh, ja. That’s tight.” He groans as he pushes all the way into you.

As your hips squirm with discomfort your walls flutter all around the length of his cock sending waves of pleasure through his body.  Slowly he moves his hips back as he spits on his cock for lubrication. You watch in disgust as he records himself pushing back in. He begins to fuck into you faster, causing the bed to hit the wall. You try to focus on breathing as you feel slightly light headed.

König begins to let out small moans of pleasure as your body begins to react, betraying you, and gets aroused. He smirks as your pussy begins to get creamy and fucks you harder. His hips clashing harshly against yours.

“I knew you’d like this, Kleine Hure.” He laughs as he speaks those words.

With his free hand he reaches up and squeezes your breast before slapping them both harshly; leaving behind red marks and making you whimper slightly. His hand moves to your throat and chokes you. Already struggling for air, you begin to squirm. After a few seconds he lets go and slaps your face lightly.

König suddenly withdraws from you and moves up your body until he is hovering above your face, his cock covered in your creamy white arousal. “Open your mouth.”

You do as he says and begins to shove his cock into your mouth, bucking fast as his balls slap against your chin. The camera in your face making sure to record your struggle. You gag repeatedly, body arching wanting to push him off, but your hands are still bound behind your back.

Finally, he pulls his dick out. A long thick string of saliva hanging from the tip. You begin to cough and spit out more globs on to your own face to clear your airways. König spreads your spit around his cock and goes back down to your pussy. He uses his knees to spread your legs apart to fit his body. His cock easily slips back into you. He lets out a low moan as soon as he feels your grip on his sensitive tip again before pushing fully in.

He bucks his hips in a such a harsh motion he is slamming again your sore cervix. He moves forward slightly to put the camera in your face and record you as you get fucked. You try to turn your head but he quickly grabs your jaw and turns your head back.

“Look into the camera.” He demands and you obey. After a while the camera drifts down your body to your breasts and then back to your shiny cunt. “Schön, I got lucky with this one.”

Not able to hold off any longer, König pulls out of you quickly and begins to jerk his cock over you, moaning loudly. His cum shooting all over your body, landing on your breasts and stomach as some drips down on to your pussy. He stands there breathing heavy as he moves the camera over you to show off his work along your chest and breast. He slaps his cock on your clit a few times, recording himself playing with the cum that dripped.

Finally, König stands up, stopping the recording on his phone. He walks over to the one on the tripod and stops recording as well. He turns to you and walks to the bed beside you. Gently he removed the belt from your neck, it leaving behind a deep mark that will most likely bruise.

“You did well Maus.” His voice oddly soft as he goes into the bathroom to grab towels and wipe you off.

Grabbing your shoulders, he sits you up and turns around to grab the water and sandwich on the dresser. He opens the water and holds it up for you to drink. He is patient with you and doesn’t rush you as you gulp the water desperately. König holds the sandwich up for you to take bites. You’re hungry but lack an appetite after everything that just happened.

“Come on, don’t waste food Maus.” König still speaking softly to you, it disgusts you. Still, you continue to eat the food not wanting to anger him.

Once you’re done eating the sandwich, he moves your body up more in the bed and pulls the covers over you, not allowing you to get dressed. Hands still bound you feel terrible pain in your wrist and arms, causing you to fidget.

“I’m sorry, I hope you understand why I can’t untie you.”

You don’t respond, just look at him. He looks back at you and walks away. He gets dressed, boxers and a blue shirt, and pulls out a laptop from one of his bags.

“Get some rest, sweet dreams.” He gently kisses the top of your head and sits on the other side of the bed.

On his laptop he uploads the videos he took of you. He begins to watch and edit the videos before putting it up for sale. You lay there listening to the recordings over and over again as he works on it. Finally, you’re able to fall asleep. Wishing to wake up anywhere but here.

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Part 3

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tag: @soosouyoung

[woso-dreamzzz]

Breakfast V

Ellie Carpenter x Daniëlle van de Donk x Child!Reader

Summary: You get hurt

Ellie didn't know what could constitute picking you up from Lindsey's in the middle of date night but all she knew was one minute she was going to the bathroom and the next Daan was running in saying that they had to leave.

You're in tears when she and Daan get there, sitting on Lindsey's sofa as you sob.

You've got one hell of a black eye. It was practically swelled shut and you were cradling your right wrist, keeping it close to your body as you cry.

"Mamma," You cry, reaching out your good hand for Daan," Het doet pijn (it hurts)."

Ellie has no idea what you're saying but she gets the general gist of it as Daan inspects you.

"What the hell happened?!" She demands.

"She slipped!" Lindsey replies, throwing her arms up as if to defend herself," Down the stairs! It was an accident!"

Ellie wants to scream at Lindsey for not watching you properly but settles on bringing the first aid kit over to Daan so she could wrap your wrist.

It doesn't look too bad, just a little sensitive but Ellie still knows you'll be going straight to the doctor tomorrow morning to get it checked out properly.

She knows you're okay (at least, she knows that it's not worth a hospital visit) but it doesn't stop Ellie from shoulder checking Lindsey on the way out.

Daan sits in the back with you on the way home and you curl into her so easily that Ellie imagines that's what you used to do when you were younger and still living in London.

You're exclusively speaking Dutch as well which is something Ellie barely has a grasp on besides the basics.

Frankly, this is all freaking her out. Not your injuries, Ellie can deal with that but just how distraught and emotional you are. She's never seen you like this before, curled up on Daan's lap like the little kid you actually are.

You wipe your nose on Daan's shirt and she doesn't even blink, gently stroking your back and whispering to you in equally soft Dutch.

"Mijn oog doet pijn en mijn pols (my eye hurts and my wrist)," You say as Daan inspects you again.

Your eye is looking better now that you've gotten home and kept an ice pack pressed against it. The swelling has mostly gone down so you can open and close it again but it's still turning a purplish colour.

Your wrist didn't seem sprained or broken either, just sensitive so hopefully sleeping in the bandage tonight will stave off the worst of it and the trip to the doctors will confirm that.

"Sorry dat ik date night onderbrak (sorry for interrupting date night)."

Mamma just shakes her head, pulling you even closer to her. "Nee, verontschuldig je niet. Het was een ongeluk. Je hoeft je nergens voor te verontschuldigen (no, don't apologise. It was an accident. You have nothing to apologise for)."

You don't quite believe her but Mamma doesn't lie to you so you have to take her word for it.

Her arms around you are warm and safe and you're tucked securely under her chin where nothing bad can happen to you.

"Mamma," You say," Ik denk niet dat ik morgen naar turnen kan gaan (I don't think I can go to gymnastics tomorrow)."

Whatever you say has a little bubble of laughter exit Daan's mouth and Ellie relaxes considerably. She's been completely lost for most of the conversation but Daan doesn't seem too worried with what you're saying so she relaxes.

She stays on the edges though, hovering. She isn't quite sure what she's meant to do.

Sure, she and Daan are getting married and, sure, she's got adoption papers that are being filed after the wedding but she's never been in a situation like this.

Ellie isn't sure if she's overstepping by coming into the little bubble of comfort that you've created with Daan. She's not exactly sure of the procedure for this kind of thing.

You seem to know though.

You catch Ellie standing there from the corner of your eyes and you put a hand over Daan's shoulder to reach for her.

"Mum," You whine," Mum."

Ellie's body moves on auto-pilot, her hand capturing your own as she sits next to Daan, squished up against you both as close as she can get. Her brain doesn't even realise what you've called her.

It all seems so natural, to you and to her.

There's no reason to make a big thing about it. It was always going to happen eventually.

You move from Daan to Ellie, wiggling in her lap for a moment before going almost completely limp, like you were sleeping but Ellie knew you weren't.

You curled into Ellie like how you curled into Daan, completely relaxed and boneless.

"Mag ik bij jou en Mum in bed slapen (can I sleep in bed with you and Mum)?" You ask Mamma.

"I think that can be arranged."

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Lost in Translation 🇳🇴📰

Ingrid Engen x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

summary :

In your cozy Barcelona apartment, you and Ingrid sit down for a Norwegian lesson. In hopes to help you prepare for your upcoming trip to Norway and making you feel more confident about meeting her family.

Ingrid sat at the small round kitchen table, sunlight pouring in through the large windows of your cozy apartment in Barcelona. Her long hair was tied into a loose bun, her focus completely on the cup of coffee in her hand. Across from her, you sat fingers tapping lightly on the notebook in front of you.

"Okay," you started, flipping to a new page, "I’m ready. Teach me some more Norwegian."

Ingrid chuckled softly, setting down her coffee. "You’re so determined, I love it."

You had been trying to learn Norwegian for weeks now, ever since Ingrid had playfully teased you for only knowing how to say "jeg elsker deg" (i love you) which, to be fair, was a solid start. But you wanted more. After all, Ingrid had worked so hard to learn English when she moved abroad for football, and you felt like it was time to return the effort.

"Let’s start with something simple today," Ingrid suggested. "How about we go over some common phrases?"

You nodded eagerly, holding your pen above the notebook, ready to jot down every word. Ingrid smiled, her blue eyes sparkling with affection as she watched you.

"Alright, how do you say 'good morning' again?" she asked, knowing you'd already learned this one.

"God morgen," you said confidently.

"Very good! Now, if I wanted to say 'have a nice day,' I’d say...?"

"Um…" You hesitated, wrinkling your nose as you tried to remember. Ingrid leaned in, her voice soft as she gave you a hint.

"Ha… en…"

"Ha en fin dag!" you exclaimed, finally remembering.

"Perfect!" Ingrid grinned. "You’re getting the hang of it. Soon you'll be fluent."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I wouldn’t go that far, but I’m trying."

Ingrid leaned across the table, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "You’re doing amazing. But, maybe we should add some more useful phrases? What would you say if you were visiting Norway with me?"

"Like, asking for directions?" you asked, scribbling the new idea into your notebook.

"Exactly," she replied. "Let’s say you’re lost and need to ask someone where the train station is. You would say, "Unnskyld, hvor er togstasjonen?""

"Wait… "Unnskyld"? That means 'excuse me,' right?"

"Exactly." Ingrid beamed. "Then "hvor er" means 'where is,' and "togstasjonen" is the train station."

You repeated the phrase a couple of times, trying to wrap your tongue around the unfamiliar sounds. Ingrid watched, her expression softening as she saw the way you furrowed your brows in concentration.

"It sounds so much better when you say it," you mumbled, embarrassed at your attempt.

Ingrid laughed lightly, reaching across the table to take your hand. "You’re being too hard on yourself. I love hearing you speak Norwegian. It’s cute."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart swelled at her words. "Alright, what else should I learn?"

Ingrid tilted her head thoughtfully before a mischievous smile crept across her lips. "How about some romantic phrases? For example, "Du er vakker"."

You blinked, looking at her suspiciously. "Okay, I’m going to assume that’s something nice, but I’m not sure."

"It means, 'You are beautiful,'" Ingrid said softly, her gaze locking with yours.

Your cheeks flushed, and you glanced away for a moment, suddenly flustered. "You say that all the time, but now it’s even sweeter knowing what it actually means."

Ingrid chuckled, standing up from her seat and walking over to you. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders from behind, her chin resting on the top of your head as she whispered, "Jeg elsker deg."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. "I know that one," you said, your voice teasing. "I love you too."

She kissed the top of your head gently before sitting back down. "You’re getting there, love. Soon, you’ll be able to speak with my family when we go to Norway for Christmas."

"Yeah, about that," you said, your tone turning a bit nervous. "What if I completely embarrass myself?"

Ingrid shook her head, her expression turning serious, but still filled with love. "You won’t. Trust me, they’re going to adore you no matter how much Norwegian you know. They’ll probably be impressed you’re learning at all."

You sighed, feeling a bit reassured. "I just want to be able to talk to them without you having to translate everything."

Ingrid smiled gently, reaching across the table to hold your hand again. "You’re already doing more than enough. And besides, we’ll be together. That’s what matters, right?"

You nodded, your worries slowly melting away as you gazed into her eyes. "Right."

A comfortable silence fell over the room, only the sound of birds chirping from outside filling the air. Then, after a moment, you cleared your throat and asked, "Okay, serious question though: how do I ask for more cake in Norwegian?"

Ingrid burst out laughing, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, I should’ve known you’d want to learn that. It’s "Kan jeg få mer kake?""

You repeated the phrase a few times, testing it out, before grinning. "Perfect. Now I’m ready for Norway."

Ingrid laughed again, her face lighting up with joy. "I think you’re going to do just fine."

You knew you wouldn’t be fluent by the time you went to Norway with Ingrid, but with her by your side, you felt like you could take on anything. And if all else failed, at least you knew how to ask for more cake.

[formulawolff]

ii. eighteen minutes - t.w.

pairing: reserve fem driver!reader x toto wolff

word count: 2.5k

warnings: morally gray individuals, slow burn, sexual content (intercourse), allusions to sexual content, cursing, marijuana use, references to alcohol use, lots of power imbalance, questionable boss x employee dynamics, light toxicity, slight controlling tendencies from toto

a/n: here’s the second chapter of my new baby. i really like the direction of this fic & i hope y’all do too. also, i really wanna clarify and say that the reader, toto, and max are NOT supposed to be good people. they are supposed to be written as people who have flaws + make mistakes. i hope y’all enjoy! <3

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“look at you! come on now, do a little spin for me.”

sucking in a breath, you swivel on your heel, turning in a tight circle. lewis nods in approval, his tongue swiping along his lower lip.

“who knew a fire suit could look so good on someone? if you’re not careful, you may have quite a few drivers in your dms later. me included!”

“stop,” you hiss through gritted teeth, “it’s a little tighter than i would like in some areas.”

lewis’ lips purse, the british driver eyeing every inch of the suit, “that’s not necessarily a bad thing–”

“could you stop harassing our sweet girl?” 

george strolls through the entrance of the garage, arms folding over his chest. lewis rolls his eyes, mouth forming a pout as george plucks a strand of hair from your right rib-cage, “how come you get to be that close?”

“because i don’t sexualize her every five seconds,” george mutters, shaking his head, “how are you feeling? nervous?”

“nervous?” a dry laugh erupts from the base of your throat, “i’m clenching my cheeks right now. i’m afraid i’m going to shit myself.”

“it’ll pass,” george shrugs, “soon the adrenaline will kick in and you’ll be fine. don’t stress yourself out too much. it’s only qualifying.”

“it’s only my first qualifying in formula one,” you counter, wiping your slick palms on your suit, “it’s only my debut as one of the few female drivers in a male-dominated sport. it’s only the first time the other teams will get to watch me drive and–”

“you just want to look good for red bull,” lewis waves a hand, “don’t act all coy over there. we’ve seen your interviews. we know you have an interest in joining the dark side.”

“the dark side?” you arch a brow, “what does that mean?”

“you’d be under the helm of christian horner if you went over to red bull,” george exhales, his hands settling on his hips, “that’s a no-no in the mercedes handbook. so, we refer to it as the dark side.”

“oh,” a slight wave of shame blazes within you as you sense the subtle scrutiny radiating off the british drivers as they pick you apart, anticipating your response, “i just wanted to showcase my capabilities, that’s all.”

“there’s no harm in that,” lewis whistles, “after all, a lot of seats are up for grabs. several long-term contracts for drivers are going to be up after the season. 2025 is going to be one interesting year. that’s for sure.”

“indeed,” george nods, “not a lot will change around here though. i’ll be sticking around. so will lewis.”

at george’s statement, you notice the way lewis tenses up, almost freezing in place. yet, he loosens up the moment another individual enters the paddock, the driver bearing a meek smile.

“howdy, toto!”

“guten morgen,” the team principal is almost cold, showing no emotion as he approaches the three of you, “i assume the two of you briefed our little hase on our strategy for qualifying this weekend?”

“yep,” lewis dips his head, “she’s chomping at the bit to get a hot lap in!”

“ah!” the team principal’s head turns in your direction, a smug smirk now apparent, “is that so?”

fuck you, lewis hamilton. fuck you big time. 

“yup!” you swallow thickly, shifting in place, “i’m ready!”

in reality, there was nothing more than you wanted in that moment to be in max’s arms, snuggling against his chest as his hands roamed, rubbing gentle circles into your back. 

as much as you shunned those feelings that bubbled to the surface whenever he was near, there was one thing that you could not deny. 

he knew how to make you feel safe. 

and god did you wish he was at your side, your fingers intertwined together. even the sound of his voice was enough to soothe your nerves.

if only he was here right now.

if only.

due to the nature of formula one’s guidelines, in order to replace george, you would have to participate in at least one of the practice sessions on the track. which, since qualifying was considered a practice session, you would be given the okay to compete. however, there was the more petrifying aspect of it all.

qualifying determined the grid.  

if you did not perform, then mercedes would be at the bottom of the grid, fighting their way to the top in order to earn points. if you did not manage to snag a position in the top ten, then you would not earn any points. 

and no team wanted zero points. 

especially at the beginning of the season where a high-caliber team like mercedes wanted to make a statement. 

so, it was up to you to set that tone. 

to prove that you were not only a worthy competitor, but also that you were capable of earning points. 

talk about a pivotal point in your formula one career.

a point which would hopefully last more than eighteen minutes. 

hopefully.

“all right,” toto clears his throat, placing a hand on your shoulder, “come with me. we’re going to go on over to the car. i’m going to have you meet with bono, marcus, and james. they are going to give you a little insight about the new upgrades to the car, along with some adjustments we’ve made since sakhir.”

“sounds good,” letting out a shaky breath, you follow the team principal’s lead, dipping your head to fellow members of the crew as they wave, circling around you like vultures. they appear eager, poised to pounce at any given moment. with every passing second, the tension in the air thickened, a buzz beginning to grow among the garage. 

of course, they were talking about you. 

this was the first time you were going to be behind the wheel of their car. the car that they had worked tirelessly on over the course of weeks, if not months. the car they had poured all of their passion, their energy, and their resources into. the car that required numerous donations and sponsorships to build, craft, and perfect. 

a car that was worth millions. 

and it was up to you to ensure that the car came out unscathed, without a single scratch or dent.

some pressure that was.

and god, was it starting to weigh on your shoulders.

“before you speak to the team, i need to tell you something.”

you pause, cocking your head, “yes?”

toto leans forward, his mouth hovering merely millimeters by your ear. 

“don’t fuck this up, hase. the moment you get behind the wheel of that car you are going to do one of two things for me. one, you manage to qualify in the top ten for tomorrow. or two, you crumble under the pressure and crash the car.

if you crash the car, you’re fucking done. you will never step foot inside brackley ever again. i will release you from your contact the very moment you make it back to the paddock. so don’t fuck this up, yeah? i’m sure you don’t want to lose your cushy little lifestyle in the reserves.”

a shiver courses down your spine, fear bubbling up in the pit of your stomach as he towers over you, wearing a sickeningly smug grin. however, that terror only lasts a second, dissipating as retaliation takes over. it’s fiery and hot, your jaw clenching as your fists form tightly wound balls. 

“fuck you,” you manage to spit out, “fuck you, toto wolff.”

“that’s exactly what i wanted to hear,” he coos, breath hot as it fans against your ear, “good girl.”

“fuck you,” you sneer, “if you utter so much another word to me, i’m crashing the fucking car.”

toto wolff couldn’t help but let the satisfaction course through his veins as you glower, folding your arms tightly against your chest as you make your way over to the huddle of engineers and crew. you were almost stomping, your steps a little louder than usual. 

he had you right where he wanted you.

tensed up, fury filling you to the brim. your brows pinched together with dismay, a frown etched across your features. the toes of your shoe tapping away against the floor, itching to feel the wheel beneath your fingertips. impatient as ever, the fear of loss mixed with the desire to win creating a dangerous yet lethal mix. 

a loaded gun, merely seconds away from firing. 

to toto, this was necessary. 

this was the only way he was going to make you a champion. 

you see, toto wolff made no mistakes.

he was a calculated individual, carefully plotting and carrying out every single move when it came to the decisions made by the team. no detail, no matter how miniscule or trivial was finalized without his permission. no contract was signed without his presence. no calls were made without his knowledge. 

so, the decision to replace george with the reserve driver for the first grand prix was not a decision that was made lightly.

in his eleven years at mercedes, the team principal had witnessed it all. with eight constructors’ championships, seven driver’s championships, and a stake in the team, toto was a dominant force in the world of formula one. he had seen his fair share of controversies, faced backlash from the media, and harbored his secrets. 

although he thought he had seen just about everything there was to see in formula one, that all changed the moment he saw your face. 

that was the exact moment in which toto wolff’s entire world came to a screeching halt. 

that was the moment in which he knew he had to have you. 

he knew he needed you at mercedes. 

no matter the cost. no matter the stakes. no matter the risk.

he had lewis hamilton to thank for that. 

it all happened one race weekend in zandvoort. toto could recall the memory perfectly, down to the exact minute. he could remember the way lewis was toting you around, your arm entwined with his. it was in the garage, as lewis was giving you a tour, showing you around a little bit, introducing you to a few prominent members of the team. 

at first glance, toto was under the impression you were just another fuck for the british driver, another innocent girl that fell victim to the bachelor’s charming ways.

that all changed when lewis introduced you as the prodigy of prema racing, the one who shattered records and obliterated barriers.

the next world champion pf formula two. that was, if you played your cards right.

the next face of the mercedes team, if toto played his cards right. 

as fate would have it, you did earn that title. 

in turn, that achievement ended up changing the trajectory of your life. it opened up numerous doors, more than you ever thought were possible. brands reached out to you through social media, inquiring about sponsorships. fans praised you across social media, stating that you were a trailblazer for the world of motorsports. 

most importantly, it opened the door to formula one. 

you had toto wolff to thank for that. 

with the help of lewis, he was the one who got the ball rolling on your contract. he was the one who took a chance on the hot-headed, bratty driver. he was the one who called you, inquiring if you wanted to sign a two-year deal with mercedes. you would be in the reserves, but you would be on the team, nonetheless. 

although you were not the first or second driver sitting in a seat, toto was well aware of the potential brewing within you. 

which, was partially the reason why you were competing today. 

he wouldn’t have made the call if he did not believe in you. 

as you slip into the car, he lingers at the helm of the control panel, sliding on a pair of headphones. 

“one, two, radio check. hase, can you hear me?”

your voice, so sweet and delicate, floods his ears, “i can hear you, toto.”

“good, good,” he tuts, “okay team, let’s have a good qualifying, yeah?”

as the remainder of the crew finish the check, the team principal’s gaze fixates on the reserve driver. her helmet was a little too big, but he could make out her lashes as they fluttered, her head bobbing along as the team buzzed about, ensuring that everything was in perfect order. 

a member of the crew flashes toto a thumbs up, signaling that it was time.

“all right hase,” with every fiber in his being, the team principal fights a grin as you mimic the wave of a princess, a gloved hand rotating back and forth as the car lurches out of the garage.

“es ist zeit zu gehen.”

the second you sailed on to that track,, your foot pressing on the gas, any doubt or fear dissolved, replaced by nothing but pure, electrifying adrenaline. 

“all right ms. reserves,” marcus’ voice seeps into your right ear, “let’s see what you can do.”

when it came to qualifying, all it took was one lap. 

one singular lap to prove yourself. 

and by god, that’s what you were going to do. 

you were going to prove yourself that you were more than just a body in the reserves. you were going to prove to the world of formula one that you were dominant on the track, just as you were in formula two. you were a world champion. 

the only woman in your sport to ever accomplish that magnificent of a feat. 

one of a kind.

the longer you were on the track, the more you realized how your body longed to be behind the wheel. the bells and whistles of the car came easily to you, really. natural, even. just as you had practiced in the simulator. 

your reflexes were sharp, on point with every turn of the chicane. your feet rotated back and forth between the gas and brake with ease, almost as if they had a mind of their own, like they knew this circuit by heart. 

before you knew it, you were sailing back toward the pits, to the mercedes garage. the chatter of the radio was almost like white noise to you, as you had paid no mind to the voices that filtered in and out of your helmet. part of you felt a sense of guilt for not listening to the engineers or crew. although, at the end of the day, you were the one driving the damn car.

coming to a halt at the garage, you pit, flipping the visor up. members of the crew swarm your car. yet, the only one you really make out is toto. with his broad stature and powerful aura, he was truly hard to miss. 

the team principal leans over, one hand resting against the halo of the car. 

the other taps your helmet, the corners of his lips tugging into a broad smile. 

for the first time, you make note of his dimples. how they soften his chiseled features. 

and for the first time, you can’t help but notice how gorgeous toto wolff is when he smiles. 

“congratulations, hase,” a chuckle rumbles in his chest, his hand lingering on your helmet. 

“with the fastest lap on the track, you’ve made it to the second session of qualifying.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆:

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[meazalykov]

invisible string theory

lena oberdorf x uswnt!bayern!reader

part one - part two - part three

another year of your happy relationship goes by when you’re at the world cup with the united states. 

in australia, you sat in your hotel room– a little sad that your closest friend, mallory, got injured pretty badly in the game against ireland. she had to get surgery and won’t see the pitch for a very long time. 

luckily, you shared a room with your new friend trinity. however, its 6am and she’s in a deep sleep after the late training from the night before. 

so, in order to not wake trinity up– you facetimed lena from the bathroom. you stood at the counter and washed your face as the sound of the facetime was waiting for lena to pick up. 

yes, its 6am, but lena gave you the rundown of her schedule. she is supposed to wake up at 6 before her national team breakfast at 6:45am

“hallo!” you heard another voice yell as you wiped your face off with a towel. not being able to see for a few seconds, you thought that you accidentally called the wrong person. 

however, you wiped your eyes and seen jule on the screen– her usual smile shines as it looks like she is sitting on a patio. 

“hey jule! how are you?” you say excitingly. jule being lena’s closest friend at wolfsburg (along with svenindis) you built a good bond with them– even though they’re lena’s friends. 

“i’m great. obi is in the bathroom and i heard her phone going off– i ignored it at first but when i saw it was you, i had to answer because i wanted to speak to you.” jule says. 

you pout, smiling as you never realized how much lena’s friends adore you for making their friend happy. 

“jule i can give you my phone number if you ever want to talk.” you told her. 

jule agrees and you give her your phone number to type into her own phone. 

after you did that, you heard another voice on facetime.

“jule! i was looking for my phone.” lena laughs. 

jule smiles as she’s looking at you on the facetime before lena picks up the phone. 

“ohhh! so that’s why you had my phone.” lena sees you and looks over at jule before taking her phone inside their hotel room. 

“guten morgen liebe” lena blushes as she sees you putting on eye cream in your hotel bathroom. 

“guten morgen liebe” you repeat as you blend in the product into your skin. 

one thing lena loved was seeing you do your casual morning/afternoon/night routine while on facetime. she is excited for the day that she can live with you and see it in person. 

“you know what today is!?” lena giggles. 

today, your country will be facing the netherlands in the second group stage match. 

the media had a joke that the netherlands were going to seek revenge on you. not the united states– you. 

lena started participating in that joke when she saw it come across her tiktok for you page. 

after your goal against them in the last world cup final, the netherlands had a point to prove with you. 

“i do know what today is– hopefully we win.” you say as you apply facial moisturizer on your face. lena sits her phone down as she looks at herself through the camera, pulling her hair up to put into a messy bun. 

“i hope you do too. you’ll need to win in order to get beaten by us in the final.” lena laughs. you giggle and roll your eyes playfully as you pick your phone up. 

unfortunately, that scenario wouldn’t happen. 

as you’re sitting in your hotel room watching germany play south korea, your stomach feels like its been on a roller coaster. 

your country has already qualified for the round of 16, but lena’s team has to WIN against south korea in order to advance. 

you shut your computer dramatically as the whistle blew from the refs. since the stadium is in another area from yours, you couldn’t watch lena with germany unfortunately. 

trinity, alyssa, sophia, and savannah look at you with confusion, empathy, and realization when they see you open up your macbook again, watching in horror as germany was eliminated in the group stages. 

“germany is eliminated?” sophia asked, they’re aware of your relationship with the german girls due to the club you play at. they’re aware of your relationship with the wolfsburg midfielder, a bond that they (silently) wished they had with someone. 

you looked up at her nodding your head, you were heartbroken for lena. 

remembering what happened with her at euros and the champions league final against barcelona– you were crushed, you couldn’t be there to comfort her this time since you were with your own team. 

for a couple of hours– more like all day– you didn’t hear from lena. that was okay with you– you weren’t obsessive and knew that lena needed space. 

you occupied your time by going on an adventure with some of your uswnt teammates. savannah, emily, and kristie invited you to go get gelato with them– which you agreed to. 

when the entire national team heard the news about germany’s elimination, they knew that you’d feel hurt for lena and your bayern teammates. kristie, in particular, understands since her girlfriend plays on another national team too. 

while you were grabbing gelato, which was already 8pm at this point, your phone vibrated in the back of your jean pocket. 

when you saw lena’s contact, you immediately accepted, excusing yourself from your teammates to go outside of the gelato place– sitting down on a random picnic table. 

“hallo liebe.” you spoke softly, understanding how hurt she might be. 

she called you instead of facetiming you as well, you knew that she didn’t want you to see her so upset. 

“hiiii.” lena dragged out. 

you frown as you hear the raspiness of her voice. 

“you did amazing obi.” you reassure lena, knowing she is beating herself up about this exit from the world cup. 

“it wasn’t enough though.” lena protests. 

“lena!” you say. she knew you were serious when you said her name instead of her nicknames. 

“colombia played dirty, you tied with south korea, and your team did amazing against morocco– you’ll be hurt for a while but I promise things will get better.” you say, your serious tone was clear through the phone call. 

“i just wanted to win so badly, i want to see you happy.” lena says. 

“obi, you make me happy everyday. you’re the best thing i could’ve ever asked for, i don’t know what i did to deserve such a great person like you. you’re an amazing midfielder as well, one of the best! you’ve surpassed me! i’m happy for you everyday even if this wasn’t the outcome we wanted for yourself.” you say. 

lena and you talked for another ten minutes, discussing things that she can now look forward to. 

when you had to go, you reassured lena that she did great– even if she doesn’t believe that herself. 

little did you know, it was only three days later when lena would be comforting you. 

in the penalty shootout against sweden, you were the first penalty taker. after you made your penalty, you had a high hope about the us having a small chance of making it through. 

lena didn’t tell you this, but she was in the crowd along with some of your bayern teammates from germany. sydney, klara, and lea were there along with laura from frankfurt. you thought lena went back home to wolfsburg. 

she held onto lea’s arm for relief and cheered dramatically when you made your penalty. 

you stood in the line beside julie ertz and sophia smith, afraid as your worst nightmare became a reality. 

when hurtig scored the final penalty, your breath almost got stuck in your throat as VAR had to review the replay. even though you were an optimistic person, you knew deep down that your 2023 world cup campaign ended here. 

the refree blew the whistle and pointed to the middle and all of the swedish players in yellow ran in excitement. at the same second, it seemed like all of the noise was canceled out from your ears as you stared in horror. 

what went wrong? you first asked yourself. nothing should’ve. you scored once against vietnam, scored the only goal against the netherlands, and cleared a goal that could’ve put portugal above you guys on the group stage table. there’s nothing else you could’ve done. 

as you walk towards the benches, alex was the first to hug you tightly. she knew how much this meant to you, yes even after scoring in the world cup 2019 final and winning. 

somehow, you wanted to prove to yourself that you’ve grown since being 17 and 18 years old, the version of you that won a world cup and champions league. 

the team got in a circle and discussed that it was a “good run” and things needed to “improve”

you agreed on the last part. 

in the crowd, you looked around at the crowd dressed in red, white, and blue. you believed that you failed them. you failed the little girls that had your last name with your national team number, “17” on the back. somehow, you felt like you were being mocked for losing such a big competition after winning the last two. 

the tears poured down your face and wouldn’t stop. you tried to pretend like you weren’t crying, but it was no use. you sat down on the grass and held your head in your hands as you realized that there was no “quarter finals,” or ‘semi final” in your immediate future.. you’re going back to munich. 

as you cried more, you felt four arms wrap around your body from all sides. you didn’t look up, believing that it was someone from your national team. 

“y/n, you played so well!” you heard the familar swedish accent in your ear. 

you wiped your tears with your hands before looking up. 

madga and fridolina were hugging you as you continued to cry. madga knew how hard this game was for her, since you look at her as a mentor and friend. 

“please don’t hurt yourself over this.” fridolina spoke up. 

you never played with fridolina, but lena did at wolfsburg. fridolina knew you well enough to know that you were a sensitive person. 

“hold on, i’ll be right back.” madga spoke up and unwrapped your arms from you. 

your body leaned on fridolina’s torso as you kept your eyes closed. you weren’t crying anymore, but you needed some type of comfort. 

after five minutes, madga came back and frido pulled you off of her body and you felt yourself laying on someone else. 

your tears poured again when you smelled the coconut scent you’re all too familiar with. 

“liebe, i’m so sorry.” lena whispered, sitting on the grass as you laid across her body. 

you didn’t say anything as klara, sydney, laura, and lea hugged you around lena. all of your bayern teammates (+ laura) loved and valued you as their close friend. they knew how ambitious you were, so seeing you sad made them sad. 

“you were the best player on that pitch, i’m not even kidding.” laura says as she kissed the top of your head in a friendly, yet comforting, gesture.  

“i love you.” lena kissed your temple before you sat up from her body, but your legs were still spread across her lap. 

“Ich liebe dich auch” you respond. 

you receive comfort from your bayern teammates (+ your girlfriend and laura) for twenty minutes before everyone decides to head out. not without making sure that you'll be okay, and to call them whenever you're free to.

“i was about to go and get you, but i didn’t want to interrupt.” alex morgan says when you walk into the dressing room, sitting down beside her in the locker room. 

you weren't the last one in the dressing room, since some players are outside receiving their own comfort from family and friends– but alex has experience on what its like to lose a world cup, and she wanted to make sure that you’ll be okay. 

“it’s okay. i just want to go home now.” you mumble as you take your blue cleats off, changing them for black adidas slides that you put on your tired feet. 

alex observes you a little longer. she had a gut feeling that there is something else on your mind, but she debated on if she should bring it up to you. 

knowing that she will barely see you once you go back to germany, and her to san diego, she decides that she will. 

“how’s lena doing?” alex asks. 

you smile lightly as you take off your jersey, replacing it with a soft black t-shirt given by the staff. you folded your jersey and put in in your bookbag, remembering to give it to lena once you had the chance to. 

“i think she’s doing better. we haven’t talked about her loss much because of this.” you say. 

alex smiles lightly before nodding. 

“well at least you guys get to spend time together once you’re back in munich.” alex says, wording it in a suspicious way. 

you swallow on nothing as you stare down at your feet. 

“yeah..” you mumble. 

“well- she’s still in wolfsburg and i’m at munich so we will just have a week together. we plan on spending it in ibiza though.” you say in an indescribable manner. 

“that’s fun.” alex says. 

the woman knows you all too well. you don’t really have to be “pushed” to talk about how you feel about something, you just needed the safe space provided to do so. 

“it is. i just wish that we would have more than a week together though.” you comment. 

alex’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

“what do you mean?” she asks. 

“we are long-distance, since wolfsburg is hours away from munich. however, its been two and a half years since we started dating and i feel like long-distance is making us fall– behind.” you whisper. 

luckily, all of the other girls in the dressing room are keeping to themselves with music blasting in their airpods, so you’re comfortable talking. 

“if you mean that you’re falling behind from other people. you shouldn’t think that way– you can’t compare your situation with other peoples.” alex says, wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

“i know, but i think the long distance is catching up to me. i wish we could just play at the same club and live together. it would make things a lot easier for us. we plan on getting married someday so it has to happen someday in the future.” you rant. 

“maybe you should talk to her.” alex suggests. 

“i should– and will. but i don’t know what to say. lena has said on many occasions that she would never come to bayern– and i don’t see myself going to wolfsburg either.” you look over at alex who gives you a look of sympathy. 

“what about a new club? a club that will take the both of you. i mean, you’re the best attacking midfielder in the world and lena is the best defensive– any club would be on their knees to have you both.” alex says. you laugh at her last couple of words. 

“we’ll see.” you say. 

what you didn’t know was that lena wanted a new challenge and has been thinking about it for a while. at first, she had to come to term that the way she will get that is if she leaves wolfsburg. 

after the defeat against barcelona in the champions league final, a shift in lena’s mind happened. she suppressed it but now she realizes that she might have to leave wolfsburg in order to gain some motivation back. 

in january 2024, you extended your contract with bayern munich until 2027. this made you happy, the club made you happy, and the club was happy to keep you for another few seasons. 

lena was started to grow frustrated with the distance between you both as well. she wanted to stay in germany to be closer to you and her family– so she accepted that bayern is the only place for her to go. 

when rumors about lena joining bayern started to grow, you confronted her when she suddenly appeared at your apartment with a few bags of luggage. 

“what’s been going on? the wolfsburg media is hating you because they’re saying you’re coming to bayern– even though you said you never would– and now you’re here unexpectedly. i mean, you’re always welcome here sweetheart but what's going on?” you say as you pull lena’s luggage into your bedroom. 

after you sat her luggage down by your bedroom closet, lena pulled your body towards hers and held your hands softly. you looked at her with a confused, yet soft, facial expression as she gave you a light smile. 

“i’m going over to bayern in an hour. i’m joining bayern.” lena says, not avoiding the truth. 

your jaw dropped as you looked for any sign that she was lying, she wasn’t.

“you’re not lying?” you say. lena nods her head. 

“wait- wait- you don’t have to join just because of me if you really don’t want to come here. i know you said many times that-” 

“sweetheart, ich möchte hierher kommen und bei euch sein und in Deutschland bleiben. Ihr zwingt mich zu nichts, das verspreche ich.” (I want to come here and be with you and stay in Germany. You won't force me to do anything, I promise.) lena cuts you off as you move your head into her chest, hugging her softly as you realized that she will finally be with you. 

you’ve been with bayern and lena long enough to be fluent in your third language, after english and french. 

“you’re finally going to be here with me.” you whisper.  

“yes i am.” lena kisses the top of your head as you both hug in silence. 

she's been with you for three years now, but it seems like she's been around for much longer than that.

I hope you enjoyed <3

[loosesodamarble]

Aaaaahhhhhh!

I've read this so many times and it just doesn't lose its charm!

Morgen and his lover carefully working around the rules of fey. The little tells of his inhuman nature, like his warmth and how he naturally glows.

And the quiet, simple intimacy they share kjhsushrtaishrtkj!

Asking for permission to kiss is so romantic! So freaking romantic I'm losing my miiiiiind!

Pairing: Fae!Morgen x gn!reader Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~0.6k Genre: fluff

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[hearts4kaulitz]

2005 / YOUNGER BILL KAULITZ HCSbill

bill kaulitz x gn! reader

you and him definitely go to see movies together no doubt

like you’ll be sitting in ur room at night and youd get a call from him asking if you could sneak out so yall could watch the newest movies (— sometimes he brings tom)

if you try and brush his hair he will like fall cause theres so much gel in it.

its really funny but takes FOREVER to get out.

if hes frustrated enough he’ll ask you to help him wash it out. (— in a sink weirdo)

y’all probably have karaoke nights like you two are singing ur hearts out to some song

tom and the rest of the band doesn’t appreciate it, you two have DEFINITELY gotten a noise complaint more than once.

he would also paint your nails alot

if you have a problem with biting your nails he’d try and keep you distracted by doing anything.

“ YN! YN! look what i made! ” and he’d show you the most basic drawing ever. he really wouldn’t even try on it but its the thought that counts

if you dont know german he would teach you some.

bill could sit there for HOURS just teaching you words and sentences.

he would be so proud of you

sometimes he just walks by you and says something like “guten morgen” just to see if you remembered and if you did he would pretend he didnt care but its so obvious hes all giddy cause he taught u something

if tom has a girl over or is like talking to one on the phone you two would pretend to be the girl and tom right infront of his face so he’d get flustered

yall would laugh your ASSES off if he started to stutter.

you two have sleepovers anytime you can. if hes not at your house, your at his. theres no in between and no going back

if he did like you he would definitely ask you to sleep over more often and ask you to watch movies with him. anything really

if you were to fall asleep first he would move next to you just so he could play with your hair or just hold you close

in the mornings he pretends like he has NO idea why yall are like that even though it was literally his idea.

also he does ur makeup alot.

like you would be laying on the couch with ur head turned in his direction with his hands cupping ur face so he can get better angles and whatever.

you can tell he just likes to hold your face though.

younger bill seemed like sucha cutie patootie im crying omg

OMG I DISAPPEARED AGAIN.

im so sorry i’ll probably write a fanfic based on one of these hcs tho 😭😭

im so sorry ill try and be better at posting ive just been having HORRIBLE writers block

[lyranova]

Hi can you write a college au + coffee shop au fic of delinquent Nacht x f!reader where the dynamic is NOT bad boy x good girl but bad boy x dense girl. Where both of them are college students and reader works part time as a barista. Please include Morgen and Yami as side characters.

Hiya anon, I apologize for the wait! Of course I can, and I did my best to work in Morgen and Yami as side characters. Also this isn’t really as fluffy as most other fics, this is more…neutral I guess? But I still hope you enjoy~!

Taglist: @loosesodamarble

Word Count: 1,315

Warnings: None

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You watched as your newest co-worker, Nacht Faust, struggled with the coffee maker. He cursed and glared as it made a very unsettling hiss, and you couldn’t help but shake your head.

This guy…why on earth did he lie and say he had experience when he clearly did not?!

As you watched him continue to struggle, you couldn’t help but recall the day he had come up to you at school and asked if your parent’s coffee shop still needed another employee. You had told him that they did, and all he did was nod in response and walk away.

It had been really weird; but then again Nacht had always been weird ever since you two were kids, so it wasn’t really a surprise. But after he came up to you the next day and announced that you two were co-workers now as well as classmates you had been surprised!

You sighed and shook your head, you couldn’t believe that your parents had agreed to hire one of the most well known delinquents in town. But at the same time, you knew that your parents had a soft spot for him…

And so did you.

“ Good morning you two!” Morgen Faust greeted happily as he walked into the shop.

“ I wouldn’t say their morning is ‘good’ if that sound is any indication.” Yami Sukehiro, the other delinquent in town and Nacht’s friend, said as he winced at the awful hissing sound.

“ And I wouldn’t say your morning will be good if you don’t shut up.” Nacht muttered in irritation as he glanced at his chuckling friend.

You rolled your eyes before quickly greeting Morgen, ignoring Yami, and walking over to Nacht.

“ Here,” You began as you walked up behind him. “ You gotta do it like this.” You instructed as you reached around, grabbed his hands, and began to show him how the coffee machine worked.

“ I’ve got it,” He muttered, his voice quiet but as he turned away you swore you saw his cheeks were now bright pink.

You tilted your head, why was his face red? Did he maybe get too warm working with the coffee machine?

“ You sure?” You asked, and when he gave you a nod you released his hands and stepped away from him, walked out from behind the counter, and walked towards Morgen and Yami.

“ I take it that training isn’t going well?” Morgen asked you with a nervous laugh, and you shook your head.

“ Nope, not at all,” You sighed as more cursing and a loud crash could be heard from Nacht.

“ It could be worse,” Yami began as he leaned back in his seat. “ He could’ve burnt down the coffee shop already.”

“ Don’t say that, or he just might!” You exclaimed in panic, an image of the coffee shop burning down flashing in your mind. Yami laughed while Morgen just shook his head.

“ To be honest, I really don’t understand why he applied here,” You admitted after a moment. “ I mean, I know he needed a job…but why did he apply here of all places?”

“ Hm, I wonder,” Morgen hummed mysteriously, his eyes telling you he knew exactly why his twin had applied there.

But lucky you didn’t have to wait very long to hear the reason.

“ He applied here because he likes you, you idiot,” Yami explained as he crossed his arms.

You stared at the pair for a moment, your eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to process what he had just said, but then you laughed.

“ That’s a good one Yami, you should make jokes like that more often!” You laughed as you patted his shoulder.

Morgen and Yami exchanged a look.

“ He…isn’t joking,” Morgen admitted hesitantly, his eyes now holding a serious look in them. “ That was the sole reason he applied here.”

“ That punk wanted to find an excuse to spend more time with you outside of school,” Yami added.

“ You…really didn’t know?” Morgen asked softly, and you shook your head slowly.

That didn’t make sense; Nacht, your childhood friend, liked you?! There was no way that was true…

But as you began to put all the pieces together, everything made sense. He would act hot and cold with you, he would say and do things that felt a little out of character for him, and whenever you got too close or held his hands like you did a moment ago his face would turn red and he would look nervous.

He liked you…

“ Why?” You muttered in confusion, you brows furrowing.

“ Why what?” Morgen and Yami asked in equal confusion.

“ Why does he like me? Out of all people?” You asked them in disbelief, and Yami shrugged.

“ I dunno, why don’t you go ask him?” Yami suggested, with Morgen nodding in agreement.

But you just stood there; your mind going a mile a minute as you tried to decide what to do, when suddenly another loud crash rang out through the coffee shop as a couple of mugs broke.

“ I…I-I need to get back to work,” You muttered as you walked away from your friends and went back behind the counter.

And for the rest of the day your mind was completely filled with nothing but Nacht and this new revelation.

“ You okay? You’ve been acting weird since this morning.” Nacht asked as the two of you stood outside the now closed coffee shop. He always walked you home after work, claiming that it was dangerous for you to walk home by yourself late at night.

You had laughed, saying that you could handle yourself, and he agreed but said that it didn’t hurt to have someone watching your back just in case.

But now that entire memory looked completely different than it had before…

“ Yeah, I’m fine.” You told him softly as you finished locking the shop and turned around to face the street.

Nacht’s eyes narrowed, not believing you for a second, and just as he was about to tell you so you spoke up.

“ Do you like me?”

He felt his heart stop dead in his chest at your question, and as he slowly turned to face you he noticed you were still staring out at the street.

“ Where did you hear that from?”

“ Yami and Morgen.”

“ Tsk, those two...” He muttered in irritation as he also turned to face the street. When he got back to the dorms he was definitely going to give them an earful, especially Yami!

The air quickly became thick and awkward as you and Nacht stood there, but eventually he sighed.

“ Yeah, I like you,” He admitted softly, his gaze drifting towards the ground.

You hummed.

“ Do…you also like me?” He asked you hesitantly, his voice even softer than before. The tone sounded nervous, and slightly afraid.

“ I don’t know,” You admitted softly as your gaze also drifted towards the ground. “ Everything feels…different now between us.”

Nacht nodded slowly.

“ A good different, or a bad different?” He asked as he looked over at you, trying to gauge your emotions through your expressions, but you weren’t giving anything away.

“ I think…it’s a good different,” You admitted softly, your brows furrowing in thought. Nacht let out a soft breath he hadn’t realized that he was holding.

It wasn’t a direct confirmation, but it wasn’t an outright rejection either.

“ I think we’ll have to spend more time together for me to figure it out,” You told him as you finally looked up and turned to face him. “ Is that alright?”

Nacht’s eyes widened and his brows raised in surprise, but he quickly composed himself and he looked away shyly.

“ I think I can work you into my schedule,” He said with a small grin.

“ Great! So should we have dinner tomorrow after work?”

Nacht turned to face you again, his grin widening, and his head nodding in agreement.

“ I think I can make that work.”

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