#thanks for the ask though I loved this one it was so cute to think about!!!

[formulawolff]

“you taste sweeter” — m.v.

pairing -> social worker!reader x max verstappen

word count -> 3.3k (oopsies!)

warnings -> cussing, slight angst, mentions of hate comments online, desperate + needy max, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, sweet moments, slight praise kink, tender max, yadayadayada

a/n -> the win in brazil today inspired me to write. it’s probably not my best work buttttt someone asked for a part ii to this fic here. i hope you guys enjoy! <3

"i'm sorry that this weekend has been a shit show."

lips press against your knuckles, carefully caressing them one by one.

"stop it," your hand darts out, cupping his cheek, "you're always so hard on yourself."

a chuckle rumbles in his chest, and you catch the hint of stars in his gaze as your eyes meet.

"i think i deserve to be a little harsh on myself. p17 is ridiculous."

you exhale, shaking your head slightly, "but you have to remember that was not your fault. you cannot control the weather, and you sure as hell cannot control what happens when the track is slick."

"i just feel terrible," he shrugs, folding his arms against his chest, "you flew all the way out here to just get drenched. you had to wake up with me at god knows what time to make it to the track. i'm supposed to be up in the fucking front and now i don't even feel like i have a chan-"

"stop it," your jaw clenches, "i wouldn't have flown out if i didn't want to be here. i wanted to be here and support you, max. there is nowhere else i would rather be than by your side."

the corners of his lips twitch into a meek smile, the dutch driver leaning in, "you're so fucking cute when you're all riled up."

"only because i hate to see you be so hard on yourself!" you protest, throwing your hands up in the air, "you are a generational talent. i wish you could see that."

"thank you baby," you can't help but notice that he's beaming now, "thank you, for being here."

"like i said," you murmur, your heart skipping a beat as you find the space between the two of you dissipating by the second, "there is nowhere else i would-"

"maxxxx! it's time for -- oh my god i am so sorry."

gianpiero's voice cuts through the space, the two of you shrinking back as he stands in the doorway the driver's room, a hand over his mouth.

"don't worry about it," max clears his throat, shooting you one more look before turning to gianpiero, "is it time?"

"it's time," max's race engineer confirms, checking his watch, "we need to get moving."

"all right," max sucks in a breath, rising to his feet, "i guess it's time."

you mirror his action, ensuring that you have your race day bag before shifting toward him. his arms wrap around your frame, bringing you in for a tight embrace.

for a moment, he's still, not moving a muscle as you bury your head into his chest. his fingers knead into your shoulder blades, strands of hushed dutch filling your ear. the words are tender, almost as if he was promising you something.

you weren't quite sure what, though.

"good luck out there tiger," you whisper, "i believe in you."

his arms pull away, the driver's lower lip trembling ever so slightly as he begins to follow gianpiero. before leaving the room, he ensures that gianpiero's back is turned, nearly bounding back toward you.

lips crash into yours, a hurried but passionate kiss. forceful enough to leave your knees buckling, yet laced with a sweetness that you couldn't quite place your finger on.

"i love you."

heat flourishes into your cheeks as he departs, looking back over his shoulder one more time before jogging down the hall, in efforts to catch up with gianpiero.

your heart flutters, a coziness seeping into your chest as you catch your breath.

max was never one to let his emotions get in the way of race day. he was always so poised, so focused on what was ahead. he was never privy to publicly showcasing his affection to you either. especially on sundays.

it never bothered you, really. you knew the stakes involved. you knew how important this was to him. you were well aware of the way people spoke about him online and in the media. lately, it had been nothing but negative energy. not only from the press and commentary, but from the fans as well.

you never overstepped. you never teetered over the boundaries he set in place for race weekends. you always ensured to keep your affection away from the public eye.

so, to witness that desperation to kiss you one last time. to hear those three words before he left. to feel him against pressed against you, reluctant to let go.

to you, that was everything.

and as voices buzzed in the air, the tension nearly electric as members of the crew paced around the garage as the rain pounded against the tarmac, max verstappen could only think about one thing.

and that one thing, was you.

─── ��� ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

droplets of water scatter about, the team rushing toward the car as a shiver runs down your spine.

max slips out of the car, nearly tumbling as he makes his way to the ground. your limbs itch, from your fingers to your toes, nearly screaming to take a step forward.

to make your way toward him.

he's drenched, the color of his suit a few shades darker as he claws his helmet and balaclava off, running a hand through his hair. his eyes scan through the garage briefly, picking through the throng.

his brow is furrowed, lips wound tight together with concentration.

you know he's looking for you.

yet, you don't move.

there was too much to risk if you approached him. in the aftermath of colapinto's crash, a red flag was issued on the track. with max's current position behind ocon and the ability to change tyres, there was a new opportunity presented before him.

the opportunity to overtake ocon from p2 to p1, therefore maintaining the lead and potentially winning the grand prix.

however, there were other factors present.

with a fresh start, the other drivers were presented with the same opportunity. lando norris in the rocketship of the mclaren would also be able to overtake as well, potentially threatening max's chance of a win. and with the current conditions of the track, who knew what would happen in the final thirty laps.

there was so much to consider. so much to speculate. so much to lose.

and because of that, you knew you couldn't interfere.

you couldn't do that to him.

to max, winning meant everything.

and to risk throwing him off over a simple hello or you're doing great? you couldn't bear the weight of knowing you had something to do that. you couldn't be the reason he lost momentum.

so, you stayed put, now blending in with the crew as they returned back into the garage, max sailing off down the pit lane, back in the direction of the track.

yet, as the dutch driver clutches the wheel, his heart thumping against his chest, he could only focus on one thing.

that bright, beautiful smile plastered across your face the moment you saw his car rolling up toward the pit.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

"come here!"

he practically barrels into you, sweeping you into his arms. tears stream down your cheeks, cries of joy bubbling up in your throat as he squeezes you.

"i-i love you," he sputters, "fuck i love you."

your head tilts back, lower lip quivering as you take him in.

his eyes are tinged pink, glossy as your fingertips trace along his jaw. there's a swarm coming any minute now, ready to hoist him up on their shoulders, jeering his name. in the grandstands, there's the dull roar of the crowd, chanting along with the crew. his suit is soaked through, leaving a wet imprint all over your clothes.

yet, there is nothing else that matters but him.

"i love you m-more, maxie," you sniffle, wiping away a tear, "y-you have no idea how fucking proud of you i am."

his mouth collides with yours, a heated, heavy kiss as the rain patters. your hand wraps around the base of his neck, tangling into his hair as his mouth opens, deepening the kiss. his tongue slides along your lip, seeking entry.

you're about to let him in before he breaks away, nearly panting. a crimson hue paints his cheeks, his chest heaving.

"fuck."

"what?" you press, your brow arching.

"nothing," he shakes his head, nearly bewildered as he studies you, "you just look beautiful. so fucking beautiful right now in the rain."

your own clothes are beginning to cling to your body, damp from the stormy morning. your makeup is still intact, but smudged slightly from the kiss and the humid atmosphere. he can sense your exhaustion, but your eyes are wide, nothing but adoration swimming in their depths. drops cling to your hair, glittering as you cock your head.

"you just won a race and you're worried about how beautiful i look?"

to max, there was no other word to describe you in this moment but ethereal. a stunning ray of golden, pure light as the clouds hung low in the sky.

not just any light.

his light.

at your sentiment, his gaze hardens, the dutch driver's jaw clenching as the pad of his thumb grazes your cheek.

"y-you have no fucking idea what you do to-"

"max!" a voice cuts in, nearly grating through all the noise, "what a hell of a race that was!"

you bite down on your tongue as christian horner comes into view, along with numerous members of the crew. max's eyes dart to you, but he's swiftly whisked away, the sensation of his warm hands merely a phantom.

however, your mind can't help but replay the kiss. the way his hands roamed, desperate to bring you in closer than you imagined possible. the adrenaline coursing through your veins, the two of you floating from the euphoria. the way you swore you could see stars gleaming in his stare as you cried, overwhelmed with pride.

pride for your man.

the man who managed to go from p17 to p1 in a single race. the man who made a statement.

the man who managed to pull off the impossible.

and he was yours.

all yours.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

"you have no idea how much i've been looking forward to this."

sweats cling to his hips as he is snuggled against you, arms wrapped around your waist. his head rests on your chest, lashes fluttering as you run a hand through his hair. you're almost underneath him, his body nearly squishing you. but you don't mind, as you were savoring the minutes.

the final hours together before you would inevitably have to part ways, saying those goodbyes at the airport.

oh, how you dreaded that moment. more than anything.

you would have to return to work, and he would be halfway across the world, enjoying a brief break before the final few races.

at least you would have vegas together.

but that felt so fucking far away, especially with the race scheduled at the end of the month.

"what are you thinking about up there?"

max's voice is merely a whisper, catching you off guard. you flinch, his head lifting, swiveling so that you're forced to meet his concerned stare.

"nothing," you shrug, "nothing important."

"hmm," he hums, leaning in for a peck, "that's a lie. you're always thinking about something. important or not, i want to know what it is."

"i'm just thinking about tomorrow," you lower your head, careful to avoid eye contact, "i just had such a perfect weekend and-"

"it's not over yet," fingers grasp your chin, "we still have the night together."

"but we have to get up early and make sure i'm at the airport on time and-"

lips connect with yours, his body shifting so that he's on top, practically pinning you to the plush mattress. a whine rises in your throat at the fierceness of the kisses, the way they send a fiery sensation burning throughout as his tongue explores your mouth.

his mouth pulls away, drifting to your jaw. instinctively, your hips buck forward, brushing against his as places sloppy, wet kisses along your neck.

"don't worry about the morning," his mouth hovers by your ear, "just focus on me, okay?"

you nod, "o-okay."

"is this okay?" his brow furrows momentarily, "i don't want to make you feel-"

you lower a hand, fingertips brushing along the waistband of his sweats, "this is okay. i promise."

at your action, max's breath quickens, the driver finding it difficult to string the words together, "i-i just can't help myself around you. seeing you after my win today, looking so fucking beautiful in the rain. i couldn't fucking control myself."

"that kiss was very unlike you," a giggle rings through the space, "i almost thought i was dreaming."

"you weren't," the corners of his lips curl into a wide smile, dimples and all, "i was right there, kissing you, wishing i could just get down on one knee right then and there."

"m-max," you stammer, the temperature of the room almost skyrocketing, "y-you don't-"

"i do," his voice is firm, "i want to marry you. i knew i needed you, but seeing you there, just waiting for me, with that gorgeous grin across your face.. it made me realize that i wanted to see that smile for the rest of my life. we don't have to rush, but i want you to know what my intentions are.

i want you to be my wife, but i don't want you to feel like you have to abandon everything to be with me. i want you to still do what you love, and i want you to still make a difference in people's lives. just how you've made a difference in mine."

"i love you," your vision is blurred, your throat tight, "i-i love you so much m-max."

"my sensitive girl," he lets out a chuckle, carefully wiping away your tears, "i love my sensitive girl. more than she'll ever know."

"i'll be your wife one day."

"one day?" he cocks his head, "is that a yes?"

"yes," you affirm, "that is a yes."

"now this has truly been a day to remember."

"is that so?"

"yes," max responds. taking your hands, he raises them slightly, so that they're on either side of your head. intertwining your fingers together he continues, leaning in once more.

"i'm going to hold on to this memory for the rest of my life. i'm going to hold on to you for the rest of my life."

"there's nowhere else i would rather be," you whisper, "i mean that."

"oh i know," his mouth ghosts over yours, "you were so fucking ecstatic earlier. it was adorable."

"i was just happy for you," your lips form a pout, "you have to remember it's been a long time since i-"

he kisses you, this time a little more hungry than the last. as his tongue slips in, between your thighs, you feel your clit throb, desperate for his touch as he deepens the kiss, squeezing your hands. his hips grind against yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

"m-max," you nearly moan, "please."

"what?" he coos, "what is it baby?"

"i need you," the words are breathy, "i really need you."

"don't worry baby," a hand begins to drift lower and lower, savoring your heated skin along your stomach and abdomen, "i'll make sure you're taken care of."

"p-please," your head rolls back as his thumb meets your clit, dragging in slow, circular motions.

for a second, he's thrown off his game, completely and utterly bewildered at the stickiness coating his index finger as he plunges a finger deep inside.

"y-you're this wet for me? i've barely fucking touched you."

"like you said earlier," you grit your teeth, fighting a whimper as another finger slides in, your walls adjusting, "you have no idea what you do to me."

at that statement, max's jaw tightens, the lust that was merely a few flames now burning throughout, threatening to consume him whole.

fuck, was he going to ruin you.

his fingers pull out, hooking the hem of your own sweats, "i need this off of you. now."

sitting up, you kick off your pants, fumbling with your tank top in the process. your nipples are almost swollen, hardened from the brisk air. between your thighs, he can catch the glisten of your slick cunt, aching for him and only him.

in that moment, max nearly comes undone.

"let me taste you," the words are nearly a beg, "please baby, let me get a taste."

you nod, almost a little too enthusiastically, "please do."

he situates himself so that he's between your legs, his hands roaming your soft skin, spreading you open. he lowers his head, hands cupping your breasts as his tongue flattens against your weeping cunt. the tip of his nose brushes against your clit, earning a groan from you.

at that, a guttural noise rumbles in his throat, his fingers now gripping your hips, pulling you closer and closer.

there was no word that could describe the way you tasted.

the only thing that came close was heaven.

sweet, sweet, heaven that coated his tongue.

your back arches as obscene, filthy noises flood the room, hands in max's hair, tugging at the locks as his mouth envelops your clit, sucking lightly.

"that's it pretty girl," the words are ragged as you squirm, his lips shining in the dim light, "that's it."

"m-max," there's a feeling pooling in your abdomen, a feeling you knew all too well, "p-please."

"what?" his mouth curls into a smug smirk, "what is it pretty girl? you wanna cum?"

"yes. please."

"well since you asked so nicely," you're wound up tight now, merely seconds away from release, "i'll make you cum."

his mouth reconnects with your clit, applying the right amount of pressure as it dances. you writhe beneath him, stars bursting in your vision as you cum, bliss crashing over you like a tidal wave.

he pulls back, his cock twitching in his sweats, begging to be set free as he admires the way your chest heaves, your thighs almost trembling, overstimulated from the orgasm.

he wants to go back for seconds, lapping away until you're crying, pleading, begging for him to stop. if only you didn't have your early flight in the morning, then he would eat your pussy for hours, going all throughout the night.

"good girl," sliding off his sweats, his jaw nearly goes slack as your hand wraps around the base, pumping slowly, "good fucking girl."

as you jerk him off, two dingers dip inside, ensuring that their soaked before pulling out.

"here," he murmurs, pushing the digits against your lips, prompting you to open your mouth, "taste yourself."

as you take them in, tongue swirling along their length, the sweetness lacing your tongue, a groan tumble from his mouth.

"oh fuck."

"you like?" batting your lashes, you can't help but feel a grin form as he nods fervently, one hand gripping the heard board while the other rests on his shaft.

"victory tastes sweet, but fuck you taste sweeter. there's nothing like the way you taste and i'm addicted."

"is that such a bad thing?"

you nearly choke on a gasp as he pushes into you, stretching you out as his hips roll. he bites on his lower lip, fighting a smirk as your head hits the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure fills you to the brim.

"not at all," he's plowing into you now, "it's not a bad thing at all."

addicted was not even the word that described the way max craved you.

it was a hunger.

a hunger that would only be satisfied by your perfect, tight cunt.

and god, was max was going to savor the way you felt. the way you wrapped around him, practically begging him to go even further and further.

if only he could stay here, entwined with you. if only he could feel like this, forever.

however, vegas was quickly approaching.

and after that, who knew what the future would bring.

but for now, he was going to relish this moment.

tonight, and perhaps for the rest of his life.

[nativegirltapes]

trailerpark!mom!reader was just trying to go out to her favorite local bar when she met drew ........

warnings: i don’t think obx is actually filmed in outer banks but for this fic yes it is. this is basically just lots of dialogue but i’m just trying to fill in tp!mom!reader and drew’s lore. drew being tipsy + corniness & cliches

"we are getting fucked up tonight." your bestfriend shouted. it was thursday, which meant it was 'going out' night. your baby was safe with your sister, and you were in the passenger seat of your bestfriend's 2009 honda civic adjusting final touches to your makeup in the passenger seat mirror. "i fucking hope so. jason has been blowing up my phone all week, threatening to come steal baby." you applied another layer of lipgloss.

"are you fucking serious?" aubrey questioned, looking at you with loving eyes. even though you brought the topic up so casually, she knew it hurt you. "i love you." she branched her arms out over the car console, you accepted her embrace. "now let's get fucked up!" she gave you a kiss on your head. no one had ever made you feel as loved as she did.

ᡣ𐭩˙⋆.˚

"sorry ladies," your usual bouncer stopped you and aubrey, "bars closed tonight. some cast rented it out."

"what?" you realized he wasn't joking. "what cast?" you furrowed your brows, wondering who the fuck would rent out a bar in the middle of nowhere, north carolina. "don't know, some show that's filmed here though."

"you can't just let us in?" you bestfriend proposed. "we know we're you're favorite. cmonnnn." the bouncer giggled, you guys definitely were his favorite, but unfortunately he wouldn't budge. "i wish there was something i could do. sorry girls."

"it's okay." you sighed, grabbing aubrey by her arm and dragging her to the side. she was one to cause a scene and you weren't in the mood to deal with that right now. "this is bullshit." she groaned. "i bet they're rich. rich people always ruining some shit for normal people like us." she circled around you. "can't even enjoy our thursday night anymore."

"it's okay, we can go somewhere else."

"you wanna get in?" an unfamiliar voice interrupted, before you could yank aubrey back to the car. both of you jolting your heads towards the voice. it was a tall pale man, a lit cigarette hung from his lips.

"yeah, can you get us in?" aubrey took no time taking up the offer, interrupting the prolonged eye contact you were sharing with this guy; he was cute and that was hard to find around here. "this way." he tossed his unfinished cigarette in the floor and stomped on it.

"thank you." you said as he held the door for you. as soon as you entered the bar you realized that maybe you really didn't belong there. thursday's usually had a solid crowd, and a familiar one at that. but there wasn't one familiar face aside from yours or your bestfriend's. "shit." you mumbled under your breath, the guy who let you in now long gone, entertaining a group of who you assumed were his friends.

finding a seat at the bar with aubrey, you asked the bartender what the deal was, "so, what's going on?" he poured you your usual. "some netflix cast rented out the bar for the night. outer banks or something?"

“oh, i’ve heard that show.” you replied, trying your best to discreetly look around, seeing if you seen any famous faces from tv, although you didn’t watch much tv. “i didn’t think they actually filmed that here?”

“me neither,” the bartender agreed, before leaving you and aubrey to tend to another person.

you watched as people danced, they all seemed well bonded, almost like family. you giggled at them, hoping one day you’d find a bond like that. you spotted the guy who had let you in, he danced pretty okay for a white guy. “should we dance?” you turned back to aubrey, practically shouting over the loud music.

“why are you even asking?” aubrey laughed, you knew her better than to ask if she wanted to dance, she was always down to dance.

you both danced together as ‘yeah!’ by usher played over the speakers, before you both had roaming hands all over you. you felt big hands wrap around lower stomach, “was hoping i’d come across you again.” a somewhat familiar voice whispered in your ear. you kept your back and ass to him, but turned your head to see his face, selfishly hoping it was the man who’d let you in, relief washed over you when you realized it was. “i was thinking the same thing.” you flirted.

“oh yeah?” he whispered in your ear again. the way he had lean down to reach your ear had your stomach doing flips. “why’s that?” you noticed his breath smelled of liquor and mint.

“i wanted to thank you again.” you answered, pushing your ass even closer to his crotch. flirting with men at the bar definitely was not foreign to you. “you don’t have to thank me. anyone would have let a pretty girl like you in.” he spun you around so you were facing him. “there’s that face.” he smiled, his bloodshot and droopy eyes staring down at you like you were the only girl to ever exist. this felt too intimate for your liking.

“so, why’re you here?” you grabbed his hands from your waist, just holding them with your own, you both still feeling the rhythm of the music playing. “you’re famous or something?”

“something like that i guess.” he shrugged, like he didn’t really want to talk about it. “why are you here?”

“i live here.” you said confused, wondering if he has expected a different answer. “i don’t want to sound like a creep, but you’re like, insanely beautiful.” his lips grazed your ear as he whispered to you. you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or if he actually meant it, but nonetheless you were flattered. a sexy— famous guy saying you were insanely beautiful?

“thank you.” you blushed, pulling your jean skirt down. usually you were good at playing a man’s game but this time felt different. this time felt like something could actually come from this and you hated it.

after some more ramble jamble on the dance floor, the mysterious man asked if you wanted to go outside. “wanna step outside for a minute with me?” he extended his hand, you accepted.

you watched as he lit a cigarette. it seemed like every ounce of outgoingness left your body, you loved talking to and entertaining men, but he just made you flat out nervous. “so you’re from around here?” he offered you a swig of his cig, you declined.

“yeah, just down the street. me and my bestfriend come here every thursday.” you watched his lips as he took a swig, the way his eyebrows furrowed from the smoke was hot. you hated people who smoked but there you were getting turned on over it.

“sorry about that again. i seen the whole fiasco with the bouncer.” he looked down at you. “i mean it’s not your fault.” you reassured him.

“sorry i never asked. what’s your name?” his voice seemed so much deeper and clear now that you two were outside, almost like he was fully sober. it made you question how drunk he actually was, and how much of what you told you he actually meant. “y/n!”

“i’m drew.” he held his hand out, you shook it. his hands was so much bigger than yours. matter of fact, everything about him was so much bigger than you.

before you could question drew and his ‘famousness’ any further you heard his group yelling his name. they were all getting into a limo. how famous were these people? they needed a limo? but you couldn’t recognize literally any of their faces? “i guess that’s me.” drew again, flicked his unfinished cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. “what’s your number y/n?” he pulled out his phone and pulled up the keypad.

you swiftly put in your number and called yourself. you never gave your phone number away to the men you entertained, it was your own personal rule you set for yourself. but something about this one was different and you just couldn’t say no. “i’ll see you around y/n.”

[willowsnook]

When Love is Left Unspoken pt. 2 (MV)

max verstappen x reader

pt. 1 here

I could be talked into a pt. 3 if people want it

It had been a week since the Austin GP and forgetting about what happened had been impossible mostly because Max would not leave you alone.

He didn't reach out directly, but every morning this week, you had woken up to a new gift outside your door. Flowers, chocolate, coffee, pastries, clothing, etc. You had no idea how he even knew your address.

You struggled with what to do. On one hand, you had missed your best friend for a long time. You missed the inside jokes, the comfort you found in him, and supporting one another. But on the other hand, you couldn't stop thinking about how he threw it all away because he was scared of loving you. You had never been scared of loving him, even if you never said. Well maybe that was hypocritical.

Saturday morning an envelope accompanied the box outside of your door. You opened the box first, revealing a vintage RedBull racing bomber jacket that cost who knows how much. It was cute, you'd give it that. Opening the envelope you froze as you read the letter that sat next to a paddock pass for the Brazil GP.

I know you hate me and you have a good reason to but I will do anything to have you back by my side even if you refuse to look at me. Please come to Brazil, I know it's your favorite track. You can stay on Checo's side of the garage if it makes you feel better.

Love, Your Max

Brazil was your favorite track and in the past you had always travelled down early to experience the culture for a bit before the racing started.

You facetimed Carmen, hoping to talk this through with someone else.

"Hey girl, what's up?" She asked, clearly in the middle of a workout.

"Oh, I can call later if you're busy," you said and she shook her head.

"No, it's okay!"

"Max invited me to the Brazilian GP," you told her slowly and her eyes widened.

"Wow."

"I know, I don't know what to do."

Carmen was silent for a little bit, clearly thinking. "Is there any part of you that wants to make up with him?"

"Yes," you admitted quietly. "But I hate myself for even thinking that. I don't want to just forget about everything that happened and take him back with open arms."

"I don't think you necessarily have to forget what happened but maybe focus on the people you both have grown to be in these last few years. Maybe treat it like you are starting over."

"So you think I should go?"

"Selfishly yes of course," she said grinning and you couldn't help but smile back. "You don't even have to spend time with him. Just see how it feels to be around him."

After hanging up with Carmen, you texted the number Max had given you for his assistant in order to get flights and a hotel figured out.

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You landed in Brazil on media day and didn't plan on going to the track until Saturday. Max was pulling out all the stops even when he couldn't see you as evidenced by the ridiculously nice hotel he put you in. The view was amazing and laying on the bed was a variety of your favorite snacks and drinks with a card that read "I'm so glad you're here -your Max."

The 'Your Max' thing was working even though you hated to admit it. You spent the next two days traveling around the city by yourself and then with Carmen.

Saturday rolled around and you found yourself nervous to be at the paddock despite Carmen's constant reassurances. You hadn't seen Max yet and you weren't really sure what to say when you did.

Funny enough, the first person you ran into when you made it to the RedBull garage was Christian Horner.

"Y/n!" He said surprised to see you. "It's been a while, how are you? You know my wife is obsessed with your tik tok channel."

"Ahh tell her I said thank you," you replied kindly. "I've been doing well."

"We're glad to have you back," he said and your heart swelled. "It's been a rough year for him."

"I'm not sure I can change that," you said politely and he gave you a look.

"You just being here might," he commented before leaving you to go talk with the mechanics. You wandered around the garage, catching up with a lot of people you hadn't seen in a long time.

Max spotted you as he was coming out of his drivers' room and his heart stopped. Of course he knew you were in Brazil, but he still wasn't 100% sure you'd show up. He didn't think he should approach you so he just lingered by watching you. You felt him watching you and looked over at him, trying to control your breathing and gave him a small smile.

He smiled back before being called off to get ready for the sprint. Leaning against the back wall you pulled your headphones and settled in to watch. Max was doing pretty good, battling with Charles for most of the race. Your face appeared on the broadcast and you smiled to the camera, giving it a small wave.

After the race you checked your phone to see that you'd been tagged in countless tweets.

@.username12312: Was that y/n y/l/n in the RedBull garage? I thought her and Max had a falling out???

reply to @.usernam12312 @.user345: Yeah they haven't been friends for a long time. It had something to do with Kelly

reply to @.user345 @.username12312: oh yeah, you're right! I always liked y/n better anyways

You were amused reading the speculation and decided to stir the pot further. While Max was doing interviews you found Checo in the garage and asked him to take a picture with you. The confused man agreed and you quickly posted it to your Instagram story with the caption: My favorite RedBull driver, good luck tomorrow!

Carmen and Lily both slid up with laughing emojis and you walked back to Max's side, trying to avoid the rain. It was really coming down now and you weren't sure if they would even be able to go out on the track. You found Max a little while later sitting against the wall, legs sprawled out in front of him. You sunk down next to him, holding your knees into your chest.

"Think you'll be able to go out there today?" You asked casually and he looked over at you, clearly excited to hear you speaking to him.

"I would say probably not," he replied. "Maybe tomorrow morning."

"How much longer until we know?"

"Another half hour would be my guess," he said. "I can call for someone to take you back if you want to leave now?"

"No, I'll wait," you said looking down at your phone. You sat in silence for a while and the rain was starting to make you very sleepy. Losing the battle with yourself, you rested your head on Max's shoulder and he stiffened.

Max smiled to himself as you dozed off and the two of you caught the attention of the cameras, the photo soon to be splashed everywhere online. Quali was called off and Max nudged you awake, reaching out to help you up.

"Ride with me back?" He asked hopeful and you nodded. You ran into George and Carmen on the way out and she gave you a knowing look to which you rolled your eyes at.

"You guys should come out to dinner with us," George said. "We're meeting up with Alex and Lily too."

You hesitated, not wanting to miss out but at the same time your social battery was dead. You could only handle so much social interaction before you were craving your warm bed to snuggle into. You started to give in and agree but Max cut you off.

"I think y/n is done being around people for the day so I'm going to take her back."

You looked at him surprised and the realization that he still knew you so well just added more fire to the internal turmoil you were facing. Bidding them goodbye, you followed Max out of the paddock and into the car he had rented for the weekend. The car ride was silent as well as the elevator ride up to your floor.

Max followed close behind you as you made your way to your room and it was starting to irritate you.

"You don't need to walk me to my room Max," you said and he looked at your sheepishly.

"I'm in the one right next to you."

"Are you fucking serious?" You asked frustrated. "I need space Max!"

"I just want you to be safe," he defended and you rolled your eyes.

"From what?" You exclaimed. "Oh yeah, your girlfriend I mean ex-girlfriend is from here. Think she's sending people after me?"

"I don't think that's funny," he said, eyes darkening. "Sue me for wanting you close to me. I'm not going to apologize for that."

"You are the worst," you bit out before shoving into your room, slamming the door.

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Stepping out of the steaming shower and back into the bedroom you glanced worriedly out the window. You wouldn't necessarily say that you had a fear of thunderstorms but they tended to make you uneasy.

Trying to distract yourself you put on South Park, your favorite show to watch in a hotel, but it didn't work. After a couple of booms you were still on edge. Sighing you got up and left your room, hoping a small walk around the hotel would ease your mind. By the time you made it back, Max was leaning against the wall by your door, waiting for you.

"Can't sleep?" He asked and you nodded.

"The storms."

"You always were scared of them," he teased and you scoffed.

"I'm not scared of them!" Right as you said that, a streak of lighting flashed by the hallway's window followed by a loud crash of thunder. You jumped a little and Max smirked.

"Come on," he said gesturing back to his room. You hesitated and he sighed. "We both know you won't fall asleep alone to this."

Giving in, you followed him into his room. It was a carbon copy of yours and you were amused to see South Park playing on his tv. He climbed into his bed but you stopped short; the scene in front of you reminded you of so many times before. When you traveled with him back in the day you'd often find yourself in his room at night hanging out. You always fell asleep and woke up in his arms, neither of you ever saying anything about it.

Max sat up in the bed looking at you, he knew what you were thinking.

"Y/n," he said softly as he watched you wipe a tear from your eye.

"This is so hard Max," you said, voice breaking. "How am I supposed to just forget?"

"I don't know," he confessed. "I'm sorry."

"It's not even like you broke my heart that day," you said meeting his eyes. "You had chipped away at it for so long that there wasn't even anything left to break."

Max's heart dropped and he moved over closer to where you were standing, so that you were now eye level.

"I was so scared back then y/n," he said and you put your head into your hands. "So scared of failing that I did things I shouldn't have done, like pushing you away to protect myself."

"Protect yourself from what?" You said, looking back at him.

"Your unconditional love," he said sadly and you tried to compose yourself, taking a deep breath.

"You acted like nothing happened, I watched you move on with your life," you accused, whispering to him.

"I did not move on, I was a mess. I couldn't eat or sleep for months and I latched on to you in whatever way I could through your videos or podcast. Every picture or video you saw of me was strictly PR."

"But you never reached out, not once in these past few years," you said, starting to grow angry with him.

"Neither did you!" He exclaimed.

"That's not fair Max," you retorted, moving away from him.

"Isn't it though? You accused me of moving on but I watched you do the same. I watched your popularity grow, watched you start to travel around the world, watched you post with other guys. You didn't need me to be happy."

"I needed my best friend!" You yelled and he flinched. "I needed you to be there to call when I got a new deal! I needed you to be there to lean on when I had self doubt! You ruined everything Max. I could never be truly happy celebrating something because in the back of my mind I was thinking about how you should have been there with me!"

Max squeezed his eyes shut, sitting down on the bed.

"I don't know how to fix this schatje," he whispered and you flinched at the term of endearment. "Everything has been so dark for so long. I am okay with you hating me forever. Because even if you just look at me, it'll be a better day than what I've had."

Sniffling, you stared into his red rimmed eyes. "I want to forget about you so badly Max but I can't."

He smiled softly at you before patting the bed.

"Please sleep here tonight, it will make me feel so much better knowing you were well rested. I'll sleep on the pull out couch," he said standing up.

"Just sleep in the bed with me," you said sighing, wiping the tears from your face before climbing into the bed. Max slid in next to you, leaving a healthy distance between the two of you and you drifted off to sleep.

The sound of his alarm woke you up at 4:30 and you groaned sleepily. Max's arms were wrapped tightly around you, his head buried in your hair as he refused to open his eyes.

"Max, you have to wake up," you said and he mumbled incoherently into you. You pried his hands off your body and stood up, stretching. He watched you lazily from the bed, wondering if this was a dream.

"I'm going to go get ready and then I'll meet you back in the hallway in 30 minutes okay?" You asked him and he nodded. Leaving his room you headed back into yours to get ready for the day. Your eyes were still a little swollen from last night but that was nothing a little makeup couldn't fix.

Pairing the new RedBull jacket with a black jeans you gathered all your stuff before texting Carmen about what had happened last night. All she responded was that we would discuss it in person and sent a winky face.

Max looked more awake standing out in the hallway and you both left for the track.

Qualifying was a mess to put it simply. Crash after crash after crash. It was spiking your anxiety to watch and you were just praying that Max would make it out unscathed. He did make it without crashing, but not without controversy.

You grew furious as you watched everyone in Q2 get to finish their laps following Lance's crash except for Max and Esteban. This made him miss out on Q3 for the first time in forever. You knew he was pissed when he got out of the car and his eyes met yours for a brief second. He talked to his engineers before grabbing your hand to drag you with him to over where he had to do interviews.

Standing behind the reporter you watched him try to contain his anger.

“If a guy goes straight into the wall, it is a straight red,” he said. “I don't understand why you need to take 30, 40 seconds for a red flag to come out...”

His voice was rising as he said it and both you and the reporter braced for the impact of whatever he was going to say next. He started to say something but then looked over at you and stopped himself, taking a deep breath before waving off the question.

“I don’t care in all honesty, it is so stupid to talk about. It’s ridiculous.”

He answered a couple more questions about the race happening later and you waited patiently. Christian came to join you and gave you a knowing look.

"I told you that being here would make things better," he said with a glint in his eyes. "I'm giving you credit for him avoiding more community service."

Things got even better after that with Max winning the Grand Prix in what you could only describe as a complete masterclass.

As the celebrations wrapped up, you and Max found yourselves alone in the quiet of the garage, both still processing the day's whirlwind. He glanced at you, a hesitant warmth in his gaze.

Max reached for your hand, gently holding it, as if afraid you'd slip away again. "I'm glad you came, I've needed you here for a long time."

"I'm still not sure where we stand Max," you said unsure of how to deal with what you were feeling.

"As long as your standing next to me, I'll be okay," he said cheekily and you smiled. You knew that your relationship had a long way to go but maybe, just maybe, it was finally starting again.

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

request for ethan 🤭

reader drunkenly confesses her feelings about ethan to tara or chad or something and then she avoids him the following day bc shes shy or embarrassed, but he totally likes her back (everyone knowsssss)

and it ends in smut or fluff? 😛

ps i adore ur writing! <3

A/N : Hii ! 🖤 Thank so much for your request that I loved doing, this type of idea works so well with Ethan and is so cute 🥰 Also thank you for liking my writing and sending me Ethan’s ideas, it always makes me so happy 💖 Please tell me if I did justice to your request, and you can still send more for Ethan ! ✨

Reader drunkenly confesses her feelings for Ethan to Tara and gets shy about it when in reality, everyone already knows that Ethan feels the exact same way for you.

You were at a party with all your friends, including your dearest one Ethan Landry. You even enjoyed most of this night alongside him and almost only with him as the both of you giggled, talked about anything and everything and held hands to walk through that pool of people to fill your cups. Maybe a bit too many drinks for you it seems as you were now talking with Tara, sitting on the couch in the corner, while Ethan was busy talking with Chad at the other end of the room. You started talking with her about trivial things at first but as your hazy gaze found Ethan, your drunken mind started to change the subject on its own. It has been minutes since you started talking about Ethan to Tara who listened to you with a little smile, your drunken words slowly switched from random thoughts to more precise ones that could easily be directly linked to your feelings for Ethan as you ramble about him with a slurred voice.

« …and you know, Ethan’s always kind to me. The other day, he made sure that my necklace was placed right and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. He also always holds my hand when there’s a lot of people at the cafeteria, a-and he helps me with the homework that I struggle with…and I think he compliments me every morning about some nice details he noticed on me. I t-think I like being with him…maybe…I don’t know. », you stop your rambling for a few seconds in a pout as you think about Ethan with a smile on your face.

Tara looks at you with a knowing smirk. Everybody perfectly knew that you and Ethan were meant for each other…the problem was simple : you were both incredibly blind in this situation. Tara took this situation as an opportunity to move things forward for you both as she asks you, « Do you like him ? Like…do you have feelings for Ethan ? »

Without even looking back at Tara, you swiftly nodded your head at her in a natural admission, your drunken state blurring your mind as your reactions become too instinctive and honest for a moment, « Of course I do…he’s the most perfect guy I’ve ever encountered in my life. »

Tara doesn’t have time to react when your eyes go wide as you realize what you just admitted out loud in front of your friend. Your eyes scan the room in panic in a way to make sure that Ethan wasn’t anywhere close enough to hear that.

You laugh it off and try to make her forget what you just said, « Forget about it, I d-don’t even know what I’m saying. Ethan’s just a friend, a very good friend… right ? »

Tara gently laugh at you as she rubs your hand in a reassuring way, « You don’t sound so sure of that statement, am I right ? »

The next day, you made your best to avoid Ethan at all costs seeing how embarrassed and shy you got when you admitted out loud your feelings for him, even though he wasn’t there to hear. What you didn’t take into consideration was the fact that it was almost impossible to avoid Ethan without acting strange. You both practically spend your entire days glued to each… and now what ? Ethan would have to live without knowing what he did wrong ? The poor boy took the entire morning searching in his mind what he possibly could have done wrong, his puppy eyes looking at you from afar as he seemed completely lost while talking about it with Chad.

« Do you think that I’ve made her mad or sad ? It wasn’t my attention…maybe she didn’t get a good grade with my advice for the math exercises. And it’s true that I was a bit late to pick her up this morning to accompany her to school but still… », Ethan pouts a bit while his legs don't stop moving and his right foot taps on the ground due to the anxiety of not finding his fault in all of this.

Chad just can’t hold his laugh any longer at the sight of his poor friend breaking his mind over you.

« Man, you do realize that you’re better to her than any guy she knew in her entire life, right ? »

Ethan is dumbfounded as he looks at his friend like he hasn’t done anything particular, « I mean, I just want her to be happy and to protect her, that’s all. »

Chad smiles at the pure innocence of Ethan, « Well, I think that’s enough for her to fall in love with a cute guy like you. »

Ethan’s eyes grow even wider at the realization of what Chad just said. Ethan’s voice grows pitched as he talks faster in excitement.

« What ?? She likes me ?? Since when did you know that ?? Did she tell you ?? And are you sure about that ?? Becau— », Chad cuts Ethan’s rambling before he wouldn’t be able to calm him down.

« Hey hey hey, relax, everybody knows that since months ago, AT LEAST. »

Ethan looks at his feet in silence to register how blind he was to your signals, even though he doesn’t know you weren’t better than him on that matter, « Oh… »

Chad tries to cheer him up by poking his side lightly, « Tara told me that your girl was just as dense as you about your relationship, even though it’s clear as day that you both love each other. Come on…do you realize that you don’t go a day without seeing her at least every 2 hours ?? Talk to her about it, I’m sure it will be better for her and you. I don’t even know how you both are able to not jump on each other with how close you guys are. », Chad finishes with a chuckle and a sigh.

After talking with Chad, Ethan is now pretty motivated to find you and finally confess his feelings for you, and it doesn’t take long for him to spot you in the corridor as he successfully corners you against a wall.

You avoid his gaze with a blush as Ethan surprises you with a confidence that he rarely shows, as he firmly yet gently takes your wrist in his large hand to lead you in an empty classroom.

« We have to talk. »

Once inside, Ethan lets go of your wrist and you both stand in front of each other close enough that his fingers still brush against yours.

There’s a moment of silence before Ethan speaks first, his early confidence now starts to fade just a little when his eyes find yours and he starts fidgeting with his fingers to choose his words carefully.

« I-I know why you avoid me so much today and I wanted to tell you something. We’ve been friends for so long and I developed f-feelings that exceed this type of relation, that you perhaps, and I hope so, share as well… I don’t like it when we don’t talk or don’t see each other b-because… I really like you… I-I love you. », Ethan declares to you in such a soft and gentle voice as he opens up and declares his feelings for you.

You look at him with big soft eyes as you chew on your lips when your heart stomps against your chest so loudly that you fear that Ethan can hear it as well. With all the courage you can gather, your trembling hand searches for his to hold two of his fingers. Your voice is shaking but Ethan finds the honesty in it touching as he brightly smiles at you the way you adore.

« I love you as w-well Ethan, far more than you can imagine. »

Ethan’s free hand cups your cheek tenderly as if you could break as he asks you in a silent voice, with his eyes focused on your lips.

« Can I kiss you, please ? »

You nod at him instinctively as Ethan’s mouth presses against yours in a kiss that you desperately craved for god knows how long. The kiss is gentle at first, soft and experimental. Ethan caresses your cheekbones with a featherlight touch as you stand on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss that quickly turns eager with all the excitement and emotions shared between him and you. Ethan’s tongue licks at your lips to ask for entrance as you willingly give it to him without hesitation. Heavy kissing becomes making out when the sound of heavy breathing is shared between your lips that glisten with wet saliva, seeing how messy you’re passionately kissing each other, like you both desired it for too long. Ethan’s hand comes to softly caress your nipples, his touch warm as you moan against his mouth and pull slightly on his curly hair.

Out of breath, you both break the kiss as you look at each other with half-lidded eyes, your lips and his still connected with a thin string of saliva.

Ethan is the first to murmur against your swollen lips, « You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. »

You giggle against his lips out of happiness of hearing something you absolutely agree with, before being slightly startled by knocks on the door.

You look at each other dumbfounded before Ethan reassuringly intertwines his fingers with yours as you leave the classroom still a bit out of breath and with disheveled hair just from making out. Ethan and you awkwardly smile at Chad and Tara who are standing outside the door with knowing smiles at your looks and the way your free hand holds onto Ethan’s arm with a blush. Tara and Chad look at each other with a sigh, « What have we done ? »

Their eyes are back on you both now, teasing you sarcastically, « We don’t want to see you both sharing saliva every 5 minutes, got it ? »

💗 Ethan Landry Masterlist 💗

[spirit-lanterns]

(Anon behind Omegaverse ask about the Alphas "helping" their Omega when hormones cause her to lactate during her heat ask)

Just imagining that most of the Alpha ladies are failure gentle when it comes to draining the dairy from their Omega's mammaries, gently coaxing the milking through gentle massages of your breast's, teasing your nipples, occasionally with a gentle lick, before going in to suckle.

Then there's Alpha!Stelle, whose latches on to your swollen tit's so aggressively - giving a little love bit before suckling - that she causes you to cum from the intensity of her feeding alone. You actually have to teach her to be more gentle after one time where she ended up getting carried away bruising your still-tender boob's💀

Alpha! Stelle getting drunk off your breastmilk is so in character for her. I don’t think she even realizes just how addicted she is to the taste until you’re crying tears of pleasure from how overstimulated you are. I mean, Stelle won’t unlatch from your tits until your nipples are all puffy and raw and your milk is gushing down her tongue. She just can’t help it 🥺

Stelle also strikes me as the type to (upon knowing that you can lactate) randomly push your shirt up so she can faceplant into your tits. When she gets a craving, she doesn’t even ask anymore. She knows you’ll give in to her so she’ll latch on whenever she wants to and suckle as much milk as she wants. Then when she’s had her fill, she’ll spoon you from behind and massage your poor, aching tits, even though they’re all sensitive now thanks to her eager mouth.

Ughhhhhh Alpha! Stelle is so cute when she’s eager. Though you should definitely try to ween her off lmao. If you become pregnant with her pups, she might take all the milk for herself 😭

[gguk-n]

Tracks & Beats (Max Verstappen x Rapper!Reader)

Face claim- Lee Sung Kyung. Reader is best friend's with Suga of BTS. Google translated Korean. All the pictures are from Pinterest.

Max winning after 4 months!!

y/ngotswings is Max's fan account

2016

y/n.y/l/n

Liked by 3,890 others Tagged bts.bighitoffiicial

y/n.y/l/n 최고의 프로듀서이자 래퍼 중 한 명과 함께 일할 기회가 있었다 Had the chance to work with one of the best producers and rapper

user15 언니 그 노래는 정말 좋았어 😭😭unnie the song was so good user16 collab of the century!!😍😍 user17 사랑해 ❤️❤️i love you y/ngotswings Best song yet!!😭❤️

2019

y/n.y/l/n

Liked by 7,264 others Tagged bts.bighitofficial

y/n.y/l/n 나와 함께 노래를 작업해준 윤기 오빠 고마워 Thank you Yoongi oppa for working on this song with me!!

user18 OMG!!! The way his voices meshes with hers😍😍 user19 Their collab's keep getting better and better😭😭 user20 언니 잘했어 👍👍unnie, good job!! user21 넌 정말 예쁘다 누나 😍you're so pretty, noona y/ngotswings I cried😭😭

2023

y/n.y/l/n

Liked by 10,500 others

y/n.y/l/n comeback season!!!

user22 this comeback was sooooo goooddd!! user23 i loved the album user24 i can't wait to watch you live user25 화이팅 👍👍Fighting!! user26 당신의 미소가 정말 좋아요 ❤️❤️I love your smile user27 나는 너에게 키스하고 싶어 😘😘I want to kiss you y/ngotswings Best album ever!! Can't wait for more!!❤️❤️

2024

Max is twitter user- Redbull gives y/n wings

{Max's POV}

I'm not someone who engages in arguments on twitter but when people kept shipping Y/N with that guy, I don't know why but it was pissing me off!!

So, I might've done something a few months ago in the heat of the moment which was embarrassing when I thought about it too much but now I feel like not so much. I mean, I'm kind of famous, maybe I can use that to my advantage. So, I did something. I asked RedBull to invite her to the Japanese Grand Prix. It's close enough and honestly, I wasn't sure she would agree but she did, so I guess a win is a win.

{Max's POV}

I've met so many celebrities before but non of them have left me feeling this giddy and excited but I've never been a fan of half the celebrities that would come to the races.

Y/N was different, she was so sweet and asked questions which made it seem like she was interested in the sport so I couldn't help but answer those. I mean, we were the hosts.

"Hi, I'm Y/N" she introduced herself. I know I thought. "I'm Max" I replied. "I hear that you're the best right now" she smiled. I felt a blush creep in. "Ah...It's nothing. I just do my best" I mumbled. "No need to be humble if you're talented" she said smiling. I felt my heart race.

She was here for the weekend which meant I got to spend a lot of time with her. She was so much more fun and exciting to be around compared to what I saw on the internet. She was funny and had the cutest little laugh.

As I spent more time with her, I fell in love as if I wasn't already. I mean, I did orchestrate our meeting. "Dude, you have to ask her out" Lando whispered. "What?" I said looking at him. "You've had a crush on her for years now. I remember you rapping her songs even though they aren't in a language you speak since I joined" Lando pointed out. "But wouldn't it be weird" I asked. "What is weird is you inviting her and then staring at her from a far with heart eyes" Lando laughed. "Hey" I grimaced. "Sorry Max, but we all think it's cute. This little crush of yours" Charles interrupted. "Not you too" I whined. "Actually, all of us have a betting pool going" Pierre said. "He wasn't supposed to know" Daniel laughed, shaking his head. "You guys bet on me" I almost screamed. "In our defence, we've never seen you like a love sick puppy. Let us have this" Daniel defended. I shook my head and walked away.

"You look annoyed, everything okay?" Y/N asked. "Yeah" I smiled. "Must be fun, travelling with all these people and getting to do what you love" she asked. "It is. I even get to meet celebrities like this" I said. "I feel like you're more famous than I am. Maybe I should be the one star struck" she laughed. "You know, if you're free" I said twiddling my thumbs. It was now or never, what's the worst that could happen, she would say no and then I would spend the rest of eternity pining for her. "maybe we could go on a date?" I said scratching the back of my head. "I am" she replied. "After I win the race, maybe we could go celebrate?" I suggested. "I would love to celebrate with you" she smiled. Maybe if I died now, I would die happy.

y/n.y/l/n

Liked by 45,890 others Tagged maxverstappen1, schecoperez, redbullracing

y/n.y/l/n Thank you for having me!! Lot of fun watching Max win!!

redbullracing we loved having you!! maxverstappen1 you are always invited back!! Liked by Author y/ngotswings I think I can die happy now user28 OMG!!😱😱😱 user29 ❤️❤️😍😍 user30 Okay...to that one twitter user👀 user31 the second picture is so cute😫😘 user32 예쁜 😍😍pretty user33 사랑해 ❤️❤️love you

Max and Y/N started dating a few weeks after that meeting at the grand prix. Due to their hectic schedules, they weren't able to spend as much time together. Hence, during the summer break, Max was in South Korea, trying to make the most of their time together.

Max was lounging in Y/N's room, when she plopped down next to him. "You know my friend" she began. "Yoongi, the one you're close to" Max finished. "Yeah, he'll be off tomorrow from his duty and he wanted to meet you" she muttered. "Oh" was all that left Max's lips. "I haven't dated anyone in a while because of many reasons" she said looking down, "and oppa, just wants to make sure....you know how older brothers are" she said. "I get it." Max nodded along. "Where are we meeting?" Max asked. "At home, he can't really be out in public without being swarmed" Y/N laughed. "I saw with how many of his pictures are plastered all over the place" Max laughed.

The next day, the table was set. The two of them waited for Yoongi to show up while cuddling on the couch. "Do you think he'll like me?" Max asked, breaking the silence. "He'll love you" Y/N replied while kissing Max's lips. Then the door bell rang, "Must be him" Y/N announced and went to see. She came back with Yoongi in tow. "Hello" Yoongi greeted with his hand out. "Hi" Max replied, shaking his hand. He towered over Yoongi a bit. "How old is he again?" Yoongi asked Y/N in Korean. "The same age as Jungkook, the same month too. Jungkook's in the beginning of the month and he's in the end" she replied. Max was confused as to what they were talking about. "Korea is big on age hierarchy, so I was telling him when you're birthday is" Y/N explained looking at Max's confused face which morphed into one of understanding soon.

They proceeded to dinner, while making small talk. Y/N was happy watching Yoongi getting along with Max, a dream for her honestly. After dinner, while Y/N cleaned up; the two men sat together watching her move fluidly. "I said I could help" Yoongi called out who was now watching her. "You know I'm a control freak. You two should get to know each other" she called out. Yoongi slowly sat down, Max joining soon after.

"You both have busy schedules" Yoongi began, "That's why I try to make as much time as I can. We have a schedule in place, since I'm travelling so much. It's working out" Max quickly replied. "Even then, can you keep her happy?" Yoongi asked. "I'll try my best. I can't imagine her sad or crying and worst because of me" Max shuddered. "Good" Yoongi nodded. "Listen Max, nothing against you but she's like a sister and I don't want anyone to hurt her" Yoongi reiterated. "I promise I won't ever hurt her and if I ever do, which I won't, you know where to find me. Finish me" Max stated. Yoongi smiled patting his back. "I like this one" Yoongi called out to Y/N. Y/N popped her head up, "He said he approves" she called out to Max. "I never said that" Yoongi chided. "Same same" she laughed.

Yoongi soon got ready to leave, "I had a good time. Thank you for the food" he said hugging her. "Thank you for coming. Drive safe" Y/N called out as he was leaving. "Take care of her" Yoongi told Max as he closed the door. Max looked at Y/N; "Great first impression" Y/N stated with her hands around his neck. "I think so too" Max replied kissing her. "I love you" Max stated looking into her eyes. Y/N's eyes widened before she smiled, "I love you too" she said kissing him

[rosenclaws]

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71- “Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.”

98 - “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fem!reader, unprotected sex.

"We need to talk." You hear Charlies voice behind you. It was late and you were busy trying to fix the arm on some old fighting robot.

"I don't think we do." You said without looking up. Wiping your face as you set down your tools.

God why did he have to show up here. You know what he wanted to talk about and you wanted to pretend it never happened. Charlie was a flirt and you knew he was so you had promised not to give in to his annoyingly charming ways. Of course you were interested but a relationship isn't something you wanted right now. It's complicated.

But you ended up at the same bar and with a couple drinks your strength to pretend you weren't attracted to him diminished with every sip. One thing led to another and well…You kissed him. Not the innocent peck on the lips kiss either. Sloppy, dirty making out in the alleyway next to the bar. It would have turned into more if you didn’t get interrupted by the bouncer.

“Come on, you’re telling me that it all meant nothing?” Charlie asks. He’s standing behind you now. Chest to your back. He smells so damn good. You reach for your wrench but he gently pins your hand down.

“I was a few drinks in Charlie.” He chuckles and lean in. Lips so close to your ear.

“Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.” He turns you around. Caging you in against your work bench.

“You kissed me, not the other way around.” He’s got this stupid grin on his face. The one he wears when he knows he’s got the win. Cocky little shit.

“Shut up.” You growl as you pull the collar of his shirt towards you. Kissing him just like that night. Fuck it, maybe you’re done pushing him away. The kiss in the alley was everything you dreamed of and you wanted more.

Charlie’s taken by surprise but acts quickly. Fighting to take control of the kiss with all his might. Thank god it’s late and no one’s here anymore. Clothes are being tossed to the ground as you both finally take what you want. Fuck he says he’s been out of commission but he’s still so built.

“So fucking pretty.” He groans as he bends you over the desk so your ass is perfectly in front of him. He’s mesmerized. So perfect, so pretty. All for him. His hands are running down your sides to your ass. He’s taking his sweet time and you’re sick of it.

“Will you just hurry up and fuck me.” You hiss. Hips moving back to grind against his cock.

“I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.” He spits in his hand and rubs it along his dick before gently sliding it into you.

Your hands grip the table as he goes too slow for your liking. He's got a tight grip on your hips. Stilling you from moving before he's ready. You moan loudly as he starts to fuck his hips into you roughly.

"Charlie!" You gasp as he slaps your ass hard. He feels you clench around him so he does it again and again until your ass is stinging from the pain.

"Does it hurt babe? Don't worry I'll make it better." He coos as he bends over so he can go even deeper.

"C-Careful, don't wanna hurt your back." You say as mockingly as you can.

You're not very convincing though as he pounds into you. He thinks its cute. You've always been cute but now that you're falling apart on his cock it makes you even more so. He pulls out and guides you to turn around. He kisses you roughly and snakes his hands around your waist. You maneuver yourself onto an empty work bench. He bites your lip and sticks his tongue into your mouth when you groan.

You scratch at his back as he teases your cunt with the tip of his cock. You lean back onto the table and Charlie slips back in. He has no intentions of slowing down, hell bent on ruining you all night. The hard surface scratches into your back painfully but you barely even notice.

"My back is just fine babe," He leans down until he's face to face with you. His eyes wide with lust and a smirk on his face.

"I'm more worried about yours."

[gem-de-lune]

Daily Vibe Check 11/4

Today is Seunghan Only. The vibe of the others was a little lingering, so I just had a longer interaction with Seunghan today. He is very, very sweet.

Seunghan's feelings today:

9 of Pentacles + 5 of Chalices + The Lovers + The Magician

Overall he is feeling very at peace with the situation as it is due to the abundance of support and things that have transpired. This is similar energy to the last check-in. Even though the 5 of Chalices depicts that "crying over spilt milk" vibe I think he means to say that while he is a bit upset it has come to this he will still persevere and not let himself get too down no matter what. His energy is very intentional, and he has done everything he can to get where he wants to be. Either way he is satisfied and prepared for anything thrown his way at this point.

So then I wanted to ask him how he felt about the upcoming meeting, to which he replied:

8 of Wands + 2 of Pentacles

He knows they are planning to make movements based on the decision made there. He knows they are leveraging 2 possibilities. However I get the sense that he too, also plans to make a decision upon that one being made and has again, already prepared himself.

Therefore, I wanted to reconfirm his intentions to stay a member of Riize to which he replied with:

The World + King of Chalices

So yes, he does want to and intends to first and foremost stay with Riize as he believes it is simply where he belongs emotionally and on a deeper level. He feels very connected to those boys. "These are my people" comes out.

I then asked him if there is anything he wants to say to those who love and support him:

Queen of Chalices + The High Priestess

Thede are words of comfort. He wants to say thank you for loving and comforting him and that he wishes he could do the same for you. He sees everything you guys do for him. He wishes to remind you that everything happens for a greater purpose, and to trust in the unknown even if it is scary. Things will be okay. I feel that these words comforted him so he wanted to share them with you all.

Also, i had asked him if there was anything else he had to say and he pulled the 6 of Chalices-

Which this card, if yall remember was a card i pulled yesterday when the door was closed. So he was the one who slipped that out lolol he meant to say sorry in a way while also identifying himself. He is very cute.

Since I am not doing all members I have pulled for SM today so we can get a read on their vibe prior to the shareholder meeting.

How does SM feel about Seunghan returning to Riize? Do they intend to do so?

(6 of Swords + The Empress) + Ace of Wands

To keep it short, they feel that it would be a wise and profitable decision both monetarily and to their reputation, even if their pockets were to take a hit for a short time due to the Asian fanbases. The Ace of Wands indicates a will to make things happen. They want to relight a flame that has been blown out.

Understand that wanting something and doing it are two different things, but this is a very good omen for our cause.

I then asked what events would be necessary for Seunghan to return?

5 of Wands + The Emperor

It's giving a war. Internally. There are people and groups that disagree immensely. But so long as the war is overseen by a powerful ally with a lot of influence on Seunghan's side, it is possible to persevere.

Lastly, I asked if SM would redebut Seunghan in any way if he did not return to Riize, and also if Seunghan would leave SM altogether if he did not return to Riize:

Knave of Wands + 6 of Wands

I have said it before, but this specific Knave of Wands card, normally depicted as "Page of Wands" is not positive when I pull it. It just never is. I think that if Seunghan did not return to Riize, SM will feel a bit ambitious and want to redebut him to keep his momentum going from fans, thinking they may follow him. But they will quickly realize that will not happen at all. Thus, this brings u to the 2nd question of whether Seunghan would just up and leave. The 6 of wands says that is a very likely scenario. This brings me back to the convo with Seunghan in which he said "he already has something planned" I think he knows exactly what he will do in the event that his return to Riize is denied and I think the reason why he will not be redebuting with SM at all is because he will not be with SM at all. And I think SM has no idea he is planning to do such a thing. He plans to climb tf out of that dungeon.

Final Notes:

I'm not sure what to say in notes today. I want to remind yall that everything we have been doing has made a difference, though. Every single ounce of effort expended has further spread awareness of this issue. This is truly changing and shifting something in the idol industry. I want this story to have the most perfect ending. And I hope the rest of you do too. So please, do not give up hope until the very end.

[dira333]

Stray Cat Police - Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

meet-cute and confession - for @hitoshishusband for the Milestone Event Week 1

The kitten is a tiny white thing, barely bigger than your hand.

“Oh my gosh, you are so cute!” You leave your coffee behind to crouch low, tsk to catch his attention.

It hesitates, mewling, turning its head in the opposite direction.

You expect its mother to be waiting and lean to the side to check behind the shrubbery, only to find a set of beautiful, deep purple eyes staring back at you. The kitten bites the tip of your fingers as you squeak in surprise and the guy attached to those purple eyes moves, slow and yet deliberate, toward you.

“Forget it,” you hiss, picking the kitten up. “This one’s mine.”

He halts, surprise visible in his eyes. You can’t see much more of his face, something like a metal box hiding his mouth, but his hair seems just as purple as his eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be more scared for your own safety when you find a guy in the bushes?”

You blink, embarassed. “I mean, yeah, but… you were looking at the kitten more than you were looking at me, so I… I didn’t think, I guess.”

“Well, you can still give me the kitten, and-”

“Forget it,” you interrupt him, trying to get up without flashing him in the short skirt you wore for work. “Find a different one.”

The kitten pees on your hands.

“So you want to be handed over?” You ask it and it mewls back at you pathetically. You sigh, glare ready when gloved hands reach out for it. “No.”

“It clearly needs a home.”

“And it will have one, with me.”

“I saw it first.”

“And it still chose me.”

He sighs. “Look, I’m a Hero. Maybe you’ve heard of me, but-”

“That won’t get you any brownie points here.” You hesitate. “What kind of hero are you?”

“Underground. But you might have heard of me, Brainwave?”

“Not really. Did you catch anyone big lately?”

His shoulders fall down. “No, thanks for asking.”

“Sorry. I could, uh, buy you a coffee? As a thanks for your service?”

“I really want that cat.”

“Go visit the shelter?”

“Oh, no, because I never thought of that before?” His snark is surprising, but not unwelcome.

“So why haven’t you?” You hold the kitten up to check for flees but it seems healthy. His eyes follow its movement and you clutch it back to your chest where it begins to purr.

“It’s supposed to be a present. My little sister is starting school this week and she wants a kitten.”

“And she can’t have a bigger cat why?”

“Eri’s special. If she wants a kitten that will grow with her, I will get her a kitten. There are just no kittens around, it seems. And this one…” He hesitates. “Her hair is white. Blueish white, but white. It’s perfect.”

Your heart melts at this, just a little, but enough it seems. You hesitate as well.

“Can you prove that story?”

“Sure,” he pulls out his phone, turning it for you to see. His phone background is him and a little girl with white hair and a horn on the side of her head, both of them grinning into the camera, though his grin is more on the lazy side. He’s really attractive if he’s not wearing his Hero outfit, it seems.

“And this is Petrol,” he swipes through his phone, showing off a fat cat with almost yellow fur. “He’s her Dad’s cat. Smells like Petrol too, don’t ask me why. Eri calls him Mister Stinker.”

You laugh, swallowing down the last of your hesitation.

“Fine. I will give you the kitten. But I wanna get updates on his health and if I’m not absolutely satisfied I’m taking it back.”

“Are you the stray cat police?” He jokes but you don’t smile. “Something like that. What are you going to name it?”

“I’ll let Eri decide. You’re not going to regulate that, are you?”

-

Brainwave, as you still call him, is diligent with the updates. 

Every morning you get a picture of Pitpat, the little cat, named after the pitter patter of his tiny paws on the kitchen floor, as he explained.

Pitpat is clearly well loved, if you can judge that by the amount of toys he already has. So well loved you don’t hesitate to call him up when you find a very pregnant cat on your way home.

He’s quick to answer and even quicker to question you.

“You’re not taking it in?”

“I will,” you tell him, scratching the feline’s dirty chin. “But I thought I’d give you the heads up if you wanted one of the kids.”

Surprised silence follows it. You wonder if this was a bad idea.

“I’d take the mother,” he finally answers. “No one takes the mothers, right?”

“Oh,” you blink. “That’s… very thoughtful of you. She’s a nice little lady. A little too eager to bite.”

“Bite you,” he corrects you, a grin in his voice. “She’ll love me.”

You laugh. “You’re very confident for a guy who got peed on yesterday.”

“Hey, we don’t judge Petrol’s lack of bladder control.” But he’s laughing and you wonder how you got here, joking with him on the phone when you don’t even know his first name. Or his last.

-

Lady bites him too. He promises that she bit you harder but you doubt it.

All five of her little ones find new homes and you wonder when there’ll be an end to it, the updates about the cats you no longer have any claim to.

Brainwave must know it too, because much too soon there’s a message in your inbox that you’ve been dreading for a while.

Brainwave: Can we get coffee? Where we found Pitpat? I wanna talk.

“Found more cats?” You greet him, trying to downplay the effect he has on you, the rush of your heart at his sight in sweatshirts and a loose-fitting tee, smiling this lazy smile of his.

“Isn’t that your job?”

“Just a hobby,” you deflect, cursing your sudden awkwardness when he gets up to get your drinks.

“Listen,” he twirls his cup in his hands as soon as he’s sitting, looking over your shoulder instead of into your eyes. “I wanna tell you my name.”

“You shouldn’t,” you blurt out. “I can’t sue you if I don’t know your name.”

“Why would you sue me?”

“Why would you tell me your name?”

He laughs, sudden and carefree, and it calms your heartbeat better than any anxiety medication ever could.

“I wanna go on a Date with you,” he manages to say through the last chuckles. “No crime fighting, no cat rescues, just… a date. You and me. And it would be weird if you’d call me Brainwave the whole time.”

“A date,” you echo, speechless.

“Yes. Because I like you. I don’t send so many cat updates because I’m afraid of you, you know.”

“Fooled me,” you huff and he laughs again, softer this time, a sound you want to here at least once more.

“You’re not at all afraid I could say no?” You ask after a second, fiddling with a packet of sugar to ease your nerves. “You’re that confident?”

“Not at all, I’m just very good at faking it.”

“Hmm,” you narrow your eyes at him. “Prove it.”

Without a word he pulls his phone out, swipes his thumb across and turns it over.

There’s a message on screen, riddled with typos and emojis.

Eri’s wishing him luck on his quest to confess to you.

“What if you fail?” 

The question slips out unnoticed, but you don’t miss the way his lips wobble.

“Not that you do, you know, fail, I mean.”

“So you wanna go on a date with me?”

“Promise we’re not picking up stray cats?”

“I promise to try.”

[lemoniiiiiii]

need a colin zabel fic where you are his annoying co worker yapping about your day while sitting on his desk (and on his files) swinging your feet and accidentally brushing your foot against his inner thigh and it makes things very much awkward and definitely brings up many feelings to the surface🩷

one on one

(colin zabel x reader) in where bothering your favorite co-worker results in something more than you expected... content: fluff, colin being a tired cutie a/n: this request was sooooo cute, thank you for sending it in! i love writing this man he's the sweetest ever.

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"hey, you’re back!" you say, standing from your desk as colin walks past. without a second thought, you fall into step beside him, weaving through the bustling precinct as the noise of ringing phones and low chatter surrounds you.

"hey, y/l/n," he murmurs, glancing at you briefly before his eyes go back to the case file in his hand.

"a bunch of us are heading to the bar tonight," you say, nudging him lightly. "you in?"

he sighs, his shoulders slumping just a little. "uh… i don’t think i can—"

"colin, c'mon." you raise an eyebrow, keeping your tone light but insistent.

"i’m alright, really."

"seriously," you say, quickening your pace to get ahead of him, backing into his office until you feel the hard edge of his desk and hop up onto it. "that case can wait. you need a break, or you’re gonna burn out and be no use to anyone."

he stops short, eyes narrowing a bit, and lifts an eyebrow. "you’re sitting on my files."

"i… realize that now," you say with a small, sheepish smile. "but this works in my favor. i haven’t seen you all day. can we just talk for a minute?"

knowing you won’t take no for an answer, colin sighs, placing the file in his hand beside you, signaling that you have his attention. you launch into your day—going over the calls you took, the quirky regulars, and the case you were working on. but after a while, you notice colin’s mind has drifted; he’s listening, but his focus is… somewhere else, his arms crossed, brow furrowed.

"earth to zabel—hello?" you nudge his leg playfully, and just then he snaps out of it, seeming to have had some realization. he reaches for his files, but you shift to block his path, mirroring his movements.

"colin."

he stops, and without thinking, you place a hand on his chest to balance yourself on the desk's edge. the warmth and firmness catch you off guard, and when his gaze drops to your hand, then meets yours, heat rises to your cheeks. he’s waiting for you to say something, but all you can think about is… well, him.

"someone’s been working out…" you mumble, barely realizing the words have slipped out.

colin blinks, his own face turning red. "um, what?"

oh god, did you really just say that out loud?

"nothing—sorry." you stammer, quickly removing your hand.

he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "well, i'm glad someone noticed. didn’t think it was showing yet."

"that makes it sound like you're pregnant"

"i- you know what i mean"

"anyways… uh—are you coming tonight?" you ask, watching as colin moves around to the other side of his desk, meticulously organizing a pile of files. he seems almost too focused on straightening the edges and aligning them, as if using the task to avoid your question.

finally, he looks up, giving you apologetic smile. "rain check?"

you groan in exaggerated disappointment, crossing your arms. "seriously?"

"hey—tell you what." he points at you with a small grin, as if making an official deal. "i'll take you to that, er, new place downtown you’ve been wantin' to try."

you blink, surprised. that restaurant was fancier than you’d expected him to suggest. "that’s… expensive," and intimate, you think, though you keep that part to yourself.

colin shrugs, nonchalant. "it's no problem," he says, then quickly adds, "i mean, of course, only if you're comfortable. we can just hit the bar or whatever if that's more your style."

you can't quite figure out how to respond to that, so you fall back on your usual banter. “you sure you want more one-on-one time with me?”

his expression shifts in an instant, eyes widening as he realizes how his offer sounds—like he just asked you out on a real, actual dinner date. he flushes a little, rubbing the back of his neck once again. "is that… is that a problem?" he asks, the tone of his voice dropping slightly.

you tilt your head, feeling mischevious now that the tables have turned. "not really," you say with a grin. "for me, at least. you, on the other hand… well, you’re about to lose that whole ‘working out’ physique pretty fast.”

he laughs a little. "i think i’ll survive."

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[yaniiiiism]

hi can I request anything about minho PLS ur newest story of him was so cute I’ve read it like 6 times so far 💗💗, but can it be fluffy pls :) thank you x

hihi love <33 so glad u loved the minho bd oneshot !! tyvm for the req too!! also YES I LOVEEE writing about minho. esp fluffs. so here you go, your wish is my command hshshshshshsh; its a pretty short one cuz it rly was sitting in my drafts for a loooong for now and w the 'just fine' series+other writing schedule i cant rly write more for now hah😭😭😭 hope you like this one >< !!

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♪┆pairing : lee minho x fem!reader ͏ ♪┆info : established relationship, domestic fluff, tooth rotting fluff, cute, loveeee ♪┆ personas: lino idol!au , reader is doing masters+wears spectacles, but career isn't mentioned and hobbies either so add yours !! ♪┆word count : 0.9k ♪┆warnings : sm fluff. ty for the req anon <3

The hum of the city outside was a comforting backdrop as Y/n sat in her apartment, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She adjusted the brown frame of her glasses, staring at the glowing screen in front of her.

Assignments always had a way of consuming her time, but tonight, her thoughts kept drifting elsewhere.

The sound of keys jingling at the door snapped her back to reality. She smiled to herself, knowing exactly who it was.

The door opened quietly, and the guy stepped inside, the dim light of the apartment highlighting his newly dyed dark brownish-scarlet hair. It suited him perfectly—soft, warm, hot, and too fine. 

He noticed her immediately, sitting on the couch in one of his tees- fitting her loosely, paired with shorts that barely peeked out from under the hem. She looked effortlessly cute, and his heart swelled at the sight. 

"Busy, hmm?" Her boyfriend asked, his voice gentle yet teasing, as he closed the door behind him.

She looked up, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him.

"You’re home," she exclaimed, pushing her glasses up her nose. "And you look so fluffy today. I can’t get over how perfect this hair color is on you."

Minho cringed at her words, his face turning into mock-disgust, running a hand through his soft locks. "You think so? I thought you’d like it." 

"I love it," she replied, her tone affectionate. "You look like a hot rockstar who's secretly a red velvet muffin inside."

"Interesting choice of words.." He chuckled, shaking his head at the nickname. "A red velvet muffin? Really? I was going for something more...mature."

She giggled, setting her laptop aside. "Oh, trust me, you look very mature," she teased, her eyes trailing over him. "But I can’t help it, you’re just so adorable."

Minho made his way over to her, his movements slow and deliberate. He leaned down, brushing his lips against her forehead before whispering, "And you, look way too good in my shirt."

Y/n smirked, pulling him down by his hand to sit on the armchair nearby. "You mean my shirt now," she corrected, her voice playful.

"Is that so?" His eyes sparkled with mischief. He sat down, pulling her with him so that she ended up on his lap, straddling him. 

She gasped softly, her hands instinctively finding their place on his broad shoulders. "Someone’s feeling bold tonight."

"Bold?" He tilted his head, his expression innocent. "I’m just getting comfortable."

She rolled her eyes, though her heart was racing. "Comfortable, huh?"

He nodded, his hands resting on her waist, gently tugging her closer. "Very comfortable. I mean, how could I not be when I have you right here?" His voice dropped to a whisper, lips brushing against hers.

She couldn’t help but smile, her hands moving to play with the soft strands of his dyed hair. "You really do look good with this color," she murmured, her lips hovering just above his. 

"Then stop talking about it and do something," he challenged, his voice low and teasing.

Her smile widened as she accepted the challenge, closing the small distance between them. Their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss, the kind that sent shivers down her spine. His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer as the kiss deepened.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she melted into him, every inch of her body aware of his presence. She could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips, and it was comforting, grounding her in the moment.

His hands slid up her back, his touch gentle. He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against her lips, "You taste like strawberries."

"You look like one," She chuckled softly, brushing her nose against his. "But you taste like trouble."

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked, his voice pouty, laced with amusement.

"Not at all," she replied, capturing his lips again. 

The world outside her apartment faded away, leaving just the two of them, lost in each other. Their kisses stayed soft, more calm, as if they were making up for all the time they’d spent apart. 

Minho's hands roamed over her body, his touch setting her skin on fire. He loved how she responded to him, the way she clung to him, the little gasps that escaped her lips between kisses.

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer, as if she could never get enough of him. She could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed her, and it made her heart swell with love.

Eventually, they pulled apart, both of them breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other. 

"You really need to come over more often," Y/n whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw.

The guy only chuckled, his breath warm against her skin. "I’m not going anywhere, not when you look at me like that."

She blushed, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "Like what?"

"Like I’m the only person in the world," he replied, his voice soft, sincere.

She smiled, her heart fluttering at his words. "That’s because you are," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him once more.

This time, it was better, more tender, a promise of all the moments they would share in the future.

And as they held each other, wrapped up in their own little world, they knew that nothing else mattered. Not the assignments, not the schedules, not the outside world—just the two of them, here, in this moment.

a/n. ୨ৎ

LOVED writing this. ginger/red/brown lino has me on a chokehold (clearly). originally thought of seungmo but minho fit too so !! thanku to my first req, dear anon, once again, hope u love it bae <3 if u liked this lmk by commenting or liking <3 check out my post-schedule/masterlist/taglists/etc right here ! channie late bd fic soon ! thank you for reading >< !! — love, yani ♥︎

[spokantruth]

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content: smutty little thought

evp reading: hello my little ghosts some small thought i had a while back that i rewrote and wanted to share cause sub hyunjin has been my brain rot recently ❤︎

warnings: pegging, sub/dom, sub hyunjin x dom reader, praising cause that boy needs it, implied multiple rounds, overstimulated, soft aftercare

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subby hyunjin who knows you’ve been so busy so he didn’t want to bother you with his needy wants. Trying to deal with it himself but jesus christ… he just can’t get himself to cum

subby hyunjin who calls you around 10 at night knowing you probably just got out of your after work shower. Meekly asking your to come over, over the phone. “please buba… c-can you come over?.. you can even stay the weekend to make it easier!” he tries to help convince you

subby hyunjin who is ecstatic when you happily agree to stay the weekend and tell him your packing you bag now and will be there in 15 minutes. Quickly running upstairs to his room to put on his lotion and rose perfume. He only wants to smell the sweetest. Slipping on his soft pink sweater. the one that compliments his soft and plushy lips. A pair of small matching pink boxers.

subby hyunjin who looks at himself in his full length mirror while smiling brightly at how cute (and ready) he is for you. The same mirror you fucked him in front of the weekend before last. Those memories flooding in and making his cheeks turn pink like his sweater. The tent in his boxers poking out a bit. Making him pull down his sweater a little.

subby hyunjin who hears the doorbell ring and scurries downstairs immediately. Ripping the door open and yanking you inside. Making you drop your bag and laugh. “Hello my jinnie” god that name. That danm name. The name that makes him wanna fall to his knees and beg everytime he hears it. No no he can’t do that just yet though. Too shy to admit why he wants you there.

subby hyunjin who won’t stop clinging to you as you walk around his place. Gently tugging at your tight black t shirt while you walk around the kitchen to pick up a few things and get a glass of water. You’ve been here for 15 minutes and he already can’t handle the fact your hands aren’t all over him.

subby hyunjin who hugs you from behind tightly, hiding his face in your neck as he speaks. “ i need you buba… please i couldn’t do it on my own.. it hurts so bad” He whispers. His plush lips brushing against your neck lightly. And just like that, the switch flipped in your brain. Smirking and tugging him in front of you. “oh?… my jinnie need my help”

subby hyunjin who’s only seconds later bent over the island in his kitchen, Boxers pooled down at his feet. Glittery pink strap buried deep inside him. You, leaning over him with your sweats tugged down just enough for your strap to poke out. The strap that you wore over cause you knew why he wanted you over just by the tone in his voice. One hand reached over to tangle with his and your other hand holding his pretty waist tightly. “Look at you jinnie~ So well behaved and taking it . so. well” you say while punctuating each word with a strong thrust to his sweet spot.

subby hyunjin who’s drooling and hiccuping by the time he’s now sprawled out on his bed. Satin black sheets making his pretty self pop more. Overstimulated from two rounds already. Your own clothes stripped already and piled on the floor.

subby hyunjin who can’t help but to blabber while unable to think straight. “fuck fuck fuck~ Don’t stop!” “thank you baby thank you thank you” “so full mmmm~” Gasps at the end of each sentence.

subby hyunjin who is completely out of breath by the end of you twos love time. His naked body curled up into your naked body, tangled in his satin sheets. Both bodies littered in red bite marks, purple and pink splotches, and red stripes. His brain still fuzzy but now not with lust but with love. Your sweet voice whispering praises in his ear and one hand massaging his sore thigh and the other gently tracing shapes along his back. “You did so well baby” “oh my sweet jinnie you were such a good boy” “I love you my masterpiece”

subby hyunjin who falls asleep in your arms knowing he’s well taken care of and has the ability to return the favor to you in the morning. A round 4?

[urarakasgff]

girls like girls | uraraka x f! reader

Hey everyone! This is a Urarka x fem reader. There is no use of names besides hers, and no descriptions besides that this is a girlxgirl fic. This is my first ever fanfic and it's not proofread, so please keep that in mind!

Intro:

It was a winter night, Uraraka and you had been spending the whole night gossiping, watching movies, eating snacks, and just enjoying one another’s company. You both had been friends since the very first day of going to UA, and you guys were inseparable. It was to the point if either one of you were missing during class, Mr. Aizawa or All Might would ask where the other one was. You guys were that close.

Fortunately, you guys also both live in a dorm together, sharing the communal duties, like cleaning and cooking (even though she was definitely the better cook). You guys were beyond comfortable with one another, there were no secrets, nothing. 

The only small issue was, you had a giant crush on your best friend. You liked her. But why ruin everything? It's not like you know if she even actually likes girls, she’s never really “came out” or even mentioned girls before… but it's not like she’s mentioned any boys either. 

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We were giggling at the movie we were watching (it was definitely Mean Girls for like the 100th time) and I laid my head on her chest, keeping my hand over her stomach as she played with my hair. It wasn’t something that was unusual for us, physical touch was a massive thing in our friendship, but I couldn’t help but fall for her more and more each time.

“Why is Regina such a massive dick- her and Janis just need to get together already!” I said bursting out laughing. “Like cmon-”

Uraraka’s laugh also filled the room, that sweet adorable giggle. I could never get enough of it. “You think they like each other?” She said, a little surprised, a small smile on her lips.

“Oh they definitely do,” I said looking back up at her smiling. Her face was so close to me, I could see that cute little light in her eyes, she literally looks like she’s made of glitter and sunshine. A small hint of pink scattered across my face from the close proximity of us two.

She let out a small giggle at my response. “You're probably not wrong, but they're sooo mean to each other though!” She said letting out a small laugh, with a hint of a whine at the movie’s odd dynamic.

I gave her a small shrug, still smiling and looking into her eyes. Honestly, I could care less about the movie right now, my entire focus was on her. The hint of pink on my face now became more noticeable as time passed and I kept just admiring her face.

Uraraka let out another small giggle, raising her eyebrows a slight bit. “Whaaaat?” She said, dragging out the word, a small hint of confusion in her words.

“Nothing- you’re just really pretty Chaco,” I said, my face turning even hotter now. I couldn’t help it, I always wanted to just be affectionate with her, show her how pretty she was, anything.

The smile on her face grew, and her usual blush appeared back onto her cheeks. She loved the nickname you had for her. “Thanks, so are you, you know-” She said giggling once again.

Would it really be the worst thing if I just confessed now? Just maybe, she feels the same way, or I'm just delusional. Probably the latter. Everyday was getting harder to be this close with her, spending so much time with her, having these sweet intimate moments with her. 

All I did was push myself into the nape of her neck, almost as if I was trying to hide from my own feelings with her comfort. I tightened my grip on her stomach, now fiddling with the hem of her shirt, a thing I always did when I was anxious.

“You okay?” She said softly, moving her arm to my back and rubbing small circles. Her touch, her presence, her warmth, it was so much. As I continued to bury myself into her neck further, I could smell her perfume, vanilla.

I heard her call out my name now, still trying to get my attention and have me talk to her. She was always so caring.

“I’m okay Chaco, don't worry,” I said gently back to her, but that hint of nervousness still flickered in my voice as I spoke. I knew she’d continue to encourage me to speak up, she always wanted to make sure I was okay.

“Are you sure? I’m here for you, you know that,” She said gently, once again. She continued to still rub small circles on my back, maintaining that warmth and comfort I desperately need right now. 

A let out a small sigh, reluctant, but I spilled my guts anyways.

I finally positioned myself to look at her, the blush on my face still evident, but you could just see how apprehensive I was to tell her. She won’t hate me, right? This won't change anything, it won’t. 

I continued to mess with the hem of her shirt, spinning the fabric in between my fingers, trying to get my heart to stop from beating out of my chest. “Chaco, this might be a bit odd but..” I hesitated before I kept going, breaking the eye contact I was trying hard to hold onto.

I felt her free hand cup my face, gently bringing my gaze back onto her. The worry in her eyes was soft, and it just made my heart beat even more.

“I like you,” I said to her gently, my voice trembling a bit.

And there it was, a small smile appeared on her face. “I like you too.”

“R-really?” I said in a bit of awe, a smile of my own now on my face. I was blushing like an idiot. My own best friend likes me back, this can’t be real.

“Yeah dummy,” She said giggling a bit, her thumb caressing my cheek. I could see that gentle look in her eyes, her gaze was full of affection and care.

I giggled back as well, my eyes becoming glossy from my excitement, my emotions were high, and I was just in awe. This beautiful girl, my best friend, my Chaco, liked me back? I just felt like I was on cloud nine, like I was floating. Actually, it felt even better than floating, and I could say from experience of Uraraka using her powers on me, this was a thousand times better.

“I didn’t even know you liked girls” I said a bit sheepishly, still in shock. I moved my arm from her stomach, now placing my own hand over hers that was on my cheek.

She gave me a small shrug back, that smile still on her face. “I never really talked about it to people before. I didn’t feel like I had to, I like who I like, even if that’s girls, I don’t see why that matters,” She said softly.

She wasn’t wrong. Girls like girls, it wasn’t any different from boys liking girls and vice versa. Totally would have been nice to know prior to having to spill my guts to her and taking a shot in the dark. 

I smiled at her, “Guess you’re not wrong.” 

I glanced down at her lips and back at her eyes. This moment felt intimate, different than anything we had before. A blush was still scattered on my face, especially from how close we were, and the things we just said.

I noticed she glanced down at my lips too. Her own blush became more prevalent as we just spent time in this position. 

I felt her pull my face closer to hers, and then she pressed her lips against mine. It was gentle, sweet- nothing like I had ever experienced before. I couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. Her lips felt warm, familiar, and there it was, the hint of vanilla on her lips too. The kiss lingered for a moment, before we pulled back. 

We both giggled a bit, as the blush remained on our dumb and lovestruck faces.

[koolades-world]

Spellbound Secrets

chapter ten: the human world

synopsis: The House of Lamentation caught fire one night, and you were the only one they recovered from the wreckage. The brothers were in the house as well when you went to bed that night, but they were nowhere to be found. The pact marks are faded, and seem to be getting more and more indefinite by the day. You and Solomon get to investigating but oddly enough, nobody can seem to remember the missing brothers. It’s up to you, with the help of Solomon, to find your beloved demons, lest you never see them again.

navigation: playlist | prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten (you are here!) | chapter eleven (coming next week) (if you're looking for all spellbound secrets content, such as chapters ahead of this one, head to my tags masterlist or simply look up the tag spellbound secrets!)

authors note: omg oops did not realize a whole month had gone by without an update! my bad lol. for some reason i only thought it was two week? oh well, we're back and better than ever now. did some more work on the plotline too. all i'll say is that i'm a sucker for troupes and hope that you don't mind if i sneak a few in haha. thank you for your patience!

To say you were eager would be an understatement. Upon hearing the news that you'd be leaving for the human world that day helped you shake off the excess sleepiness like it was nothing.

"What time are we leaving?" You sat straight up.

"I knew you'd be excited." Solomon chuckled. When you sat there, staring at him expectantly, he realized he hadn't answered your question. "How does after dinner tonight sound?"

"It's settled!" You hurried out of bed, and quickly began getting ready for the day. While it was a late start, it was still a start nonetheless. You finished getting ready quicker than you ever had before, and made your way downstairs to enjoy a late breakfast. Simeon was in the kitchen, doing the dishes.

"You slept in today." Simeon commented as you made yourself a cup of coffee.

"Everyone needs to have a lazy day." You shrugged. The angels didn't know about your escapade last night, and you hoped to keep it that way.

"It's a great feeling." He responded. "Luke wanted waffles for breakfast this morning, so leftovers are in the fridge. You'll see them when you open it." As he was walking by, he set down the coffee creamer and a spoon next to you.

"Thank you." You absentmindedly prepared your coffee the way you liked it, while mentally buzzing about what your trip might be like.

"Solomon told me about your vacation. Are you excited?" Simeon asked.

"Very. I love the Devildom, and it's amazing in it's own way, but I miss the human world. I miss the rising sun every morning, the food, the atmosphere, and just humans in general." It had been a moment since you'd seen the real sun. Before the fire, you'd had a lamp imitated the sun installed in your room that had been a gift from the brothers. You knew it wouldn't hold a candle to the real thing though.

"I understand the sentiment. I miss the Celestial Realm sometimes too. But, I've enjoyed my time here, and I've learned much thanks to the exchange program." Simeon nodded.

"I didn't know the Devildom existed until the moment I got teleported here." You laughed, recalling that confusing day. While it had been hectic, that was the day you met the demons that would change your life. Thinking of that day invigorated you, and had you more determined to find the truth.

"I remember that day like it was yesterday. Your expressions were so cute." Solomon, who'd presumably just entered the room, chimed in.

"You're just saying that." You turned your back to him to hide your smile.

"He's right. It was a winsome look on you." Simeon agreed. Solomon came up behind you and pinched your cheeks, lifting your mouth into bigger smile.

"You guys are too sweet. We were all in the same boat. Enough about that. Where's Luke?" You were desperate to leave that conversation topic behind.

"He's in the back garden. He's tending to the plants Barbatos gave him, and he's very determined to keep them healthy." Simeon pointed through the kitchen window. If you squinted, you could see the top of his hat behind some of the bushes.

"He doesn't know we're leaving yet, right?" Both men in the room shook their heads. "I should go tell him then." You set your mug down, and moved to head to the door before you were stopped.

"You might want to wait until later. He won't let your out of his site if he hears you're going to be gone longer than a few hours." Solomon chuckled.

"You're right. But, when are we going to tell him then? We can't just vanish on him." You asked.

"We can tell him tonight at dinner. We're leaving after that so we don't have to worry about grocery shopping until tomorrow." Solomon sounded oddly delighted at the prospect of grocery shopping. You, on the other hand, were much less enthusiastic. Cooking for both of you was one thing. Fending off Solomon from helping you was another.

"Alright. That's fine, I guess." You rubbed the back of your neck, picking at the wisps of hair.

"Do you still feel guilty?" Simeon could probably tell from the look on your face.

"Yeah. But, it can't be helped. Solomon, will you come help me pack?" When he raised an eyebrow at you, you elaborated. "I don't know anything about where you live, so I don't know what kind of clothes to bring. Plus, how will we coordinate our outfits?" You needled.

"Alright, I'll go with you." You could tell he'd given what you'd said some more thought. You actually wanted him to come with you so you'd be able to enter your room with his comfort. Solomon had been the one going in and out of your room to get what you needed from in there.

"We'll be back later." You told Simeon.

"Do you want your coffee?" The angel gestured to the cup you'd left sitting on the counter.

"Just leave it there. I'll finish it later." You waved him off. You knew you'd probably forget about it, but at least this way you'd feel a little less wasteful. With that, Solomon left the room and ascended the stairs, leaving you to trail behind him.

You weren't completely sure if you were ready to go back to your room yet, but you knew you had to try. You felt as if you'd made progress since the day you were discharged from the hospital. There was also things to be missed about your space.

As soon as Solomon cracked open the door, memories came rushing back in. You moved to the center of the room, welcoming the rush. While that feeling of everything about the room existing being wrong persisted, the familiar was like a warm hug. Solomon lingered in the doorway behind you. You made your way around the room, inspected things that caught your interest. They felt, and seemed exactly the way you'd last seen them. The only things that had seemed to be touched was your clothes drawers and closet. Everything was messier than you'd left it, but you could tell Solomon had tried his best to keep things tidy. You took a seat on your bed, and spent a while longer in silence, drinking in the sights.

"It's identical. I still can't believe this exists. This shouldn't be here." You hung your head.

"It's so odd. I can remember the original room, but I also remember this room." Solomon said gently. The two of you sat in the stillness for a while.

"I lost almost everything in that fire, and nobody even knows it." A smile filled with self pity formed on your face. Solomon seemed like he wanted to say something, but you held up your hand. "Before you protest, I'm glad I have you though. Where would I be without you?"

"Dead in a ditch somewhere?" He took a seat beside you on your bed, offering his not so helpful opinion.

"Sounds about right." You let out a snort as Solomon patted you on the back.

"Would you feel any better if I told you I had a surprise for you?" Solomon asked.

"Last time you said that, I turned blue for a week." You recalled that day. It was much funnier looking back on it now, but in the moment, you could've have thought closer to the opposite.

"This is a different surprise, I promise."

"If you say so." You tried your best not to sound convinced, but you were already looking forward to whatever he had planned.

"For this surprise, you're going to need a nice outfit." He chirped.

"Are you taking me on a fancy date?" You finally turned to him, interested in his expression.

"You'll see." His eyes sparkled. He had something big planned, and you were hoping it had nothing to do with his cooking.

"I'll get out my nicests outfits, and you can let me know which I should bring." You hadn't opened your closet since the House of Lamentation. You were a bit hesitant, but with everything else you'd endured, especially reentering your room, you felt that you had it in you to do what you needed to. The two of you had fun packing, and while you never fully forgot where you were, it was easier to brush it aside with Solomon at your side. Since it was the beginnings of winter in the human world, you packed lots of warm outfits. Devildom days were sweltering, and the nights were freezing. You were a little sad you wouldn't get to break out your summer pajamas, you were excited to wear all of your day to day winter clothes.

Once you were finished packing, you set the bag in Solomon's room next to his already packed bag. The two of you were ready to go. You were antsy, to say the least. It would be good for you to get out the house, and back to the human world. You spent the rest of the day sitting on your hands. At dinner, Solomon was the one to break the news to Luke. He looked upset, but took the news well. Rather than focus on eating, Luke insisted on holding your hand for the rest of the meal.

When it was finally time to go, Solomon suggested the both of you change to warmer clothes so you wouldn't be cold when you teleported to the human world. You bundled up, and happened to arrive downstairs faster than the sorcerer. Luke and Simeon were standing in the foyer, waiting for you.

"I'm going to miss you." Luke hugged you for what felt like the hundreth time.

"I won't be gone for too long. I'll be back before you know it." You squeezed Luke back as tight as you could.

"Are you sure you have to go?" He pleaded.

"Do you remember what Solomon said?" Simeon asked. You hadn't been told what their secret conversation was about, but you figured it must've been something on your surprise.

"I hope you have fun. It's exactly what I would want if I was you." While he still seemed sad, you could tell he was telling the truth. It made you think that little bit harder about what it might be. Your thought process was interrupted by Solomon plodding down the stairs. His large duffle bag was slung over his shoulder. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck, and a long overcoat covered most of his body. It almost reminded you of what he usually wore, but it was very becoming of him.

"Ready, my dear apprentice?" He offered his arm to you. After repressing a smile, you took it.

"Stay safe, you two." Simeon waved. Luke joined in after wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. With a dramatic sweeping of his hands, he teleported the two of you to the human world. It was quite different to the teleport he'd made out of the catacombs of the House of Lamentation. They journey was smooth, and before you knew it, you were staring up at the sky instead of a ceiling.

"You're going to love my house." Solomon sounded excited. You looked up and saw house on top of a hill, surrounded by fields. It was dark, so you couldn't tell exactly surrounded the house, but as the two of you gazed at the house, a light popped on. From what you could see, the house seemed cute.

"It's not as cold as I thought it was going to be." You shivered.

"Take a guess as to what I'm growing." Solomon led you over to the nearest field. You leant over a fence, squinting.

"It's winter though." You wracked your brain for plants that could grow in conditions like this.

"Lean closer and take a deep breath." He urged you to figure out for yourself, rather than just tell you.

"Alright…" When Solomon asked you to smell something, it almost never ended well. But, you trusted him. So, you did as he asked. You could smell the crisp air, but once you got past the stinging, you smelt something that was all too familiar.

"Lavender. It's lavender." You glanced back at Solomon to see if your guess was correct. His grin told you more than enough. You reached forward and brushed the light dusting of snow off the plants. You saw the distinct purple flowers. "How are you growing lavender in winter?" When you stared at him in disbelief, he chuckled.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" You realized he was probably talking about his magical abilities.

"Let's talk about this tomorrow. I'm ready to get to bed." You swatted at his shoulder when he laughed at your oversight.

"Follow me then, dearest."

[lucy90712]

Something about dad gavi plzzz about future 😊

The sound of a baby crying woke me from my sleep although I don't think I was really asleep I haven't really slept in days. Only two days ago Pablo and I brought home our little girl Mila she's three days old and last night was just our second night at home alone with her. It's been a lot but  it's all worth it when I see her little face, there are times I just can't believe she's ours but she very much is. Having a newborn means lots of waking up in the night which is exactly why I haven't slept much but Pablo does his best to help where he can he will change Mila in the night so I can stay in bed even though I'm always awake I really appreciate his help. 

By the time I came to my senses Pablo was already getting out of bed to grab Mila from her bassinet in the bedroom. He tried to settle her but I could tell she needed feeding so he handed her to me after I sat up in bed. I'm still very much figuring out this whole motherhood thing especially the feeding I never know if I'm doing it right and I find it uncomfortable having to hold the a baby in such a particular way. Pablo must've picked up on this as he grabbed one of his pillows and put it under my arms so I could rest them and Mila on it which helped a ton. He's already proving to be the best dad which I knew he would be as he's already proved himself to be an amazing husband but it's different seeing him be the amazing dad I knew he would be. 

Pablo showed just how much of an amazing husband he is straight away as he held my water bottle for me so I could make sure I'm hydrated and he brushed my hair for me which come to think of it I don't think I've brushed it in days. When Mila was done feeding I got up to walk around to burp her and get her to go back to sleep. She doesn't like to go back to sleep she's a very active baby and like to just lay awake looking around which is cute but it means we never know what to do with her and if we can leave her be or if we have to watch her. 

"Let me take her I'll keep her entertained while you shower and do all your skincare and stuff" Pablo said 

"Are you sure?" I asked 

"Of course go and spend some time taking care of yourself you can’t take care of Mila if you don't take care of yourself so take your time we'll be fine won't we Mila" he said while Mila made a noise in agreement 

"Thank you you're the best I love you so much" I said 

"I love you too now go we'll be waiting for you" he said 

The shower was the best shower I think I've ever had I have showered a couple times since we got home but they have been quick showers just to wash my body and not to enjoy the peace and warm water. I also got to wash my hair and take care of my skin. Pablo was right doing all that made me feel like a new woman and I feel so much better and less like a zombie. As I just gave birth none of my clothes fit me so I stole some of Pablo's knowing he wouldn't care and I've been living in them for the last few days anyway. 

Once I was ready I headed downstairs to be greeted by the sweetest sight. Pablo had Mila in his arms and was stroking the hair on her head while whispering to her so I couldn't hear what he was saying but I just know it will be something sweet. For whatever reason seeing Pablo holding our little girl made me really emotional seeing him holding Mila after waiting 9 months to meet her and knowing he's already as in love with her as I am. Since giving birth my hormones have been crazy and I seem to have no control over my feelings so after watching Pablo and Mila for a few seconds I couldn't stop myself crying but this time not from sadness or pain like when I was pregnant but out of pure happiness. I wiped my tears as I went and sat down next to my little family who I already love so much. 

"Why are you crying amor did something happen?" Pablo asked 

"No nothing happened just seeing you with Mila made me emotional knowing how much you love her just makes me feel so happy" I said 

"We both love you so much too don't we Mila we love mama" he said 

"You know she looks so much like you she definitely has your nose" Pablo said 

"I'm glad she at least looks a little bit like me after I carried her for 9 months and pushed her out"  I laughed 

"You were so amazing in the hospital you know the nurses said to me they rarely see women as calm as you having their first baby" he said 

"Having you there helped a lot as my biggest worry was having to do it without you so I felt better just having you by my side" I admitted 

"I'm so glad she came on my day off and not when I was away" he said 

"Me too" I agreed 

We spent the next few hours just relaxing and I think I fell asleep while we had a movie on but Pablo won't tell me as he doesn't want me to feel guilty about getting rest when I need it. I really did need the rest as today a few of Pablo's teammates are coming over to meet Mila. We've had family come over the last few days but no friends have met her yet and Pablo wanted to start with a few of his teammates and I was happy to agree as I get along with all of them really well. When I fell asleep it was still two hours before they were coming over but now they are going to be here in less than 10 minutes. I haven't moved as quickly in weeks maybe months as I did when I realised the time as I needed to make myself look at least somewhat presentable and by that I mean put my hair up and put on some of my own clothes even if they felt uncomfortable. 

Just as I made it downstairs the doorbell rang so Pablo went to let Pedri in as we both knew it would be him arriving first as he doesn't like to be late to anything. Pedri came in and he had food that his brother had cooked with him for us so that we don't have to cook which I thanked him for and I made him promise to thank his brother. Not long after Fermin and Ferran turned up and they also had food for us so neither of us will be cooking for days. Mila needed feeding so I fed her while the boys caught up but then I gave her to Pablo so he could show her off. If there's something he loves more than his daughter it's showing her off he's so proud of her she's the best thing in his life and that truly melts my heart. 

"She's so tiny" Pedri commented 

"I wouldn't say that too loud in front of y/n she keeps telling me that she certainly didn't feel that tiny" Pablo joked 

"Well she's gorgeous takes after her mother" Fermin said 

"I would say I'm offended but I'm not because your right she looks exactly like her mother and she's gorgeous" Pablo said 

"How are you feeling y/n?" Ferran asked 

"I'm doing ok tired and sore as expected but I couldn't be happier" I said 

"And Pablo's being a good husband and father right?" Pedri asked 

"He's been great at taking care of me and Mila I couldn't ask for more" I said 

Once they were all satisfied that we were both ok and taken care of we got to enjoy some time all together and they each got to hold her. Of course they were all under strict supervision from Pablo and made so sit as still as a statue so they didn't hurt her which was definitely overkill but I know Pablo is only concerned about our baby. It was nice to spend some time with friends and talk about things other than the baby as much as we love her it's nice to feel somewhat normal again. They couldn't stay forever though as they have their own lives to live so they left us after staying for a few hours leaving the place silent as Mila was asleep in her bassinet. 

We haven't had any time alone since before Mila was born as someone was Pablo was either away or someone was at the house checking on us so it felt strange for it to be just us and for it to be so quiet felt odd too. Really we should use the time to get things done like the endless amounts of washing that comes with having a newborn or the housework which has been majorly neglected but neither of us rushed to get up and do it. Instead of getting up Pablo laid down on the sofa and pulled me down with him so we could cuddle. His arms fit so perfectly around my waist, while I was pregnant his arms didn't fit round the bump but now he can properly hold me in his arms and I can feel the connection I always feel when his arms are around me. 

It wasn't long before Pablo put a hand under my chin and leaned down to kiss me which made me realise we haven't kissed each other all day and maybe not yesterday either. Having a new baby really does change your life and your routine and right now we don't feel like ourselves but we'll get there and we will find the time to just be a couple again but for right now we need to soak up the little moments like this while we can. Kissing him felt good but the quiet moment to ourselves didn't last long as soon enough Mila was crying and needed attention so Pablo got up to deal with her while I waited for him to come back. 

As soon as Pablo came back he handed Mila to be so I could snuggle her while he heated up some of the food that his teammates brought over for dinner. Newborn snuggles are the best they are still so tiny that they just settle right in and let you hold them for as long a you want. It's like a reward for all the pain of giving birth and the struggles of pregnancy for me and for Pablo it's a great way to bond with her and to make me want another one already just seeing him with her. 

For the next few hours we just spend our time admiring our little girl until it was an acceptable time to go to bed. I fed Mila before handing her off to Pablo so he could go and get her ready for bed which he insists becomes our routine every morning and evening so I can get some time for myself especially once he starts to go back to training after the summer is over. It didn't take me long to get ready for bed and it wasn't long before Pablo joined me and I got to cuddle into his side as we both tried to get to sleep as quickly as we could so we can make the most of the time we've got before Mila inevitably wakes up needing one of us. Before we know it this newborn phase will be over and we'll be missing it so I'm trying to enjoy every moment of these newborn days while they're still here. 

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any random hc's you have for cadet!aruani? literally go all out, i don't mind how long it is before you think you're rambling (which still wouldn't even be a problem, the more the merrier!) id love to hear them!!

Hello! Omg thanks for the opportunity!

To be honest I don't think I have that many xD Most of my cadet headcanons are mentioned in BECK, but I guess I can think of a few that I haven’t figured out a way to work in yet.

Paradis and Marley have different writing systems. They both speak the same language (aka that of the former Eldian empire), but in the century of separation the spelling on some words and even their meanings diverged from the original language. This means that RBA had to relearn how to write when they arrived on Paradis. Annie and the rest still make the occasional mistake. Armin noticed the seemingly random errors Annie makes when they started studying together. He attributes them to her rushing through her homework, and he thinks it’s extremely cute. He hasn’t said anything though, other than correct them gently when she gives him her essay to proofread, because he doesn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. For her part, Annie avoids giving him an explanation because she’s too scared he’s going to figure out she’s lying. She secretly worries about whether he thinks she’s dumb and tries to memorize the right spelling of every word he has ever corrected as quickly as possible. 

Before they started talking, they had noticed each other in the library. Annie was there to ascertain the technology level of the enemy military and Armin was there to learn… well, everything he could manage! Too shy to just sit together, they each used to pick a desk at opposite sides of the otherwise empty room. Armin did try to initiate conversation once, by offering Annie some almonds he had with him as snacks, but she declined and that was the end of it. 

If Armin was bolder, he’d get her gloves for her birthday because her hands are always cold. He knows because she always rubs them together when no one is looking. If Annie was bolder, he’d get him ribbons for his hair for his birthday because he keeps asking Mina and Krista for hair-ties during training. He’d look pretty in ribbons, she thinks. As it stands neither have so much as whispered a quiet “Happy birthday” to each other. 

Armin gets irrationally jealous when the other boys tease Bertolt over his crush on Annie. He doesn’t understand why he feels so offended in her stead when lewd comments about her body are whispered in the training grounds. Annie is surprised no one is talking about how cute Armin is when she eavesdrops on the girls talking about boys in the barracks. It’s always “He’s so sweet,” and they move on. Are they blind?? She has to press her lips together not to blurt out something herself. She’d never live it down if she did. 

I think that’s all I have! Sorry if it was short, I hope you liked them :)