#sorry it took me a bit to get to this ask i had to go to work and forgor

[that-one-girl2020]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do a skit about what were the Saja Boys fighting about and what Jinu and Rumi were talking about, because I really want to know.

Interlude

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Sorry getting around to this one took a little bit, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with it until I started writing it. This takes during part 5! Rumi and Jinu’s conversation happens before the start of the part and the fight between the guys happens during the Idol Awards. Rumi and Jinu’s song is still Rumi and Jinu’s song, just with some edits.

Synopsis: What happened between Rumi and Jinu before the Idol Awards without the romantic undertone? What fight did the boys stage as part of their plan?

CW: Self mutilation (only mention), toxic parenting (thanks Celine), arguing.

Word Count: 2,024

Master List

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

What did Rumi and Jinu talk about?

“Okay, sooo…” Rumi drawled as she joined Jinu. The two had agreed to meet up the night before the Idol Awards to discuss Jinu’s answer. “I’ve been meaning to ask. Why does the bird wear a tiny hat?” She raised an eyebrow curiously at the three-eyed magpie perched atop its blue tiger friend.

“I made it for the tiger, but the bird keeps taking it,” Jinu explained, looking at said bird. Sussie only narrow its eyes at the two, daring them to try and take the hat from him.

Rumi and Jinu chuckled. She was surprised at how easy it was to get along with Jinu when she looked past his surface. Yeah, his appearance had flustered her at first, but he was just an ordinary guy.

“So, about tomorrow, have you thought about my proposal?”

Jinu’s face became solemn. “Look, I want to believe in your crazy plan, but I don’t think I’m the one to help you.” His mind was stuck on thoughts of you. The soft moments the two of you shared together. The self-inflicted marks you had on your arms from scratching at your patterns. He was conflicted. If he actually helped Rumi with her plan, would that help you or would it just trap you into a life of never fully accepting yourself if your patterns didn’t disappear? But if he went through with his own plan, would you hate him?

Rumi’s voice interrupted his thoughts, “Actually, you already have.” Jinu looked at her curiously. “I spent my whole life keeping this secret, this shame of what I am, and the more I hid this shame, the more it grew and grew until it started to destroy the one thing that gave me a purpose, my voice.”

Jinu listened to her quietly. He was frustrated on your behalf. Rumi spoke with no regard for you or what you were going through by also having to hide this part of yourself. But he couldn’t change the way Rumi felt about her situation.

“But since I’ve met you, and the more I talk to you, become friends with you, I don’t understand it, but somehow, my voice has healed,” Rumi went on.

Jinu listened as she sang.

“I tried to hide but something broke~ I tried to sing, couldn't hit the note~ The words kept catching in my throat~ I tried to smile, I was suffocating though~ But here with you, I can finally breathe~ You say you're no good, but you're good for me~ I've been hoping to change, now I know we can change~ But I won't if you're not by my side~”

There were flaws in her song, holes that made something inside Jinu ache. Rumi was still blinded by illusions. A reality that she wanted but wasn’t hers. And he ached because he was the source of Rumi’s comfort when it came to accepting a part of herself that you shared. It shouldn’t be him there, it should be you. Why couldn’t Rumi just talk to you? Why couldn’t Rumi see that you were hurting?

“Why does it feel right every time I let you in?~ Why does it feel like I can tell you anything?~ All the secrets that keep me in chains, and~ All the damage that might make me dangerous~ You got a dark side, guess you're not the only one~ What if we both tried fighting what we're running from?~ We can't fix it if we never face it~ What if we find a way to escape it?~”

Jinu kept back, keeping his distance from Rumi as she sang of false hope. ‘Escape it’? Escape a part of him that makes him who he is? He doesn’t always like that part of him, but it's still exactly that. A part of him. He couldn’t be so naive as to want to escape it. But he could feel the genuine emotions Rumi was putting into her words, her desire for a friendship like this. Someone who can understand her and see all of her without judgement. And Jinu wanted that too.

“We could be free, free~ We can't fix it if we never face it~ Let the past be the past 'til it's weightless~”

He just didn’t think he would be getting the non-judgemental relationship he wanted from Rumi. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want her friendship. So he opened up a little bit, let a crack shine through to his true self.

“Ooh, time goes by, and I lose perspective~ Yeah, hope only hurts, so I just forget it~ But she’s breaking through all the dark in me when I thought that nobody could~ And she’s waking up all these parts of me that I thought were buried for good~”

You. He told Rumi about you, vague as it was. The girl that reminded him what its like to be human. To care. To love.

“Between imposter and this monster, I been lost inside my head~ Ain't no choice when all these voices keep me pointing towards no end~ It's just easy when I'm with her, no one sees me the way she does~ I don't trust it, but I want to, I keep coming back to~”

And Rumi smiled with understanding. Because she had people like that too. People she wanted to be better for, to be able to open herself up to fully. She and Jinu really were a lot alike.

“Why does it feel right every time I let you in?~ Why does it feel like I can tell you anything?~ We can't fix it if we never face it~ What if we find a way to escape it?~”

The two sang together, voicing their similar hope and wish. To be free to love the people that they do. For all of them to be seen and accepted whole heartedly. No secrets. No lies.

“We could be free, free~ We can't fix it if we never face it~ Let the past be the past 'til it's weightless~”

The two felt like they were floating. Like they could share the deepest parts of them and the other would only accept it with open arms. Like they had known each other for years instead of just a few weeks.

“Oh, so take my hand, it's open (Free, free)~ What if we heal what's broken? (Free, free)~”

The two friends took each other’s hands. If the whole world fell apart and they lost everyone else, at least they would still have each other. Because Jinu knew the dark secrets that Rumi kept hidden from everybody else. And Rumi knew the light hopes that Jinu kept hidden from the world.

“I tried to hide but something broke~ I couldn't sing, but you give me hope~ We can't fix it if we never face it~ Let the past be the past 'til it's weightless~”

The two stood in silence for a moment, Rumi shocked at how strong her voice felt as she sang with Jinu, and Jinu shocked at how quiet his head was. That hadn’t happened around anyone except…you. “I…I don’t hear his voice,” Jinu admitted in his shock. “I’ll make sure the Saja Boys lose tomorrow.”

Rumi’s lips twitched up in a small smile, “Then we’ll both win.” Rumi looked down in consideration, tempted to leave without asking but her curiosity got the best of her. “Who is she?”

Jinu blinked, “Huh?”

Rumi jokingly rolled her eyes. “Who is she?” She repeated. “The girl you mentioned when we were singing?”

Jinu startled, his back straightening as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He hadn’t really thought that one through. “Oh, uh, a girl, just a girl I met, uh, during one of our performances. She…she just sees and accepts all of me,” Jinu told her, a blush on his cheeks.

Rumi was tempted to ask if this girl knew about them being demons but she couldn’t help but internally coo at how bashful Jinu was about this girl he obviously liked. She must be really special. “I’m happy for you, Jinu. If it all goes to plan, you should ask her out.”

Jinu chuckled, “Yeah, only when you finally ask out those two girls.”

Rumi spluttered, her face turning red, “Ah, no, we’re just friends!”

Jinu smirked, crossing his arms smugly, “But you knew exactly what girls I was talking about, didn’t you?”

Rumi only stuttered more, feeling caught, “No, just, they, they’re—ugh, just shut up. You’re so annoying sometimes.” She turned on her heel to leave. She desperately wanted to end this conversation. “Bye Jinu.”

Jinu couldn’t help but want to tell her the truth. About his past. He wanted this friendship with her to be genuine, to share who he really was. “Rumi, wait. I…”

Rumi looked at him expectantly.

“I…” He couldn’t do it. “I can’t wait to see you on that stage tomorrow.”

For you, he would betray Gwi Ma. He couldn’t be selfish. This way, you could live a happy life.

But then, as Rumi left, Gwi Ma summoned him to remind Jinu of the type of person he really was.

~~~

What were the boys fighting about during the Idol Awards?

The boys were tense. They had passed the Huntr/x girls earlier. Their skin crawled with the urge to do something. Just last night, you had been crying on their couch, in their arms, singing to them in your sweet voice about how you had been shoved into a mold that didn’t fit you. And those girls had played a role in it.

But they had to stick to the plan.

The five of them were in their dressing room, ready for their cue. The air was tense. The five of them knew the next part of the plan that had to happen, they had to come up with an excuse not to perform. They had discussed it earlier and decided to stage a fight between them. But it would only be believable if it was about a real topic. None of them wanted to start it.

“Jinu,” Kwan began, a frown on his lips and a furrow in his brow. “Are you really friends with Rumi? The girl who played a direct part in ruining (Y/n)’s life?”

Okay, so they were going with this topic. The other Saja Boys hadn’t gotten to know Rumi like Jinu had so there were definitely…opinions about her.

“You don’t know her, and yeah, she’s not perfect, but she is my friend,” Jinu rebutted.

“Sure, a friend who doesn’t deserve the sister she has,” Jum added fuel to the spark of agitation.

“It’s not like we deserve her either,” Hyeon crossed his arms, saying what they all had been thinking for a while.

Chungae bristled, “That’s not for us to decide, that’s up to her.”

”You know what choice she’ll make, she’s too good for us,” Jinu reminded them all bitterly.

“She is, but this isn’t the way to protect her,” Chungae scowled.

”Then how do you suggest we protect her, huh?!” Jinu burst out. “Please, I’d love to hear some other ideas!”

“This whole thing was your idea, don’t tell us you're tapping out now!” The five devolved into spitting vitriol at each other, whatever came to mind first.

“I’m not letting us all be sealed away, away from her!”

“Well, how do you think this is gonna end?! We’re on different sides!”

“What, and you wanna leave her alone with all these people?!”

A stage hand tried to get their attention, “Boys, you're on in two minutes!”

They continued.

“How are we supposed to protect her, love her when all we do is break everything we touch?!”

“All we can do is our best for her!”

“Our best is never good enough, look where it got us!”

“This is the best we can do for her?! Betraying her and throwing her to the wolves?!”

The stage hand turned to another, “Change of schedule, go and tell Huntr/x that they’re going on.”

Mission success. They separated to ‘get some air.’ The next stage of their plan commenced.

Outtakes:

*Later*

You: *earnestly concerned* “So…what did you guys argue about?”

The Saja Simps: *not wanting to tell you they argued about not being deserving of you* “Uhhh…”

Jinu: “Global warming.”

Chungae: “Nail polish colors.”

Hyeon: “Cats or dogs.”

Kwan: “Is water wet.”

Jum: “The meaning of life.”

You: “…”

You: “Okay, don’t tell me then.”

…

*Meanwhile, with Polytr/x*

Mira: “Why are you so close with Jinu…?”

Zoey: “Yeah, you two are oddly close for someone you’ve known for a few weeks.”

Rumi: “Uhhh…we bonded over our mutual dislike for a side of ourselves and sang about our emotions…?”

Mira and Zoey: *Gasp* “You sang an emotionally revealing and trauma bonding song with Jinu before us?!”

…

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[joeyfromthetrack]

Take a Picture of Me - LN⁴

Lando Norris x model!reader

Summary: Lando being his girlfriend's self dubbed personal photographer

Contains: SMAU, little fluffy bits, Lando being down bad, short but cute

inspiration was drawn upon seeing the middle photo 😌

It started as a joke between them.

"You take more pictures of me than my PR team."

Lando looked up from the camera, lips quirking. "That’s because your PR team doesn't get to see you like this."

"Like what?"

He didn’t answer. Just raised the lens again. Click.

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landonorris: oh hey there

@/user576: the way she’s literally glowing?? he’s in LOVE your honor

@/girlfriendsofthegrid: no because he said "I study her like a Renaissance painting" with his whole chest

@/carlossainz55: that's not me?! 😟😒 >> @/landonorris: sorry baby 😉

@/user832: This is not photography. This is devotion.

@/user022: Just say “I’m obsessed with her” and go, Lando 😭😭

@/lnfans: this is not soft launching anymore. this is full poetic boyfriend era

Lando Norris had trophies. Entire cities that screamed his name.

But nothing compared to the quiet moments with her. No roar of the crowd could match the sound of her laugh when she thought he wasn’t listening.

He liked to capture those.

She’d catch him staring sometimes, half-embarrassed. “What?”

“You’re just really... you. And I don’t want to miss any of it.”

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landonorris: Every version of her is my favorite one

@/user429 he’s so IN LOVE it’s actually kind of rude

@/lanfanclub: the way he makes everyday moments look like cinematic masterpieces 🥲

@/user387: imagine being beautiful AND adored like this???

@/yourusername: not him posting me not even paying attention >>@/landonorris: it’s literally my lockscreen. deal with it. >>>@/user982: you're disgusting, keep doing it.

He called her his favorite subject.

Not just in front of the camera. But always. She could be talking about grocery lists and he’d look at her like she was reciting Shakespeare.

"Why do you look at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you’re composing a sonnet in your head."

"...That’s because I am."

He had a whole album labeled “Her, Just Being.”

That included:

Her squinting at parking meters

Her eating fruit out of a hotel mini fridge

Her brushing his hair out of his eyes without realizing

Everyday things. Mundane things. The kind of moments you miss if you blink.

He never wanted to blink.

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landonorris: This is my entire camera roll. And I wouldn’t change a thing.

@/yourusername: you forgot the pic where i accidentally elbowed you mid-dance >>@/landonorris: that one’s in the vault. it’s too iconic to waste

@/user983: this isn’t a love story this is THE love story

@/user103: he loves her like she’s magic and breath at the same time

@/user675: every photo feels like a little thank-you to the universe for giving her to him 😭

Sometimes he posted her just because she asked.

"Take a picture of me," she'd say, even when she knew he already was.

One time, she said it while sitting on their living room floor at 9:42 PM, messy hair, one sock on, holding a slice of pizza and a half drunk glass of wine.

He took five photos.

@/landonorris posted a story:

Caption: "Take a picture of me."

It wasn’t about the perfect composition.

It wasn’t about being a model or a race car driver or having followers who watched their every move.

It was about how she made even the quiet parts of life feel loud.

How he wanted to hold on to it all.

Frame it.

Freeze it.

─── ⋆⋅📸⋅⋆ ───

[viktateapot]

THINGS (Batboys)

Dick Grayson:

You and Dick were having dinner at a restaurant when Dick got a call to immediately head out to Bludhaven for one person.

Looking flustered, he quickly kissed your cheek and scurried toward the door while bumping into everything along the way.

While you were fuming, what happened years earlier had crossed your mind: Dick stealing your favourite dress and putting it on for everyone’s amusement. Unwilling to forgive him for the rampage you had over it, you decided to pay him back.

You rushed over to Dick’s, only to find he wasn’t there. The frustration became unbearable, and knowing that Dick would be back, you hastened home, beginning to think about what you could possibly take revenge with.

“I have an idea,” you declared as you entered the room, and saw his favorite pajamas.

When Dick got to the apartment, he saw that you were asleep on the couch. Smiling, he embraced you. “I love you,” he said.

As he entered the bedroom to change, his eyes widened and a confused look was etched onto his face: the pajamas were missing.

Jason Todd:

Jason woke up in a foul mood. You could feel it rolling off of him in waves. He was all but oozing sarcasm and dark energy. Usually, you gave him his space during times like these, but today you decided enough was enough.

“What’s wrong with you?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe of his room.

“Nothing,” He replied, not even sparing you a glance.

“Come on, Jason,” You said, rolling your eyes. “I know you better than anyone else. What’s got you so worked up?”

He mumbled something under his breath, but you couldn’t make it out.

“What?” You asked. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you. Mind speaking up?”

Jason sighed deeply. “It doesn’t matter, you wouldn’t understand anyway,” He said.

“Try me,” You urged. “I’m sure I can.”

He looked up at you then, and you saw the pain in his eyes. Your heart ached for him, and you just wanted to make it all better. But you knew he needed to get it off his chest first.

“It’s just…everything,” He said. “I just feel so lost, ya know?”

You walked into the room and sat down next to him on the bed. “I understand,” You said. “I feel like that sometimes too. But you know what? You don’t have to go through it alone.”

Jason shook his head. “I don’t know if I can do this,” He said. “I’m just gonna end up making things worse.”

“That’s not true, and I can prove it,” You replied, yanking him up from the bed.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” Jason protested as you dragged him toward the front door.

“Come on,” You replied. “We’re going to get out of these problems”.

“What if I don’t want to?” Jason grumbled, resisting.

“Oh, you don’t?" You smirked. "Well, I guess I’ll just have to take matters into my own hands” You pushed him in the back. “Now go.”

Leaving, you took all his bullets.

Tim Drake:

Tim’s fatigue reached a new peak, and with him being too stubborn to quit, you decide to step in yourself. You certainly wouldn’t want him to get sick. Who knows what would happen to Gotham then!

You rushed into the Batcave. “TIM!” you screamed. “We need to talk.”

Tim gave no response. He was far too invested in whatever he was doing on his computer.

Rolling your eyes, you got closer. “Tim!” you repeated, this time a bit louder.

“What is it?” he grumbled, not looking away from the screen.

“You need to rest,” you said.

Tim chuckled. “I don’t have time for sleep,” he said. “I have more important things to do.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “You’ve been working for ages now. You look like you’re about to drop dead.”

“I’m fine,” Tim said. “I can keep going.”

“No,” you said. "It's over."

You stepped forward and ripped his computer’s power cord right out of the socket.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Tim protested.

“Making you rest,” you replied, placing your hands on your hips. "All these gadgets you like? Are now under my control."

Damian Wayne:

Again, another night of sitting around with nothing to do. I swear, sometimes it feels like you are just a fancy decoration in Wayne Manor because everyone is always too busy for anything.

“Damian,” you said. “I’m bored.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “Then find something to do,” he replied.

“I have tried everything,” you said. “There’s nothing that’s interesting.”

“That’s not my problem,” Damian replied.

“You could just spend time with me,” you said.

“I don’t have time,” Damian replied. “I have more important things to do.”

“Than what?” you asked. “What could possibly be more important than spending time with your girlfriend?”

Damian didn’t say anything.

“That’s what I thought,” you said. “You just want to push me away.”

“That’s not true,” Damian replied.

“Is too true,” you said. “You’re afraid to get close to me because you think I’m going to leave you, like everyone else has.”

Damian didn’t say a word.

“You’re pathetic,” you said.

Damian flinched as if you had slapped him. You immediately regretted it, but it was too late.

“I know,” Damian replied.

From there, you had decided that it was time to get revenge with at least something minor. Carefully sneaking up on him while he’s meditating, you quietly take his sword and flee. It would most certainly make him angry.

HERE'S A LITTLE SURPRISE FOR YOU, MY DEARS

Conner Kent:

You woke up in the middle of the night. The apartment was eerily silent, and you suddenly felt lonely. Conner was out on patrol, and you hated it when he was gone for so long.

You turned over to your side, but you couldn't fall back asleep. You wanted the warmth of Conner near you.

You pondered, then you got out of bed. You quietly snuck into his room and approached his closet. You knew he hated it when you rummaged through his things, but you didn't care. You were feeling too bummed.

You opened his closet and started looking through his belongings. There were a lot of t-shirts with Superman logos and jeans, but you needed something else. You wanted something that smelled like Conner.

You sorted through all his things, but you couldn't find anything. You were about to give up when you noticed a leather jacket hanging in the corner. You smiled. It was just what you needed.

You grabbed the jacket and put it on. It was a little too big on you, but that was okay. The important thing was that it smelled like Conner.

You headed back to your room and lay back down in bed. The jacket smelled like him, and you felt better.

A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Everything okay?" Conner whispered.

You smiled. "Yes," you replied. "Now, yes."

[stories-i-guess]

Here we go ig

Rumi walked into the tower, expecting to just take the elevator up to her floor, like usual. Instead, she was met with both Zoey and Mira, waiting for her like puppies. This, of course, surprised the poor girl. “What are you guys doing?” She asked, tugging at her collar for a moment.

“Waiting! For you!” Zoey responded, cheery as always.

Mira’s eyes flicked away as she responded. “I dunno. We just wanted to make sure you were safe is all.”

“Okay, that’s nice of you, but I can handle myself on a twenty minute run!” Rumi put her hands out, expressing her confusion.

Unbeknownst to Rumi, a man was walking up behind her, trying to get a picture. The trio was used to paparazzi and creepy fans, that came with the business. They would just smile and wave, sign whatever they were handed, and slip off as soon as possible.

But this time, Mira and Zoey didn’t handle it so well.

“Hey! Back off, creep!” Mira shouted at the man, causing Rumi to turn around quickly, trying to figure out what the man did to make Mira so upset. Nothing. He was just like normal paparazzi. She didn’t know what the issue was.

“Okay, what is going on with you two?!” Rumi almost shouted out as they were alone in the elevator, especially since they were standing just a bit too close for comfort. She may be able to show her patterns now, but she was still not used to that much skin to skin contact.

“What are you talking about?” Zoey questioned, eyes wide and curious as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Mira spoke in the same tone that Zoey always said reminded her of a “Rosa Diaz” but neither Mira nor Rumi knew who she was talking about, so they just assumed she was right.

Rumi took in a deep breath, trying not to yell too much. “What’s wrong is that you guys suddenly started acting like you’re afraid I’m gonna suddenly drop dead! You’re being way too… weird!” She sighed. “I don’t know, something is feeling off about things. You yelled at a random guy for acting like almost every fan out there, you were waiting at the door for me like Mystery waits for Zoey sometimes, yesterday you were sitting really close during dinner, you guys keep asking me how I’m feeling, and you guys are seriously in my personal space right now!” She waved her hands exasperatedly.

Zoey started talking in a panicked tone, “Sorry! It’s just that-!”

”Zoey, no!” Mira warned, glaring at her friend.

“Zoey, yes! I need an explanation before I lose it!” Rumi responded.

Mira put her hand over Zoey’s mouth. But that didn’t stop her. “CELINE TOLD US ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE IDOL AWARDS!”

Mira groaned and hid her face in her hands. Rumi’s eyes widened as she remembered what she had said and done then. “Oh…”

The elevator dinged and they all stepped out. Rumi rubbed her shoulder a little out of nervousness. Mira couldn’t hold either Rumi or Zoey’s gaze. Zoey’s fidgeting got even faster and bigger. No one knew what to say.

“I’m… going to my room.” Rumi said, quickly rushing off before they could stop her.

Zoey broke the silence between herself and Mira, saying, “That… could have gone better…”

Mira sighed before she spoke. “Yeah. It could’ve.”

. . .

During rehearsals that day, Rumi couldn’t focus. She kept worrying. She thought that Mira and Zoey had started acting like that because they didn’t trust her. Zoey couldn’t stop bouncing or fidgeting nervously. She thought that Rumi was mad at them for what they had said that night. Mira messed up her own dances almost as many times as Rumi messed up the lyrics. She thought Rumi was scared that she and Zoey would get mad at her for acting like that.

Eventually, when it became clear that they weren’t going to get anything done that day, Bobby let them all take the day off. They all stepped out of the studio together, made eye contact, and all spoke in unison.

“I’m sorry!”

“Wait, what?” Rumi said first. “What are you all sorry about? I’m the one who almost doomed everyone!”

“We’re the ones who made you think you shouldn’t live!” Zoey exclaimed.

Mira was too stunned to speak for a moment. She quickly recovered though. “We were the ones who pulled out our weapons against you! You have nothing to be sorry for!”

“Yeah!” Zoey continued, “You were already scared and panicking, and we just made everything worse! When we found out you tried to kill yourself, we felt SOOOO guilty! It was our fault for sure!”

“But I-“ Rumi began.

“Not buts. This time you have to accept it! You didn’t do anything wrong!” Mira pulled her friends into a hug, and they all sat there for a moment. Zoey was the only one who noticed how Rumi’s patterns began to glow a little brighter.

I just know Mira and Zoey would be so protective over Rumi post-Canon ESPECIALLY if they know Rumi asked Celine to kill her.

[vin-taege]

stranger than fiction

Summary: Bobby keeps talking nonstop about a friend he made at the gym. Contrary to his family's belief, he's more than certain that Erik is the one who would be more than interested to get to know her.

Genre: fluff, some suggestive dialogue

Pairing: Erik Campbell x f!reader (no description for reader aside from her having tattoos and snakebites)

Words: 5.3k

Note: oh yeah, i got carried away again. also, I don't think I made it clear, but reader is a few years older than Bobby (around Julia's age!). This was based on an anon's request. Sorry it took a while, but I hope it was worth the wait >< I'm considering a part 2, so feel free to drop ideas!

The first time Bobby laid his eyes on you, he instantly thought of how well you'd get along with Erik. It was during the early hours of the day, when the gym wasn't filled yet and the area still smelled fresh. He just finished his treadmill warm-up, sipping Gatorade from his Spongebob water bottle—a hand-me-down from Erik.

He took a swig, then saw you as he brought his head back down. You were looking at him a bit shyly, standing near enough to have a conversation. What caught his attention were the pointed ends of two rings near the sides of your bottom lip. They looked like small fangs when you had your mouth closed.

The next thing he took note of were your jogging pants, which had hand-painted spiderwebs on the black cotton. Surely, he would've remembered something as distinct as that. But he's never seen you before up until this moment. Either that or Julia was right, he really could be too oblivious sometimes.

"Hi!" he waved to you.

"Hi, sorry," you chuckled, offering him a small smile. "I didn't want to look like a creep or bother you, but uh, would you happen to know how to use that machine?"

Bobby looked over to the corner you were pointing at. He chuckled. "Oh, that. You know, I've been going to this gym for a year now, and I have yet to see anyone use it."

"Well, at least I know I'm not the only inept one," you laughed. Even down to the humor, you and Erik were so alike.

"I'm Bobby," he stuck his hand out, which you shook when you introduced yourself. He gestured towards his mouth, "I love your pants and your—this."

"Awh, thank you! I got my snake bites just four months ago. They're my favorites from everything I've gotten done."

At the mention of other piercings, his eyes flitted towards your ears, which were decked in rows of metal. On your right side, you even had an arrow going from the upper part of the shell onto another. Curiously, he chanced a look at your arms, which were covered in ink.

"Sorry, got too excited there. I didn't want to disrupt your workout," you shifted awkwardly, taking Bobby's silence as indifference. Bobby snapped out of his train of thought, holding his hand up and waving it around dismissively.

"No, you aren't a disturbance at all! I was just thinking about how much you remind me of my brother."

You inwardly sighed in relief. He was just as sweet as you thought he would be before you approached him. Out of the three other people in the gym, you went up to him because you had spotted his yellow little sports flask. "Oh thank God, I didn't want to be in your way or anything."

"Actually—" he paused, quickly mulling it over twice before he asked you. You had just met, but there was so much about you that was automatically so endearing to him. It might have been his bubbliness at 6 am, or the fact that he was a big guy with Spongebob merchandise. "Do you need a spotter or something? I don't really have much to do for my routine today. I'm mainly working on legs."

"That's perfect! I'm working on legs today, too. Maybe a bit of cardio later, I haven't really made up my mind. Are you sure it won't be a bother?"

"Yeah, it'll be fun!"

And with that, you had stuck to each other like glue. He went from being a stranger to a familiar face you always looked for once you stepped into the building. The time you spent at the gym nearly doubled because of how many times you've lost track of your rest times in between sets. Bobby was fun to talk to, displaying child-like excitement for almost anything and everything.

That was over four months ago.

Presently, you and Bobby were doing your cool-downs in front of the mirror. Real breakfast usually came post-workout, spent at the diner a five-minute walk away. It was tradition for you to go and eat together, so much so that the kind waitress already memorized your orders.

"We have this family thing coming up on Friday. It's a barbecue around lunch, and it would be cool if you'd go." Bobby groaned when he cracked his neck just right.

"You sure I wouldn't be intruding?" You took a sip out of your water bottle, looking on in disapproval as he carelessly smeared sweat all over himself with a hand towel. You whistled at him, gesturing for him to turn around. He followed you, letting you wipe his nape with the towel. "Don't smear your sweat. You need to dab at it."

"Yeah, of course not. They basically already know you by now. Just need to put a face on the name." He turned around to give you two thumbs up—extra reassurance. He added just under his breath, "And I really want you to meet Erik."

You chuckled, slinging your gym bag over your shoulder. Throughout all your workout sessions, he’d been casually name-dropping his mysterious older brother who was “just so much like you” and who you’d “totally get along with.” Truth be told, you’ve been waiting to meet him, too. Like bread crumbs, Bobby laid out a trail for you to piece together who exactly Erik Campbell was. Tatted, pierced up, an artist, an awful fighter, a video game addict, a one-time-winner of a radio station raffle, and an all-time-loser of every arm wrestling game ever—those were just some descriptions he left out for you.

"You know, you've been hyping your brother up for a while now." You brought him up once again as you were walking to the diner. “He better be as cool as you say he is.”

Bobby snorted. “I didn’t say he was cool. I’m just saying that you look like gender-bent versions of each other.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” You grinned at him, waiting for your words to sink in. Bobby’s eyes widened, crinkling in child-like glee. 

“So I’ll see you this Friday?”

“As long as you make those killer cocktails.”

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When Bobby first told them that he had made a new friend at the gym, Julia and Erik immediately thought that there was a high chance that you would end up together. Bobby always arrived with a certain glow to him after gym sessions with you. He talked about you with the giddiness of a first-grader discovering chocolate milk. Being the youngest meant being the one subjected to the most teasing when it came to anything romantic, but they couldn’t have been anymore wrong about the nature of your relationship.

It was the night before the barbecue when he finally put all speculations to rest.

Erik had asked him about you for the nth time, wondering aloud when Bobby would "bring his mystery gym rat girl" and introduce you to them. Bobby simply calmly chewed his pasta, then set his fork down.

"She's more of your type, actually," he trailed off, punctuating the thought with another forkful of pesto.

Julia breathed a laugh, looking back and forth between her brothers. Erik stilled, glass of water halfway tilted to his lips. He set it down, leaning closer to Bobby. "And that means?"

"Maybe it means you like women who could bend you in half," Julia cut in, earning a pointed "Young lady" from their mother.

Bobby attempted to cover his laugh with a cough, resulting in him choking on his food. Erik rolled his eyes as Bobby thumped his chest, patiently waiting until the coughing fit was over. Julia nestled her chin on her palm, invested in the new information as well.

"Yeah, what do you mean by Erik's type?"

"You'll see," Bobby smirked at them both, resisting the urge to spill any further details. “She’s coming by tomorrow.”

“That’s great! Your mother and I have been wanting to meet your friend as well,” Howard said. He considered for a few moments, before adding a quieter, “She is just your friend, no?”

“Oh my god, yes, Dad, she’s just my friend,” Bobby groaned, letting out an exasperated laugh. Howard held his hands up in surrender, muttering a quick apology.

Dinner wrapped up not soon after. As they were clearing the table, Bobby slinked over to Julia, who was concentrating on not dropping their plates.

“I bet you ten bucks Erik’s gonna ask her out by evening.”

“Who—your girlfriend?”

“Julia,” he hissed, before looking behind them. Erik was obliviously chatting with his dad in the living room, making no indication that he heard their conversation. “She’s like an Erik clone, except she can run faster. Like, like someone looked into our house, saw Erik, and made him in a different font style. It’s insane!”

Julia faced Bobby, folding her arms as she thought. She took in how Bobby’s eyebrows were slightly crumpled, lips in a hard line—the usual tells whenever he was defending something he firmly stood by. Even now, at the last of his teenage years, she still saw him as a kid. “Okay, geez, I believe you. I say ten bucks by afternoon.”

They nodded at each other conspirationally. Over in the living room, Erik wasn’t even the slightest bit aware of what was to come, still not buying into Bobby’s claim. However, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t pique his interest.

“She’s more of your type.”

“She better be as cool as he made her out to be,” Erik thought to himself.

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“The grill’s finally on!” Erik gave the grill one last playful smack, a tinny “clang” coming from the metal of his spatula. “Dad, I told you we needed a new one.”

“I’ll get a new one if your sister finally beats me at Jenga without cheating,” Howard chuckled, earning a groan from Julia. Joining them were Marty and Stephanie—the latter miraculously back from college over her break. Erik had a small smile as he saw Julia and Stephanie talking, relieved that they seemed to be rekindling their friendship.

The springs of the trampoline brought his attention over to Bobby and Charlie, who were playfighting recklessly as they bounced. Watching them from the chair swing were Brenda and Darlene. He wasn’t exactly sure what to feel about his estranged aunt reconnecting with the family. Charlie has told him how much he missed her on multiple occasions, but Stephanie seemed the full opposite. She has yet to utter more than a single word to or about her mother.

With the squeak of the back-gate opening, everyone’s heads turned to the new arrival. Bobby beamed, his smile impossibly wide as he hopped off the trampoline. He shouted your name, waving animatedly at you, as if it would be possible to miss him. Julia gawked at you. Bobby really wasn't kidding about Erik's type.

The sight of you sucked the air out of Erik’s lungs. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, mouth suddenly dry. He took in your body art first, ink swimming on soft skin, flowing on your toned arms. Even though you were a distance away from him, he could see the glint of your snakebites in the sunlight. Where he had only two lobe piercings on either side, your jewelry was far more maximalist, rows of studs, rings, and tiny chains decking your ear. He let his eyes blatantly wander, barely registering the hiss of meat sizzling on the grill.

As Brenda and Howard came over to greet you, Charlie’s voice rang through the yard. “I think something’s burning.”

Erik sniffed, head whipping back to the burgers. Smoke rose up the grill, alarmingly getting thicker. He clumsily poked at the burnt burgers, trying to salvage them by getting them off the grill. “Shit, shit!”

You watched the man you presumed to be Erik try to salvage the food. You chuckled, partly because of what was happening, but also because of how right Bobby had been. His septum piercing was a thicker gauge than usual, meaning this guy may or may not be a hardcore masochist. Tiny tattoos littered his arms, looking like their placements had been done on the spur of the moment. Impulsive too, maybe.

“I’m so sorry, he’s usually not like this,” Bobby whispered to you, feeling a tinge of secondhand embarrassment.

“No worries, I like it when they’re a bit of a dork.” You whispered back before sharing pleasantries with his mom and dad. Bobby introduced you to them, and they were more than happy to finally meet their youngest’s gym buddy. Bobby kindy took the box you had brought, lifting the lid slightly to check what was inside. You perked up, “Oh yeah, I brought some apple pie! No nuts, just apple and cinnamon.”

Howard delightedly thanked you, sharing news of the dessert with the rest of the family. He ushered you to the Jenga stack, where Julia and Stephanie immediately included you in their conversation. When you turned to talk to Stephanie, Julia sent over a knowing look to Bobby, arching her eyebrow as if saying, “Huh, you really weren’t joking.”

Bobby raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement. A silent “Told you so.” He took his place behind the wooden bar, making good on his promise to you. That bartending summer workshop proved to be useful as he expertly mixed drinks as if it were the only thing he knew how to do.  In his concentration, he jolted when he turned around and saw you next to him.

“Jesus, you almost made me drop the glass.”

“That’s Erik, huh?” You nodded towards the older guy. Erik had regained control of the grill, getting into his own little zone of flipping burgers and toasting buns—though you’ve caught him staring at you a couple of times.

Bobby nodded enthusiastically, offering you a freshly-made Hice Pale Ale-lemonade mix. “Told you you had the same vibes. Now go drink this and talk to him.”

“Talk about what exactly?” You accepted his offer, gingerly taking a sip. Damn, Bobby wasn’t lying about how good it was. “Just because we look the same doesn’t mean we’d get along.”

“I know the both of you enough to know that you’d get along,” Bobby groaned. “Now please, get over there and blow his mind or something.”

“I know another thing I could blow,” you smirked, muttering under your breath. Bobby theatrically gagged, shivering as you walked away.

“I’m starting to regret this!” He lightheartedly called after you. When you stood nearby Erik, it was Julia’s turn to sidle up to Bobby. Wordlessly, he showed her his watch, tapping the glass as it read “1:30.” Julia rolled her eyes.

“I have plenty of time.” The siblings watched as you and Erik started talking. They didn’t miss the way Erik’s lips lazily quirked up, how he gestured more as he talked—textbook signs that he was nervous.

“Ten bucks,” he reminded her as they contentedly sipped their drinks. They both smiled as Erik laughed, genuine boyishness showing through instead of the usual snark.

When Erik saw you approaching, he had to mentally prepare himself. You looked like an alternative angel in your sleeveless, black turtleneck. The soft fabric hugged your waist, cinched in by a sleek black belt. It was chic—simple, yet unbelievably hot. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get hard, he repeated to himself.

“Hey,” he greeted you cooly with a lopsided smile. “So you’re the gym buddy?”

“And you’re the older brother.”

“Bobby’s been talking about me too, huh?” He rubbed his neck shyly. You saw the way his eyes lingered over your arms, the same way yours were taking in his. You pretended not to notice how you ogled each other until Erik was the first one to break. “I like your tattoos.”

“I like yours, especially your centipede. It looks fucking gnarly.”

“If you wanna talk about gnarly, your snake bites,” he whistled lowly. “Pretty good piercer you got there.”

“God, I got these forever ago. Delayed my braces because I had them done on a random Tuesday. My mom freaked out when she saw.” You both chuckled at the memory. It hit a little too close to home for Erik, who also had shit timing and spontaneous body mods. 

In an instant, you clicked. Unsurprisingly, you had a lot in common. From your music taste to your preferred jewelry brand, you were incredibly in sync. Bobby wasn’t exaggerating how alike you would be. Sure, there were differing opinions in movies—mainly because Erik hated found footage films—but even then, it was fun banter for the two of you.

“Holy shit, an unironic Grave Encounters 2 fan in the flesh,” he put his hand over his chest, gasping dramatically. You laughed, hitting his arm lightly. He tried not to blush too hard. You literally just met, and on top of that, you were Bobby’s friend—in his mind, that made you off limits.

“You’re an actual snob. Grave Encounters 2 was so much fun and Alex—God! Call him my teenage dream,” you swooned, earning an eye roll from him. It felt like talking to a long-time friend, like he was lost familiarity to you.

Eventually, Erik finished cooking all the food. Not once did you leave his side, the two of you losing track of time as you chattered on. He was still fishing for buns in the empty plastic by the time he realized he was all out. He clicked his tongs twice before setting them down.

The entire time, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at his arms. His tattoo placements were so chaotic, yet they were all perfectly him. Your eyes trailed the inked insect wound around his lower bicep. “You into bugs?”

“You talking about Spencer?”

“Spencer?”

He pointed to his centipede tattoo. “He has a name, you know.”

You laughed, making a show of leaning closer to his arm, peering at the tattoo. It was as if you were talking to a child. “Hello, Spencer! Would you happen to know if your daddy’s into bugs?”

Erik’s face flushed. His breath already hitched when you moved closer to him. But then, you called him that. Daddy? He wasn’t even into that thing—reminded him too much of his own dad and it made him shrivel up. However, it came from you. And you said it so nonchalantly, not even thinking about the impact of your words. His dick twitched in his jeans, and it took everything in himself to try to prevent it from fully erecting. 

Think of unsexy things. Furbies. Moldy bread. His boss.

He cleared his throat, commanding steadiness in his voice. “I like them more than most. I used to catch beetles and ladybugs in our yard when I was a kid. It carried over to high school, I guess, and I had this phase where I was enamored by centipedes and millipedes. I don’t know, I just thought that they were so cool and terrifying. Beautiful in an ugly way, almost.”

You nodded in understanding. He was surprised he wasn’t met with the usual comments of shock or disgust at the insects. It drew him further into you, a magnetic-like attraction. Sure, he liked to talk a lot, especially with clients during a session—regardless of whether or not they’re responsive. But this felt more genuine, like he was letting you peek into a crack in his armor

“My mom tried cleaning my room one day—she failed by the way—and saw my old insect drawings. I saw the sketch for this one, refined it a little, then boom. Spencer was born.”

“You drew this yourself?” Your eyes widened in amazement. You brought your hand up, letting it hand halfway to his arm. “May I?”

“Knock yourself out. He won’t bite.” He didn’t think twice before boldly adding on, “His daddy can, though.”

You giggled, feeling your cheeks heat up. Gently, your finger traced over his tattoo, swiping over the skin here and there to take in all the details. The shading was solid, hugged by neat line art. Genuinely, it was such a good tattoo. Its beauty was only amplified by the one wearing it.

All the while, Erik was having an internal crisis. He should not have said that. He didn’t know what he wanted yet. He did know that he wanted to be close to you, but in what way exactly? If, down the road, you became a couple and you broke up, Bobby might end up losing you, too. Plus, he didn’t even know if Bobby would be okay with it. Shit, is Bobby okay with what’s happening now?

His eyes scanned the yard, searching for Bobby. He spotted him next to Julia, standing by the side of the trampoline as Charlie bounced around on it. The pair had their eyes on you, sipping from iced drinks, topped off with the small cocktail umbrellas Bobby loved so much. Julia seemed to anxiously glance at her watch. When he achieved eye contact with them, they swiftly brought their free hands up, giving him a thumbs-up.

Well, the signal couldn’t be clearer then.

“Thank you for letting me pet him,” you straightened up, looking innocently at him. A cruel smirk played on your lips. “Didn’t expect him to be quite big and long.”

“Packs quite a punch, just gotta give him a chance.”

“Hmm, a chance at what?”

“I—”

“Erik!” Bobby came barreling towards him, giving a thump on his back that almost sent his older brother flying. Behind him, Julia was yelling, “You cheater! No interventions allowed!”

Okay? Whatever that meant, you thought as you stepped aside, letting the brothers have their moment. Bobby smiled apologetically at you, while Erik looked more than ready to bite his head off. ��Sorry, I remembered something I had to ask Erik over here.”

Bobby threw a not-so-discreet look at his watch. 3:48.

He wrapped an arm around Erik’s shoulder, steering him into the house. Erik was basically dragged along, looking back to mouth “sorry” to you. Before you could even comprehend what just happened, Julia was beside you, linking your arm around hers. “I’m so sorry about that. Bobby can be a real dingus sometimes. How have you been getting on with Erik?”

Inside the house, Erik shook Bobby’s grip off him. He faced his brother, gaze sharp and deadly. “I want you to know that you ruined a very good thing.”

“Holy shit, you totally like her,” Bobby whisper-shouted. He balled his fists up in excitement. “I fucking told you she’s your type.”

“Yeah, yeah, well, how was I supposed to know?” Erik waved him off defensively.

Bobby took in his flushed cheeks, his tense shoulders, and his uneven breathing. He grinned, crossing his arms. “You’re fucking head over heels, aren’t you? Shit, I didn’t expect you to fall for her that much.”

“I’m not! It’s just a crush at most, so what?” Erik mirrored Bobby’s stance, taking a step back. He shrank away from the younger boy, as if he maintained the distance, he could avoid discussing his feelings. “How do you know I don’t see her just as a friend?”

“Are you planning to ask her out?” Bobby ignored his last question. Erik sputtered, looking anywhere but at his eyes.

“What, I—what?!”

“Can you do it after 6 pm?”

“Hey!” Julia slid the glass door open with a loud swish. Erik glanced behind her, seeing how you were now under Stephanie and Charlie’s care, the three of you making use of the trampoline. You turned as you jumped, meeting his eyes through the doorway. Almost immediately, he smiled at you, bringing a hand up in “hello.”

“Holy shit, you’re totally into her, “ Julia quipped, surprised by Erik’s love-struck expression.

“That’s what I said!” Bobby exclaimed, bringing out his arms.

“You!” Julia turned to Bobby, jabbing a finger at his chest. “You are a cheating weasel. You ruined a perfectly good thing!”

“That’s what I said,” Erik murmured in the background, eyes still trained on you. You looked so pretty when you laughed, hair forming a halo around you as you reached the peak of your jump, falling down in waterfalls when you came closer to the ground.

“Erik, if you’re gonna ask her out, do it now. No better time than the present!” Julia patted his shoulders, taking his right arm to pull him out.

“Woah, no!” Bobby grasped his left arm, stopping Julia in her tracks. “Do it later at night. It’s gonna be more romantic that way.”

The two younger siblings bickered, pulling Erik back and forth like a rag doll. Erik blinked twice, snapping out of his trance as he took in his surroundings. He wriggled free of their hold, bringing his hands up. “What the fuck are you two on? I don’t know what you’re planning, but can you do me a kindness and please fuck all the way off? I’m not gonna ask her out.”

After a moment of stunned silence, Bobby and Julia chorused, “What the fuck do you mean you aren’t asking her out?”

Erik shrugged, rubbing his nape. “I don’t know. Now that you’re both on my ass about it, I feel like it’s too soon. I just want to take it slow for now.”

“What the hell?” Julia’s brows furrowed. Bobby’s mouth opened and closed like a dying fish. “Take it slow? As if you took all your Tinder hook-ups slow?”

“Those were hook-ups. This is different.” He stood in front of a small hanging mirror, tousling his hair a little to get it back to its “messy-chic” style. “Now if you fuckers don’t mind, I’m gonna go out there and play Jenga with my girl.”

“Technically, she’s not your girl yet. If anything, she’s my girl. You know, since she’s my best friend,” Bobby muttered, shutting up when Erik glared at him. Quickly, though, he realized something. Bobby smiled to himself, Julia still not catching on to what he had planned.

“Yeah, she’s my girl,” Bobby repeated slightly louder, a hint of shakiness to his voice. “In fact, since you’re taking too long, I might just go and ask her out myself.”

Erik steeled himself, surprised that Bobby’s comments affected him deeper than he expected. There was a certain possessiveness he felt for you, only hours after meeting you. He was more of a free will person rather than a fate one, but it felt like destiny brought you together—like everything fell into place when he laid his eyes on you. And as much as he loved Bobby, he knew that his brother couldn’t handle all that. You were made for Erik—his living, breathing, dream girl. Even though he sensed that Bobby was joking, he couldn’t help but feel even just a tiny bit pissed.

“Fuck you,” he pointed to Bobby. “And fuck you too,” he turned to Julia.

“What did I do?!” Julia yelled, exasperated. “I was supporting you!”

Before she could further defend herself, Erik was out the door, making his way back to you. His spirit was filled with renewed determination and the slightest tinge of jealousy. Bobby watched proudly, slipping out the door, Julia following behind him. “Do you think he’s gonna do it?”

Bobby snorted, “I hope so. Let’s pray he doesn’t chicken out.”

“That was a good pep talk,” Julia hi-fived him as they went back to observing you.

You hopped off the trampoline as Erik went over to you. You winked at him, cheekily smiling. “Hey there, daddy.”

His eyes widened momentarily before remembering the reason for the pet name. He rolled his eyes, pointing to Spencer. “My kid wanted to say hi again.”

You chuckled at your inside joke. Your phone buzzed, tearing your attention away from him. Erik noticed the way your lips twitched into a grimace, the slight crease appearing between your eyebrows.

“You okay?”

“Sorry, I might have to go. Just got an errand from my mom,” you waved your phone at him. Subconsciously, he pouted, something he looked adorable doing. “It was nice finally meeting you, though.”

“Thanks, people usually tip me after.” His eyes crinkled as you laughed. “I enjoyed meeting you too.”

Erik tagged along with you as you said your goodbyes to his family. Any outsider looking in could’ve thought that you’ve been together for years by now. Brenda pulled you in for a surprising, yet not unwelcome, hug. That, alongside an open invitation for you to come around more, made your heart soar. Bobby walked towards you as you neared the back gate.

“Thanks for having me over, big guy,” you said as he enveloped you in a bear hug.

“I’ll see you on Monday? Big day for arms!” He waved at you before turning to Erik.

“I’ll walk her to her car,” Erik tightly smiled at him. He opened the door for you, letting you walk a few steps ahead of him. When he was sure you were out of earshot, he leaned closer to Bobby, patting his shoulder. “Thanks for bringing her over.”

“Better buy me good takeout later,” Bobby muttered, watching his brother run after you like a dog off-leash.

The walk to your car was comfortably silent. Erik moved to the driver’s side to open the door for you, embarrassed when he realized that you hadn’t unlocked it yet. He ended up tugging uselessly on the door, shuffling instead to lean on your car coolly. “Fun fact about cars, they’re very secure.”

“Yeah, would be pretty bad if anyone could just come up to your car and unlock it, huh?” you chuckled together. Neither of you wanted you to leave yet, and you stood there awkwardly, just looking at each other. Finally, Erik broke the silence.

“So… was I everything Bobby raved about? Wouldn’t want to be false advertising.”

You hummed, pretending to think hard. “Wardrobe was on point. Humor was more sarcastic than I thought it would be—not that it’s a bad thing. Overall, better than I imagined.”

Erik’s heart beat hard against his chest. You pressed a button on your keys, letting him actually open the door for you now. When you got settled in, you rolled the window down, peering at him through your lashes. He leaned in, resting an arm on the top of your car. “I might have another look, though. Just to make sure the description was… consistent.”

“Ah, quality control,” Erik nodded, eyes narrowing as he considered your words. “I respect your dedication. When can I schedule an appointment for a second viewing?”

“You into carnivals?” You asked as you stuck your hand out, wordlessly asking for his phone. Erik dug into his back pocket, giving it to you. “There’s one rolling into town by the end of the month. Really good test of other factors… like stamina, courage, and your fun bone.”

After adding your number to his contacts, you brought the phone back to him. He smirked at you. “I have a fun bone right here.”

You sputtered, nervously glancing towards his belt buckle. He caught your gaze, tutting at you. “Oh no, princess, I meant right here.” He tapped a small skull tattoo hidden on the side of his bicep.

You rolled your eyes, tilting your head to smile at him. You looked at his lips. His scent was so prominent, now that it was just the two of you in close proximity. Smoke and menthol. Your eyes flickered to his arm. “It was nice meeting you, Spencer.”

Your gaze slowly went back to him, bright baby blues that reminded you of sparkling water. “It was nice meeting you too, daddy.”

Entranced, Erik stepped aside, watching mutely as you pulled into the road and disappeared into a dot on the horizon. He knew that this wouldn’t be the last time he’d be seeing you. He also had an inkling that somewhere, in their backyard, one of his siblings had won a stupid bet. He shook his head, a smile never leaving his face as he made his way back.

[the-secret-formulaone]

Oh, baby Pt. 2

prompt: finally pregnant and well on your second trimester you take a job for f1 so you can continue being on the road with max. the secret continues being well kept, or is it?

pairing: max verstappen x driver!reader

word count: 10.8k

warnings: 18+, smut, cursing, p in v sex, riding, hand job, making out, mentions of masturbation, grinding, mentions of pregnancy loss, suggestive language

a/n: hello again! let me start off by apologizing 'cause this took ridiculously long. all i'm missing is the culmination to this fic which i might finish soon since i'm inspired. quite honestly max's look after the british grand prix with the messy hair is to blame for the inspiration. i do hope this is to your liking, i've added a couple more social media posts than the first part. i never expected this fic to have gathered such a good reaction so thank you! it is quite fluffy and a bit spicy and lovey dovey, please sit back and enjoy, id love to hear your thoughts at the end thank you <3

part one

Monaco | February 2025

Max returning home from training made you stir in your sleep. You hear the bedroom door opening, Max’s shuffling steps, and the shower running. Your eyes remain closed, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and the domesticity of it all.

Considering you and Max’s professions, your life is far from domestic. It’s spent traveling around the world for most of the year, except for Winter and Summer break. Even then, you and Max take little escapades to relax and enjoy your free time.

Now, temporarily retired from racing, you’ve been skipping the hard training that comes with it. You go to the gym a couple of times a week to stay in shape, but nothing compares to the intense training Max and the others go through. You’d say you miss it, but it would be a lie.

The edge of the bed dips as Max sits. He softly touches your cheek with the back of his hand to get you to open your eyes. He figured you’d be awake.

“Morning, my love,” you quietly say, opening your eyes, letting them adjust to the soft light filtering through the blinds.

The sight that greets you is one straight out of your dreams. Max sits on the bed with only a towel around his waist. The tip of his hair is slightly curled with beads of water threatening to fall on his skin.

Max smiles, rubbing your arm soothingly. He likes to touch you in any way he can. It helps him feel close to you. “Good morning, schatje,” he says, his hand touching your tummy. “Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?”

You sit up, brushing your hair back and stretching your tight muscles. “Pretty good, but the bed got cold,” you pout, referring to him waking up early to train. You instantly missed his lazy arm around your waist and the warmth on your back.

“I’m sorry, but some of us still have to train. Especially, with the season around the corner,” he points out, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

It’s impossible to tire of the man sitting next to you, especially in his state of undress. You’ll admit the hormones are playing a big part in the indecent thoughts running through your head.

“It’s okay as long as you make it up to me,” you say coyly, trailing your fingers up and down Max’s arm. You press a kiss on his shoulder as your fingers inch towards the edge of the towel.

He finds you staring at him with wide, ‘innocent’ eyes. The corners of your lips lightly lift against his skin as you try to contain yourself.

Ultimately, you fail.

Max releases a laugh of disbelief, shaking his head as he leans back to allow you further access. You undo the towel skillfully with eager fingers grasping at his length. He stifles a groan.

All he had to do was let you touch him; you weren’t asking for much. You got off in giving him all the attention in return for watching him become undone. A sliver of control is what you ask for. Eventually, he’ll take what’s his, but for this moment, he lets you thrive as you watch him clench his eyes closed and bite his lip.

You kiss his neck, hearing his throaty groan when you stroke him, his cock thickening in your grasp. It grows warm as the seconds pass, throbbing with need.

He moans your name, reaching for your face to kiss you. Max finds you, dipping his head to allow his tongue to slide into your warm mouth.

The break kisses when pleasured, breathy moans fall from his lips. You lean against him as your hand strokes his length. There’s a bead of precum forming on his tip, which you gladly swipe with your thumb and lick it off.

“You fucking tease,” he hisses, watching you smile wickedly.

“I don’t have to be,” you purr, pulling him further into the bed until his back rests against the headboard.

Max reaches for you, pulling at the old t-shirt you slept in. You wear nothing underneath, preferring to sleep without underwear for the comfort it provides.

It took a while for Max to wrap his head around that. It was hard sleeping next to you at the beginning, knowing it would be so easy to touch you. There were many times he could not control himself. Not that you minded.

“How is not wearing underwear to bed not being a tease?” He replies smartly. A calloused hand comes down from your neck to your chest, where it squeezes one of your sensitive breasts.

Max recalls all the times your sleeping arrangements have resulted in morning sex. Too many to count.

“That’s a you problem, Maxie. It’s purely for comfort,” you pant, straddling him and dipping your head to press your lips against his. “Makes this easier, too.” You align his tip against your slick entrance, sinking along his cock in one smooth motion.

You moan out his name, feeling his thick cock parting your walls and filling you up. The familiar sensation of being filled, overtaking your senses, and clouding your mind.

There’s a blissful smile across your face as you bounce on him, forgetting about the world around you. There’s only Max and his fiery touch.

Max only lets you enjoy yourself for a minute before he wraps his arms around your body like a vice, forcing you down and still— flush against him.

“Maxie, please,” you plead, trying to lift yourself to slam back down, but he’s like an anchor. Unmoving. Unyielding.

“Let me enjoy this,” he says, looking into your eyes, “You’re so fucking tight.”

Your walls clamp around him as a result of the way he’s speaking and taking charge. He kisses your jaw, trailing down till he feels your pulse point, thrumming against his lips.

Your body begs to go fast, to chase release, but for once in his life, Max decides to take it slow, savoring the moment before he’s swept away by responsibilities.

Max has memorized the feel of your arms around his shoulders, holding on tightly onto him a thousand times over. As well as the way your soft thighs encase his hips, or how your nails scrape his scalp as you pull on his hair. Yet, every moment he’s with you, he takes the time to memorize it once more to catch the little details like the smell of your new shampoo or the way the thin chain of your necklace feels on his wandering lips.

The necklace he gave you for your second anniversary. Wearing his initials around your neck would be difficult if the relationship were to remain a secret. So instead, he got you a dainty golden necklace with a small pendant with a sapphire—Max’s birthstone. In the back of the stone, where a layer of gold encased the stone, were his initials.

You haven’t taken it off since he gave it to you. The feel of the chain on his lips or his fingertips has become familiar and welcoming.

As Max plays with the chain, following it with his lips until he reaches the hollow of your throat, you grind on his lap, back and forth with the slight movement he allows. Your clit rubs against him, causing the skin between the two of you to become wet and slick.

“You’re so impatient,” Max scoffs, hands gripping your hips, guiding you up and down his cock in a slow and deep rhythm. He makes sure you don’t rush, causing shivers to go down your spine as you try to contain yourself.

You bite your lip and your fingers tangle in his damp hair as you tilt his face up to kiss him, desperate to release some of the pent-up sensations.

“Just like that. You’re doing so good,” Max says against your lips, increasing the pace. A hand squeezing your ass and landing a playful spank.

“And you say I’m the tease,” you whine.

“Two can play at that game,” he says in your ear, biting at your earlobe.

“Maxie,” you moan, nearing your orgasm. Knowing you well, Max pushes deeper and harder into you, reaching all the delicious spots inside of you and driving you to cum around him.

Your teeth nibble at his lip, biting down on it right before you cum. You share with Max soft moans and whimpers, your forehead bumping against his. It’s typical of you to go quieter when you cum, and he adores it as he’s the only one that gets to hear you that way.

Max follows right after you. The sensation of your pussy fluttering around him is addictive and intoxicating. It’s what got her pregnant in the first place.

There’s a stillness in the air as you compose yourselves. Your thighs shake and your tummy’s tight as you ride out your orgasm. Max’s forehead is against yours as you breathe the same air. Almost as if the other was the life source required to live.

You cup his jaw, feeling the stubble on your palms. It’s comforting both for you and Max. You kiss his cheeks tenderly. Max’s palms are planted on your skin, rubbing up and down your clammy back.

“Are you okay?” He finds himself asking. The ‘you’ in question includes you and the baby. Despite having an all-clear from the doctors, he can’t help but worry.

“Never better,” you reassure him. “I’m okay. We’re okay.”

His worry is both unreasonable and reasonable at the same time, but you can’t blame him. So much has happened that he’s used to expecting the unexpected. It’s hard to shake it off.

Melbourne, Australia | March 2025

Max's head is pressed against your shoulder as he sleeps. His soft breaths fanning your skin, it's a comfort you don't take for granted.

The clock on the nightstand tells you it's only ten minutes until you definitely have to get up. Extending your hand to turn off the alarm before it goes off, you decide to wake up Max in a gentler way. Your hand scratches at the light scruff of his beard, easing him awake from his deep sleep.

His circadian rhythm has been thrown for a loop. He got used to a new routine while being on break. You and Max spent it in Monaco, preparing for the arrival of your baby.

Now, in Australia for the first Grand Prix of the season, he's found himself in a deep sleep cycle when he's supposed to be almost awake.

Max sighs against your skin, the arm thrown around you holding you tighter as he stirs.

"It's time, Maxie," you quietly say into the dark room, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing. It's the first day of the new season, FP1 starts today in Melbourne, Australia.

Max groans, kissing your naked skin, nuzzling his nose into it, trying to shake the heaviness weighing his body.

"Morning, schatje."

He complains as you sit up, holding the sheets to you. He has no other choice but to follow your lead and sit up as well, rubbing his eyes.

"Are you ready for today?" Max questions you, his voice rough and deep.

While you clearly won't be racing, you've taken a job with F1 as an interviewer and occasional commentator. Staying at home alone while Max travels makes you nervous. You didn't want to stay at home doing nothing and waiting for things to happen. You needed an outlet.

It was the most reasonable and least suspicious option to take this job, so you could be with Max and distract yourself from the impending doom that keeps you up at night sometimes.

"I am so excited," you nod, stealing a kiss to his cheek before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. "And if you are too, you can join me in the shower."

Max takes a look at your naked, retreating body. All soft, smooth curves, including the baby bump that makes itself apparent with each passing day. There's no question, he follows you into the bathroom where the shower is running with warm water.

The paddock feels like home. It's uncanny to be here without the day-to-day stress of racing.

You and Max arrive in separate cars to avoid arousing any suspicion. There's paparazzi and reporters everywhere, taking pictures of the racers' outfits and asking questions.

You answer a couple of questions, pleasing them before further walking into the paddock and away from them. Max waits for you in the Red Bull Hospitality, wanting to tell you something before you're off doing who knows what.

"Be careful, please. If you get tired, you can come back here and rest. If your feet hurt, get them to get you a chair and remember to eat."

"I know, Maxie. Don't worry, we've been over this so many times," you say, rolling your eyes playfully.

He shoots you a pointed look before grabbing your waist and pulling you to him. "Promise me." Max points at you.

You nod and smile, "I promise I'll take care of myself and the baby. Now you promise you'll be careful out there."

"I promise," he agrees, dipping his head to steal a kiss.

And so, your work begins. They set you up in one of the tents outside where the drivers linger before FP1. Seeing as it's the first race of the season, all you gotta do is make small talk and ask them about their goals this year.

Interviewing is easy when you've been on the other side. It helps you ask better questions, as you know what to look for and ask, having been a racer yourself.

"Hi Carlos, it's nice to see you!" You say into the mic as Carlos Sainz stands next to you.

"Hey, congratulations," he says, referring to the baby bump that's starting to show.

"Why, thank you! Congratulations to you, too. I was thrilled when I heard the news that you would be taking my seat this year. I couldn't have thought of anyone better."

"Ah, thank you," Carlos smiles as a blush overtakes his cheeks, "It's an honor that they thought about me and they think I'll do a good enough job to take over while you're away."

"You'll be fantastic. How does the car feel this year? I know they made tons of changes," you continue in the interview.

The drivers come and go from your station as they switch with other interviewers and promo they have to film. Some interviews are shorter than others, and there are some that you know the fans will love. Max is one of the last to come through, taking the mic from Lando, with whom you had been giggling incessantly.

"Hello Max, Four Time World Champion, how was your winter break?"

"Wow, you brought out the whole title," Max gives a breathy laugh, raising his eyebrows at you.

"Now that I'm not competing, I can say it without problem," you cheekily respond, looking down at your cue cards before continuing with the interview. "So, how are you? Did you have any fun during break?"

Going back into work mode, Max holds the microphone nodding along, "Yeah, I'm doing good, had a calm Winter Break to recharge. Looking forward to the start of the season, the team has worked hard to make the appropriate adjustments to the car."

"Towards the end of last season, the McLarens showed that they are becoming more competitive and are in the run to take both championships home. Do you think Red Bull is prepared?"

"Nothing can be predicted in this sport. I have faith that my team will work their hardest so we can take the championship home."

"Wise words, Max," you smile, having finished with the questions written for you. They are stupid half of the time, but it's your job now to be the annoying reporter. "Anything else you'd like to say?"

"Um, well, just that I'm bummed you're not racing. You're always fun to race against." Max smiles at you cheekily.

"Aw, Max." Placing your hand on your chest, you act touched, "I'll be back eventually, so you can hand me that trophy properly."

Max rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to bite back when Charles claps his back and holds his shoulders, "Max, stop hogging her." He takes the mic from him so he can be interviewed, "It's my turn."

f1 posted a youtube video: The Princess interviews the Grid

thumbnail 📸: Cut out of you laughing with a mic in hand with a cutout of a blocked out driver.

user1: did i plan on watching this season without her? no. am i watching now that i know she’s doing all this? absolutely ✅

user2: look at the baby bump omg! i’m so happy for her, she’s glowing

-> user15: her husband got her good, that’s definitely a baby🤰

user3: can we acknowledge lewis looking after her and asking for a chair so she could sit 😮‍💨 sexy man right there

-> user4: 💪they might not be on the same team anymore but that bond will never be broken

user4: not charles interrupting her and max and taking over the interview

-> user5: typical charles cutting a cute moment short. he’s so jealous of his work wife talking to his boyfriend 🤭

user6: what about yuki looking shocked at the baby bump. did no one tell him?

-> user7: ikr, does he not use social media or watch the news? it’s everywhere

user8: max was looking at her with hearts in his eyes, he was so gentle when he hugged her

-> user9: stop shipping them together omg. they are not together. she is married. look at that bling. 💍💎

-> user10: leave them alone, if they want to ship let them be. it’s not hurting anybody.

-> user11: neither her nor max have said anything about the shipping if anything they laugh about it.

-> user17: that might as well be his child (wishful thinking)

user12: not max saying that he’s upset she’s not racing 😭😭

-> user13: okay but serious talk, did she lowkey tell him she wants him to win again so she can beat him once she’s back

-> user14: i was thinking the same thing! and she winked at him!

user22: let’s all appreciate how supportive she is of carlos

-> user25: that’s the thing about her she’s always been on carlos side when it comes to ferrari, rumors say she was the one to recommend him when they were picking reserve drivers

user81: not liam acting all shy around her. he's so got a crush on her 😂

-> user15: i swear i saw max glaring at him from afar. i will die on this hill

-> user57: oh come on, it's not like liam was flirting, he was just being a fanboy

->user81: tell max, not me 💀

Shanghai, China | March 2025

"Hello, everybody! We're here in Shanghai for the Chinese Grand Prix, and today I'll be searching for the drivers to play a little game of Never Have I Ever," you say into the camera. Your expression is more than enough to let the viewers know you aren't up to any good.

Typically, Formula One had different people handling various interviews and games with the drivers. By adding you to the mix, they gave you some freedom to participate in interviews, games, and other activities, as the fans love and want to see you interact with the others.

The fact that you know so much about the drivers personally helps them promote the season, as more and more people subscribe and follow their social media.

Today, they decided to try something new and play a game live.

You don't have to go far until you find your old teammate Lewis Hamilton. "Hey Lewis, up for a game of Never Have I Ever?"

Lewis looks like a deer caught in headlights. He looks at you first and then at the recording camera behind you. There's nothing he wants less. He knows you can be ruthless with your games when you put your mind to it. It makes him wonder if one of these days. "Oh, sure."

The cameraman gives you the thumbs up, and you hand Lewis the double-sided paddle. "Ready, Lewis?"

"Not really," he shakes his head with a poor excuse of a smile.

"Never Have I Ever, pressed on the gas instead of the brakes," you say with a glint in your eyes.

"Oh my god, you menace," he sighs, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

As you walk around the paddock, you talk with the viewers and greet all sorts of people visiting for the Grand Prix. You stop for a water break and grab the phone the company provided to read the live comments.

"A lot of people are asking for Max, Charles, and Carlos. I'll try to find them, their hospitality is in the back, so it's probably why we haven't stumbled upon them."

"Do I miss racing? Yes and no. Racing is part of my life, and I absolutely miss it, but I don't miss the intense training."

"Who is your husband? All I can tell you is that he's really hot and sexy." You look at the camera and tuck your hair behind your ear, giving them a mischievous glance before continuing your questions.

"Will you return to Ferrari after maternity leave? Who says I'm coming back to racing so soon?"

"Look behind me?" You turn to look behind you and find Max walking towards you. "Hello Max Verstappen. I'm on live playing Never Have I Ever, care to join us?" You pat the chair next to you, extending your hand so that the microphone is right in front of his face. You mostly did the dramatic entrance to let him know you're filming.

"Yeah, I was watching and felt left out," he says, sitting back with a Red Bull in hand. "Want a snack?"

In Max's hands are your favorite crackers and your current craving. He had no intentions of participating; he just wanted to make sure you were getting a snack. Sneaky.

"Is this bribery so I don't ask you anything embarrassing?" You ask, but grab the crackers to munch on.

"I have nothing to hide," Max leans back cockily, making you raise an eyebrow. This is not the behavior you need right now. The world can't see you hot and bothered.

"Very well," you sniff, handing him the paddle. Starting off tame, you ask him some of the questions you asked the others. Nothing crazy.

Max participates in answering and giving short explanations. Eventually, you're both in a fit of giggles as both recreate the weird sounds Daniel used to make.

"Okay, okay, never have I ever peed while on the car," you ask, raising an eyebrow in question while pursing your lips. You've had some of the others admit to it.

On your lap is the phone where thousands of comments are being submitted. The fans are living for this interaction.

"Only once or twice. It was during practice, and I was on a good run. I wanted to test the tyres myself and see the limits I could take before I had to change them. Getting out of the car meant the tyres would cool, so it was out of the question…" Max shrugs exaggeratedly at the end, implying where the story finishes.

You scrunch up your face in fake disgust, "Ew, that's nasty. I can't believe the gall of some drivers for doing that."

"You've done it too, haven't you?" He asks, holding back his laugh.

"Oh, yeah. Happened once," you say deadpan before both burst out laughing.

"I fucking knew it," Max cackles.

You try speaking through the tears in your eyes, and your stomach hurts from laughing so much. "I really, really had to go. It was during one of my first F1 races, and they told me it was going to be really hot, so I needed to hydrate, so I drank a lot of water."

Max almost dies in laughter, leaning forward, he nearly falls from the chair. "I never expected that from you-"

"I was supposed to take that secret to the grave," you calm down, cleaning your tears and looking to see if you ruined your mascara.

"I'm gonna go now and look for the Ferraris," you sigh, not looking at Max, knowing you'll laugh again. "You're terrible, Max."

The cameraman follows you out of the shade where you were lounging. Out of habit, Max says something you hope the microphone didn't catch. "See you later, schatje."

f1fanedits has posted a new tiktok: The eyes, Chico, they never lie...

description: video of max taken from one of your interviews. you're interviewing alex albon about scoring points and he's in the back staring longingly and absolutely in love. the video is zoomed in as the song margaret by lana del rey ft the bleachers play.

comments:

user67: i swear he didn't let her out of his sight. if she was in direct eyesight he was looking, and if she wasn't he'd actively look for her

-> user56: don't be delusional he was probably just waiting for his turn to interview -> user109: yeah cause he loves her @/user56 🙄😜

user505: fan girls are so fucking annoying. they are ruining the sport 🤬

-> user444: i’d say kindly fuck off but no just piss off! no one’s forcing you to watch 🖕🏼

->user476: i bet this is the type of guy who hates that the princess is an excellent driver

->user3: how are we ruining the sport? by making it more appealing and fun? 💁‍♀️

user456: she caught him staring once and the man BLUSHED and looked away! i promise you he wrote an entry in his diary 🫠 -> user098: charles will also be writing about betrayal user81: her husband better know how to fight 🤺 user1: alex felt max's presence behind him, poor boy forgot they are not in cars and panicked

-> user55: he'll need therapy

-> user876: lily will never stop hearing about this user98: do you think they just stage this sometimes knowing fans will go crazy with edits? 🤔

->user123: other artists? probably, but max? he would never subject himself to publicity stunts like that, especially if she's married to someone else user67: umm, did anyone notice it's been weeks since she's worn her wedding ring?

->user00: are you saying what i think you're saying?

->user67: divorce babe divorce

->user33: i swear i love the princess and only want the best for her but why did that actually make me excited 🤐

->user77: maybe we're not that delusional...

Saudi Arabia | April 2025

His hair is soft between your fingers, but his tongue is even softer. Max slides his tongue against yours, his hips pinning you to the bed as he hikes your leg to wrap around him.

He's grinding down on your center, prompting moans and groans to erupt from your throat. This was meant to be a kiss goodbye, a see you later if you will. Except, you were looking so beautiful sitting in bed, legs tucked under you as you stretched up to ask for a kiss.

Once his lips pressed on yours, he found himself unable to stop. Despite your initial hesitancy because you had to get ready for work, you ended up caving in.

Max is delicious. He tastes good, smells fantastic, his body is toned from hours of hard training, and he is warm and inviting. You are addicted to his very being, to pull away from him would be like undergoing withdrawal.

Neither of you should let this escalate, or else you'll be late to the paddock. Yet you couldn't resist pulling him closer, tugging on his blonde hair, and squeezing his back and arms to feel the firm muscle covering his pale skin.

His touch leaves a blazing fire on your skin as he slides his hand under your shirt, raking up the sides with his nails just enough to earn a reaction.

You whine against his lips and arch your back. Not that it matters, as he continues to chase after another kiss. Wet lips finding your cheeks and neck.

"I could do this forever." His groan is near orgasmic. Max's pace slows, allowing you to breathe and find clarity for a millisecond.

Max is not exaggerating. Making out with you is one of his favorite things ever. He recalls all those moments in hotel rooms and hidden corners in the paddock where he's had you pressed against him, flushed and begging for more, knowing it's not possible.

It's the way you melt into his touch, not necessarily submitting to him but giving Max your all.

"I have to go to work," you breathe heavily, too aware of his sneaky hand nearing your chest or how he presses his hips harder on you. The material of his jeans scratches your bare thighs.

"Quit, I'll provide for us."

You don't have the bandwidth to figure out if he's joking or not because, quite frankly, there's not a drop of humor in his voice.

A giggle erupts from your lips when his fingers tickle your sides. Now that the intensity of your make-out session has lessened, you're more sensitive to tickling. "It's not about providing, it's about boredom."

That certainly caught Max's attention. "So you're bored of me, is that what it is?"

Laughing at his incredulous expression, you grab his face in your hands and kiss all over it. "I'll never be bored of you, my love. We do have to go, you can't provide without a job."

"I can't leave like this, schatje," Max says, taking your hand and guiding it to his cock that strains against the stiff fabric. The tightness of his jeans doesn't help the situation, keeping him on edge.

"You need help?" You ask softly, fiddling with the button of his jeans. Hooking a finger on the band, you tug on it playfully.

Max nods as he is short of air, watching you bite your swollen lip. Your cheeks flushed with arousal, and your hair messy. He loves this view of you, disheveled and under him. He doesn't realize he's mirroring you. Messy hair, swollen lips, flushed complexion.

You lift your head from the bed until your lips brush against his, "Win today's race. Get P1 and I'll help you all night long, Maxie."

With one last chaste kiss, you pull away. You flutter your eyelashes at Max and softly push him away until he drops himself on the bed next to you. "You're the worst."

"I have to get dressed. You have to go, I'm sure they're waiting for you to debrief."

Max groans and sighs, squeezing himself through his jeans to calm his situation. You catch the action and gasp, almost losing your bearings.

He closes his eyes to think about anything else. Not your beautiful face. Not your naked body tangled with his. Not the way your cunt tastes. Not the way you moan his name.

You're a fucking tease. He could rub one out and come quickly while you're in the bathroom. It's tempting, but he's intrigued by your offer. It'll give him an edge on the race. Enough to overtake Oscar in the McLaren.

When you walk out of the bedroom, dressed and ready to go, Max is gone. You sit on the bed to put on your shoes when a notification comes through.

f1_news: Lewis Hamilton signs with Ferrari for the 2026 season.

"What the fuck?" You say out loud as you read through the article.

Ferrari, your supposed team, didn't fucking think to let you know they'd be dropping you next season. Yes, your situation is uncertain, but it doesn't take away from the fact that they didn't tell you. Lewis, your former teammate, who you are close to, didn't tell you.

You don't question Charles' stance within the team; he's the predestined one. Ferrari won't give up that brand.

What about Carlos? He was performing at the same level as Charles, maybe better.

For a moment, you're glad you're not part of the grid. No one can force you to answer questions about this apparent betrayal.

Grabbing your pass, you head down to the lobby where your driver waits for you.

They shouldn't have dropped the news today. There was a special segment today, and they've ruined it for you.

The reporters swarm around you when you arrive. They shoot question after question, buzzing to be the ones to get a reaction out of you.

You don't speak, but a picture says a million words. You're furious and upset. The only reason you're not crying is because your hormones have decided anger is the way to go.

Your phone buzzes, and the contact 'Lovie' lights up the screen. It's just Max messaging you to ask if you saw the news. Your response is short and to the point. You'll talk to him later.

In the dressing room assigned to you, your Ferrari uniform hangs, prepped and steamed for today's set of interviews. Not only would you be conducting your regular interviews, but you'll also be interviewing the men who have been F1 drivers in the past, sort of like a homage to reminisce on the old days.

It was supposed to be fun to dress up in your uniform. Other past Formula 1 drivers who work in the paddock would be doing the same. Now it's a sick joke, you'll have to suck it up.

Your skin crawls as you wear your fireproofs and step into the overalls. You keep the zipper open since your showing belly doesn't allow you to close it without being uncomfortable.

Walking out to the area designated for the media, you avoid anything and everyone, especially Ferrari. They owe you explanations you don't want to listen to at the moment.

The cameraman has set up and is ready to film. He hands you the microphones with the F1 logo as the first person scheduled steps in.

You try to act normal. Keyword: try. Everyone knows, though, it's in the set of your eyebrows or how you don't try to laugh when something's not really funny. It's the way your smile doesn't reach your eyes.

"Hey," Carlos says, approaching you when you take your break. You're sitting in the corner, Coke Zero in hand and two packets of cookies on the table. You would've chosen regular Coke, but you had to watch your sugar intake. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," you mutter, leaning back on the chair. "Want to start with the fact we both got fired?"

Carlos groans and falls on one of the chairs. He leans his head back and rakes his fingers through his hair. He's dressed in Ferrari gear, the same as you. "Technically, you did."

You laugh half heartedly because it's true. Carlos was always meant to be a placeholder for you. He's the reserve driver. "Did you know?"

"No, I had no idea," he shakes his head, stealing a cookie from you. "Fred told me this morning when I got to the paddock. I'm sorry this happened."

"It's not your fault, Carlos. I don't blame anyone. This is how Formula 1 is. What I'm upset about is how neither Vasser nor Lewis had the decency to tell me about the change. I had to learn from a news outlet. It's humiliating." Angry tears burn your eyes, but you hold them back.

Carlos shuffles closer and hugs you, rubbing your back comfortingly. "Everyone knows they're the ones who will look bad about firing you."

Ferrari just fired one of their best drivers while she's on maternity leave. Not a good look for the brand.

"Will you still be the reserve driver next year?" You ask him, pulling away from the hug.

"He wants me to stay as the reserve driver, but if another team is willing to sign me…" If another team signs him, he'll leave Ferrari. Being a reserve driver isn't exactly fun or exciting. You're just a backup.

"To think I almost won them the Championship last year," you sigh, crumpling the wrapper of your cookies. Crumbs left on the table.

"I don't think it would've made much of a difference," Carlos responds honestly.

You're not Lewis Hamilton. You're you. You've won podiums but not any Championships. You're a fantastic driver, but not a legend quite yet.

"Let's go to dinner tonight. My treat since you'll be unemployed next year," Carlos jokes with a grin to cheer you up.

"Be ready to splurge," you say, wiggling your eyebrows. "Lucky I can't drink or I would've ordered the most expensive wine bottle."

"Last time we did that, it tasted like dirt."

Halfway through the day, you walk around the paddock to pass the time. Max is approaching from the opposite direction and does a double-take. He had no idea about the uniform.

He catches himself as his mouth parts in genuine surprise and awe. As a racer, he's always loved being able to see you in proper F1 attire. Out of the whole grid, you wore it best, and this time around, it is no exception.

The top part of the overalls is around your waist. You got warm during your interviews; it was the natural way to go. The fireproofs taught around your round belly almost made him go feral.

You topped it all off with two plaits hanging over your chest. His eyes naturally trail down to stare at the roundness of your boobs.

"Sorry, man," Max apologizes when he shoulders a team member walking close to him. He's completely distracted by the smile you shoot him.

Standing in front of you, he looks around for any reporters, finding none. He then says, "You look fucking hot."

"Why thank you, handsome," you shrug, batting your eyelashes at him.

"If we weren't in public, I'd be bending you over and…"

"Mate, she's already pregnant, give her a break!" Lando pats him on the shoulder humorously. Max glares at him before rolling his eyes and shrugging his hand off his shoulder.

"Why do you always have to interrupt?"

"It's my job to keep you guys a secret," Lando smiles proudly, wrapping each arm around your shoulders. "You sure you're supposed to be wearing that, Princess? I heard you got fired."

You're about to punch Lando on the side when you scrunch up your face and stop all movements. Lando braces for impact and closes his eyes when he doesn't feel anything. He peeks an eye open to find you smiling. "Why are you smiling?"

"The baby kicked," you beam at the two men, placing your hand where you felt the kick.

The baby has been doing that a lot recently; it's reassuring. It helps ease the worries that keep you up at night. You've caught Max with his hand on your belly at night, feeling the baby move while you sleep. He's not as vocal about his fear of losing another baby, you have enough of that.

"He what?" Lando blanches, taking a step back as if you're diseased.

"Here feel!" You grab Lando's hand and force it where the baby has been kicking.

"What the actual fuck?" Lando widens his eyes comically. "That thing is moving inside you."

Max rolls his eyes and offers his hand to you. He's being discreet about touching you in public. "Wow, Lando, you have a way with words?"

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" Lando asks, entertained by the baby growing inside of you.

"Not yet, it'll be a surprise," you shake your head.

Max agreed that keeping it a surprise until the baby was born was a better idea. He doesn't have a preference for the baby's gender. As long as it's born healthy, he's happy.

"The media is going to have a field day with us here," Lando says as he waves at the cameras with a big, open-mouthed smile.

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racer_princess dinner with my favorite ferrari boy ❤️ here's to being unemployed and shitty wine (as per carlos)

comments:

@/carlossainz55: dinner with you is always fun, looking forward to next time! racer_princess has liked this post

user55: have we been bamboozled?

-> user007: should we have been worried about carlos this whole time?

->user66: i mean...it kind of tracks?

user77: love this so much!! 😭

user98: have we been fools? all this time max was a simple decoy?! 😵‍💫

->user99: nah, i still thinks its just max and this is a simple friendship forged through hardship

->user1: talk about poetic

user81: okay hold up, she is going through a divorce and dating carlos? i disappeared for a couple weeks and now i'm lost 😅

-> user44: haha no, there's rumors that she's getting a divorce cause she's not using her ring. and this i'm guessing is a friendly dinner to bitch about ferrari being sucky to them

user65: you know what? hell yeah, let him raise the child as his own! ✊

->user43: facts. princess is a catch pregnant or not racer_princess has liked this post

->user43: wait, is this confirmation?

->user81: don't leave princess!!! 🛑tell us!!!

@/lando: an invite would've been nice 🙂

->@/racer_princess: we were trauma dumping leave us alone

user25: honestly they should be teammates next season

->user00: yeah carlos needs to be appreciated more than ferrari does

->user22: they'd be a menace

->user11: their team could be called microsoft menaces

->@/racer_princess: Princess Chili Micro Menaces TM, i like it

-> userABC: charles must be gagged with this

user777: ferrari fumbled the both of you, they will live to regret it. mark my words ✍️

Monaco | May 2025

You sit on the balcony, sipping tea early in the morning. You're back home for a couple of weeks for the Monaco race. You haven't been around the paddock much, taking the time to reorganize the nursery since you already had most of the things you needed.

It felt surreal to walk back into the room. Some of the furniture and decorations are still in the bags they were purchased in long ago. Neither you or Max went into the room much, it used to bring so much pain, but slowly it's been filled with hope and joy.

Max slides the glass door open, and the wind is quick to ruffle his hair. He's been letting it grow longer, and you're not complaining. It's the way it stands in all directions when he's finished racing that has you going feral. You could jump his bones right where he stands.

Max sits next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your temple. You cuddle up against him, watching the sunrise and feeling his steady breathing.

"I got something for you," Max says, catching your attention.

You pick up your head from his chest and look down at his hand, where a black velvet box is clutched in his fingers. "Oh?"

"I know you stopped wearing your wedding and engagement ring because your hands are swelling, so I got you another one."

Max opens the box to reveal a gorgeous ring with a gold band and a big marquise diamond. It's a simple design but stunning nonetheless. There's a second band with sapphires encrusted in the gold. Max's birthstone, to match the necklace.

"Hope it fits," you nervously mention as Max takes the rings out of the box and slips them onto your finger. The pale band around your finger has been fading since you can't wear your old jewelry. You sigh in relief when the ring fits. Max brings up your hand to kiss the back of it, smiling because of how happy his gift made you.

"Be honest…did you get me a new one because people were shipping me with Carlos?"

"Please, the fans have shipped you with the whole grid already. Just yesterday, there were edits of you and Nico floating around," Max tells you, kissing your cheek. He hovers over your ear and whispers, "I do, however, don't like the fact people are speculating you've gotten divorced."

"I'm never getting rid of you," you tell him, gripping his chin, "Not only am I pregnant with your child, but I love you too much to let you go."

"As it should be."

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racer_princess yes, i am in fact, married still... 👰‍♀️ and i'd marry him again

comments:

@/lilymhe: let's go on a double date again!

-> @/racer_princess: i will free up my agenda for you lily! we can go on our own, leave the men to fend for themselves! 💃

-> @/lilymhe: see you soon, lovely! 🤍

-> user333: i can see how instagram can be considered social now...where can i get friends like her and lily ?

-> user626: so what you're saying is everyone in the paddock knows who he is...and no one has slipped? 🤔💭

-> userTM: i sincerely believe some people must've been paid off. there's no possible way none of them haven't babbled to the wrong person.

-> @/racer_princess: whoever babbles has to pay for the NDA 💗

user121: my god that ring is huge! 👀 is he compensating for something else?

->user77: it's bigger than her older one, where can i get a man like that?

->user5: maybe it's a push present?

@/yukitsunoda0511: wait you're getting married again?

->user89: how is he always confused when it comes to social media lol? 🤣

-> @/racer_princess: no baby, just got a new ring because the old one was too tight

@/charles_leclerc: is your hand heavy?

->user44: why do i have a feeling you'd know?

->user00: don't act all nonchalant charles, we know it's you 😄

->user098: can't be him...he wouldn't have let them replace her in ferrari. if he was my husband i'd divorce him

->userAB: it's not like he owns the team, maybe the ring is his apology 🤷

-> PrincessChili: that's something someone who wants to hold your hand would say

userM.A.X: max has been awfully quiet, no?

f1edits has posted a new tiktok:

she could have them all if she wanted. Everyone bow down to the princess 👸

description: a compilation of pictures of you and the drivers (including toto wolff) from the grid while ‘i like him by princess nokia plays.’

comments:

1user: oh to be her in the grid constantly surrounded by hot sexy men 🤤 she’s living the dream

-> usersos: i wouldn’t get any work done, it’s why im not there

-> user101: it only works for her cause she’s so confident and sure of herself. she’s worked hard to be there ain’t no man taking her down

userpt: i love how delusional we are. we truly can ship her with anyone

-> user1: anyone except her husband which we know nothing about

-> user2: we know he’s loaded…her wedding rings are huge and real and expensive and he either spoils her to keep her happy or truly loves her

->lalauser: *nods* uhum uhum probably both. i dont think she’d stay if he didn’t treat her right

user<3: how many of them do you think she’s kissed in celebratory nights?

-> userusa: my theory is at least three of them: max, charles, lewis

-> useruk: is it insane of me to say max, charles and toto?

-> userusa: yes but i respect the level of crazy

Barcelona, Spain | June 2025

The air chills your skin as you wander around the paddock. You're waiting for Max to be done so you can return to the hotel room for the night and order room service.

You could have gone back hours ago, but you decided to stay and work on interview material and socialize with the teams.

Fred Vasser finally had a conversation with you about his decision to bring Lewis into Ferrari to give him a shot at winning another Championship. You didn't have much to say; what's done is done.

It's not like you haven't been the closest racer in years to give Ferrari a Championship. This is more than just having Lewis on board, it's the uncertainty of your return.

Lewis apologized as well. He failed to realize they would announce it immediately; otherwise, he would have told you during the negotiations.

A windy breeze has you tugging your jacket close. You bring both edges together to zip it up, but you're unsuccessful. Your pregnant belly doesn't let you see properly, and the hook keeps getting stuck.

After a minute of intense attempts, you give up, still cold and out of breath from seemingly nothing. The first two trimesters were good to you, the third not so much.

You can't seem to get comfortable to sleep, your feet are dramatically swollen, you're out of breath, and you're constantly having to pee.

Not to mention, Max has to help you put on your shoes. It’s lowkey embarrassing. He likes doing it, and he's willing to help you in whichever way you need. It's the least he can do. It’s his fault you’re this way.

It's annoying, but you'd rather go through all the discomfort to have the experience of carrying a child and giving birth.

Giving up, you continue to roam, taking pictures with a few fans that still linger, hoping to catch sight of the drivers or famous guests. You're on your phone, walking without seeing where you're going, when you bump into someone. Looking up, Max holds your shoulders to keep you steady.

"Hey," you smile at him.

"Hey," Max responds similarly, holding back the urge to kiss your cheek. After years of being in a secret relationship, he's not used to these recurring urges, catching himself in the act before he goes for it.

You shiver when another breeze ruffles your hair. Max looks disapprovingly at you but gets closer to hold both ends of your jacket to line the zipper and pull it up. He brushes invisible lint from your shoulders and pats your head.

That's as much affection he's willing to show in public. He hates that he can't show the world how much he loves you, but at the same time, he loves being able to show you every day and every moment you two are alone.

It makes every touch, every kiss, every hug so much more special. He never takes it for granted.

"My hero," you say, rocking on your heels.

"Ready to go home, schatje?"

He's done with media, cars, and strategy. Max wants to go to the hotel and just be with you. Order food and eat in bed even if you lowkey hate it. Listen to you rant about 'New Girl' and how Jess should've ended up with the British guy you never remember the name of.

"There's a steak I've been eying on the menu," you say as you walk side by side to the private parking lot.

"Whatever you want…" Max says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing your temple.

He's not always successful. Especially not when you're acting cute and cuddly with him.

F1_news tweeted: enemies, friends, lovers, rivals? we don't know, what we do know is that red bull's driver Max Verstappen was seen leaving the paddock with the paddock's Princess last night.

comments:

101user: oh, wow, a coworker giving a ride to the opposite sex coworker, riveting 🙄 user45: idk guys, it's one thing for us fans to speculate but f1? 🧐suspicious -> user98: how suspicious of max to give his pregnant friend a ride. come on guys, this is nothing. he's being a decent guy 🤷‍♀️ ->user007: or we've been right this whole time and they are together 🤩 ->user66: or it's all a publicity stunt

f1fanatic: has somebody investigated if they always stay in the same hotel?

secretf1: my editing program is loading

mclarenbabe: i’ll be waiting. i’m subscribed and sat 🤓

redbullprincess: now kith

Quebec, Canada | June 2025

It’s race day, and you’re tired, grumpy, and warm. The hand fan does nothing to cool you down or tone down your irritation.

With free time on your hands, you head down to the Red Bull hospitality to catch Max before the race starts. You knock on his door before entering and find him getting dressed. Max is only in his underwear, and you wish you were in the same state of undress.

“Hey baby,” you say, approaching him and getting on your tippy toes to kiss him.

Max grabs your waist, pulling you to him. It’s a brief kiss, but it doesn’t fail to make the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy.

He rubs your tummy as he kisses all over your face, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m tired and the heat doesn’t help,” you sigh, plopping down on the couch while he finishes getting dressed.

First his socks, then the fireproofs, then the overalls, which he leaves hanging on his hips. Max sits next to you, and you take the opportunity to brush his hair with your fingers.

He hasn’t cut it since you told him you liked that he was growing it out. The pictures after the races do not disappoint. You smile and scratch at his stubble.

Max sighs and leans into your touch, pressing his lips to your palm. “Go back to the hotel. It’s supposed to rain. I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll power through it and come back here if it rains.”

Max sighs, not wanting to say what he has to say. You’ll get upset, and he knows it. “You should get back to the hotel. Please. It’s not good to tire yourself out.”

You scoff lightly to diffuse the mood, “I’m okay, Max. Don’t worry, I’m not a doll that needs to be behind a glass case,”

“You’re not a doll. You’re pregnant and you’ve been overworking yourself. Go to the hotel, order food, get a massage, and rest. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You stay quiet. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared,” you hesitantly admit.

“Of what?”

“I-I don’t know. I start to overthink and get overwhelmed. We’ve come this far, and I’m afraid if I stand too still, it’ll all go away,” you refer to two years ago, when you took a break from racing and stayed too long at the house. Hoping. Grieving.

Max hugs you tight, and you hold just as tightly, smelling the detergent on his uniform.

“You know what happened was out of your control. Whether you had been resting or working hard, it would’ve happened; this is different. You’re nearly there and you’ll need the rest for when the time comes, right?” He asks just as the baby kicks. “They agree,”

“If you really don’t want to go to the hotel, then stay here. There’s food and snacks, and you can watch on the TV. Put your feet up, take a nap if you want.”

“You’re the best, Maxie.”

“I’m my best because I get to love you,” he says, cupping your cheek.

You sniff and nod, lightly pushing, “Go get them, tiger, I’ll be rooting for you.”

When Max finishes the race and heads to his driver's room, you’re gone, having left a note that you’re back at the hotel.

When he enters the room, you’re dead asleep. Large t-shirt and messy hair included. The sheen covering your skin proves that you took him up on the massage option.

Max changes, having showered in the paddock, and gets into bed with you. You’re facing him, soft breaths coming from your lips. He kisses your cheek and feels the baby kick.

“You’re almost here, just a couple more weeks. Be good to your mom, yeah?”

“Be good to your wife and cuddle me,” you murmur, shuffling closer, knowing well you’ll push him away at night cause you’re hot.

Monaco | July 2025

The time finally came for you to stay at home with no travel as your third trimester draws to an end. With that also comes the time for a baby shower!

Max helped you plan a lovely celebration on a rooftop with a view of the sea. Initially, you wanted it to be on a yacht, where it's more private, but recently you've been getting progressively seasick — and car sick.

It's been kept a secret from all forms of media, and the guests know better than to utter a word about your baby shower.

In your Monaco home, you get ready for the day, showering, applying body oils, doing your own hair and makeup. It's meant to be a family celebration, not an A-list event.

Max stands by the door watching you with adoring eyes. For once, he's not wearing any Red Bull gear, just a nice pair of trousers and a loose button-up to fit the beach vibe you were going for.

The satin robe that threatens to fall down your left arm catches his attention. He approaches you, leaning down to where you sit to kiss your naked shoulder before he fixes the robe. "You look beautiful."

You smile and shake your head, continuing to curl your hair, half of which is pinned up to set the curls. "I'm almost done here, but I'll need your help to zip up the dress and-"

"-put on your shoes, I know schatje," he says, burying his head in your neck, being careful of the pins in your hair. He takes in the smell of your perfume as addictive as the first time he smelled it.

"If I could do it myself without it being so hard, I would," you say with a pout, reaching over to him to scratch his jaw. He loves when you do that.

"Never think it's a burden on me," Max levels with you, his blue eyes finding yours in the mirror. "I want to help you in every way I can. If you want me to tuck you in at night and sing you a lullaby, I will."

"Okay," you whisper, biting your lip.

Max kisses your cheek, disappearing into another room, probably to spend time with the cats while you finish with your hair, because if he keeps staring, you'll be late to the baby shower.

Later, you call for Max, standing from the vanity to grab your dress from where it hangs. It's a pretty pink nude dress that keeps the color palette soft and neutral. Max grabs it from your hands, unzipping the back, and then kneels on the floor to get it over your legs. You hold onto his shoulders for support.

You put your arms through the sleeves and hold them to your chest as Max comes behind you to zip it. He does it easily, but not before leaving wet kisses along your spine that make you shiver. "Max," you warn him.

"Sorry, sorry," he laughs breathily in your ear.

"We know you're really not," you huff with a disapproving smile.

"I'm not." He smoothly hugs you from behind, cupping his hands under your belly to help you with the weight. You let out a shaky sigh of relief. Your lower back has been killing you for the last two weeks.

"Thank you."

He saw it online while searching for ways to support you throughout your pregnancy. Somehow, he always knows when you need it most. To him, it's obvious, it's in the way you tensely walk and think twice before picking something up that isn't within arm's reach. You're too stubborn to ask for help, so he's resorted to watching every move you make.

"Alright, let's get this party started," you exclaim two minutes later. Excited to celebrate the arrival of your baby.

Max drives you to the baby shower in one of the few expensive SUVs he owns, prioritizing your comfort and the possibility of you giving birth at any given moment.

There are multiple baby bags across the house and in the cars.

The rooftop is beautifully decorated with neutral colors, including browns, soft pinks, and baby blues. The theme is beachy, featuring surfboards, palm trees, and sand. The photographer you hired is ready to take couples and solo pictures as guests start trickling in.

The whole grid has been invited along with their families. Most are able to make it to the special occasion. Max's family and yours also traveled to be there.

Other team members from Red Bull, Mercedes, and Ferrari have been invited. You spend so much time with them while working that they inevitably become family.

Toto and Susie Wolff come with armfuls of gifts, ready to spoil you. Toto always supported your choice of joining Ferrari because even if they haven't won a Championship in a while, they are a legacy team. To say you've driven for Ferrari is an honor, and he still had Lewis at the time.

Games are played, food is eaten, drinks are served, and a good time is spent. Lando, above all, parties till he drops. Unsurprisingly, because Daniel enables him. No one will forget that George is the fastest to drink from the baby bottle, Lance is the one who has your exact measurement, and Lily is the one who comes closest to getting the exact number of mini rubber ducks in the glass jar.

Towards the later part of the celebration, you sit on Max's lap, shoes off and curls nonexistent. His hand is rubbing your thigh as he laughs with Daniel, a bottle of Alcohol Free Heineken in hand. He chose not to drink during your pregnancy.

When the song 'Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!' by ABBA starts playing, and you quite literally jump from Max's lap.

"Is there a man out there? Someone to hear my prayer?" You sing, pulling on Max's hand to get him to stand and follow you to the dance floor.

You dance with Max, his hands on your hips as you sway and jump to the music. Your hands gripping his shoulders as you sing to the catchy rhythm. Max twirls you and sways with you to the whole ABBA set that the DJ plays as per your request.

As the night comes to an end, the songs slow down. You sway in Max's arms to 'I Have A Dream', the Amanda Seyfried version you love so much. String lights cast a warm glow over you.

Max swears there are stars in your eyes. Your lips softly singing to the tune he's memorized ten times over. There's a smile on your face, your fingertips playing with the ends of his hair.

The fact is, the stars that reflect in your eyes are his as well. Everyone around the couple can see how in love they are. Max has never felt this way; his heart is swollen with so much emotion that it might burst. Your pregnant belly pressing against him brings him unimaginable joy.

He rests his head on top of yours, giving it a kiss. He closes his eyes to memorize everything about this moment. The bugs chirping in the background, the hum of the speakers, one of your hands on his back, the hair scratching his cheek, your voice singing to him.

leaky_f1 tweeted: BREAKING: Max Verstappen and the Paddock Princess are secretly MARRIED—and expecting a baby! 💍🍼 Photos from a private baby shower held two days ago have been leaked 👀📸 A close source commented: “Everyone in the paddock knew… they just weren’t saying anything.”

description: one picture of you and max in front of the balloon arch, max's holding you from behind. a decorated sign propped up on an easel besides you 'Sea You Soon, Baby Verstappen' another picture after dinner of you cuddling on max's lap, the third a video of you and max slow dancing comments:

@/Princess_Verstappen: 😤 a lot of people owe me apologies for making me think i was crazy

@/fast_furious: i TOLD ya but nooo he didn't call her a pet name you just heard wrong ✋

@/user2: this isn't right, its all fun to ship them together but i never wanted them to get leaked like this 😰😓

-> @/user1: it even feels wrong to read the article and look at the pictures, this is such an invasion of privacy

-> @/paddyp: i hope she's okay, this stress can't be good

@/4alliknow: lol he got her knocked up so he could win last years championship 😂

-> @/princessdefender: you're such a vile person, max is ruthless on track, not outside of it. he'd never do that

-> @/f1fu: reporting this comment cause wtf

@/princess-predestinado: congrats to max and princess *proceeds to have a meltdown because part of her personality has been trashed by reality* 🙃

@/recordscratch: i know knews like this are bad but props to them for keeping it secret for so long. yes, we had theories but for me it was always just fun and not serious 🙂‍↕️

-> @user4: yeah, haha, same here, all for fun 👀😅

@/sucks2bu: i bet he's the only reason she got this far 👎

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Part 3 Coming Soon

The world now knows of your involvement with Max and the fact you've kept it secret for five years. Now, you must face the public but not before theories start to arise and Max gets hate. Your baby is coming but where is Max? Perhaps a podcast will be the perfect way to explain everything?

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Saja Boys and secret dates

A/N: Thank you for the support on my last post! <3

If you want to request something or just have questions, don’t feel afraid to send them!! (Idk what to write T^T)

Summary: You‘re living with the HUNTR/X girls, having learnt to fight demons and to, one day, finally seal the honmoon. Yet when it‘s almost complete, a demon boy band appears out of nowhere, the Saja Boys. Everything you‘ve learnt about demons is cast aside when you fall for one of them and now you secretly meet eachother every night. How, you might be asking? By sneaking out.

Warnings: Mentions of blood in Baby‘s part (possibly bad grammar, english is not my first language)

Jinu Saja

🐯 imagine your first secret meeting with him like the one he had with Rumi in the movie

🐯 when you first saw Derpy and Magpie, you were quite startled. So, your first instinct was to eliminate them. But when Derpy accidentally kicked over the trash can in your room and tried to bring it to stand again, you practically melted

🐯 whenever Derpy visits you and brings you one of Jinu‘s cards, you give him some treats and pet him

🐯 at first you were extremely careful, always trying not to make any noise and putting a makeshift puppet on your bed

🐯 whenever you two meet, it’s at an enclosed area with almost no people nearby

🐯 when you started sending him your own cards he was practically squealing like a highschool girl

🐯 Rumi once caught you two while you were on a walk together (it was in the evening and Jinu wore a disguise), so now you two always meet at night, just to be sure no one will catch you

🐯 you two once made another hat for Derpy one night, but Magpie stole that aswell

🐯 Zoey stormed into your room while Derpy brought you a card, so you had to hide him behind you. She saw the giant tail behind your back and squealed excitedly, thinking you were now into cosplay. She brought you multiple sets of her old clothes, tutorials on how to make wigs and such the next day

🐯 you both had your 'Free' moment at some point

🐯 you took him to an aquarium once and he was in absolute awe the entire time

🐯 he took you to a few old temples from his era, explaining how they were made and what they were for

Aquarium Night:

"Why didn’t you want to tell me where we are going?" Jinu asked curiously, matching your speed as you dragged him with you. You chuckled, looking back at him with a soft smile "Because then it wouldn’t be a suprise, you idiot!"

When you saw the building you were talking about, you quickly sped up, Jinu yelping in suprise as he staggered forward. You laughed lightly, muttering a short 'sorry' as you walked a tiny bit slower. Arriving at your destination, you let go of his hand, standing infront of the building and excitedly waving your hands "Ta-daaa!!" Jinu just stared at it in silence, confusion evident on his face. " 'Sea Life'?" his tone carried a hint of mockery, silently contemplating whether to tell you 'Sorry, but I forgot something. Let‘s meet tomorrow!' or to just get it over with. "What‘s that supposed to be? A pool house?" You snorted slightly, envisioning all kinds of fish in a sauna. "Nooo!! Just come with me, it‘s still open for the next hour!" Grabbing his hand again, you pulled him with you, quickly paying the entry fee before going inside.

While you were busy with paying the entry fee, Jinu stared at the ceiling, his gaze distant yet also filled with admiration. Above him, the skeleton of a blue wale hung, decorated with little stars hanging at its sides. The ceiling was painted a deep blue fading into a more lighter blue, each new color adorned with tiny stars, a moon and a light yellow sun. His pupils widened, having never seen anything like this. His fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and touch the painted sky. Right as he was about to start levitating, a hand enveloped his, startling him. As he looked down, he saw your eyes staring up at his, a bright smile plastered on your face. He completely forgot what he had been so awe struck by, his entire focus now lying on you and your entire soul.

Your wave began to tangle around his, creating a pretty violet tone that radiated comfort and peace. And at that moment, he knew one thing: no matter how forbidden this relationship, these meetings or they were, he would never stop fighting for you.

Abby Saja

💪 to be fair, I‘m stuck between him being a really loud person and him being a rather gentle, quiet person

💪 would probably help you out with a demon you were just fighting and then ask you if you could meet up some random night

💪 if you came, he‘d be like a big happy golden retriever and if you didn’t, he‘d wait until you come

💪 when you first met with him, he was very cocky, constantly flexing his muscles to impress you

💪 got a little bold one night and staright up confessed, while you were staring at him like this :O

💪 always greets you with hugs whenever you show up, trying to show you that he enjoys your company

💪 either takes you to cinemas, 24/7 open stores or teleports you to wherever you want to go

💪 sometimes waits for you outside on your balcony, watching you as you lock your door and put some folded clothes onto your bed as a makeshift you

💪 one night he sent Magpie to you as an invitation to meet up. He never did it again after Magpie came back dressed like a horror story princess (Jinu yelled at him for over an hour)

Movie Night:

The soft crunches of popcorn can be heard somewhere in the local cinema of Seoul, silent chatter sometimes souding in the distance. Your head was leanded on the shoulder of your boyfriend, both of your eyes focused on the giant screen that displays the movie you were watching. Sighing quietly, your focus began to shift from the screen to the person sitting next to you, quiet sniffles coming from him. Your eyes lock onto his face, seeing tears fall slide down. He jolts slightly as a tissue wipes across his face, his eyes finding yours as you look at him fondly. His face turns a deep shade of crimson, quickly wiping away the leftover tears and acting like he never got sentimental. You chuckled lightly, shaking your head as the both of you continued watching whatever movie was playing in the cinema, just happy to be with one another.

About an hour later, the both of you hug, his arms enveloping your chest and waist whilst yours hang around his neck. He presses his lips to yours, a tender kiss meant as a good night. You sigh dreamily into his lips, your arms tightening around his form, trying to pull yourself impossibly closer to him. Feeling his chest vibrate against yours, you can’t help but laugh aswell, not caring about being caught, just caring about the current moment.

His form cradles yours as you lay down on your bed, your body starting to shut down as it drifts off into a deep slumber. You feel fingers brushing through your hair, the feeling of warmth and safety surrounding you like a peaceful bubble. Abby watches as your breathing slows, your expression peaceful and content.

Waking up the next morning, you find yourself alone in your bed. Just as you were about to feel saddened, you find a little card on your bedside table, a handwritten message by Abby. Your smile reaches your eyes as you read it, placing it against your chest as you close your eyes, suddenly feeling better than you ever have before, the sadness completely erased.

Mystery Saja

❔ he invited you to meet up with him at the fan signing event, sliding a small envelope into your pocket

❔ every time you two meet up, you are either in an abandoned building, in a field of flowers or just in his room

❔ he waits outside of your balcony each night, always making sure to bring something he‘s sure you‘ll like

❔ while in his room, the two of you just cuddle or read a book, enjoying eachothers company

❔ whenever he feels like it, he lets you style his hair and other times he styles yours

❔ most of your meet ups consist of cuddles, you being the big spoon and him being the small spoon

❔ at first, the two of you went to public areas, but you quickly scrapped that idea when all he did was bark or growl at people getting to close to you

❔ Zoey caught you two redhanded one time, yet instead of snitching on you, she began fangirling, now being your nr1 supporter and fanclub leader

❔ sometimes you two stay on your balcony, a blanket draped across your bodies as you talked to eachother or simply stared at the night sky

❔ like I said in my hc, he‘s very observant, so he always brings you to places he‘s sure you‘ll grow to like

A blood moon night

You hum quietly to yourselt, kicking your legs as you stared out the window. Tonight was a blood moon's night, the sky painted in a deep ombre of violet and dark blue. You held a notebook in your hand, scribbling down your thoughts and doodles of the blood moon. On your lap sat your favorite plushie, pressed closely to your lower abdomen (or chest, depending on the size). Closing your eyes for a few seconds, you listened to the noises surrounding you, before a soft tap on the glass door of the balcony disrupted your peace. You opened your eyes, seeing your boyfriend standing behind the door, your favorite flowers in one hand while the other lazily flexes its fingers.

A soft breeze swiped through the room as you silently opened the door, staring at your boyfriend in mild confusion, to which he just smiled fondly. His hand creeps up to your waist, tugging you to his side before you two suddenly disappear in a soft pink puff of smoke.

When the smoke clears, your eyes meet a giant Willow Tree, multiple flowers surrounding it as a picnic blanket lays at the root of the tree. You gasp softly, a pink hue covering your cheeks. Mystery smiles softly, gently pressing a kiss to your temple. "I thought this would be a good place to watch the blood moon.. Is it okay?" Your lips wobble slightly as you throw yourself onto him, both of you now laying in the flower field. "Are you kidding me?! It's perfect! I love it so much.." His breath shudders as your lips meet his, his eyes closing softly despite being covered by his bangs. Ah, how much he loves his human sweetheart.

Romance Saja

💘 I don’t think he cares about being caught, so you two also meet up at the evening

💘 always takes you on a shopping spree whenever he feels like it

💘 you once found a sappy love letter hanging on your balcony door, asking to meet up. When you found out it was from Romance, you weren’t suprised

💘 whenever you two meet up in the evening, you just say that you‘re going shopping and ask if they want anything. It‘s not a full lie

💘 this guy always makes the best poets about him, you, or you two and gives them to you when you meet

💘 at some point he‘d probably try to seduce you or use his charms to make you sway his way, but when that didn’t work he just let it happen naturally

💘 your secret meetings are just full on yap sessions most of the time, with a lot of flirting coming from him from time to time

💘 he sings to you whenever you feel down, casually dropping the best advice you have ever heard when asking for some

Shopping date:

Mira raises her eyebrow at you, suspiciously narrowing her eyes when you ask if they want anything. This was your fifth time this week going shopping.. What the hell were you doing?! Most of the time you don’t even get what they asked for. She just shakes her head, murmuring a 'no thanks' while the others stay oblivious to your shopping obsession.

When you arrive at the mall, you yelp lightly as you feel someone holding you up and spinning you around. Once you‘re back on your feet you wobble slightly, trying to regain your balance as your boyfriend laughs heartily, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. He takes your hand in his, dragging you inside. You look down at your other hand, finding another one of his poems folded neatly inside of it.

You two go to several clothing stores, each time buying a different set of clothes. Romance always does a fashion show, posing infront of the mirror and walking down the hallway like a runway model. Each time a flicker of joy or a laugh comes from you, his eyes find you, watching in fondness, love and glee.

While you may not come back with what the girls had wanted, they kept their mouths shut, not wanting to ruin your current mood. They loved it when your wave glowed so brightly it hurt their eyes to look at it.

Baby Saja

🌶️ he straight up shoved a card into your hands, leaving the event after

🌶️ hangs upside down like a bat whenever he waits for you on your balcony, using the railing as a support

🌶️ the meet ups are not consistent, sometimes they are once a week and sometimes they are everyday

🌶️ does not give a fuck if you two get caught. He loves you, so what?

🌶️ at first he avoided every attempt of affection, now he craves it but he‘ll never admit that

🌶️ if you feel like it, he‘ll share whatever snack he brought with you

🌶️ lets you read through his notebook, asking you what you think about the lyrics (he writes the lyrics of his rap parts)

🌶️ sometimes he just teleports into your room, lays next to you and says nothing

🌶️ please, for the love of god, never mention Gwi-Ma. Being hellborn means the voices are louder and more frequent than what made-demons experience. He‘d rather forget all about it than be reminded of the cause of his agony and suffering

🌶️ he loves train stations, haunted places and amusement parks, so expect to be there most of the time

🌶️ he‘s super lazy most of the time, so you two just teleport around the world instead of going there like normal people

Haunted Mansion Date:

"Baby, are you sure this place is safe?" You ask warily, your heart beating faster than it should. You fight literal demons!! Baby just shrugs casually, opening the doors, not even wincing as they creak loudly "Nah." You stop in your tracks, eyes widening. "Nah?! Baby that‘s the one thing I didn’t want to hear!!" You whisper shout, shaking his arm. He just grins lazily, walking into the haunted mansion with no care in the world. Immediately rushing to his side, you take his hand in yours, nervously chewing on your lower lip. What you don’t notice, is that Baby‘s cheeks glow a faint pink, his ears red.

Every step you take is a death sentence for you, especially since every step either creaks or opens a hidden trapdoor. By now, you‘ve grown used to such dates, but this was your first ever haunted mansion date with him. You thought it was just spooky, not really haunted!! How do you know it‘s really haunted? Just ask the flying chairs and moving statues!

Just when you were starting to relax, get bolder and have more confidence, Baby decided to joke around with his surroundings. You hadn’t even noticed that Baby had disappeared, taking a few more steps inside the kitchen. Your hands graze the stove, the counter and a few leftover plates and glasses. On the walls hung beautiful velvet curtains, although they were ripped and had several holes because of moths and such, their patterns remained intact and awe striking. Your entire body froze when a hand suddenly appeared on your shoulder, your head slowly turning to look at where it came from. When your eyes met that of a ghoul, your heart stopped for a moment.

Baby snickered quietly to himself as he heard your fearful screams, barely containing himself from laughing loudly. That is, until he heard screams of pain, not of fear. Real agony, misery and pain. He immediately bolted into the kitchen, seeing your bloodied body laying on the table, a bloodied knife in the hand of the makeshift puppet-ghoul. His eyes widened, quickly scurrying to your side as he began to panic. "No no no! This wasn’t supposed to happen!! It was just meant to be a joke!" Sobs began to escape from his mouth, his hands cradling your face.

Your laughter filled the room, his tear struck eyes opening instantly as he looked at you. Wiping some tears of joy from your eyes, you smiled smugly, patting his shoulder. "Pranks aren’t always as funny as they may seem, huh?" He stared at you motionlessly before standing up, scoffing silently as he walked out of the haunted mansion, wiping away all remains of his former sadness.

In the end of the day, the both of you learned not to prank eachother again, atleast not like that.

A/N: I couldn’t help myself from writing the prank in Baby‘s part. I‘m tired and I thought it‘d be funny and a good story to share with everyone. Moral of the story, not every prank is as harmless as it may seem.

Btw sorry for drifting away from the main plot, I kind of got distracted and liked the idea of secret dates hehe..

Hope you enjoyed!!

- ❥ℛℴ𝓈ℯ♡︎

[moonlight-sonata99]

How To Be a Superhero

Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x F!Celestial! Reader

Fluff! Notes: The Reader is the firstborn of Galactus! Also, I tried making this short but...oh well. My ass hurts also a small brag, but im so happy Lewis pullman is getting the love he deserves. I've loved him since the starling girl😭❤️❤️ Not proofread

It had been a while since the odd space ship had come to their earth's atmosphere. Inside was 4 individuals who called themselves the Fantastic 4. The thunderbolts or “new avengers” were quick to find out they were not a threat and were working closely to defeat this guy called doom…whatever his name was. But then there was another person who went by [Reader]. 

“I am Galactica” She said seriously as the blonde man next to her grimaced. “We call her [Reader]” Johnny deadpanned as [Reader] stood next to him. "Yes that's true..” she murmured. “That's the name Richard reeds has given me” she nodded. And upon mastering the courage to go up to them he learned that the women was the daughter of some being called “Galactus” but that was all she could really remember,

“And you.. Don't fly?” [Reader] asked as the two sat on the couch in the common room. “No-no not really.” Bob stuttered moving a curl out of his face, as [Reader] tilted her head. “Why not? You just said you could.” She became confused as he leaned back his lips pursing. The nice women of the group, Sue had told them once that [Reader] could come off as harsh, but that was not her intent. She was just…”intense” and that the woman was still getting used to life, somewhat.

“I did that, I just. I do have the ability to fly, I just don't know how..” Bob trailed his brown eyes averting away as [Reader] sat there silently.

“Then we shall fly.” she said simply standing as she took his hand, Bob's cheeks immediately turned red as [reader] headed towards the helicopter pad. “No no no no!” Bob gasped quickly pulling his hand away just before they walked out the doorway. 

“What is wrong?” [Reader] asked her brows furrowing and taking a step to him before her eyes widened a bit. “Oh..im-im sorry” she said with her finger on her lip. “Reed has told me of people who are scared of heights..”  She trailed off as Bob shook his head. 

“No its not that- well- yea it is..” Bob sighed, crossing his arms, his heart still beating hard, whether from her holding his hand or just the mere thought of standing in the helicopter pad. [Readers] lips parted before voice interrupted them. “He's not going to do it” johnny stated walking past them as [Reader] brows furrowed, her eyes following him.

“Johnny, you are being rude.” “ she scolded as Johnny stood at the ledge of the Heli-pad, “Look, all I'm saying is, if he's not willing to, it's not worth trying to make him do it” Johnny sighed as Bob averted his gaze, Johnny was true. But still- he didn't know if it hurt more to have him say that in front of [reader]. “You are an idiot.” [Reader] grunted walking to him as Johnny rolled his eyes. “But you are missing out.” He added turning his gaze to Bob as [Readers] eyes softened a bit. As Johnny continued

“It's awesome, feeling the wind. Nothing beats that-” he said before adding “Oh, and beating [Reader] at races.” He grinned as [Readers] head darted towards him "That is not true.” She stated, “I beat you last time.” [Reader] said as Johnny looked at her, “No you didn't.” He murmured in thought before puffing out his chest, hands on his hips. “Yes I did.” [Reader] stated, placing her hands on his hip two as Bob watched as the two began to argue about who made it to the finish line at said second.

“No you didn't.” Johnny repeated his blue eyes narrowing, as the two began to bicker. "That's it.” [Reader] stated as Bob was pulled out of his trance. “You and I are going to race this instant.” She ordered as a smirk ran across Johnny's face.  “Lets.” He said and before Bob could even pipe in the two zoomed off high into the sky to where Bob couldn't even see them anymore, his hand placed on his forehead, nose scrunching up as Bob's hand fell next to his calf, with a sigh and walked back into the tower. 

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“What is wrong?” Yelena asked petting her Guinea pig as Alexei was draped against the couch and Yelena sat across him plate in hand. “I know what troubles you” Alexei stated, mouth full of whatever he was snacking on as Bob and Yelena turn their attention to him. "You, my friend, are in love.” He states as Yelena eyes darts to Bob as bobs cheeks turns red. “That's not true” Bob blurts out suddenly as Alexei lets out a laugh, a piece of chewed up food falling out earning a groan. 

“It's not true!” Bob says again as Walker comes in. “What's going on?” He asked sitting on a chair next to Yelena as Yelena nodded her head to him. “Were talking about that space girl and bob” she stated as walker let out a tch, “Oh?[Reader]?Yea Bob totally has a thing for her” the soldiers said casually as he looked at his own food as Bob's mouth fell open his cheeks betraying him. "I see the way you look at her" Alexei says voice clear, "With the goo goo eyes" he starts as bob sputters out "Its googly eyes dad" Yelena says amused. "Its nothing like that- It has nothing to do with that!" the man exclaimed as the group watched him all of them clearly amused

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Later Bob dried his hands and looked over the clean kitchen as he breathed out a proud huff and nodded his head before turning off the light and walking through the empty halls. He had assumed everyone had already gone to bed, so he walked across the living room grabbing a book he had meant to finish earlier and headed to his room. It was for a split second but bobs eyes glanced outside to the Heli-pad and he quickly did a double take when he saw a figure sitting outside. Normally he would let them be, but ..it was so late. He opened the door leaning out of it, It was [Reader]. He didn't really think, his legs just moved when he realized it was her. Hearing his footsteps [Readers] head turned to, 

“Bob” she said softly with a weak smile on her face as Bob approached her, he tugged his sleeve standing there. “What are you doing here?” the man asked his voice light. [Readers] eyes stayed on him before they turned to the sky, The stars twinkled in the sky, the wind hushed around them softly. “They are beautiful” [Reader] started, “I used to fly among them, the stars...” She said wistfully as Bob sat next to her their knees brushing against each other. “ must've been beautiful” Bob replied as [Reader] smiled a bit before looking down. “I imagine so, I just cannot remember it” She admitted as Bob looked at her. “What happened?” Bob asked as [Reader] met his gaze and let it wander as she recalled what was left of her memories. 

“I…” She breathed out, “I just remember feeling like I was..” [Reader] trailed off in thought. “On what Reed called auto-pilot…” She recalled, “I believe I was an instrument to my father to find planets for him to devour” [Reader] explained, her brows furrowed. “And the scared look of people” the woman had breathed out as Bob's eyes widened, taken aback from her confession. Sensing his mood [Reader] met his gaze, “No i-” She struggled out before Bob shook his head “No i-its fine” He assured softly as her shoulders lowered. “It's just..” Bob added “Intense?”[Reader] asked softly as he nodded and she hummed looking at her hand. “Your powers” [Reader] changed the topic and before Bob replied she continued as she stood up and simply said “Come” Bob eyes following her, “I-i what??” He stuttered out as [Reader] walked to the edge of the heli-pad. “Come, come” she said softly using her hand to wave him over, heart racing bob sat there and he slowly stood and shuffled to her. 

“You don't have to do anything,” [Reader] guided him, holding out her hand, “Just. Close your eyes.” she instructed. Bob looked at her for a moment before letting his hand slip in hers, their palms together as his breath halted for as he closed his eyes to avoid looking in her eyes- ‘Her. Beautiful eyes- snap out of it bob-’ he told himself, 'Okay… what now?” Bob breathed out as [Readers] voice began. “Just think about flying,” She whispered, and then silence filled the air and he could only hear his heartbeat racing. “I cant.” Bob huffed out in frustration opening his eyes as they met [Readers]. “Bob.. be calm, you are in no rush” She assured him as he looked down and [Reader] started. “I was the same as you, when Sue and Reed found me..i lost my powers. But in time, i harnessed my powers” she explained as bob listened to her, eyes on her features. “Well..” Bob trailed off averting his gaze, his thoughts lingering, he wanted to be useful to Yelena,Alexei,Bucky,John and Ava. The people who had accepted him. And her voice interrupted his thoughts. “Bob” she called, his attention turning back to her, their eyes meeting. “I…” He whispered through parted lips as [Reader] looked at him, "Its okay,” She started as she looked away, “I'm pushing you.i..im sorry” The women mumbled letting go of his hands, Bobs eyes lingering on his hands before they fell to his side. “Its just…flying is second nature to me” [Reader] explained, “when your up there, the wind in your hair and everything is so small..” she says fondly. “There is nothing else like it” [Reader] finishes as Bob’s eyes flicker all over her features, and what she described ran through his head. “It does sound amazing�� He replied gently with a smile on his face as [Reader] met his gaze. “It is, it really is” she replied enthusiastically. 

“Bob, it doesn't matter if you don't use your powers” [Reader] added her eyes on his, “you take care of your team, your family. Like..how sue takes care of us” She says softly, “Your just..you. And they like about you, that is what i like about you” [Reader] goes on as Bob a smile was drawn on his face and then his heart stopped.

‘Like?’

‘As in like-like?!’ He stood there, 

“Uh-like?” Bob stuttered out, shaking his head lightly, as [Reader] stood there for a moment and her eyes widened. “O-oh..” She faltered “Oh!” “Uh-yes, like…like you are a very good friend to me” [rReader] chuckled nervously as she patted his back as Bob smiled nervously. “O-oh…” He breathed out as the two stood there. 

“Bo-” 

“Sorry for interrupting the love session” a voice made the two jump and dart to the door, to see Johnny leaning on the door frame with a grin, And with a sigh [Reader] turned to Johnny as Bob looked down avoiding any gaze. “Sue’s calling a family meeting” Johnny replied, his eyes going between the two and then walking back into the building. The two stood there awkwardly before [Reader] took a breath. “I should go attend that” She said softly as Bob looked back up hand on his neck. “Yea…ill see you.” Bob breathed out standing there a bit more, none of them moving. And then [reader] took a step to him, and Bob's eyes widened when she leaned in closer, and her lips pressed to his cheek. Someone's heart was pounding but he assumed that was his. She pulled away and their eyes met. 

“Goodnight Bob” [Reader] said softly with a small smile turning away and walking back into the building, the lovestruck man just there recalling what just happened, his heart not showing any signs of slowing down.

“Yea…goodnight” 

[adult-kinda]

Anything for a Scooby Snack?

Warnings: idol! Jake (although no references to him being one), gf! fem! Reader, short drabble, suggestive, smut references but no outright descriptions of sex, inspired by a TikTok from Shits And Gigs podcast, yes all the lines I came up with myself because I too am a munch

In which Jake has fun with a new trend…

You first saw the trend on TikTok. Well it wasn’t much of a trend but the podcast ShitsXGigs was doing it for fun and the clip had gone viral. So when you looked at your boyfriend Jake who was in the kitchen grabbing a drink, you knew he would be the perfect candidate for your curiosity.

“Jakey!” You called.

He turned around and looked at you with that typical resting golden retriever expression. “Yeah baby?” He answered before taking a gulp of water.

“What would you do for this cookie?”

Water spat right out. He had to have misheard you. Like seriously. There was no way he saw that question coming! You could’ve asked anything like for a snack or a drink but no.

“I’m sorry what?” He exclaimed.

You giggled. “What would you do for-“No I heard you, I just don’t think I understood you!” He interrupted while grabbing a towel to wipe the mess in the counter.

“So what would you do? Like is there a limit for this cookie?” You asked further.

Jake shook his head in disbelief. “Like your cookie specifically? Because baby you taste too damn good you can ruin me with that pussy. There’s no limit and it’s scary.”

You nodded and replayed the video like you didn’t just ask such a one-off question.

“Where is this even coming from?” Jake asked.

You shrugged. “I saw this video on TikTok of James and Fuhad. They’re from that podcast I like. Well anyways they did this segment where they came up with poetry about what they’d do for that cookie.”

Jake walked over to you with a confused look. “And what does that have to do with me?”

“Well you’re a certified munch so I thought you should get on the trend.”

That made your boyfriend chuckle and sit on the couch. Sure, he didn’t mind entertaining you for a bit.

“Okay lemme see.”

You showed him the video and Jake laughed at some of them. Other analogies he was just impressed by. It wasn’t a long video but Jake was already coming up with things in his head.

“Okay so you want me to come up with analogies for what I would do for that pussy?” He clarified.

You nodded and waited for Jake to give you his best shot.

“Okay, call me Bruce Wayne I’ll save Gotham for that pussy.” Jake waited for your approval.

Stunned. Wow. He was a natural at this already.

“Well shit! Baby that’s good!” You cheered.

Jake smiled. “Really? You think so?”

“Yeah! Gimme another one.”

Oh okay, you were really into this! But so was Jake. Something about the rhyming scheme and your enthusiasm egged him on.

“Uh… I’ll pull all nighters, get a 1600, and go to college for that pussy.”

You nodded but not as impressed as the first one. “Okay I see what you tried to do there, but needs more work. Here try another one!”

He took a second to think of something. “Make me a vet I’ll go to war for that pussy.”

Okay! He was getting the hang of it now! “What the fuck? Double entendres in this bitch! That’s your best one!”

While the two of you were laughing Jay walked in to grab something.

“What are you two on about this time?” He mumbled.

“Bro she found this video of guys making references and shit to say what they’d do for the pussy. Apparently I’m good at it.” Jake explained.

You nodded at Jay. “Like actually really good, Jay! Here Jakey, come up with another one.”

Jake chuckled before saying something that came to mind. “I’m Aussie I’ll go down under for that pussy!”

The two of you made sounds of approval. The synchronized “aye” that’s left your lips concerned Jay. You guys were practically one person.

“I don’t get it?” Jay said.

Jake rolled his eyes at that. “Bro just try saying something! It’s actually kinda fun once you’re in the rhythm of it!”

Jay groaned and tried his best to commit to the bit. “I don’t know… call me T’Challa I’ll go black panther for that pussy?”

The phrase made Jake grimace. That just wasn’t correct.

“Nah that didn’t sound right.” You said with a disapproving head shake.

“Yeah it’s more like… idk it comes naturally to me. You just need it to make sense. Like here, call me psychic I see my future in that pussy.”

You gasped and squealed at the creativity. “Jakey please! You’re literally so hot for this!”

When Jake laughed Jay rolled his eyes. He muttered something about you guys being weird before grabbing what he needed and leaving.

“I’m on a roll, huh?” Jake commented.

You nodded and took out your phone to record. “I gotta get at least one for the camera.”

That made Jake smirk. “Oh yeah? Call me Wes Anderson I’ll make a film for that pussy.”

“Aye!” You exclaimed. Yeah, he was just that good at this. “Okay one more!”

“Hm… lost my glasses now I’m Velma, imma search for that pussy.” He said.

Another sound of approval. This would do numbers on TikTok you just knew it. Once the camera cut off unfortunately Jake said one of the best one liners.

“That’s a snack call me Scooby, I’ll do anything for that pussy.”

To say your jaw was on the floor was an understatement. Because it wasn’t just about what he was saying, it was the way he said it with so much confidence. Like he was listing off a grocery list. And the way he looked too. He looked like he believed what he said. Like he would really do anything for that pussy. Jake was truly a munch in every sense of the word. The only person who could rival him was Tyler, the Creator.

“Too much?” He asked sheepishly.

You shook your head. “Enough to make me wanna open my legs right now.”

Jake looked hopeful at that. “Really? You’ll let me right now?”

With one nod Jake was already moving to the floor on his knees. He truly didn’t care where he was, if you offered him your cunt he would take it without hesitation. Zero questions asked. Because truly, who was he to argue? Yeah. Jake really was Scooby Doo. He’d do anything for that pussy.

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[joluvsfinnick]

Etched The Same Pt.3

f!reader x finnick odair

a mini series pt.1 pt.2

summary - soulmates share a scar. you earn yours in blood, while he earns his in silence. but, he doesn’t tell you. not because he doesn’t feel the same, but because he’s terrified you’ll look at him and wish it had been someone else.

warnings - none

a/n - this took me so long im sorry </3 lowkey, lost inspiration for it and struggled. i did my best but forgive me if it seems rushed or odd !

There was no mention of the scar.

Not from Finnick.

Not from Katniss.

Not from you.

You never saw it, not properly. The last thing you remember was the chaos of the arena burning around you, and then the blurred, urgent hands lifting you into District 13’s aircraft. The pain was searing, sudden, your old wound had reopened when they extracted you, but you were too weak, too out of breath, too numbed by shock to understand what it meant.

The scar burned beneath your skin, but you never saw the mark itself.

You woke in a sterile room, the steady hum of machines around you, hands gently pressing cool cloths to your forehead. You were alive, but barely.

Finnick didn’t come for you.

At least, not at first.

You told yourself it was okay. That he had his reasons. That the war, and everything you’d survived—had changed things too much to go back to how they were. But a small, restless part of you hoped for something more.

Nearly two weeks passed in silence.

Until one night, when the door to your room cracked open, and a familiar voice floated in. Your automatic response was to act asleep, afraid that they’d come to pump you full of more pills again.

“Very convincing,” he said, low and teasing. “You should’ve gone into acting instead of murder.”

Your heart jolted, nearly making you forget to breathe.

You kept your eyes down, clutching the blanket, but let the corners of your mouth twitch. “Only if I get to stab someone on stage.”

Finnick slipped inside, leaning against the doorframe like he always did, arms crossed, though there was something softer, more hesitant, in his stance.

“Wow,” you said, pushing yourself up on your elbows. “You finally found my room. Trip over your ego on the way here?”

He smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Had to make sure it was safe. Word is sarcasm’s contagious. One brush with you and I’m doomed.”

You rolled your eyes, but your chest eased, just a little.

He stepped further in, slow, careful, as if testing the space between you.

You looked down at your side, where the old injury throbbed beneath the bandages,

“How bad does it hurt?” he asked quietly.

You hesitated. The truth tangled in your throat, was it the pain in your body, or the ache in your chest?

“On a scale from stubbed toe to beheading? Somewhere around ‘fight a pack of Capitol mutts with a spoon.’”

He winced but laughed softly. “Classic you. Always had a flair for the dramatic.”

“Coming from the man who flirted his way through two bloodbaths?”

His smile softened, eyes skimming your face like he was trying to memorize every line.

He pulled up a chair and sat beside your bed, careful to keep a respectful distance. The space between you felt vast, an ocean of things left unsaid.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

The quiet hum of machines filled the room. Your breath mingled with his, steady and familiar.

You studied him, the way his hands clenched and unclenched, the way his jaw tightened as if holding back something heavy.

Finally, you forced a crooked smile. “God, Finnick. You look like hell.”

“So do you but you don’t hear me complaining.” He chuckled, a sound rough around the edges. “You always know how to make a man feel welcome.”

“Anytime.” Your voice cracked just a bit, but you hoped he didn’t notice.

Something shifted in his eyes, a flicker of pain, or maybe regret, before he looked away.

“2 weeks is a long time,” you said softly.

His fingers tightened.

“I know,” he whispered. “I wanted to. I just—”

He trailed off.

You waited. But the words never came.

There was so much more to say. So many questions burning just beneath your skin. Instead, you settled back against the pillows, letting the quiet speak for you both.

And for now, that had to be enough.

—

The war raged on in a blur of fire and blood, the Capitol’s grip tightening even as the rebels pushed deeper into its heart. You heard the news in fragments, Peeta and Johanna rescued, but Peeta changed, twisted by torture and propaganda. You saw Katniss through the screens, broken in ways that no one could fully understand. The Girl on Fire, extinguished and flickering under the weight of everything she had endured.

Then came the day when President Snow’s reign ended in a flurry of grim justice. Coin’s cold eyes watched as Snow was led to his execution, but relief was short-lived. Before the final shot, Katniss lifted her bow—aimed not at Snow, but at Coin. The woman who promised change but only mirrored the cruelty she vowed to end.

The rebellion won, but at a cost deeper than anyone could count.

After the war, you and Finnick returned to District 4, to the place where the sea met the sky in endless shades of blue and gray. You lived just doors apart, in small weathered homes that carried the weight of a thousand memories, both beautiful and broken.

He was there, almost every night, never demanding, never overwhelming. Sometimes you found him sitting quietly on your doorstep, the salt air heavy with unspoken things. The silence between you was thick but not uncomfortable; it was as if both your wounds still needed space to breathe before they could be spoken aloud.

You were healing from losing everything, your family, your home, the life you thought you had. The absence of their voices echoed in your chest, a hollow ache that no time could fully fill. Every wave that crashed against the shore seemed to carry a memory, a reminder of what was lost and what could never be reclaimed.

Finnick carried his own shadows, shaped by the Capitol’s cruelty and the battles you both had survived. There was a quiet strength in him now, but beneath it, you sensed the weight of things unsaid, things too heavy to share even in the safety of home.

Some nights, you sat together in that delicate balance between grief and hope, words unnecessary. Just two broken souls finding comfort in proximity, a steady presence against the darkness.

Slowly, imperceptibly, healing began, not with grand gestures or promises, but with the simple truth that you were not alone.

—

The evening air was soft, filled with the hush of waves lapping against the distant shore and the occasional creak of the porch beneath you. Finnick sat beside you, elbows resting on his knees, hands idle and uncertain. The sky had begun its slow descent into dusk, painting the ocean in strokes of fading gold and bruised blue. The silence between you had grown familiar, less like distance, more like space to breathe.

Your voice broke the quiet, low and unsure. “I don’t even know if I want to find my soulmate now.”

You didn’t look at him as you spoke, just stared straight ahead like you were watching something invisible unravel on the horizon. “There’s just so much… pain. So much loss. I don’t think I could survive loving someone that deeply, not after everything.” A pause. Your hand curled slightly against your leg. “I think if I let myself hope for that kind of connection, and it breaks—I won’t make it through again.”

Finnick didn’t move, but your words hit like a wave, slow and deep and cold. His breath caught in his throat, held there like it didn’t know whether to leave or stay. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, at the soft tremble in your jaw, the quiet resolve it took to admit something so vulnerable.

And gods, he wanted to tell you. He wanted to take your hand in his and press your palm to the scar on his ribs, to show you the mark that appeared the night you were attacked, the one that still ached when you winced or looked away too long. He wanted to say, It’s me. It’s always been me.

But how could he?

How could he bring it up now, when your grief was still so fresh, when your world had already asked too much of you? When all you wanted was to feel something close to normal again?

He’d seen too much. You both had. And sometimes love, especially the kind written in scars and fate, didn’t feel like salvation. It felt like another risk. Another thing that could be lost.

So instead, he stayed quiet. Let the wind do the talking.

But inside, it tore at him. Every day he didn’t tell you felt like a lie, but every day he thought about telling you felt like another crack that might shatter what little peace you’d managed to find. He thought about the way your body had gone still in his arms as they lifted you into the aircraft. The blood. The wound. The way his own skin split open in the same place at the same time, searing with pain that wasn’t even his.

He remembered the way he’d curled around himself that night in a sterile District 13 cot, gasping, not from the injury, but from the unbearable understanding of what it meant.

You were his. And you didn’t know.

So he just sat there, shoulder barely brushing yours, his silence heavier than any words. His fingers itched with the urge to reach for you, but he held still.

Because he would never take your choice from you. Not after everything fate had already taken.

—

You were helping peel a stubborn orange at Finnick’s counter, one of the only things that still grew well this time of year. The knife slipped. Just a little. Just enough to nick the side of your finger.

You winced quietly, more annoyed than hurt. “Dammit,” you muttered, shaking your hand out as the smallest streak of red welled up. “Of course.”

Finnick looked over from where he stood by the sink, drying a plate with an old dish towel. He set it down, eyes catching the fresh cut.

But then… something shifted in his face. Just for a moment. The faintest flicker of discomfort, like a sharp intake of breath. He flinched, almost imperceptibly, and his fingers flexed like they were burning.

You didn’t notice right away. Not until you caught him subtly rubbing the same spot on his finger.

“Did you cut yourself too?” you asked absently, already moving to rinse yours.

He hesitated. “I, uh… no. I’ve always had this one.”

You glanced at him, brow raised. “Really? I don’t remember seeing it before.”

He shrugged with that casual charm he wore like armor. “It’s nothing. Probably from fishing lines or knives years ago. You know how it is.”

You laughed, soft and amused, bumping your hip against his. “What a pair we are. A little clumsy, a little cracked.”

He smiled back, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

You didn’t think anything of it after that. Just a weird coincidence. Life was full of them now, after all, strange timing, strange grief, strange dreams that left you breathless without knowing why.

But Finnick knew.

He felt the skin split the second yours did. Not deep, not dangerous. But real. Immediate.

Another mark on his body that didn’t belong to him.

He said nothing. Just turned his hand over, inspecting the pale sting of fresh skin. He pressed his thumb over it, slow and steady, as if he could force it away through pressure alone. As if he could protect you from what it might mean.

Because part of him feared what would happen if you saw all the pieces at once.

And part of him, quiet and trembling, hoped that maybe one day, you would.

—

It wasn’t all quiet grief anymore.

Not always.

There were moments now, precious, slow-growing things, where laughter threaded itself back into your lives. Where the ghosts didn’t feel so close. Where it was just you and Finnick, sitting shoulder to shoulder at someone’s porch dinner, trading teasing glances over roasted crab and lemon slices. Or running down the beach barefoot, toes sinking into wet sand as salt sprayed in the air, tasting like the past, but warmer now. Kinder.

You still carried your losses. So did he. But they didn’t feel quite so heavy when shared.

There were nights when he stayed late, sitting on your porch while the ocean murmured in the distance. He’d toss his head back when he laughed, eyes crinkled at the corners, like he hadn’t done that in years. And you’d let your shoulder brush against his just to see if he’d lean into it.

Sometimes, he did.

You were both getting better.

It started as a quiet observation.

Just a flicker of something odd. Barely enough to register at first.

Finnick Odair, the boy practically raised by the sea, no longer swam shirtless.

Not when you visited the beach together. Not when the midday sun scorched through the sand and made even the wind sweat. Not even when other people stripped down and dove into the tide with abandon.

He always wore a wetsuit now.

Every time.

At first, you told yourself it was nothing. A quirk. Maybe just something to do with modesty, or comfort, or habit. Maybe even a little leftover Capitol trauma, and you never dared pry into that too much, not when the shadows in his eyes told you more than words ever could.

But over time, it became harder to ignore.

Finnick used to be all salt-slick confidence and golden skin, unbothered by eyes or attention. You’d seen him shirtless more times than you could count when you were younger. It had never been a thing. Never felt weird. Just him, belonging to the ocean like it birthed him.

And now?

Now he changed quickly. Discreetly. Avoided swimming in front of you altogether unless he had the wetsuit on. Sometimes, when you’d laugh and splash toward him, he’d keep his arms crossed over his chest until the water reached his shoulders. Always careful. Always covered.

You noticed. Of course you noticed.

But how were you supposed to ask someone you considered your best friend, “Hey, why don’t you ever let me see you half-naked anymore?”

It would’ve sounded like a joke. Or worse, an intrusion.

You let it go. Told yourself maybe this was just part of healing. Maybe it helped him feel safe. After everything the Capitol had done to him, to his body, to his agency, you understood why control might feel sacred now.

So you never pushed.

Until the day that changed everything.

It wasn’t even supposed to be a swim day. Just a walk.

A simple, quiet afternoon along the shore, the way you sometimes did after dinners when the food was gone and the air felt too heavy to stay inside. He’d worn a white T-shirt this time, nothing fancy, nothing armored. And you’d thought nothing of it, until the rain came.

It started soft.

Gentle.

The sky turned silver-blue, and the first droplets were light enough to feel refreshing. You glanced up with a grin, expecting him to suggest heading back. But Finnick just smiled at the clouds, that old glint returning to his eyes, the one you hadn’t seen in weeks.

“Race you to the rocks,” he grinned.

And just like that, you were running.

Laughing. Alive.

You chased him through the wet sand, bare feet slipping, heart hammering not from fear this time, but something like freedom. You collapsed beside him on the flat sea rocks, both of you breathless and soaked.

That’s when it happened.

You didn’t mean to see it.

His shirt clung to his skin, sheer and soaked through from the rain. And there, just beneath his ribs, slightly above his waistline—

A shape.

A scar.

You blinked.

Then blinked again.

It was faint, long-healed, but you’d know that shape anywhere. The curve. The depth. The exact pattern your body carried like a brand.

Your scar. You knew that mark. You’d lived with it. Caressed it in moments of silence, in the dark, when you were alone with your thoughts, wondering where it came from, wondering if your soulmate was even real or if it was just a foolish fantasy left behind in the ashes of war.

You’d given up on the idea of a soulmate.

You told yourself that, over and over. The world had changed. You had changed. You didn’t have the luxury of longing anymore.

And Finnick?

Finnick had never shown any sign that he felt the same way. Sure, maybe he had made jokes in the past about taking your soulmates place if he never bothered to show up, but that seemed like forever ago. He was your best friend, the one who’d pulled you from the wreckage of your past—but even in those small, quiet moments where you thought you might see something deeper in his eyes, you reminded yourself not to hope. Not to wish. Not to even dare let those feelings rise again.

Both of you were broken. Both of you had been through too much. You told yourself there was no space left in either of your hearts for things like love. Not anymore.

Yet here you were, looking at the scar, your scar, on his skin.

He hadn’t even turned to face you. He hadn’t said anything yet.

“Where did you get that?” Your voice cut through the rain like a blade.

Finnick froze.

Didn’t turn around. Didn’t speak.

“Finnick.” Sharper now.

“It’s nothing,” he said too quickly. Too quietly.

Your heart dropped. Blood rushed in your ears. “That’s my scar.”

He exhaled, a long, ragged breath that spoke of years of holding back truths he wasn’t sure he could bear to share. In that moment, you remembered the countless nights you’d spent wondering if your secret yearning for connection was ever mutual, even as you tried not to dwell on it. You still loved him, even if you didn’t always let yourself hope; you knew he likely wasn’t ready either.

A quiet stillness enveloped you both, thick and palpable, laden with the shared weight of unspoken sorrows. Your heart, already bruised from so many losses, pounded painfully at the thought that fate, however cruel, had decided to overlap your scars. And there, in that rain-drenched afternoon, you stood, caught off guard by a past you thought had been safely locked away.

For a long, aching moment, neither of you spoke. The sound of the crashing waves and the steady patter of rain filled the silence. Inside you, conflicting emotions swirled, grief for what had been lost, the raw ache of your own memories, and the undeniable truth that despite everything, you still cared, still longed for the comfort and understanding that only he could provide. And you told yourself, over and over, that maybe Finnick didn’t want to think about it either. That maybe neither of you were ready to unpack all the hurt intertwined with what you once believed would be the promise of a soulmate.

Finally, Finnick broke the silence in a voice soft, low, and heavy with everything left unsaid:

“I wanted to tell you, so many times,” he murmured, eyes flickering with the pain of hidden memories. “But every time, I thought… you’ve already been through so much. I never wanted to add more to your burden.”

His words, though few, vibrated with the vulnerability you both shared. And you, standing there in the rain, stunned and unprepared for the honesty in his tone, just listened. There was no space for retort, no moment for explanation. The truth had been laid bare between you in that quiet, raw moment, and in the sound of his whisper, you sensed not just regret, but a hope that perhaps your broken pieces might, someday, find solace in each other.

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t. The realization struck you: you longed for him, even if it meant reopening wounds you both struggled to heal. And for now, in the relentless patter of the rain and the distant roar of the waves, that was enough.

“When?” Your voice is barely more than a whisper, but it cuts through the quiet like a blade.

Finnick finally turns, eyes heavy and rimmed with something raw, grief, guilt, and a fragile kind of hope all tangled together. “The night you were attacked,” he says, voice low, trembling just enough to make you ache. “I felt it like fire… Thought I was imagining it. Hoped I was.”

You swallow hard, the memory of that night crashing over you in waves. The pain, the fear, the silence that followed. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

His shoulders tense, and he flinches like you’ve struck him. His gaze drops to the ground, voice cracking under the weight of confession. “Because I didn’t want you to feel trapped.” The words break through your defenses, shattering your heart in slow, jagged pieces.

“Because you’ve spent your whole life surviving things you didn’t ask for. I didn’t want to be another one.”

Silence stretches between you, thick with everything unsaid. You stand frozen, the storm inside you swirling wildly, anger, relief, sorrow, and a fragile thread of understanding.

He looks up at you again, eyes searching, vulnerable, as if begging you to forgive the silence he kept. For all the times he held his pain inside, alone.

After what feels like an eternity, Finnick takes a slow, steadying breath. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches out, hesitantly at first, and gently brushes a rain-soaked strand of hair from your face.

His touch is light, almost reverent, as if he’s afraid you might disappear if he holds on too tightly.

For a moment, everything else falls away. The scars, the pain, the fear, it’s just you and him, two broken pieces trying to fit back together.

Your heart aches, but there’s something fragile and hopeful in that touch. A quiet promise, unspoken but understood.

You don’t pull away. Instead, you let your hand rise to rest over his, grounding you both in this fragile moment of peace.

The rain keeps falling, but it feels softer now. Like maybe, just maybe, it’s not just washing away the past, but making space for something new.

The rain slows to a gentle drizzle, the sky softening into muted shades of late afternoon. Neither of you speaks right away; the weight of what’s been said still lingers, making words feel fragile.

Finally, Finnick’s voice breaks the silence, low and careful. “I didn’t want to lose you. Lose this friendship. You didn’t know if you wanted to find your soulmate anymore and I—”

You let out a breath—half scoff, half broken laugh. “You idiot,” you whisper, eyes shining. “Seriously, how could you not see how much I wanted you?”

He looks caught off guard, but you press on, years of unsaid things pouring out all at once.

“From the day we met, Finnick. Since day one. You sat next to me on that dock and acted so incredibly cheesy. It hurt.” You shake your head, smile tugging weakly at your lips. “And then it just kept happening. The late nights on the beach, the way you teased me until I couldn’t stop smiling, those dinners with my family where you fit like you’d always been there.”

Your voice softens, but your eyes don’t leave his.

“I started choosing you without realizing it. Every time. Every day. I let you in, into my home, into my heart. And still you thought you’d lose me.”

Finnick’s eyes shine now too, his throat working around words that won’t come.

“And yeah,” you add quietly, “I said I didn’t know if I believed in soulmates anymore. But the truth? The real reason I said that… was because I’d already fallen in love with you. So deep, so sure, that the idea of fate choosing anyone else felt like a goddamn joke.”

A silence settles, thick and holy. Like the entire world is holding its breath around you.

You watch him break, just a little, his shoulders sag, his eyes crumple, like your words hit a place no one else ever dared to touch.

He steps closer, close enough that your chests brush, and when he speaks, his voice is barely a breath.

“You were always it for me.”

And you whisper back, without hesitation, “Then show me.”

His hand cradles your jaw so gently it nearly undoes you, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he touches too hard. And then, finally, his lips find yours.

It’s not rushed, not desperate. It’s reverent. A kiss built from every stolen glance, every almost-touch, every unsaid I love you that never quite made it past your teeth. His hands sink into your hair, your fingers curl into his shirt, and it feels like the whole universe is folding in around the two of you, closing the distance that’s stretched too long.

When you finally pull back, breathing hard, he rests his forehead against yours.

“No more hiding,” he whispers.

“Never again,” you breathe. And for the first time in a long, long time, the future doesn’t feel terrifying.

It just feels like him.

Years later, after a day heavy with the weight of the world, you both lie tangled in the quiet sanctuary of your bed. The room is dim, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting gentle shadows across Finnick’s face as he stares up at the ceiling.

Your eyes drift to his hand, resting lightly on your side. His fingers move almost absentmindedly, tracing slow, delicate circles over the faint scar nestled just beneath your ribs, the scar you both carry now, the one that binds you in ways words never could.

You don’t interrupt him. Instead, you watch.

You know this gesture well, it’s never just idle touch. It’s a ritual, a silent conversation. Years ago, when the world was cruel and uncertain, that scar had been a wound that marked pain and fear. But now, in his touch, it’s become a quiet promise.

He traces the scar like a map, fingertips memorizing every ridge and curve, as if committing you to memory all over again.

You remember the first time he touched it like this, trembling, hesitant, afraid of reopening old wounds, and how you’d reached for his hand, anchoring him, telling him it was okay to carry that pain with you, instead of alone.

For Finnick, the scar is more than a mark of survival. It’s proof that no matter how dark the past, no matter how many battles fought and scars earned, love had found a way to heal. It’s a reminder that even in the worst of times, you were there, and you were his.

He’s silent now, but you feel the steady rhythm of his breath, the slow and sure beat of his heart, the same heart that once raced with fear, now steady with something stronger.

When his fingers pause, you reach up and entwine your hand with his. No words are needed.

He turns his head, catching your gaze, and in his eyes you see all the unspoken things: gratitude, devotion, a quiet kind of forever.

“Always,” he whispers, voice thick with everything he can’t say aloud. You smile softly, pressing your forehead against his.

“Always,” you echo.

And in the stillness, with his hand holding yours and the scar between you, it feels like the world has finally settled.

Like this. This moment, this love, will last.

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— shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, oliver aiku

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shidou ryusei ☆

date night, a chance to flaunt off the new outfits and accessories your boyfriend so graciously bought you. but as you stood in front of the mirror, staring back at your weary-eyed reflection, you felt nothing but dread. flabby skin, dark under eyes, fresh acne scars—everything about you just looked so unappealing. you wish you were out of your own body, lips pulled into a grim frown as you pore over every red blemish on your speckled skin. ugly. disgusting. freak. what would he think if he saw? your fingers itch for your phone, typing out an apology message that never sends when the bathroom door suddenly swings open.

shidou strolls in as casually as ever, smiling wide as he wraps his arms around you. “heya, sweetcheeks~! you ready?” you open your mouth to complain about how he never knocks, never warns you ahead of time, but the genuine excitement in his tone makes you hold your tongue. his gaze skims over you, appreciating your appearance before settling back onto your face. you could wear mismatched socks with denim and frilly lace and he’d still think you’re beautiful. “ugh, traffic was so shitty today. took me an hour to even get here.” he goes on to sulk about his day, intent on rambling until he notices the slight tension around your eyes.

“hey, what is it? anyone i need to beat up?” his voice is considerably softer, more affectionate. he had to see it, right? how could he not? you tug at your sleeves, trying to erase as much skin as possible. at this, shidou’s smile quickly shifts into a frown. “so that’s what it is, huh?” he turns you to look at him, crouching a little so you’re at eye level. your head lowers in embarrassment, and he finds it fucking adorable. “i just… want to be the best for you.” he cocks a brow, face scrunched in confusion.

“but you are the best for me. i don’t want anyone else,” he says, and despite how blunt the words are, you know he means it completely. “i like you all over. ‘specially here—“ he jabs a finger at your face. “here.” another at your body. “and here,” he grins, scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around, all the self-consciousness gone with your squeals and laughter.

“is that enough? or should i show you, too?” he grins, voice dropping a bit, and it’s already too late to protest once he begins carrying you to the bedroom.

you never made it to dinner.

itoshi rin ☆

he called you, and you answered. it was as simple as that.

rin is sitting on a bench beside the training grounds when you find him, hands wringing anxiously behind your back. your boyfriend has been mia lately, keeping to himself with his phone turned off. things had only spiraled since your last argument, and you’re worried this is the end. he doesn’t look up, even after you make yourself comfortable beside him. he lost—lost an important match and a piece of himself, and he’d taken it out on you and your relationship.

“i’m sorry,” you say after a while, the air rushing from your lungs. there was nothing to apologize for, except to fill the awkward silence that hung between you. this was a mistake. you weren’t ready, weren’t even dressed properly. could he see the puffiness under your eyes? the tight lines around your lips? his brows twitch. “why?” rin finally turns to look at you, eyes hard in trepidation. “isn’t that why you called me here? to break up?” you ask. you’re not sure where it all went wrong. did you bore him? is that why his mind kept wandering off? maybe you talked too much, said something that rubbed him off the wrong way and made him uncomfortable. he just sighs, a long, exasperated sound that makes your stomach churn and shoulders stiffen. “no. don’t be ridiculous.”

it’s almost appalling, the fact you’d think he could just let you go after everything. you were like autumn rain in the midst of winter, flits of water sprinkled onto dead leaves. a miracle. the kind of love people yearn for yet struggle to understand. it’s you that motivates him most, not his career, not even his brother or the crowded stadiums and floodlights. he swallows, eyes downcast onto the grass beneath his cleats. “it’s my fault. i’m sorry.” the words feel foreign on his tongue, but his ego wasn’t worth the cost of your relationship. he wasn’t that stubborn.

you stare at him, eyes wide as he reaches for your hand. slowly. tentatively. he doesn’t say anything else, makes no attempt to elaborate once you’re back in his grasp. your head falls to his shoulder, and he lets it linger there, eyes focused on the distant greenery. “i missed you,” he says. it makes you smile.

“i missed you too.”

isagi yoichi ☆

sometimes, he’s just more focused on his career, and that’s okay, you’d never fault him for chasing his passion. but lately, he’s been more distant than usual, replying to your texts with one to two word responses and spending his free time cooped up in the facility. your boyfriend has always been loyal to a fault, but you can’t help feeling anxious. is he bored of you? are you not enough? what if you’ve been too clingy? drove him away? pushed him to find better company? your mind was reeling, thoughts twisting into something ugly and revolting as you bury your face into the armrest.

you’re too distraught to register the front door clicking open and the sound of a duffel bag being dropped onto the floor. isagi catches sight of your silhouette slumped against the couch, a wide smile blooming across his face. you were a sight for sore eyes, especially after today’s debilitating practice. he loves coming home to you, being able to wrap his arms around your waist and inhale your scent. you’re his favorite part of the day, the calm after the storm swirling his mind. he’s not sure how he got so lucky—supportive fans, a steady career, and the perfect partner. it’s not until he steps closer that his smile fades. isagi has always been observant, and the slight tremor of your lip makes alarm bells ring in his ears.

“hey babe. everything okay?” you startle from your thoughts, plastering on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. now he knows something is wrong. “i’m fine. how was practice, yoichi?” he quirks a brow. isagi sits down beside you, taking your hands into his. the touch is enough to soothe your nerves. “what’s wrong? you know you can always talk to me,” he says. you bite your lip, unsure before heaving out a sigh. what if he doesn’t understand? did it even matter? he waits, rubbing his thumb over yours patiently.

“are you… losing feelings for me?”

he blinks. once. twice. before he sputters out with wide, horrified eyes. “w-what?!” one glance at his face made the tension in your chest uncoil. he looks at you like you’ve just accused him of first-degree murder, and you suddenly feel silly. “o-of course not! i love you. i’m lucky to have you. i missed you all day today, y/n,” he rambles on, pulling you tight against his body like it’ll syncopate your skin to his heart racing. “why would you ask that?” was his affection unclear? the puzzle pieces were already sliding into place, and before you can even reply, he groans in displeasure. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i’ll do better from now on, i promise.”

he doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the day, smothering you in kisses and cuddles until he was positive you knew how much you meant to him. #ilovemypartner final boss.

oliver aiku ☆

fuckass aiku. all he sent you was a vague address and a little side note to dress formally. for all you knew, he meant to send it to some other number. one of his many hook ups, you presume. your relationship with him was complicated, to say the least. you had no right to be irked by the deceptively charming smile he plasters on, being one of said many hook ups. but he had wormed his way into your heart, and what started as a fun night became something tumultuous and untethered. front row seats to his games, dinner with his teammates, quiet nights beneath the stars—what you had was beautifully self-destructive. you sigh, replying with a curt i’m here.

standing in the lobby of a high-end restaurant, you suddenly feel vulnerable and ridiculously underdressed. he’s been with multiple people in the past, more than you can even count. do you compare? what if you’re not what he wants? not attractive enough like those lean, model types with sharp features and sharper tongues? is he using you to stroke his ego? does he even really like you? you make your ascent, hand gliding over the reflective handrails. you force yourself to swallow down the bile rising in your throat. this is it. today will be the day you cut it off before it ends you first. it doesn’t take long to find his familiar dual mop of hair in the sea of guests. your jaw clenches.

“fuck you, oliver.” he lifts his head up at the sound of his name, and his eyes light up almost immediately. so lovely. you’re like something out of a daydream. his throat goes dry. “seriously, i’m sick of your…” you trail off, taking in the sight before you—oliver aiku, dressed in a proper suit, dual black and green hair combed neatly and shimmering beneath chandelier lights. he’d planned this. for you. “what are you mad about this time?” he asks, a lazy grin growing on his face. it takes you a moment to settle down, watching him with bated breath like you’re a surprise guest on a sunday morning show, preparing for the curtains to open and confetti to rain down from the ceiling. “what is this?” you ask. he laughs, a rich, earthy sound that makes your heart stutter. aiku leans forward, his brow quirked in amusement. “a date. what else?” he sets a beautifully arranged bouquet of flowers in the center of the table. “for… what reason?”

“wasn’t aware i needed one,” he replies. the arrogant, patronizing aiku you knew didn’t hand out grand gestures like this, much less for someone he’s only ever slept with. you look away, hands fidgeting in your lap and he notices—that cute little gesture you do whenever you’re nervous. he raises a hand in the air, waving the waiter over. you can only watch in bewilderment as he begins to order. “and you? what will our lovely guest have today?” the waiter turns to you, note pad in one hand and pen in the other. your shoulders ease, a slow, incredulous smile making its way onto your face.

how annoying. maybe you’ll stick around a little longer, just to wade the waters.

[mbbmz]

Hii dear! How's your day going?? You posted about thinking about Shinichiro and girl I just love that guy, he's so handsome just could maybe get a Headcannon of the first time he got a blowjob ?? I imagine him getting very stimulated easily and it consumes me-

Feel free to ignore ;)

~ 🌸 (Brazilian)

Heyyy im doing fine, sorry i took so much time. Decided to write a small scenario instead of headcanons, hope that’s okay 🤗 (Shinichiro my love fr)

Sorry it feels rushed, tumblr crashed before I could save so I had to rewrite it, hope you still like it :)

Shinichiro x reader : First blowjob

You’ve been dating for a few weeks now. In that phase where you were trying things, what felt right, what made you fall a bit more for him.

The date was fun, a small ramen shop at the corner. A few hours of chatting, laughing at his corny jokes and stealing kisses.

You invited him in after he drove you home, the words still making him blush even after a few times. Nothing ever happened though, like both of you were waiting for a sign from the other.

The movie was a bit boring, yet he seemed oddly interested in it. At one point your head started to drop. First on his shoulder, then on his chest, and it wasn’t long before you completely laid down, head on his lap. You were more focused on his face than the screen now, trying not to smile at the way he was adamantly fleeing your gaze. You caught on fast, his fingers playing nervously with the blanket, the tips of his ears a bit red… You shifted a bit, cheek on his thigh now.

- "You okay Shin?.." Your voice was sweet, too sweet to be completely innocent.

You felt his body tense under you, blanket shuffling a bit as he tried to adjust.

- "I-I’m fine… Movie’s nice, huh?"

- "Not really."

He ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t even disagree, he wasn’t paying attention. He was more focused on his growing boner and trying to gently shift you away from it. What would you even think of him.

- "Yeah, uh… We can change if you want…" His voice was shaky, and he still wasn’t looking at you in the eye.

- "Hm… Don’t you wanna do something else?.."

He risked it, finally, his eyes slowly moving down to you. You could see the regret on his face, the quiet acceptance of his situation, he couldn’t do anything else to prevent you from noticing his hard on.

Well, you had noticed way before, but he thought he was so smart.

- "… What do you have in mind?.."

You smirked, not saying anything at first. You were too busy letting your hands play with the strings of his sweatpants. You knew you had him in the palm of your hand.

You looked up at him so innocently, while your hands were slowly hiking up his shirt. You waited a bit, but when you saw him bite his lip, you knew he was done.

You kissed the skin next to his belly button, feeling his stomach sucking in from his sensitivity, a playful smile on your face. His hands were clutching at the blanket, his breath starting to stutter.

- "Do you want it?.." You asked quietly, lips still against his stomach, sending small vibrations.

He sucked in a breath, one of his hand hesitantly moving toward your head, before backing away.

- "Fuck… Please…"

He leaned his head back on the couch, forearm now covering his eyes. You were having none of it, gently taking his wrist, kissing the inside of it. You giggled a bit.

- "Are you shy baby?.."

It made him chuckle too, a bit breathless.

- "Don’t laugh, it’s your fault… looking at me like that…"

He wasn’t trying to hide it anymore now. You could see the faint outline of his hardness under his sweatpants. You kissed his skin again, slowly trailing down the small patch of hair leading under his waistband.

His breath hitched when you finally tugged at his waistband, leaving nothing covering him except his underwear. You could see more of him now, the sight making you a bit impatient. Your eyes met his again as you slowly leaned you head down, placing a small kiss over the fabric.

He swore under his breath, voice still somewhat soft, finally gathering the courage to place his hand on the back of your head. Not pushing, just lightly playing with the strands of your hair, like it was grounding him.

You finally pulled down the last piece of clothing, his dick now fully hard against his stomach. There was a small silence, just you watching him.

You looked up, smiling as you wrapped your hand around him, his body jerking under the unexpected pressure. He let out a shuddering breath, unused to being touched by someone else.

The first few strokes were gentle, just you building the pleasure with unwavering rhythm. His free hand flew up to his mouth, maybe by reflex.

- "S-Shit… That’s too good…"

His voice was shaky, a bit breathless. You smiled, his muttered curse feeling like a praise to you. You slowed slightly, watching his stomach tense. Before he could whine about it, you pressed a kiss to his tip, tongue slowly tracing the slit.

His hips jerked, and it almost seemed like he was biting his own wrist. You went slow at first, letting him get used to the feeling. You were so focused on him, on the noises he tried to muffle, on his fingers tangled in your hair… you didn’t mind one bit.

You wrapped your hand around what you couldn’t take in your mouth, making his hips buck up. His hand on top of your head stayed gentle, threading through the strands.

You knew he wouldn’t last long. His breaths were erratic and his hips kept trembling, even his voice was shaky as he let out small curses and praises, things he probably didn’t even realize he was saying.

- "A-Ah! Wait wait- Shit-"

You felt it before you fully realized it. A sudden warmth flooding your mouth, making you cough a bit in surprise. Still, when you pulled back you chuckled a bit, wiping your mouth.

- "Could’ve warned me…" You muttered, voice a bit teasing. You felt him tense.

- "Ah… Sorry babe…"

You smiled, leaning your head on his chest once again as he messily put his dick back in his pants. Neither of you said anything for a while, letting the quiet warmth set in. He kissed the top of your head, arm wrapping around your waist.

- "Thank you… It felt nice…"

- "Only nice?" He froze, you chuckled.

- "Shut it, of course not… It felt even better than I imagined…"

You giggled, kissing his collarbone, making him jerk in surprise. In response, he pinched the skin of your waist, a yelp escaping your mouth as he started tickling you.

You ended up back flat on the couch, his body on top of yours.

- "Y’know I gotta get back to you know, huh?"

You smiled.

- "Cant wait."

[bitchinbarzal]

A Whole Team — N Hischier

⸻

Nico had always been gentle with you.

Even when you didn’t deserve it. Even when you were sharp-tongued and distant. Even when you were too proud to say, You were right.

Because he had been. From the beginning.

“He’s not good for you.”

You’d rolled your eyes when he first said it, over drinks at your favourite bar, tucked in the corner booth like always. You thought it was jealousy, or maybe him being overprotective, a little too Swiss and sensible. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t fight you on it. He just said it quietly, like it was fact. Like he already knew how this was going to end.

“He makes me happy,” you’d said, stubborn.

Nico looked down at the bottle in his hands and replied, “You don’t look happy.”

And maybe that was the last time you were truly honest with him.

After that, things started to change.

You stopped replying to his texts right away. You stopped going to games. You missed his birthday. He didn’t ask questions; he didn’t have to. He was the kind of person who noticed everything, but didn’t push until you were ready.

Your boyfriend, Jason, wasn’t cruel in the way people expected. There were no bruises, no hospital visits, no dramatic fights in public. It was more insidious than that. Quiet control. Gaslighting. A slow erosion of self-worth.

You used to be bold. Opinionated. Loud when you wanted to be. Now, you apologised for laughing too much. You second-guessed everything you wore. You hesitated before answering your phone when it rang.

And Nico saw it all.

Every time he passed you at a team event, every time you slipped out of a birthday dinner early or looked over your shoulder a little too often.

But he didn’t say anything.

Not until you called him.

It was a Friday night, and Nico was out with the guys: Jesper, Jack, Timo, Dougie, and a few others. The team had just wrapped a west coast road trip and were finally back in Jersey. They were half a round of drinks in when Nico’s phone started to buzz on the table.

He glanced at it.

Your name.

He froze.

“Hey, it’s her,” Jack said, peering over his shoulder. “You gonna answer?”

Nico didn’t hesitate. He was already standing.

The bar faded away when he stepped outside to take your call. The cold air bit at his skin, but he barely felt it. You didn’t say hello. You didn’t say his name.

“Can you come get me?”

His stomach dropped.

“Where are you?”

“Home. But he’s gone. He left an hour ago, said he’ll be back at midnight. I… I need to go. I can’t stay here anymore.”

Your voice was trembling.

Nico’s chest tightened. “Okay. Okay. Do you have bags? What do you need me to—”

“I need help,” you said, voice cracking. “Can you… can you bring someone?”

You didn’t think he would show up thirty-five minutes later with half the Devils roster behind him, hoodies pulled up, baseball caps low, their expressions deadly serious.

Jesper and Timo started in the kitchen, clearing out drawers, boxing up dishes and mugs. Jack and Dougie took the living room, unplugging electronics, folding throw blankets, keeping their voices low like they knew how thin the walls were.

Nico stood beside you in the bedroom.

You hadn’t moved since he got there. You’d opened your closet once, pulled out a suitcase, and then just stood there.

Your eyes were wide. You were shaking.

“I don’t know what to take” you whispered.

He didn’t push. He just stepped closer, took the suitcase from your hands, and quietly started folding your clothes.

Shirts. Jeans. That cardigan he used to pull over your shoulders when you forgot a jacket. The hoodie you stole from him years ago that you still wore around the house.

He packed everything gently, like it might break.

Like you might break.

“Nico,” you whispered, voice tight, “what if he comes back?”

“We’ll be gone before then.”

“He’ll be so angry.”

Nico didn’t look up from the drawer he was clearing.

“Then he can be angry. But he won’t touch you.”

There was something final in the way he said it. A promise.

You swallowed hard.

“I’m sorry,” you said suddenly, eyes filling. “I’m so sorry I didn’t listen. I pushed you away. I made you feel like you were wrong.”

He turned to you then, his face soft and serious.

“I wasn’t trying to be right. I just wanted you safe.”

They moved quickly.

Jesper gave you a quiet smile as he wheeled out your second suitcase. “Don’t worry, we’ve all done dumber things for girls. You’re good.”

Jack, already halfway down the hall, called back, “Speak for yourself! I make excellent choices.”

You almost laughed. Almost.

Nico was the last one to leave the bedroom. He glanced around once, taking it all in, making sure nothing was forgotten, and then reached for your hand.

“You ready?”

You nodded.

It didn’t feel like a victory. It felt like survival.

But his hand didn’t let go the whole way to the car.

You stayed with him that night.

Of course you did. You didn’t ask and he didn’t offer; he just brought you home and made up the guest room. You didn’t use it.

You stood in the hallway, fingers twisting in the sleeves of your sweatshirt, and said, “Can I stay with you? Just for tonight?”

Nico just stepped back and pulled back the blanket.

You fell asleep with his arm wrapped around your shoulders and his chest rising steady beneath your cheek.

And for the first time in what felt like months, you didn’t dream of running.

It wasn’t easy after that.

Trauma didn’t disappear just because you left. Sometimes you’d flinch when someone shut a door too loud. Sometimes your breath would hitch when a text came through from an unknown number. Sometimes you’d cry in the shower and say it was just the steam.

But Nico never left.

He made you tea without asking. Left a toothbrush beside his. Made space for you in his life without acting like it was an inconvenience.

The guys texted too: check-ins, dumb memes, offers to kick his ass if you ever changed your mind.

“You’ve got a whole team now,” Nico would say with a little grin.

But only one of them made your heart ache in the way it did for him.

Weeks passed. You got stronger.

You started laughing again. Wearing lipstick. Singing along to the radio.

Nico watched it all with quiet pride.

He never tried to blur the line. Never made a move. Never said I told you so.

But one night, you came home late from work to find him sitting on the couch, half-asleep, with your favourite movie already queued up on the screen.

He looked up when you walked in, eyes soft.

And you just stood there for a moment, blinking at him.

“You waited for me?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “Didn’t wanna start without you.”

And maybe that’s when you realised it.

You were never waiting on the wrong man.

You were just too scared to believe the right one had been beside you all along.

The first time you kissed him, it wasn’t dramatic.

You were brushing your teeth. He came up behind you to hand you a towel. Your eyes met in the mirror and neither of you looked away.

He leaned in slowly, cautiously.

And you kissed him like you’d been waiting to exhale for months.

He just held you after, kissed your forehead, and whispered, “You’re safe here.”

[kxrouki]

⋆˚꩜｡ Hey Lover!

˚.⋆college!Kurona Ranze x f!reader ⋆.˚

ෆ college au, fluff, romcom, one-shot, not proofread

ෆ word count: 1.3k words

ෆ a/n: i saw this one tt (@junassenyor) where they were playing Hey lover with the guitar and violin, and i saw a vision🙏 I’ll be making one for Rin and Kiyora too!

ෆ i have no musical talent at all so I’m so sorry in advance for those who really play instruments if I’m not making any sense at all😭

It all started in Kurona's dorm. He was looking for his notes from history class whilst you were simply waiting for him on his desk chair. You noticed an open notebook with scribbles, doodles of sharks and multiple crumpled papers around it. It wouldn’t really count as invading his privacy... Right?

Nonetheless, you took the notebook. It had lyrics on it. On top of each, there were chords. Multiple scribble marks, probably didn’t sound right. The lyrics became more familiar. As your fingertip grazed over the page, Kurona had called out.

"(Name) sorry, sorry." He scratched his nape shyly. You were startled by his voice disrupting your focus. "It's alright, Kurona." His gaze landed on the notebook you were holding. His eyes slightly widened. You followed his gaze, trailing down to the notebook. You realized.

"Oh— I’m sorry! I didn’t look at the other pages, I promise! I really just got curious about the scribbles and all. I hope you.. uh.. don’t mind" he shook his head.

"It’s okay, I don’t mind. It’s you anyways" he walked over to look at the page. You were glad he didn’t fuss about it, completely brushing off his last statement. You remembered, "Hey, Kurona. Do you think you can play 'Hey Lover' for me sometime?" You never knew he played an instrument—well—truth to be told, you never were close to him. This would be good to get to know each other right?

He seemed hesitant, and unsure. He gave a simple nod. "When will you be free?" He asked.

You thought about it for a while, "Maybe saturday?" He nods, "okay, okay"

"The park after lunch?" It sounds like a plan. You were glad to have a new friend.

The days went by quick—as if your excitement didn’t make you stare at the clock for hours, waiting for the day to go by. You both had talks through the phone, and he's known that you play the violin and even asked you to bring it.

You looked in the mirror, turning your side, back and front. Your short denim skirt swaying at your movements, paired with a cute henley top and black stockings. Keep things simple and cute. You grabbed your violin case and headed to your door.

Knock.

You blinked.

You weren’t expecting a visitor today and—out of all days?!

You huffed as you put your case down and made your way over, opening the door to be greeted by no other than... Kurona himself.

You both froze midway in action.

Okay—no questions asked why you were surprised. But him? Definitely worth a brow raising.

'Hey, hey, hey lover'

"Hi, Kurona! I didn’t expect you to.. come over" you waved, still a bit awkward, given how little you both have interacted with one another.

He waved back too, still evidently surprised. "Hi, Hi"

'You don’t have to be a star'

He wore a casual baby blue hoodie, denim pants and his guitar strap slung over his shoulder.

"Wanna go to the park?" He asked. You snapped out of your trance and nodded. "Oh! Yeah—just let me get my violin real quick" You quickly went back in and grabbed the case.

She really plays the violin. That’s cool, cool. Totally cool. He awkwardly stood by the door, fiddling with his hoodie strings.

'Hey, hey, hey lover!'

You went back over to him, violin case in hand. "Yeah, let’s go!"

A warm smile settled on your lips. If it weren’t for the bad lighting, you’d see the painfully obvious dust of pink on his cheeks and ears almost the same shade as his hair.

'I love you just the way you are'

The walk to the park was quiet. Maybe a few light banters—mostly about music, interests, favorite artists, songs, and genres. It wasn’t chaotic, loud and whatever more. It felt peaceful and.. calming.

The awkward tension started to slowly die down by each minute—being replaced with ease, and somehow a bit of vulnerability.

You both got to the park. Deciding to settle down on the grassy field. He pulled out his guitar, as well as the notebook from the other day. You, on the other hand, took your violin out of its case. Carefully dragging your fingers on the strings.

'For love is just the same'

Funny enough. It was as if you both were sharing the same braincell— wondering how your instruments would sound when played together.

You grabbed your bow, and gently pressed it on the strings of your violin—pulling a soft note from it. He tuned his guitar, putting his capo on the first fret and playing simple chords to warm up.

'Without fortune or fame'

He did the starting notes of the song, looking at you ever so often. He used his gaze instead of his words, asking if you’ve got it. You played it a few times—a few notes a bit crooked.

"Ah, G right?" You questioned, he let out an unsure hum. Strumming a different note, seemingly testing the waters.

"Let’s try with G" he looks up at you, cueing your start. It went well—just messed up the last part of the intro. It’s good work honestly, considering the fact you were playing by ear. You tried a few more times, ending up in laughter with Kurona.

"Wait—wait, play it on the guitar again" you tried to listen intently to the notes. He had a soft smile, happily strumming for her. "Okay I think I got it?" You glided your bow against the strings—you were slightly better than the previous few tries.

'Just give me true love and understanding'

"You’re almost there!" His smile was wide now. His fangy teeth subtly showing—you got too caught up with it and messed up. "Agh—! Sorryy!" You apologized profusely.

'True love and understanding'

"It’s okay, it’s okay! Let’s keep trying" and eventually—you did get the intro right. You both switched notes a few times, switching from G to A and back again. You struggled a bit after the intro.

'Hey, hey, hey lover!'

"Okay, okay hold on. Waitttt!" She laughed as he teasingly played the part too quickly for her to even comprehend. "At this point this is mockery!" She whined whilst a laugh still echoing in her throat.

'You don’t have to be a king'

"Sorry, sorry. I had my fun now" he says as his laugh slowly dissolves. You both probably took 4-8 minutes trying to figure it out. You both did in the end.

'Hey, hey, hey lover!'

"Ready..." He cued, you started to play the intro then tremendously failing. He laughed at your grimace, "shhhhh! I’m redoing!" You tried again, this time you did well. He did the next part but accidentally strummed wrong. "Shit—" this time, you were the one laughing.

'You don’t have to be a thing'

"Very funny, very funnyy" he rolled his eyes. "Again"

'For I’ll be satisfied'

You both got serious and actually.. you both got to it. He was mainly the one who played, you simply improvised some parts. It sounded beautiful.

'Long as you are my guy'

Felt like spring's air breezing over the calm skies. It was gentle, calming and peaceful.

'Just give me true love and understanding'

Being with her felt gentle, calming and peaceful. Kurona probably didn’t realize what he felt was another blossoming passion.

'True love and understanding'

You both played the song again, this time Kurona nudged you to sing. You shook your head in embarrassment when he first asked. But he really did nudge you to it, so you ended up doing so.

He was completely enamored by you. To him, you were the epitome of passion.

'For the rest of my days'

It didn’t take words for you both to understand each other. The melody did.

And you both would probably have it no other way than that.

[yik3sssssss]

Yo, Who’s That?

Freshman!Reader X Sophomore!Chris

THIS IS P4

P1 HERE

A/N: This is a ra from my gorgeous mutual @sturniolobananas1 love youuuu!!! and YES i don't put uppercases in my writing, i apologize if you don't like that...!!

In which YN moves from a small city in South Texas, to Boston. Her older brother Quinn introduced her to someone who was gonna make her freshman year a bit more interesting.

dinner was amazing, chris paid for my entire meal. we had our fingers intertwined the whole time, playful squeezes and soft rubbing.

i had almost fallen asleep from how long it took everyone to pay, until i feel a soft pat on my thigh. i look up and see chris smiling, gathering his things while he stands up.

“cmon, yn. we’re leaving. lemme drive you home.” he says with a soft smile, running his fingers through his hair. why was that so hot? “yeah, sorry. i almost fell asleep. why does my mom take so long to pay?” i say with a giggle as i grab my purse and phone.

chris and i got into his car, matt and quinn went with my mom to go to cvs or some shit. i get settled into the passenger seat, pulling my seatbelt over my chest and buckling in.

his car smelled like axe body spray and leather. he starts the car, looking over at me and smirking, wigging his eyebrows, making me laugh.

“you’re a cornball, christopher.” i say though a giggle, grabbing his free hand. “bro, your room is literally full of frank ocean posters. that shit is hella corny.” he says through a chuckle. i gasp loudly, “i thought you liked me!”

“i do.”

i pause and look up at him, i couldn’t hold back a wide grin that covered my face. “you what?” i ask softly. “i said i liked you.” he murmured, his hand finds mine, intertwining immediately. we were sitting in the olive garden parking lot, confessing our feelings towards each other.

but it felt so fucking good.

i stared at him for a moment. his brown curls, blue eyes, and those fucking lips. i slowly lean over, i could feel my heart beating out of my chest, i could hear it and i bet chris could too. my eyes flutter shut as i connect our lips.

i want nothing more in this moment than to keep our lips connected forever. it’s not perfect. it’s a little clumsy and too soft at first, but it’s real.

and when he pulls me in closer, just a bit, it’s like he’s saying what neither of us can find the words for. i move my hands to his face as his hand remains on my thigh. i slowly pull from the kiss, our noses still touching.

“took ya long enough.” he murmurs against my lips, making me giggle. i pull away and smile. “i’ve been wanting to do that all night.” i confess. “i’ve been wanting to do that since we met, sweetheart.” he murmurs, looking at me with his hands on the wheel, starting to leave the parking lot. “me too…” i say softly.

then he does that fucking look. that one when a hot guy is backing out of a parking space, with his hands behind your head looking back. his jawline making me want to stop the car and kiss him senseless. i gently bite my lip, staring.

the drive home was a comfortable silence, his hand in my thigh or in mine, the soft sound of lil skies playing at a low volume, an occasional soft peck at red lights, giggles and smiles.

we turn on my road, i squeeze his hand, i didn’t want him to leave. i look at my house as he parks in front of it, we both get out. he walks me up to the door, quiet now, like the night somehow swallowed up all the jokes we were telling in the car. the porch light flickers behind me, and i feel him looking at me, but neither of us moves yet.

“goodnight,” i whisper, even though i don’t want the night to end. “goodnight,” he says back, and for a second i think that’s it—that he’s going to turn and walk away.

but then he takes a small step closer.

he leans in like he’s asking permission, and i don’t even think—i just rise onto my toes and meet him halfway. the kiss is soft. like a secret. just one, maybe two seconds. but it makes my whole body feel like it’s glowing from the inside out.

when we pull apart, i can still feel him there. the warmth. the weight of it. he gives me that fucking smirk, the one that makes my heart trip over itself. “sleep good,” he murmurs, voice low. and i just nod, too dizzy to say anything else.

there’s no fucking way i’m sleeping after this.

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Good Boy

Warnings: Bit of violence, talk of a car accident, implications of murder

Part 3 of Always Been You

Jax’s fist came down on Will’s face, his other hand gripping his shirt. He wasn’t holding back. “You fucked with the wrong girl, asshole.” He spat as Will choked on some of his own blood. 

“What’re we gonna do with him after?” Tig asked, leaning against the back of Will’s car, smoking a cigarette. He was letting Jax deal with him. It was clearly personal. 

He looked over at him, breathing heavily. “Just waitin’ on ma. Then he’s having a car accident.” He explained before his attention was back on Will. A few more hits and it was clear Will wasn’t conscious anymore. Standing up straight, Jax flexed his hand a bit. 

Hearing a car, the men looked over. “Speak of the she-devil.” Tig laughed. 

Gemme parked the car and slid out. “There’s a package in the trunk, boys.” She told them. 

“Thanks, ma.” Jax made his way towards the trunk. 

You were cooking dinner a couple days later when your phone rang. Seeing Will’s mother’s name, you groaned. While she was nice, you had a feeling this wasn’t a ‘how’re you doing’ call. “Hello?” You answered. 

“Oh, sweetie.” You heard her sniff.

Honestly, you assumed she was calling about the breakup. “I’m guessing Will finally told you we broke up.” You sighed. “I’m less angry and hurt than I was, now I’m jus-“

“You broke up?”

You furrowed your brows. “Yes. Wait, I’m confused. What happened? I assumed you were upset because I dumped him.” Why else would she be crying like that?

There was a moment of silence. “Will was in a car accident. There was a woman in the car with him. I assumed it was you, but my gut told me to call you.” She explained. “It was fatal. Both bodies were…unidentifiable.” You watched enough ID channel to know exactly what that meant. They would have had to use dental records. 

“Holy shit. I’m so sorry!” You moved to sit down. “I think I know who was with him. Her name was Grace. He was cheating on me with her. That’s why we broke up.” You explained. 

“I’ll let the police know. They were asking if we had any idea of who it was. I gave them your name, so they might be coming to your house.” 

“Thank you for the heads up.” Your tone was soft. “I am so sorry about Will. Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“I will. And I’d like to keep in touch, okay?”

“Of course.” You agreed before the two of you said your goodbyes and hung up. That was so unexpected! 

Hearing a pounding on your door, you went to answer it. You knew that knock from movies. “Can I help you?” You asked, looking between the two cops.

“We’re investigating the death of Will Smeth.” One explained. “We were given your name by his mother.”

“I actually just got off the phone with her. She had been thinking I was with him but her gut told me to call. She said it was a car accident.” Why would that be investigated?

“It was pretty bad.” Said the slightly younger one. “Was there anyone who would want to harm Mr. Smeth?”

You shook your head. “Not that I know of.” There was no way you’d tell them Jax would have love to knock his ass out. “We broke up the other day.” No need to completely lie. “He was cheating on me, but I don't know if the other woman was seeing anyone or married.” 

The first cop took out a notepad and glanced at you. “What was her name?”

“Grace Hyles.” You told them. “I only met her a couple times. I had been under the impression they were just friends.” Your tone made it clear you felt stupid. “I found out, broke it off, and haven’t seen him since.” You shrugged a shoulder. His box of stuff had been left on his doorstep while he was at work.

Hearing a motorcycle, the three of you glanced at the road to see Jax going by. “Are you associated with Jackson Teller?” 

“We’re friendly. We grew up down the street from each other, and he’s always been nice. Why?”

“Just curious.” He mused, eyes going back to you. “I’d steer clear of getting too close to him. Teller is bad news.” It was clear he thought very little of the biker down the street.

“Right.” You nodded. What the hell did you say to that? “I hope that you two enjoy the rest of your evening. I was in the middle of making dinner, and I’d like to bake something for Will’s parents. They were always nice to me.” Even if their son sucked.

“Of course, ma’am. Thank you for your time.” He said with a tip of his head before they made their way back to the squad car. You watched them for a moment before quietly shutting the door and locking it. 

“Please no more surprises.” You muttered to yourself, heading back to the kitchen. Seeing Jax standing there, you nearly jumped out of your skin. “Jesus Christ, Jax!” You slapped his arm. “What the hell?” 

He took a piece of the ground meat you were cooking, a smirk on his face. “Well, I didn't want the cops to see me walk up to the front door. Remember that old path through the woods? Took that to get here.” He shrugged. “Your back door was unlocked. You should keep it locked.” He ‘scolded’ you. 

You shot him a half annoyed look. “Would you stop picking at my dinner? I’m sure I made enough for us both.” You swatted his hand away from stealing another piece, making him laugh. “And I thought that path would have been overgrown by now. I haven’t thought about that in years!” The two of you used to run between each other’s houses using that trail. 

“So, the club is paying for your cameras.” He shoved his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t get his hand swatted at again. 

All you could do was stare at him. “Why?!” You weren’t part of the club. Sure, you knew some of the members, but not well . Gemma had always been pretty chill, a little intimidating, though. Your mother and her really didn’t get along, but she always let you play with Jax when you went over there. You couldn’t read Clay one way or the other. As you got older you just assumed the man was guarded around people outside the club. 

Jax gave you a ‘really?’ look. “You’re family.” 

“No, I’m not. I’m not a member. And I’m not related to anyone in the Sons, or dating anyone in it.” You countered, working on dinner some more. “Can you get me a jar of sauce from the pantry?” 

Pushing off the counter, he went to grab some. “You’re family because we say you are.” He told you when he came back, handing you the jar. “Ma would have my ass if I didn’t keep you safe.” 

“Wait, what?” You glanced at him before moving to drain the pasta. “I thought she just kinda put up with me because I was a kid who liked to play with you and wasn’t afraid of Clay.” To be fair, you kinda were, but you wanted to play with Jax too much to let that stop you.

He watched you, feeling this felt natural. Just being there. “You remember when we were 8, and you were having trouble with that bully?” 

“Yeah. You throat punched him, and got suspended.” That bully left you alone after that. 

“Ma was proud.” He grinned, clearly still proud of himself. “She got me an ice cream, told me good job, and to make sure I was there if you needed me.” You could show up at his door at 3 am needing his help and he would be there. 

Stirring the meat, veggies, and sauce with the pasta, you let that information sink in. “I had no idea.” You said softly. 

“Now you do.” His voice was almost as soft, a caringness to it that you weren’t used to. “So. The club is buying you those cameras. Juice will be over one of these days to install them.” He explained. 

“I think I met him a couple times.” You asked, moving to get a couple plates. “Can you get the garlic bread from the oven, please?” 

Nodding, he moved to grab the pot holders and did just that. “I’m pretty sure you have, too.”

“Alright, make your plate and I’ll get you a beer.” 

As promised, Juice came over your next day off. He got your cameras installed quickly, and you sent him off with some chocolate chip cookies. They weren’t homemade, but still really good! There was a camera in your garage, on your front porch, in your living room (he’d make a joke about maybe not getting busy with anyone in that room, which made you laugh and blush), and one facing your backyard. You felt that was pretty good coverage. He’d explained how to log into its storage, and that Jax also had the log in. That really made you not want to ‘get busy’ with anyone in the living room! Not that you were wanting a man at the moment. 

An hour after he left, you got an alert that there was movement in your yard. Opening the app, you were surprised to see Jax…with a dog? “What?” You muttered, going to answer the door. “Jax, why do you have a dog?” 

“This is Bonnie.” He scratched behind her ear. “She couldn’t finish the K9 academy. Apparently she sucks at sniffing out drugs.” He chuckled. “But she passed the whole ‘attack’ part.” 

You nodded. “So you decided to adopt her?” The thought of him randomly adopting a dog was beyond amusing. Had you ever seen him with a dog before? Nothing came to mind.

“No. Well. Yeah? She’s for you.” He grinned. “Thought she would be perfect for some home protection.” 

Crouching, you giggled as she licked your face. “She’s so sweet.” You smiled up at him. “What about when I go back to school? Some days I’m gone all day.” 

“We’ll get a doggy door for your backdoor. Get her a little dog house.” He suggested. 

“Or…on days I know I’ll be gone all day, you can play doggy daycare?” You chuckled. “I mean, unless you have stuff to do that day.” You mused, looking back to her. “We’ll figure it out.” You said more to yourself than anything. “Looks like I need to make a run to the store. It won’t be anything fancy, though.” You had paid quite a bit to get your brake line fixed, afterall. “Can you watch her while I run to the pet store?” 

“Orrrrr we can come with you? Pet store lets you bring in pets on a leash.” He countered with that boyish grin. “I promise I’ll be a good boy.” 

You blushed at that. “Sure you will.” You teasingly muttered. “Let me get some shoes on and get my purse.”