#they met as friends. and then they became whatever they are now. there IS something there. do you remember it? do you remember?

[everythingne]

this little life - dr3

Three moments in the girls lives when you and Daniel support the girls through thick and thin. And one where they come to support you.

Rosella, learns the second definition of 'Shark Week' on the week of her thirteenth birthday.

Sienna's first boyfriend at sixteen, and subsequent heartbreak.

Different move out days for your girls, big emotions that cannot be contained.

warnings/notes: period talk, cheating, this fic is so old danny was in f1 when i started it... this shit is LONG so buckle in!!!

Ever since Rosella was able to kick in your stomach, she always preferred Daniel. It was funny, the second Daniel would start speaking she would kick, and when he stopped cooing at her she'd stop. From birth she only reacted to his voice, she wanted to be near him 24/7, 365, he was the only one who could calm her down, and the person she went to for everything when her problems became more than just hunger and sleepiness.

And now you had a pouty Daniel to deal with because for the first time in her whole life, Rosella didn't want to go on their little father daughter date this week.

Usually around the second week of each month, Daniel took Rosella out by himself on one night and Sienna out the next. This had started back when the girls cried to you around five years old, upset they never got to see him due to how much he was racing and how they had to stay back due to having school now. A plan was hatched and between races, Daniel would shower the girls with as much love as possible, and every weekend that was close enough you'd bring the girls to him. It was expensive and tiring, but it was worth it to see them smile. And it was originally just until the girls were older, and they understood why he was gone so often.

But then it just became habit, which Daniel was a creature of, and now his habit was being broken because Rosella was moody and didn't want to go. Daniel is the best father you've ever known, you've seen how much he sacrifices for his girls, but fourteen year old Rosella's gotten her first period and feels awful and feels too embarrassed to tell him.

You'd tried hinting, vaguely mentioning things you assume he would've picked up from Michelle or from you, but nothing. He was clueless.

So when Rosella texts you and asks for you to come to her room, he asks you to figure out what's wrong with her. You say you will, press a kiss to his cheek, and then make your way to your eldest daughters room. Knocking, you wait for the soft 'come in' and make your way into the room.

"Heya, baby, how are you feeling?" You move to the side of the bed where shes curled in a ball, holding out one of her reheatable stuffies.

"I feel awful." she hiccups and you soothe her, gently placing your hands on her face and rubbing your thumbs along her wet under eyes. She'd gotten the worst of it, the terrible acne, the horrible cramps, the nausea... she looked sick as a dog. You briefly wonder if she actually is sick on top of her period.

"Do you want me to have Dad come sit with you?" You offer, the TV in her room is paused on whatever episode of Friends she'd paused when texting you. Rosella shakes her head, but a small smile creeps on your face. Friends was the show she and Daniel were watching together. Daniel had been able to quote it since you met him, but there was something special about him watching his daughter react to it all for the first time.

"Why are you watching your show without him?" You ask, rubbing her stomach and hoping to alleviate some of her cramping and you press rhythmically into her skin.

"It's stupid." She starfishes out, welcoming the gentle massage as you tut.

"If it's bothering you, it's not stupid." You say, "And I have you and you have me, so what's really going on?"

"I miss him," Rosella admits, as if her father is off in Vegas racing and not downstairs on the couch, when she sees your confusion clearly written on your face, she continues, "He's a guy, he doesn't wanna be here when I'm all... bleeding and shit. And I didn't wanna explain why I didn't wanna go out because I thought it would gross him out and now I feel bad."

"Don't feel bad, Ells. He might be a guy, but he's your father." You say, setting the plushie on your lap, "And before he was your father, he was my boyfriend, so trust me when I say he won't mind. He gets it, I think Aunt Mickey made sure of that. If anything, it might make him upset because he thinks you're growing up, not because he gets grossed out."

Rosella contemplates your words, her curly hair mused against her pillows, brown eyes watching you. It's like your genetics didn't even try with her. She's still for a few moments before she lets out a low sigh and nods.

"Okay. But only if you warn him before." Rosella points, before curling back into a ball and you nod, peppering some soft kisses to her hairline before getting up off her bed with a promise to send her father back up properly armed.

You pass Daniel in the living room and wave him over, plopping the stuffed rabbit on the counter before opening up the microwave and setting it inside. Daniel has rolled over to see what you're doing, and slowly gets up as you turn on the microwave and turn to the fridge.

"What's that look for?" He asks as you open one of the drawers and open a box of yogurt cups, only to pull out some chocolate from your hidden stash. Daniel walks into the kitchen slow, knowing the look on your face is one of determination as you hand him the chocolate and then two water bottles from the fridge. You shut the fridge as the microwave currently heating a stuffed rabbit dings, and hand it to him as well.

"Honey, what are you doing?" He asks as you root through another drawer and then stick a takeout menu for one of the various takeout places in your area and point at him.

"Rosella's got her first period. That's why she doesn't wanna go out. She feels like shit, and her hormones are all over the place, but she didn't say anything because she thought it would gross you out, okay? You remember how I was before the girls, how my periods wrecked me?"

Daniel just nods.

"Take that and make it ten times worse, because it's her first one. So, you are gonna go up, and be the best damn dad you always are, and make her feel better."

Daniel nods once more, kisses you in thanks, and is double timing up the stairs. You follow, stopping in the hallway just outside of the doorway so you can listen to him and Ella as they talk.

"Yeah, she told me." Daniel sits down on the edge of the bed, lifting the blanket off your eldest and laying the hot stuffed rabbit across her lower stomach. Rosella sighs softly as Danny rubs a hand along her arm, squeezing her shoulder before laying the blanket back over her.

"I'm sorry I'm being moody." She apologizes and you watch Daniel scoff and shake his head, one hand coming up to start to pull her curls up into her usual position so he can tuck her little bonnet on. A gift from her aunt, who had the same incredibly curly hair.

"Your body is kinda rejecting itself right now," Daniel tightens the bonnets top, adjusting it how he knows Rosella likes it to sit. You didn't even realize he remembered that, "You're allowed to be a--dare I say it, bitch this week."

Rosella giggles at that, and Daniel takes her and sits her up so he can have her drink some of the water. You're not expecting Rosella to nearly chug half the bottle. They split a chocolate bar as Daniel then gets up to pick up her room, having Rosella recount stories from her last few practices with Red Bull's Junior team, since Danny had missed them. While she talks, you quickly head downstairs and fill up two Yeti's. You keep one for Rosella, but briefly pop in your youngests room to check on her. Sienna's playing some old Italian music, you can almost smell the Ricciardo's home down the road with the music she plays as she works on finishing up some work. It's her final for one of her engineering courses, and she happily explains it to you while you help her stretch out her body in her seat.

Once done there, you slip back upstairs to Rosella's room, holding the water bottle in one hand and pausing in the hall when you hear Rosella laughing so hard she's wheezing. It's a welcome sound compared to her tears earlier, and you lean on the wall once more to watch.

"And you're watching our show without me!" Daniel scoffs, turning back to his daughter as he throws an extra blanket on her bed to add to the four he'd already tossed on, "Which should be a crime!"

"I needed to know what happened at the wedding!" Rosella defends and Daniel gawks at the title of the episode before getting into the bed himself.

"This is like, one of the best parts of the show!" Daniel defends, "how far into the episode did you get?"

"I finished part one, Phoebe just found the pregnancy test. I'm gonna scream if it's Monica's." Rosella claims as her father moves to sit next to her. You see a flicker of contemplation roll across her dark eyes before she shrugs and you watch the best possible thing happen, Rosella curls into his side and wraps herself around his arm. Like she used to as a toddler. Daniel, for his credit, holds himself back from a burst of tears, a hand coming to hers as he restarts whatever episode Rosella was on. She closes her eyes and relaxes into her father's touch as he begins telling her how this is his favorite episode (which he says about all of them) and when Danny sees you in the doorway he pouts and mouths to you.

'She's all grown up.'

It brings a tear to your eye and you nod, mouthing back, 'but she's still your baby.'

He nods, securing a comfortable position with Rosella on his lap as he starts the episode over again. Deciding not to disturb, you leave the water bottle by the door, texting Daniel that it's there if Rosella needs it. He thanks you, and informs you that Rosella had supposedly decided she wanted Mediterranean tonight, so you go off to order your usual from the local place and drag Sienna away from her studies so that she can get some fresh air for the first time in like twelve hours.

When you come back about an hour later with food and to check Rosella's heating pad, the sight before you makes a big grin spread across your face. The two have adjusted so Daniel's laying down over her covers, with Rosella practically starfished across her father. Stepping into the room, you set the food down on Rosella's desk and grab some stray blankets from the floor and move her leg to drape a blanket across Daniel. He opens his eyes a little, but when you stay quiet he simply rolls to pull Rosella closer. Once they've both started to snore softly again, you pick up their trash ad set the metal water bottle on the bedside for the inevitable thirsty wake-up your daughter will have.

You kiss both of their foreheads, turn off the lights, and take one last look at the room before softly shutting her door with the trash and dinner in hand.

"Is she sick?" Sienna whispers when you make it downstairs and you shake your head.

"Just her period." You tap Sienna's nose as you pass her, opening the trashcan with one hand to pop in the trash while Sienna takes the food from you so she can toss it in the fridge.

"Thank god I haven't gotten mine yet." Sienna huffs, biting into her gyro as she sits at the counter now, knowing you've banned her from working on homework while eating after the day she came to you and said she could see her homework on the backs of her eyelids.

"Soon." You hum, biting into your chicken dish and laughing softly at Sienna's pout of dissaproval.

When you check back in a few hours later, Rosella's awake enough to ask for more water and her dinner. Your voices wake Daniel, and so you bring up their food and enough snacks and water to last them the night. If Rosella's anything like you, the insomnia will kick in soon, or her cramps will keep her up. You just hope her having her father by her side eases her pain.

Going to sleep in an empty bed has never felt more fulfilling than that night. Knowing Daniel's off comforting Rosella makes a warm feeling blush across your skin.

2.

"Mom, Dad," Sienna nervously stood at the end of the counter, a bag slung over her shoulder. You could see Rosella cheer her on out of the corner of your eye before you turned around to face the now seventeen year old.

"Yeah, Si?" You ask, cleaning up the dishes from dinner last night while Danny finishes his breakfast before running off to go meet someone for some meeting or whatever he was busy doing with his wine company.

"Is it okay if I have a friend over after school?"

"I'm off today so yeah, as long as its okay with her parents." You automatically say, assuming it's one of Sienna's two best friends Giorgia or Olivia.

"Uhm. His parents are okay with it." Sienna says softly and you pause, glancing up, whacking your husbands back preemptively when he starts to cough with his tea in his mouth.

"That's fine." You say before Daniel can make some joke about a boyfriend, and side-eye him before he has the chance to say it after you speak. Sienna and Rosella had plenty of guy friends ever since they were kids, especially Rosella, since she was a racer like her dad through and through. Daniel has always joked with the girls about boys, and you know today will be no different.

"Is he coming alone?" Daniel asks and Sienna nods, going on to explain they have a project together thats due on Friday and they're running behind. They won't be able to do enough work in class to catch up so they decided to meet up after school. He lives a few doors down across the street, so he can just take the bus and then walk home after.

"What's his name?" You ask innocently, assuming you probably know his mother and that's what makes Sienna sort of stutter. You raise your eyebrows, encouraging her to continue before she mutters out and kicks her black converse against the tile.

"Nicholas Fish."

"Nick!?" Rosella shouts from the door and before Daniel can tell her to hush she starts to giggle, "No way, Si, come on."

"It's just for class, Ro!" Sienna fires back, and luckily Daniel gets them to calm down before it's a screaming match in the kitchen. But you do know the Fish's. His mother Kylie was one of the schools secretaries and his father Charles was a banker. They were kind people, nothing bad, smart and respectful, and so you nod.

"Nicholas can come over." You say, poking Daniel's back to keep him hush as you continue, "Just make sure his mom knows he'll be at ours, and ask if he likes pizza."

"Everyone likes pizza, Mom." Sienna sighs, but gives you a hug in thanks before her and Rosella are rushing out the door to catch the bus. You don't miss the giddy smile on your daughter's lips and cross your arms as you lean on Daniel.

"It's just for class, Ro!" He mimics Sienna's voice and then hums as he peppers a few kisses to your hairline, "why'd she get so defensive?”

"She might like him." You suggest and Daniel shakes his head, putting his dishes in the dishwasher and closing it as he turns to lean against you once more as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Nope. She's fourteen. Can't date until she's twenty." He grins and you laugh at his antics, the same sort of playfulness from back when you'd met him around that age. You both were a bit more subdued now, but he had his moments from time to time.

“Oh, like how your mom used to joke you couldn’t get married until you were thirty five?” You ask as Daniel kisses you jaw, then walks off to go grab his bag and his keys. You think he's going out with Scotty today, something they're filming for a Youtube video or whatever.

“Twenty six is close enough!” Daniel retorts, wagging a finger at you from the doorway. He pauses, realizing something before rushing across the room to give you a proper goodbye kiss, “See you tonight, love.”

“Bye Danny.” You smile against his lips, letting him pepper a few more to your lips and cheeks before he’s out the door. The quiet of the house is welcome after a hectic morning, and you elect to finish your coffee on the couch before doing any cleaning.

Hours later you learn Nicholas, or Nick, is a rather nice kid. He takes his shoes off at the door without being asked, greets you formally, and when the two settle in the dining room with laptops open you find he's very respectful of your daughters personal space.

You can hear Sienna laughing from the kitchen as you work on answering some emails. You let your eyes wander to where Nick is trying to glue someone to the poster they have to make, and clearly not doing well if Sienna’s laugh is anything to go by. She goes to grab it and he loudly announces he’s got it, cueing the two to wrestle a bit before he manages to snag the glue stick from her hands. Sienna jumps to grab it, stumbles, and Nick’s hand flies out to catch her. He grabs her by a belt loop, pulling her right to his chest, and you see the flush on both of their faces from the proximity. You see him ask something, and Sienna sharply nods before they share a brief kiss.

You lower your head before you’re caught watching them.

And excitedly you tell Kelly the next time you have time to call. She’s going through something similar with Penelope, the girl having brought back her first boyfriend for Max to meet. All had gone well, as far as you heard, but she was just as excited as you were about the prospect of Sienna getting out there. Sienna, unlike Rosella, was a lot softer spoken and a lot more reserved. Rosella had a boyfriend, two girlfriends, a few partners. Nothing long term, nothing serious.

You worried Sienna was giving her entire heart to this boy, considering as far as you knew he was her first boyfriend. Kelly had implored you to talk to Sienna about it, to get to know what the relationship was. It was what led her to meeting P’s boyfriend, and led to Max meeting him as well.

The conversation goes about as well as you expected, she dances around it, but admitting they’ve been dating for a few weeks. But only when you promise to keep it from Daniel for just a few days while she works up the courage to tell him—which she should’ve been more afraid to tell you, to be completely honest.

She shows you all the little things he’s made her, notes and origami and doodles in the margins of unfinished math homework. It’s puppy love, all of it, and it makes your heart burst with joy for your daughter.

Daniel received it well enough, a bit upset his second baby was growing up too. You had Nick over for dinner, he happily helped set the table and cleaned after without being asked. Daniel likes him enough to allow him to come over whenever he wants, much to Sienna’s joy, and the genuine excitement you see when she’s around Nick is contagious.

Sienna chooses to go to MIT for a double major in Mechanical Engineering and Physics. The extra classes she’s been taken transferring over and allowing her to do that easy enough.

Nick is going to Berkeley for Biochemistry. He’s gotten a wonderful scholarship, his parents immensely proud as is your family and you do a joint celebration dinner with both families.

You see the tension happen the day Sienna realizes they’ll be so far. You notice Daniel almost prepping for the inevitable, ice cream in the freezer, ensuring her favorite movies are online to stream, her favorite takeout menu on top of the pile in your junk drawer. You notice you’ve done the same, you've saved some cute clothes for her online, found one of those makeup products she swears she always gonna try and never does, washed all the blankets in the house and ensured they were super fluffy for her.

But the break-up doesn't come.

Sienna and Nick try long distance over their summer break before they leave for college. He's going to Nevada to visit some family, you're staying between Perth and dipping to Monaco for a few days to meet up with Max, Lando, and a bunch of the other drivers and their families. It seems easy, a trial run, and you and Daniel both encourage it. Long distance was difficult, it was hard not to get caught up in what you were doing physically and not to forget the other person sometimes.

They do well through the first week, the second week Nick's a bit standoffish, but he gets over it by the time you're leaving for Monaco. When you get back, they'll be able to hang out until the end of August when you move Sienna into her dorm, and she raves about being able to see Nick again after the trip.

The first night in Monaco, you notice you haven't seen the teen girls in a while after you've wrapped up dinner in Charles' house. Your two, Rosella and Sienna, Max and Kelly's Penelope and Lily, or Lando and Olivia's Cece or Ada. You get this weird feeling in your gut. Something is wrong and you know it is. Daniel's hand slides to your knee and squeezes it, he knows it too.

It's Rosella who comes to get you.

"Momma?" She pops her head in the doorway, eyes big like shes in trouble. And you don't even spare a second, your chair shrieks as you shove it back and hand your glass to Daniel. He takes it, turning to watch you follow your eldest down a hall. The kids are hovering near the doors to the balcony, and you step outside with Rosella to see Sienna sitting on the floor with Sophia rubbing her back and Olivia, Cece and Penelope all hovering nearby.

Once the girls see you, they disperse, Cece telling Adam and Lily to knock it off with the whole 'threatening the guy' thing.

"Si, baby," You instantly know whats happened, or atleast what you think has, and when Sienna holds her arms out for you theres no question in your mind as you drop to your knees and wrap her in a tight hug,

"Momma--" she hiccups, and you just hold her, telling Rosella to leave you both be for a few minutes. She takes the rest of the kids inside, pausing to ask if she should get her father but you shake your head, he can come out after you've calmed your daughter down.

"Baby, take a breath, okay? We can't talk if you keep sobbing," You whisper, wiping at her tears, "it's okay to cry, but I need to know whats wrong so I can help you, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Sienna shakes her head no, but hands you her phone. You unlock it, knowing her passcode. She'd told you a long time ago and you never had to use it, until now. You unlock to photos, a few screenshots and such compiled in a folder titled 'evidence' thats been shared to her by her friends back home on Google Drive of all places. Over the past two months, they've been collecting solid evidence of Nick cheating. One of the girls even going as far as messaging him privately to see how long it would take for him to confirm their suspicions. Sixteen messages and he asks this random burner account they made for pictures.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You hiss. Sienna's not five anymore, you don't hide your anger as well as you used to, but you know she can tell by your protective hold on her that this anger is directed at the phone screen. The further down you go on its worse, and eventually they found a girl who'd tagged him in some... interesting and touchy photos. He hadn't gone to Nevada to visit family like you'd been told, apparently this was his online girlfriend of two months who was also going to Berkeley.

Little Sienna, your baby, had been used.

She wasn't so little anymore, you note. Her dress is expensive, Dior perfume in her hair and patted into her skin, her hair was closer to your color now, eyes brown like her fathers but face so undoubtedly you from your teen years. She's going to college. She's gonna be out on her own.

Suddenly you're a thousand times more grateful for Sienna's friends being nosy. At least this realization had come when you were still able to physically hug your baby to your chest as she sobbed.

You set the phone down and just pull her in as tight as you can. There's no words to say, no amount of apologies or promises to get him back will make this better. She sobs into your shoulder until theres nothing left, and Rosella returns with a glass of water upon your request. Every time you reread the messages, you contemplate sending them to Nicholas' mother, but Sienna begs you not to, so you save vengeance for the next time you see her in person.

It takes a good hour of sitting on the balcony, the warm Monaco breeze rippling across you both under the stars as you wipe away your daughters tears. Her mascara had smeared under her eyes, luckily Charles' wife Alex had some wipes you used to gently wipe down your daughters face, applying them like you would a cold compress when she's sick, while Charles lets Leo curl up in Sienna's lap.

"What did I do wrong, Momma?" Sienna murmurs, closing her eyes and you gently wipe under them, "I was texting him, and calling him, and I was watching all the movies and shows he liked so we could talk and--"

"Si, baby, you didn't do anything." You stop, lifting one of your hands to cup her blotchy red face as she sniffles, "It was Nick's own decision to go off and cheat on you, yeah? You did everything you were supposed to do as his girlfriend and he took advantage of your kindness, and love, and used it for his own gains--whatever those gains were."

"Was everything fake?" Sienna asks and you click your tongue. This is a hard one to answer, so you take your time to think through what you're saying, speaking cautiously.

"No, I don't think someone can fake the way they look at someone. He looked at you like you were the sun and he was a starving plant, and one day, that spark was gone. What he should've done is broke up with you as soon as he realized he liked someone else, because if he truly loved you still, he wouldn't have fallen in love with another girl, or he wouldn't be seeking other girls out."

"So for two months he never loved me?" Sienna sighs, "but we did so much together..."

"And he doesn't love his current girlfriend either, because he was asking a random bot account for nudes." You huff, "so regardless of how long you were together, nine months or two, he's a dick. A cheating dick and no matter what his reasons are, do not crawl back to him. I don't care if he's 'changed.' He cheated on you, and you know what you do now?"

Sienna shrugs and you take her hands and squeeze them, "You're eighteen in Monaco. And you know I wouldn't usually offer this, but have Bluebell take you and the other of age girls out tonight, go party, go have fun because he's stupid and nothing and you're Sienna Ricciardo. You had a name made for you when you were still a fucking egg in my ovary, girl!"

"Ew!" Sienna laughs, and her bright smile makes you grin. Partying won't solve all her problems, and there will be more to discuss when you get home (and when you tell Daniel) but for the night, it makes Sienna happy. Even if you stay up until four to ensure the kids all make it home.

3.

You've been staring at Sienna's empty room for probably five hours, hands curled in little fists as you hear her and her friends partying downstairs. They're all sleeping over tonight before Sienna leaves for the airport super early tomorrow morning and you haven't been coping well. Neither has Daniel, but he's the life of the party downstairs so you refuse to pull him up.

But when two arms wrap snugly around your waist, a head propped up on your shoulder as someone sighs, you know it's Danny.

"I can't believe it's empty." He murmurs, "Like, yeah her stuff is still there because she'll come back for break, but it's still so... empty."

"The life is gone." You hum and Daniel, who you know would usually tell you to not be so dramatic, nods and kisses your collarbones.

"Don't act like she's dead." He murmurs, stepping to the side to wrap his arms fully around your shoulders and tug your mopey self to his side. You lay your head against his chest, some Taylor Swift song being belted in the basement and bringing life to the house. But for you, who had just grappled with the fact Rosella was moving to England to pursue her career with Red Bull by the end of September, sending Sienna to the States was another level of awful pain. You were empty nested before they were twenty, something you hadn't prepared for or even thought of before the girls were teenagers.

"Our babies are growing up and I hate it." You murmur into his hoodie and Daniel hums, agreeing with you silently.

"Si's gonna be fine, she's got a bunch of friends at uni already and Ella's gonna have all of Red Bull at her beck and call." Daniel reasons, "and Si's roommate is from just outside Melbourne, and they're traveling together."

You just nod, but the tears that prick in your eyes are wiped by his thumbs as he presses a soft kiss to your lips, "Oh honey, I know."

"What am I gonna do with them both gone now?" You ask, looking over and Daniel. Your little house in Australia suddenly felt so suffocatingly huge, not even his presence could fill it. You knew his racing days were coming to an end, you had already retired from teaching last year. It was like the end of an era.

“We gotta get hobbies.” Daniel murmurs as he presses your foreheads together, hands coming to your waist to rub small circles with his thumbs, “or we can travel and actually be tourists?”

“Let’s get a cat.” You tease and Daniel scoffs, pinching your hips with a tiny grin. The girls had always begged for a cat growing up, but because their father didn’t exactly like pets and because of how frequently you all traveled, it never happened.

“I think Ella would kill me if we got a cat after she moved out.” He grins, pecking a kiss to your nose. You take his hands, still resting on your sides, and bring his knuckles to your lips to kiss.

"We'll figure it out. Together, yeah?"

You traveling with both girls is as eventful as it had been when you had taken both Rosella and Sienna on your own years and years back to Miami. But this time, both girls stick closer, are a lot calmer, and it doesn't take nearly as much trouble to get to the gate, through the flight, and into the streets of Cambridge with your sights set on MIT.

Luckily, once in Cambridge, Sienna was dragging you all to meet up with her roommates. They were living in a little apartment style place on campus, and the four girls got along like a house on fire.

Isla was from just outside Melbourne, going to MIT for Cognitive Science and had met Sienna at an MIT event hosted in Melbourne. The two had made the decision to apply together, and you'd had her over a few times already.

Valeria was actually introduced to you and Daniel by Carlos at a Grand Prix, one of his childhood friends daughter going to MIT for mechanical engineering as well. You and her mother had gotten along well, but you weren't sure if Sienna's closed off nature would work with her loud and hyperactive personality. Somehow, it just worked perfectly, and the two clicked like puzzle pieces.

Faith was actually from Cambridge, her brother currently working at MIT as a Music professor. Faith was going to MIT for computer science and programming on a legacy scholarship. Her personality was closer to Sienna's, and you learned the girls bonded over a shared obsession with Formula One.

Which that had been the selling point between all four girls, they all loved Formula One. It gave them a common ground to speak on, and it was what brought them all together.

There's about twenty people in their apartment, setting it up and cooking a dinner all at once. That night, all the girls split up to say goodbye to their families and Sienna pulls your little family into bone crushing hugs at the car. Daniel had to be back to Red Bull for training within two days, hardly giving you enough time to settle Sienna in, but she swore she'd be fine.

"I'm gonna miss you guys so much." Sienna whispers, and then the waterworks start as she barrels into your chest. You coo, wrapping your arms around her tightly and pressing little kisses to her hairline as Daniel rubs her back. She's not the only kid on the street corner sobbing their eyes out to their parents, and its melancholic.

"You're gonna have so much fun here, Si." You murmur into her hair, kissing her head once more and leaning back to wipe her tears, "You're all on your own, being an adult. We're gonna miss you just as much if not more, and I need you to know we're so so proud of you for doing this."

"You're doing something I never did," Daniel takes the hiccuping Sienna from you and cradles her to his chest briefly, "I cannot express how proud I am of you."

It takes maybe thirty more minutes of hyping her up and a long tight hug from her sister for Sienna to finally step back and move to go back inside her apartment. Daniel squeezes your shoulder as you watch your baby go, and Rosella's in the car wiping her tears away. You're about to turn, to get in the car when you hear Sienna shout your name. She comes tumbling down the sidewalk at full speed before crashing into you in one final tight hug, her head buried in the crook of your neck as she squeezes you with all of her might. You wrap your arms around her just as tight and hold on with every ounce of love pouring out of you until she's ready to step back.

"I know I'm on the other side of the planet, but you've got this, okay baby?" You swipe a few more tears from under her eyes, "I'm behind you every step of the way."

"I love you Momma." She whispers, wiping tears from your eyes and you laugh, curling her in one final tight hug before she steps back, squeezes your hands, presses a kiss to your head and slips back into housing. Despite being terrified of what could happen to Sienna now that she's out on her own, you force yourself to retire to the passengers seat of the rental car where you husband squeezes your knee in reassurance.

"She'll be fine."

For the three days before you leave after you drop Rosella off and help her set up her apartment, she’s a mess. Doing anything and everything she can with her father, practically clinging to his side when he’s home and moping when he leaves. You help her pack up, making sure she has all of her things, and after that she clings to your arms like a baby.

"I don't know how to live on my own," she complains, "like, what if my shower breaks?"

"You call your landlord, or one of the drivers in London, they'll be just down the road y'know?" You say, brushing a few wild curls back, "you're gonna be fine, think about Si! She's been fine in the states, she's been thriving there!"

"Yeah but... with racing and everything I just... I dunno, Mom."

It's Danny's voice that chimes, "Badger, relax, you're over thinking it."

"They seriously stuck her with that nickname?" You turn to Danny who shrugs, crossing the room to press a kiss to his daughters forehead.

"I think its funny." Is his defense and you just shrug at your husband, digging in your purse to find Rosella's house keys as you all plan to leave for the store. Stocking up the fridge is the last task before your flight that night back to Perth, and you can see both Daniel and Rosella dragging their feet when it comes to leaving for this. As if they can delay time. You have to nudge them along, out to hallway, like they had done with you when Sienna moved out.

Before you leave though, Danny snaps a photo of her in the living room, sending it to everyone he knows almost immediately, writing proudly 'Rosella's all moved in!' and happily reading off the excited replies to Rosella while you peruse the aisles of the stores. You stop to wave Daniel over, asking him which batch of Apples looks the most ripe when a little voice catches your ear.

A girl, a tiny little thing, mousy with unruly curls. She tugs on Rosella's pant leg, and immediately your daughter kneels, noticing the stars in the young girls eyes.

"Hi," the girl squeaks, "You're Rosella Ricciardo, right?"

You have to smack a hand over Daniel's mouth to keep him from interrupting, and wave Rosella on when she looks at you for guidance. Your daughter straightens up and nods, "I am! What's your name?"

"I'm Katie. My sister and I watch racing... and I think you're so cool being a girl in F1." The girl starts nervously, but when Rosella nods for her to continue she bursts into excitement, "My mommy let us start karting this year! I go really fast, but sometimes I still lose, but it's okay! Mommy says every winner has to lose first or it doesn't taste as good to win!"

"Your mommy is very smart." Rosella smiles, "Karting is super cool, do you wanna race forever?"

"I wanna race like you!" Katie grins, and nearly tackles Rosella with the tightness of her hug. Down the end of the aisle, another girl gasps and comes bounding over, a bit older. You learn it's Katie's sister Marlee, and the two bounce around stories with Rosella while you smile at their mother who hovers nearby.

"Come on, girls, they're also trying to shop." The woman eventually says, and you see the conflict in all the girls eyes. You know Rosella would stay and talk for hours, so your not surprised when she takes the cap off Marlee's head, and the cap off her own, and digs in her purse for a sharpie. Once clarifying how to spell their names, Rosella scribbles a quick note on the brim of the caps, and helps the girls put them back on. They both give Rosella the tightest hugs, and you can see all of the stress and worry Rosella's had about her career and future slide away as she grins.

She bids goodbye to the girls, their mother snapping a quick photo of them all, before you go your separate ways. But you aren't surprised to see Rosella had grabbed the mothers phone number, texting her and asking for updates about the girls in racing. You have an odd feeling Rosella's going to end up creating an army of little racers.

Once home from the shop, groceries unloaded, take-out dinner devoured, and suitcases in the hall, you give Rosella a tight hug and kiss, "We're always a phone call away, baby, okay?"

"Okay, Momma, thank you." Rosella murmurs into your shoulder, and then when you let her go, she slams into her father in a tight hug.

"Oi, Badger, you've got this." He pats her back, but then tightens his hold on her, "Call me whenever. No matter the time. We'll see you when you come home for the GP, yeah? Your first home race.."

Daniel looks like he might sob, and when Rosella steps back, the light catches her just right. She looks just like a young Daniel as she stands there, cap loose and barely covering the wild curls that wiggle in the wind. The apartment in London is beautiful, big glass windows that show off the landscape, smaller windows that can be cracked open for air.

In the middle of all the now unpacked place, Ro looks back at you both with teary eyes.

It's never easy, growing up, but somehow you know it's going to be so freeing for her. She's going to thrive here in London, chasing her dreams with the same determination and grit her father had back in his Red Bull days. Just like Sienna was thriving at MIT.

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[darkforestpetalkit]

StarClan's Fallen Story

Part 1

Art by Raiuche

Prologue can be read Here

(Prologue) <<Previous Next>> Rogue Life (coming soon)

Thistleclaw was a relentlessly brutal and cruel mentor. His lessons with Petalkit were unreasonably demanding and unforgiving, each one crafted to strip away any trace of softness from her. Raised and forged in a world ruled by violence, Petalkit, now becoming Petalpaw, was quick to understand that only the strong survive and the weak perish.

Petalpaw became highly skilled in battle and began to share Thistleclaw’s bloodlust. Killing became second nature, and the only validation she ever received from him. Over time, he paraded her as his prized fighter, throwing her into savage death-duels against Dark Forest spirits (and even living cats)to prove his supremacy in the Dark Forest. He was careful, however, to keep Mapleshade’s suspicions low so he could continue shaping Petalpaw into his loyal, living weapon.

As both Thistleclaw’s apprentice and prized performer, Petalpaw was held to extremely high standards. She was to be his creation, his legacy and accepted nothing less than perfection.

To help fuel this, he started to compare Petapaw to Tigerpaw/Tigerclaw to encourage rivalry. Thistleclaw’s taunting and provoking made Petalpaw more competitive and determined to outshine this so-called, golden protege. Tigerpaw did this. Tigerpaw did that. Tigerpaw was stronger. Tigerpaw was faster. There was always SOMETHING Tigerpaw did better, always praise, always elevation and she resented that. 

She grew deeply jealous and bitter every time Thistleclaw mentioned Tigerclaw, whose name was woven into nearly every tale of ThunderClan he fed her. Finally, she got fed up and decided to go investigate who this fabled Tigerpaw/Tigerclaw was. He couldn’t be that great. What was so special about him? She’d be able to beat him up! She could probably kill him. Maybe she should kill him.

As a long established rule, she was never to engage with other living cats (whenever she was awake). Thistleclaw had forbidden her from seeking any socialization. Clan cats were not to be trusted. Every cat was beneath them as prey. No relationships. No socializing. No attachments.

When Petalpaw found Tigerclaw at last, she watched from the shadows, studying him in silence with her gaze sharp and sour. He wasn’t that impressive!  She would memorize his every move and do it better! She even entertained the idea of killing him whenever she was large enough.

But the more she watched over time, the more that bitterness tangled with something else.

Curiosity. 

Hyperfixation.

Obsession.

Soon Petalpaw found herself unable to stop looking for him on a regular basis whenever she was stealthed. She brushed it off as merely studying her rival and being calculating. She was just bored, she was only curious, she was in the area anyways, he just happened to be there when she was spying on a Thunderclan patrol. She’s spying on Thunderclan and nothing else. Besides, Thisteclaw didn't say she couldn’t look at other cats. No harm in keeping track of the cat she wishes to surpass. What Thistleclaw doesn’t know won’t hurt him—he’s already dead anyways.

As Petalpaw got older, she couldn’t help but become more drawn to him. She felt a connection to him, a kindred spirit despite never meeting each other—or Tigerclaw even knowing she exists. He became something that grounded her whenever she felt the bite of isolation and weight of her lonely, unforgiving life. In a way, he became her only friend and source of comfort, they just never met…yet.

Chibi by @diadraws

Despite Thistleclaw’s indoctrination stripping her of empathy and conditioned to see everything as prey, Petalpaw still remembers her nursery life with her brothers. Just enough to ache. Just enough to secretly, subconsciously crave that connection. A family.

Whatever scraps of empathy or warmth remained were projected onto Tigerclaw—distant, unreachable, and entirely unknown to him.

One day, now as Bloodpetal, she witnessed Tigerclaw murder Redtail. Again,completely unknown to Tigerclaw. 

Something clicked for her that day. First, there was relief that Tigerclaw could also kill without flinching. But what really struck Bloodpetal was the realization and recognition Tigerclaw was actively doing something to carve his own path and rejecting the one given to him. He didn’t wait for something to happen—he made it happen. 

If Tigerclaw could do that, stand up against what others have tried to make him into…then she could stand up to Thistleclaw. 

She didn't have to keep being his prized ‘performer’ anymore.

She didn’t have to live under his control.

She didn’t need Thistleclaw.

Not to destroy the Clans.

Not to carry out her revenge.

She could carve her own path without Thistleclaw.

Without the Dark Forest.

It was time to “leave the nest”.

Unsurprisingly, when Thistlecalw learns Bloodpetal is leaving, he’s outraged. He confronts her, until he realizes he can’t do anything to stop her. She’s outgrown him. She’s looking at him like prey now. She speaks with a deadly calmness in her voice.

“Are you going to stop me? Then let me point something out: every time we clashed claws I never saw you as the enemy. Fight me, and you will be.”

—Bloodpetal warning Thistleclaw

Leaving Thistleclaw humiliated and powerless, she departs the Dark Forest with no intention of returning—unless she dies, of course. Now, she could focus on the living world as a rogue, free from the dual life she once lived with the Dark Forest as Thistleclaw’s performer. Bloodpetal shut it out completely, denying entry to any Dark Forest spirit that tried to reach her through dreams. Having been deeply tied to the Dark Forest since kithood, she was able to block the connection more naturally than most.

Ironically, after Bloodpetal left, Mapleshade—unaware that this was her Petalkit—attempted to breach her dreams, intending to manipulate who she believed was Thistleclaw’s champion. However, when Mapleshade entered Bloodpetal’s dream, the connection was weak and unstable. Her voice came through distorted, and her image was blurred—a menacing shadow lurking just beyond a veil of smoke and swirling fog.

Bloodpetal wasn’t having any of it.

“I don’t need the Dark Forest. Get out.”

 —Bloodpetal unknowingly driving away her mother. 

“You will return. You don’t know me yet—but you will.” 

—Mapleshade’s departing, ghostly laugh trailing behind her. 

“FOX off. Get. Out.”

 —Bloodpetal cursing at Mapleshade’s vanishing form.

The fog in her dreams cleared, and Bloodpetal shook it off with a snarl. Whatever the Dark Forest wanted from her, it wouldn’t get it. Whoever it was, she didn’t care. She had her own ambitions to pursue. Mother and daughter, once again a victim to cruel irony.

Up until this point, Bloodpetal had fully intended to eradicate Thunderclan, but Tigerclaw seemed to be the answer to everything she believed was wrong with the Clans. He could fix Thunderclan, something she believed to be inconceivable. But if done by his paws? Well, she was willing to hold off and wait to see how things played out. Secretly rooting for him in the shadows. So she waited and observed, began spying on the Clan’s more to learn and gather information. 

Over the seasons, she had developed excellent stealth skills—especially as a kit, when she had to sneak around to steal buried prey, hide from Clan cats, and even breach the medicine den, something she could only do when she was tiny. As an apprentice, she’d grown too large to slip into ThunderClan’s camp undetected. Bloodpetal even began sneaking into Gatherings, hiding in one of the four trees and disguising her scent by rolling on the corpses of foxes or owls she had killed, accompanied by dirt. Learning, observing, plotting, scheming, and keeping track of cats, memorizing patterns and routines.

When she saw Tigerclaw exiled, she was furious. Thunderclan was firmly back on her to be destroyed list. She followed him in secret,keeping her distance and not interfering just yet, especially when Tigerclaw was in the company of his rogue followers. And to be entirely honest? A part of her was a little nervous to finally meet him, she never socialized with any cat outside of Thistleclaw and or her opponents. So she prepared herself, and by the time Tigerclaw became Tigerstar, she felt she was ready. It was time to finally meet Tigerstar, and she knew exactly how she would get his attention. 

She was going to crash the next Gathering.

But first, she had a loose end to take care of.

Chibi by @diadraws

[birdmenmanga]

I suppose you can term my general reishi obsession as a "businessman yaoi" type kink(?) but you can really see my tryhard personality shining through because they're NEVER fucking on the clock. this I think can be attributed to the fact that I've dated multiple guys who would do shit like grope me in public and semi-public spaces and it would piss me off big time. Get it together brother. can you keep it in your pants for five fucking minutes. two hours even. possibly days and even weeks? can you see me as more than a sex object. takes a drag of my cigarette. can we be more than just lovers? collaborators on a greater cause, even?

[pomegranatesarchive]

she talks, he talks | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: max verstappen loves to talk, you love to talk. match made in heaven.

liked by charles_leclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, landonorris, and 625,048 others!

yourusername: skiing with cha except he eats shit every five minutes

view comments below!

user1: YN AND CHARLES CONTENT

user2: WE CHEERED!!

charles_leclerc: NOT every five minutes

yourusername: 🤨

charles_leclerc: like every ten minutes…

user3: i really needed some yn and charles content after that HORRIBLE triple header

user4: i need yn and charles content 24/7

user5: is this his girlfriend?

user6: ew no

user7: yn and charles have been friend since childhood. his gfs name is alexandra!!

user8: did you guys see those paparazzi pictures?? they were so funny

user9: LMAOOO YEAH yn talking her ass off while charles was just 🧍 staring dead at the camera

user10: he looked like he was trying to communicate for help with his eyes

user11: charles loves himself some yappers

alexandrasaintmleux: thank you for sending me that five minute compilation of charles eating shit

yourusername: anything for you my love <33

charles_leclerc: can you guys stop bonding over my hurt

alexandrasaintmleux: no!

carlossainz55: please send me that video

georgerussell63: me as well!!

alex_albon: me too!

maxverstappen1: ooo me too!!

landonorris: please send that video my way

oscarpiastri: me too!

lewishamilton: i would like to see that video!

charles_leclerc: you’re all sick.

user12: wait now i need that video

user13: PLS POST IT YN PLS

user14: yn and charles going on vacation alone while he has a gf is so…weird

user15: not really?

user16: his like his sister bro 💀 you’re making it weird

user17: alex is clearly ok with it so why is it weird??

user18: i’m pretty sure they were with other friends

user19: and even if they weren’t that would be okay!! because they are grown ups who can do whatever they please

user20: you know who would be great friends??

user21: max and yn

user20: you literally READ my mind

user21: it would be literally the 2 yappers against the world

user23: you guys are geniuses

user24: i can’t believe with all the races yns been to she hasn’t met max 😔

user25: they obviously know OF every other, they just havent met face to face  

user26: one photo pls just one photo of max maxplaining and yn ynplaining pls

— yn ln has posted new pictures!

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yourusername: leo and his favorite aunt + his favorite max (>ᴗ•)

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user27: OMG THEYRE FRIENDS NOW

user28: yappper mets yapper

user29: charles’s two yappers are friends

user30: his two worlds are colliding

user20: i made this happen guys

user31: no bc they definitely saw that comment and were like “yep! we’re friends now!”

charles_leclerc: you’re his only aunt

yourusername: your point?

charles_leclerc: of course you’re his favorite aunt, you have no competition

yourusername: yeah…i still don’t understand where you’re going with this

maxverstappen1: yeah charles, be more clear with your words

yourusername: he realllyyy needs to know how to communicate better 🙄

maxverstappen1: HONESTLY!! it’s soo annoying when he won’t just spit something out

yourusername: you are SO right max

user32: oh yeah, this is a good combination

user33: the yappers are yapping

user34: they just became friends and they’re already ganging up on charles 😭

user35: do you guys think she’ll go to hungary?

user36: UGH I HOPE SHE DOES

user37: okay guys listen…the last 3 gps were ASS for charles right???? and the last race yn was at was…. MONACO and who won that?? YEAH CHARLES. she’s the good look charm.

user38: you’ve literally solved the problem

user39: @/yourusername we NEED you in that garage pls yn. i can handle another horrible ferrari weekend

alex_albon: pet play date when?

yourusername: max says leo isn’t allowed to have play dates with other animals until he has a play date with jimmy snd sassy first…

alex_albon: gosh he is so possessive 🙄

maxverstappen1: sassy and jimmy need to be leo’s #1 friend. if he meets other animals then THEY WONT BE HIS #1 FRIEND. is that so hard to understand?

yourusername: makes perfect sense to me 🤷‍♀️

maxverstappen1: thank you!

charles_leclerc: you guys are aware that he’s MY dog, right?

yourusername: for now 😏

charles_leclerc: WHAT

user40: you guys are saying friends…but i smell relationship

user41: smell? you SMELL?

user42: oh that’s not…

user43: can yall just LET PEOPLE BE FRIENDS

user44: people just don’t believe in the power of friendship anymore

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maxverstappenupdates: yn and max caught yapping to others and EACHOTHER at the hungary grand prix today!

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user47: fork found in kitchen

user48: clap if your surprised

user49: dead silence

user50: this is actually so cute

user51: RIGHTT?? like he talks, she listens, she talks, he listens

user52: does anyone want to role play yn and max with me

user53: ?

user54: i’ll be yn

user53: great! i’ll be max

user54: ??

user55: the first race with yn and max being friends and they’re already like this 🤞

user56: i need her in the redbull garage next

user57: it think that would cause charles to explode

user58: i’m gonna say what everyone is too scared to say…they would be a cute couple

user59: DONT LET THEM SILENCE YOU

user60: man be QUIET

user61: y’all see the opposite sex interact and don’t know how to act

user62: they’re both so expressive when they talk and it makes they’re conversations so much better

user63: i was there and i overhead part of their conversation…tell me why they were talking about which one of them could outrun a f1 car

user64: my bet is on yn

user65: nah i don’t think so, max is an athlete

user66: yeah but he’s also the type to fall on his ass 3 seconds into the run

user67: BUT SO IS YN

user68: they are literally made for each other

user69: they make it so hard to just believe there friends

user70: THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACHOTHER!!!

user71: FRIENDS DO NOT LOOK AT EACHOTHER THAT WAY

liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc, and 652,084 others!

yourusername: skiing with someone who won’t wipe out every 10 minutes is great! (๑˃ᴗ˂) and thank you to the random person who took that amazing picture for us! <3

view comments below!

charles_leclerc: on your mind 24/7 🙄🙄

yourusername: the image of you tumbling down the mountain and taking at least 20 people with you will NEVER leave my mind

charles_leclerc: IT WAS WEEKS AGO

yourusername: I BET THE PEOPLE YOU TOOK DOWN WITH YOU STILL REMEMBER

charles_leclerc: LEAVE ME ALONE

landonorris: i’m a much better skier then that guy 😒

maxverstappen1: please tell me where she asked

landonorris: just sayinggg

user72: jealous max?

user73: IM THE ONE WHO TOOK THE PHOTO!!

user74: omg how was it??

user73: SOO CUTE!! they made a snowman and made like 20 different snow angels 😭

user74: OMG THATS SO THEM

user75: does this not look like soft launching to you?

user76: they make it so hard to keep saying their just friends…

user77: what type of friends take vacations alone together

user78: charles and yn…

user77: oh you got me there

georgerussell63: those are awesome glasses

maxverstappen1: i just threw them away

georgerussell63: why would you do that?

maxverstappen1: i tend to do the opposite of whatever you say is great

georgerussell63: okay rude.

user78: those glasses are fire 🔥

user79: why are they lighting up? and where did he get them??

user80: that first picture is absolutely gorgeous

user81: this is literally soft launching, why is nobody freaking out?

user82: what about this is soft launching? its literally just them hanging out

user83: oh to be hanging out with max making snow angels with him

user84: they would be so cute together

user85: this is a date and nobody can convince me otherwise

user86: OH BROTHERRR

— max verstappen has posted new photos!

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maxverstappen1: launching us straight into the moon 🚀

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user87: yapper and yapper together my dreams have come true

maxverstappen1: @/yourusername

yourusername: you get me 💕

user89: what did i fucking say. i want EVERYONE who told me i was crazy for saying they were together to APOLOGIZE.

user90: i’m sorry, truly

user91: yeah thats my bad, sorry!

user92: my bad 😬

user93: i still think theorizing about someone’s relationship is weird but okay!

user94: i’m sorry…

user95: y’all really had me out here defending your “friendship” 😕

user96: RIGHT! i feel so embarrassed

user97: truly a defining moment for me

user98: i really wanted a man x woman FREINDship to shove into people’s faces

user99: you always have yn and charles!

user98: it’s just not the same :(

user100: but they are really cute together

user101: yeah..they are

charles_leclerc: finally! she has someone else to talk too other then me…

yourusername: hey! i have other friends 😠

charles_leclerc: name 3

charles_leclerc: WHO ARENT RELATED TO ME OR WHO ARENT ON THE GRID

yourusername; okay frick you??

maxverstappen1: it’s okay liefde, i’ll listen to you talk forever

yourusername; thank you maxie 💕

charles_leclerc: barf

user102: does he mean soft launching??

user103: LMAOO I THINK HE DOES

user104: happy for you! (i wish that was me soo bad)

user105: i’m soooo normal about this

user106: charles two yappers have officially gotten together…i definitely saw this coming

user107: i knew it!!!

user108: yn posting cute little friendship pictures and max just full force announces their relationship

user109: ugh i love him

. . .

notes: summer school is officially over! i can now spend the rest of my summer writing (￣▽￣)

thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed :)

[whosashan]

OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND

PAIRING: Love and Deepspace men x reader

SYNOPSIS: You notice their distance, the subtle avoidance, and decide it’s time to confront them.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Lately, you had noticed a shift—subtle at first, but impossible to ignore. He had grown distant. Plans that once came effortlessly were now met with half-hearted excuses, and more often than not, you found yourself alone, wondering what had changed.

At first, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was just busy. Maybe it was stress. But as the days stretched on, it became painfully clear—he was avoiding you.

And you had finally had enough.

Determination settled in your chest like a steady flame as you sought him out, your heart pounding with unspoken questions. Whatever was going on, you refused to let it linger in silence any longer.

Xavier

You knocked on your neighbor’s door.

Once. No answer. Twice. Silence.

By the third time, you were seconds away from kicking it down when, at last, the door creaked open.

Xavier stood there, disheveled—his light hair an untamed mess, eyes barely open, their usual sharpness dulled by sleep. He squinted at you, his brows furrowing in groggy confusion.

“Y/N?” His voice was thick with sleep, raspy and low. “What are you doing here?”

There was something in his expression—surprise, yes, but beneath it, something else. Panic?

Your gaze hardened, arms crossing over your chest in silent declaration of your resolve. You weren’t here for small talk.

“I want answers, Xavier.” Your voice was steady, unwavering. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

A tense silence settled between you. He shifted his weight, eyes darting away. The longer he hesitated, the deeper your suspicions grew.

And then, you noticed it—his cheeks. A soft flush of color dusted his skin. Was he blushing?

“I wasn't avoiding you,” he muttered sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as though the motion would ground him. The question seemed to shake off the remnants of sleep, but it didn’t make him any more willing to meet your gaze.

“Don’t lie to me.” You stepped closer, narrowing your eyes. Your finger jabbed against his chest, and instinctively, he took a step back—giving you the perfect opportunity to slip past him and into his apartment.

“Suddenly, you’re always busy or conveniently not home everytime I want to spend time with you.” Your frustration bubbled over, arms flailing as you spoke. “I’m not stupid, Xavier.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay. Maybe I have been avoiding you a little.” His voice was more controlled now, but his gaze remained fixed on the floor.

You took another step forward, closing the space between you. “Care to explain why?”

He still didn’t answer, lips parting as if he wanted to speak, yet no words came.

Your shoulders sagged, irritation giving way to something softer—concern. You sighed, tone gentler this time. “Xavier… if I did something to upset you—”

“No.” His reply was immediate, cutting off your words. “You didn’t do anything.”

He finally met your eyes, and the sincerity in his gaze made your breath hitch. “You’re… amazing. And I guess that’s the problem.”

Your pulse quickened.

“I’ve caught myself thinking about you more than I should. Feeling things I shouldn’t be feeling—not for a friend.” His voice was quieter now, laced with something unspoken, something fragile.

For once, it was you who was speechless.

Then, a slow smirk tugged at your lips. “Xavier… is that a confession?”

His eyes flickered with something between exasperation and amusement as he shook his head. “Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath, but he didn’t deny it.

You hesitated for only a second before reaching for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. His skin was warm, his grip hesitant but firm.

“Good thing you’ve been on my mind a lot, too.” Your voice was softer now, sincerity replacing the teasing edge.

But then, the memory of the past few days resurfaced, and you frowned, tightening your hold. “That still doesn’t mean you should’ve avoided me.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand. “I know… I’m sorry.” He tilted his head slightly, lips curving into a small smile. “I’ll make it up to you?”

“You better.”

And before he could respond, you pulled him into a tight embrace, arms wrapping around him like you never wanted to let go. You felt his chest rise and fall beneath your touch, the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

He didn’t complain. Instead, he melted into you, arms circling around your waist, holding you just as tightly.

And just like that, the distance between you was gone.

Zayne

Of course, Zayne was never the overly affectionate type, but even then you could tell he was deliberately avoiding you.

At first, you chalked it up to his demanding schedule—after all, he was saving lives. But even that excuse couldn’t justify his abrupt change in behavior.

Whenever you did manage to catch him in passing, he kept conversations brief, his responses clipped and impersonal. The once effortless exchanges between you had turned into distant formalities, as though you were nothing more than another name on his patient roster.

And frankly, you’d had enough.

Determined, you made your way to his office, having learned from Grayson that Zayne was on break. You knocked sharply on his door, only to be met with a detached “Come in.”

As you stepped inside, you caught the briefest flicker of something in his expression—surprise? Guilt? Whatever it was, it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual impassive demeanor.

“It’s not time for your monthly check-up yet,” he remarked, barely sparing you a glance as he returned his attention to his computer screen.

That made your blood boil. He was acting as if you were just another patient, as if the past weeks of tension between you didn’t exist.

“I’m not here for a check-up.” You sat down across from him, eyes fixed on his face, watching for any reaction. “I want to have lunch with you.”

His fingers paused momentarily over his keyboard before resuming their rhythm.

“Grayson told me you’re on break, so don’t even try to claim you’re busy.” You crossed your arms, already anticipating whatever excuse he was about to fabricate.

Zayne exhaled slowly, as if contemplating his next move.

“I need to prepare for surgery—”

“No, you don’t.” You leaned forward, resting your elbows on his desk, dangerously close to his face.

“Tell me, Dr. Zayne… this isn’t how a gentleman treats a lady, is it?” Your voice took on a teasing lilt, though there was an unmistakable edge to it.

He sighed, removing his glasses for a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose before sliding them back into place.

“You are no lady,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You are the devil incarnate.”

You laughed, the sound light and amused.

“Why are you avoiding me?” You dropped the playful tone, cutting straight to the point.

Zayne was silent for a long moment, then finally, he lifted his gaze to meet yours. With an air of finality, he stood from his chair, rounding the desk until he was standing directly in front of you.

“So, even after all my efforts, you still insist on tormenting me at work.” His voice was its usual measured calm, but there was something else beneath it, something unreadable.

“I suppose there’s no point in attempting to hide it any longer.” His gaze darkened, intense enough to send an involuntary shiver down your spine. “Avoiding you didn’t change anything. It didn’t stop my thoughts from straying to you, didn’t stop my eyes from seeking you out the moment you enter a room. You are peculiar, infuriatingly so… and yet, I find myself drawn to you in ways I cannot ignore.”

Your breath hitched slightly at his words, but you weren’t the only one affected. Though his face remained unreadable, the faintest hint of color dusted the tips of his ears.

“Do you…” You hesitated, swallowing the sudden nervousness rising in your throat. “Do you really feel that way about me?”

Zayne regarded you for a moment before giving a single, deliberate nod.

A slow smile crept onto your lips, the boldness you’d arrived with now tinged with a shy excitement. “Well then… how about we have lunch and talk about this?”

Something in his expression softened, and though he didn’t say it outright, his silence was answer enough.

Rafayel

There had always been a game between you and Rafayel—a never-ending dance of teasing and flirtation that neither of you ever seemed to tire of. It was effortless, a constant, something you had come to expect from him.

So when he suddenly became quiet, retreating from that familiar dynamic, it took you by surprise. It was unlike him—so unlike him. Instead of returning your playful remarks with an even more shamelessly flirtatious response, he simply looked away. Instead of seeking you out like he always had, he started keeping his distance. At first, you thought maybe he had met someone, that perhaps the easy banter had lost its charm for him. But then he didn’t just stop flirting—he started avoiding you altogether.

That was what finally pushed you to action.

The party was buzzing with music and laughter, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and expensive cologne. The warm glow of string lights cast flickering shadows across the walls, but you only had eyes for one person—the man who had been actively dodging you. Fueled by a mix of frustration and liquid courage, you found him lingering near the balcony, his back turned to you. Without hesitation, you strode over and cornered him against the wall, planting both hands beside him, effectively caging him in.

"Tell me, Raf," you demanded, voice slightly slurred but unwavering. "What have I done to make you avoid me?"

He blinked, clearly startled by your sudden boldness. For a moment, he was speechless, his gaze flickering across your face as if searching for something. Then, in a desperate attempt to regain his composure, he let out a low chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Now, cutie," he drawled, tilting his head with feigned nonchalance, "why would you think I’m avoiding you?"

You narrowed your eyes, unwilling to let him weasel his way out of this. "Is it because you met someone?" you pressed, frustration laced with something dangerously close to vulnerability. "You don’t have to avoid me, Raf. We don’t have to ‘joke around’ anymore, just… don’t act like I don’t exist."

The words felt heavier as they left your mouth, laced with an ache you hadn't meant to reveal.

Rafayel’s smirk faded. A quiet sigh escaped him before he reached up, his fingers grazing your cheek with uncharacteristic tenderness. The usual mischief in his eyes was gone, replaced by something softer—something real.

"You really are dense," he murmured, thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against your skin. "I tried to put space between us because it stopped being just flirting for me. It wasn’t just a game anymore." His voice was quieter now, steadier. "I was falling for you."

Your breath hitched. For a moment, all you could do was stare, his words settling over you, sinking in, unraveling everything you had assumed.

And then you acted on instinct.

Without a word, you leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. It was brief, but it said everything—everything you hadn't been able to say before. When you pulled away, his expression was unreadable for half a second, and then a slow, almost disbelieving smile curved his lips.

"You’re a big, big dummy," you murmured, grinning up at him, finally feeling like you had him back.

And this time, he didn’t pull away.

Sylus

Oh, you were furious.

You had always known the kind of man Sylus was—disappearing without a word, leaving messages unanswered, slipping in and out of your life as if bound by no one’s rules but his own. But never, not once, had his absence stretched beyond two days.

Now, an entire week had passed.

You had called, concern gnawing at your chest, only to be met with silence. But when you saw the twins posting nonchalantly on moments, realization settled over you like a cold weight.

You were being ignored.

And you hated how much it affected you.

Was his absence truly taking such a toll on you? Was the lack of his attention enough to make your world feel unsteady? The thought alone was infuriating.

Enough was enough.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you were already standing in front of his house, storming inside like you belonged there, your every step heavy with emotion.

"Where’s Sylus?" you demanded the moment you entered the kitchen, finding Luke and Kieran lost in quiet laughter over some inside joke.

They startled at your sudden entrance, but it was the scowl on your face that wiped the amusement from their expressions. Without hesitation, they told you exactly where to find their boss.

You didn’t bother knocking.

The door to Sylus’ study swung open, revealing him lounging in a chair, a glass of red wine in hand, his robe—also red, because of course it was—hanging loosely off his frame, exposing far too much skin. The dim lighting cast golden shadows across the sharp angles of his face, only adding to the effortless air of danger that always seemed to follow him.

But you refused to be distracted.

"You moron," you spat, striding toward him.

Sylus arched a dark brow, his lips curling in amusement.

"It’s wonderful to see you too, sweet thing," he drawled, his voice smooth and indulgent, like honeyed wine. He took another unbothered sip.

The nonchalance of it all only fueled your anger. You grabbed the glass from his hand and set it down—none too gently—on the nearby table.

"Don’t ‘sweet thing’ me right now. I thought you were dead!" Your voice wavered between frustration and something dangerously close to hurt.

He exhaled a soft chuckle, entirely unfazed. "Is it my fault you assume I can be taken down so easily?" His tone was rich with amusement, a teasing lilt behind every syllable.

"Oh, you’re about to be taken down if you don’t start explaining yourself," you shot back, eyes burning with a challenge.

That, at least, seemed to amuse him less.

"Explain what, exactly?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, though his gaze remained sharp. "Be specific, darling."

You scoffed, crossing your arms. "Explain why you’ve been ignoring me all week."

Silence.

It lasted only a moment, but in that pause, something in the air shifted.

When he finally spoke, his voice had lost its teasing edge. "What do you expect me to say? That every time I was near you, I was overwhelmed by emotions I have no business feeling? That you make me reckless? That I—" He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "I shouldn’t let myself feel this way. It makes me weak."

Your breath hitched.

His voice, once laced with quiet amusement, now carried something else entirely—something raw, something unguarded.

"And now," he continued, stepping closer, his voice quieter but no less intense, "I’ve said it out loud. There’s no going back. You have the upper hand, sweet thing. You’ve wrapped me around your little finger."

His proximity made heat rise to your cheeks, but you held your ground.

"So, what now?" His voice was softer now, laced with the barest hint of vulnerability. "Is your curiosity satisfied?"

You glanced away, unsure of how to answer, but he was quick to lift your chin with a single finger, forcing your eyes to meet his.

There, in the depths of his gaze, was something undeniable—something entirely, devastatingly real.

"Instead of a weakness," you murmured, your hand covering his, "why not let it be your strength?"

For a moment, Sylus said nothing. Then, slowly, his fingers curled around yours.

And for the first time in his life, love didn’t feel like a liability. It felt like power.

Caleb

Your normally talkative, bubbly best friend had become a shadow of himself—distant, reserved, and frustratingly unreadable.

At first, you tried to ignore it, convincing yourself that maybe he just needed space. Everyone had their moments, after all. But when he started canceling plans—your plans—that was what truly hurt. He shut you out without explanation, leaving you to wonder what had changed.

And you hated not knowing.

So when you finally managed to get him alone, seated beside you on the couch in the familiar comfort of your living room, you weren’t about to waste the opportunity. You wanted answers, and this time, you weren’t leaving without them.

The air was thick with unspoken words as you turned to face him. The dim glow of the lamp cast warm shadows across his features, highlighting the tension in his jaw, the slight crease between his brows. He had been unusually quiet all evening, and you had reached your limit.

"What’s with the long face, Caleb?" you asked, your voice softer than you intended, laced with quiet concern. "Tell me what’s wrong."

Your eyes searched his, willing him to let you in. His moods always affected you, but this… this silence was unbearable.

Caleb looked momentarily caught off guard, as if he hadn’t expected you to confront him so directly. He parted his lips to speak—probably to brush it off, to tell you it was nothing—but then he hesitated.

And instead of words, he took your hand.

Gently, he pressed your palm against his chest, right over his heart. You could feel it, the rapid beat beneath your fingertips.

"Did I do something wrong?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "You've been so distant lately…"

His grip on your hand tightened slightly. "Pipsqueak," he murmured, the nickname rolling off his tongue with quiet fondness. "You could never upset me."

There was something unreadable in his gaze—something raw.

"I've just been… confused," he admitted, his voice lower now, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to say the words aloud.

"Confused about what?" You instinctively moved closer, barely noticing the way your knees touched.

Caleb exhaled slowly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "It’s becoming harder to hide," he finally said. "To pretend I don’t feel something I’ve been trying to ignore for far longer than I should have."

Then, in a move so tender it sent a shiver down your spine, he lifted your hand to his cheek, closing his eyes for just a moment as he nuzzled against your palm.

Your breath caught in your throat.

"Caleb…" Your voice wavered, warmth creeping up your face. His touch was intoxicating, his puppy-eyed gaze making your heart weak. "What are you saying?"

His lips curled into the faintest smile, as if the answer had been obvious all along.

"What I’m saying," he murmured, eyes locked onto yours, "is that I’m hopelessly in love with you."

Your heart stuttered, warmth blooming in your chest like sunlight breaking through a storm.

And in that moment, nothing had ever felt more right.

You wrapped your arms tightly around Caleb, burying your face against his shoulder—partly to conceal the heat rising to your cheeks, partly to soak in the warmth of his embrace. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips felt grounding, reassuring, like an unspoken promise.

In that moment, you felt whole. As if a missing piece you hadn't even realized was absent had finally fallen into place, completing a puzzle you hadn't known you were solving.

[lumillsie]

ೃ⁀➷ being jun-ho's s/o would include ¡!

in which you're romantically involved with the police officer doing his best to find his brother and put a stop to the squid games

a/n : lots of love to my dearest friend @angelseraphines for not only getting me into this brilliantly-written show, but also for looking over my fic to double-check my characterisation and to give me a second opinion on it. if you aren't already following her, please go ahead and make sure that you do so 🙏

also this turned into a full-on fic please just roll with the punches 🙏bit of a cliche first date but I fear that I have very little dating experience so you guys are gonna have to deal with that, I fear.

╰┈➤ it was the middle of winter when you met the policeman for the first time. the air was crisp and frigid, icicles were hanging from rooftops and everywhere you turned you could see colourful outfits in contrast with the white snow and hear the sound of shovels scraping against sidewalks. a kind-eyed man in a reflective green vest caught your attention at the same time a car smacked a young woman and drove off.

╰┈➤ you stepped forward to testify, wanting to help out the woman. she thankfully didn't appear to be in critical danger, save for the bruising on her hip and the apparent fracture in her left hand — and so you headed off with them to the station to give your statement. the woman was allowed to give her statement and leave immediately, due to the obvious state her hand was in and her need to visit a hospital. you were left then with the kind-eyed officer from earlier, who brought you a sizzling cup of hot chocolate and sat down to wait with you until you could sign off on your witness testimony.

╰┈➤ talking with him was so relaxing for you. it felt as if you had known him for years and the banter between you and him felt natural and light. you couldn't remember when was the last time you laughed that much — little did you know that he felt the same way.

╰┈➤ as you headed off to leave, your eyes searched for him amongst the worn-out chairs and stacked files. you wanted a chance to say goodbye, regardless of the dread gathering in your chest at the thought that you'd never see him again. you were disappointed when one of his colleagues informed you that he had to head off back to his post — that was until you were handed a slip of paper with his name and number on it. he was far too professional to make the move himself, but his colleague could see you two liked one another and took it upon himself to push you towards him. with a grateful smile and a glint of unadulterated joy in your eyes, you left the building and headed off to meet up with the friend you'd made plans with that day. you would be a little late, but you were sure she wouldn't mind once you told her about your day.

╰┈➤ admittedly, it took you a couple of days to call the handsome officer, whose name you now knew to be hwang jun-ho. every time you picked up the phone, your legs would become jittery and you'd find yourself pacing around your room. a little seed of doubt took its root within you, but on the fourth day you finally gave in and pressed the call button. once he recognised your voice, his lips curled into a smile on the other end of the line. he was a bit concerned when his colleague gave you his number, but he was glad to see that you weren't put off by it. on that cold winter's night, you talked and talked until you both fell asleep grasping your phones, the line still on.

╰┈➤ these cozy evening calls became routine for the two of you, with him initiating them when he got off work. you learned more about him — that he was close with his mom, that he was set to get a promotion soon and that he wanted to work in major crimes as a detective someday and that he would often look in on his brother when he had some spare time. he didn't talk much about him, but you got the feeling that whatever it was his brother experienced wasn't something you wanted to press him much on — so you didn't. he made the effort to ask you more about yourself as well, so you talked to him about your job, your family, and your friends. you talked to him about your hobbies, the places you wanted to visit, and the things that made you happy. neither of you had ever really felt so comfortable, so quickly with another person — it was a lovely feeling, one that you both desperately latched onto.

╰┈➤ a couple of weeks after you started talking, jun-ho finally managed to get a day off. his tone of voice was dignified, yet dulcet as he invited you to go see a movie and then to dinner with him. you replied immediately and enthusiastically, gripping the phone so tightly in your hand that it almost felt like you could break it if you squeezed it in just a slightly tighter manner.

╰┈➤ like a true gentleman, he picked you up from your apartment on the day of the date and you found yourself glancing at him admiringly as he drove, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on the road and not on you. when you arrived at the cinema, you were surprised to see that the movie he got tickets for was the one you'd been raving to him about for weeks. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to go see it with a friend, but I figured it would make for a pretty good first date" he admitted with a hint of humour in his voice. you responded by telling him you thought it was a wonderful idea.

╰┈➤ the cinema hall was dark, illuminated only by the gleam of the screen as the opening scene of the movie was unfolding. he had to admit that the plot was intriguing, but he found himself glancing down at you every so often. halfway through the film, he found the courage to extend his hand, and you grasped it into yours as gleeful smile made its way onto your face. even as your hands began to feel a bit sweaty, you couldn't bring yourselves to let go.

╰┈➤ on the way to the restaurant, you launched yourselves into a proper conversation about the movie, laughing and joking about its points and twists as the rosy sunset gave way to a melancholy dusk. the staff and guests moved around in a lively manner, as the sound of glass and ceramic reverbated through the room — and the view from the windows was absolutely breathtaking. you could tell that he'd done his best to keep your preferences in mind when he was looking for a place to take you to. you held his hand across the table as you waited for the food to arrive, and you spent the better part of the evening comfortably talking to one another. every so often, his eyes would dart to your lips, but he made no move to reach across the table — not yet, at least.

╰┈➤ his shoes were crunching on the frozen ground as he followed you to your front door, and as you turned back to see your goodbye, he leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips — one which you eagerly reciprocated. he pressed a gentle kiss to both of your hands before he departed, and he called you once again as he got home.

╰┈➤ it didn't take long after that for the two of you to become an official couple. you began to visit him at work when you had the time, and he'd take an hour or two after work was done to slip by and spend some time with you. you would lounge on your couch with a glass of wine in your hand — if he was staying the night he'd drink a few too, and if he wasn't then he'd drink some tea.

╰┈➤ he would feel awful about waking you early in the morning when he had to return to his apartment and get ready for work, but he always made sure to write you a note and find your kettle so you could boil water for tea or coffee when you got up. he always kissed your forehead and whispered a sentence or two of affection before he left. he knew you couldn't hear him, but he felt the need to say them nonetheless.

╰┈➤ realistically, it wouldn't take long for you to meet his mother and brother. jun-ho always made time to visit her, and in-ho had given him his kidney. they were a close-knit family and he wanted the people most important to him to meet the person he was rapidly becoming more and more serious with. his brother seemed quiet and solemn, but he wasn't unkind. save for your greeting and goodbye, you only exchanged a few awkward words — most of which were just polite questions. you got the underlying feeling that he was a very tormented man, and the sight of a family photo on the counter with his arms wrapped around an unfamiliar woman confirmed your suspicions. jun-ho's mother, on the other hand, was incredibly warm and welcoming. she trusted her son's judgement, and she embraced you as if she'd met you a thousand times before. she prepared a fantastic meal, and she showed you photos of jun-ho and in-ho throughout their childhood. your joyous laughter echoed through the room as the younger of the two brothers covered his face with his hands. when it was time to return home, you found yourself hesitant to leave the warm atmosphere of the older woman's apartment — she made you promise to come visit her often. you agreed enthusiastically.

╰┈➤ when you returned home that evening, you asked him about his brother. he opened up to you then, about all the things he'd never really talked about. about the week his brother went missing a couple of years ago, about the death of his brother's pregnant wife and about the kidney he received from his brother. his voice was on the verge of breaking as he uttered out one string of words after the other, and his eyes began to gloss over. you held him close then, and from that moment on it was as if he could tell you anything — trust you with everything. it was the turning point between being two people who truly liked eachother to being partners.

╰┈➤ the change from living apart to living together was pretty seamless. at one point, you both realised that most of his stuff was already at your place and you just ended up moving the rest of it in. from that point on, he never really had to worry about going back to his place or getting up extremely early to get ready for work. you'd stay awake huddled under the blankets with his arms wrapped around you as you kept one another up to date with what you got up to during the day, and what you wanted to do as soon as you found some free time.

╰┈➤ if you're out together and he sensed that the chill from the cold weather outside is getting to you, he'd sneakily slip his jacket around your shoulders and offer you a teasing quip as he zipped it up with a light smirk on his face. your protests of not being that cold would be met with an exasperated look.

╰┈➤ you didn't hear him the first time he told you he loved you. as he kissed your forehead and whispered to you in the morning, it simply slipped out. he didn't realise it until he spoke it out loud. when he returned home that evening, those were the first words out of his mouth — and you said it back. after that, he always made to include his declarations of love in his morning notes, and they were the first and last words on his lips each time you said your helloes and goodbyes.

╰┈➤ you're there for him as he climbs the ranks in the police, and you'll never forget the look on his face when he came home with the news of finally receiving his promotion to detective. he spun you around as he placed kisses on your face, and you leaned in and kissed him with passion to show him just how proud of him you were. he took you out to celebrate that evening, and he took you to the same restaurant where you had your first date. it would go on to become your go-to place for celebrating special occasions. the following day, you went to visit his mother. tears of joy slipped from her eyes as she embraced him, and it wasn't long before she drew you into her embrace as well. it was the first time you saw something that didn't look like grief or sadness in his brother's eyes. you saw pride.

╰┈➤ he definitely wants to get married, and the two of you have talked about it, but both of you want to have a wedding when the entire family feels like they can actually celebrate. the dark cloud of grief that seems to constantly hang over in-ho's head has encouraged you both to wait a while. regardless, you two have already discussed so many of the details — the song you'd like to have for your first dance, the colour palette, the season when you'd like to have it in and where.

╰┈➤ he's incredibly observant, a trait that has helped him in both his private and professional life. he remembers the little things about you — he keeps track of the things you talk to him about, notes the ways in which your features contort when you see something you like or dislike, and goes out of his way to make your life easier in small ways.

╰┈➤ when you are both too tired to get ready and get ready for a proper date, but still want to do more than simply stay inside the whole time, he'll take you for a drive around the city. sometimes you get stuck in traffic, sometimes you get to breeze through the vibrant streets. for these dates, you have two playlists — one made up of both yours and his favourite songs, and another made up of ballads and romantic declarations weaved into music. which one you end up putting on depends on the atmosphere, but the second one tends to be the one you play when you park atop a cliff and take some time to glance at the stars.

╰┈➤ he rarely ever gets jealous, because he's confident in your relationship and he trusts you. that being said, he is incredibly protective — and he's always watching out for you. this bleeds into his affectionate nature, and the hand wrapped around your shoulder when you're out and about means two things. one, that he wants to be close to you and this is his way of expressing it. two, that he's warding off any unwanted attention and anybody who would seek to do you harm. he's a detective, so of course he's great at multi-tasking.

╰┈➤ while he mostly saves flowers for special occasions, he goes out of his way to get you baked goods when he's on his way back from work. you remarked once on how the pastries he brought you from the bakery near his station reminded you of something you ate regularly in your childhood, and he was nothing if not attentive. he didn't always bring home the same stuff — but he kept track of which treats you were craving the most and acted accordingly.

╰┈➤ if you get caught out in the rain, he's the type of guy who will keep his jacket above your head to try and keep you from getting drenched by the rainfall — or at the very least drape it around you, if you're wearing something that becomes see-through when it comes into contact with water. his focus is on your comfort in those moments.

╰┈➤ he finally proposed to you on your three-year anniversary, at the same restaurant where the two of you had your first date. while marriage was something you discussed, he still managed to surprise you with the proposal, and you agreed with tears welling in your eyes and your heart thumping nearly out of your chest. one of the first people you called was his mother, and you made sure to send the colleague that slipped you jun-ho's number a baskets of flowers and baked goods. he left a good portion of the planning to you, as busy as he is with his job, but he always offered his opinion and showed you that he cared immensely when you'd ask him for it.

╰┈➤ a couple of months after you announced your engagement, and with preparations underway — his brother disappeared. this wasn't the first time of course, but it was only the second time he didn't leave a message or let anyone know of his whereabouts. the last time this happened, his pregnant wife passed away, so naturally you, jun-ho and his mother were all worried. a couple of days into his brother's disappearance, your fiancee called to tell you that he was following a lead on his brother's disappearance — something with slip of cardboard with weird symbols and some man his colleagues perceived as crazy. after that, you couldn't get hold of him.

╰┈➤ when he did resurface, a couple of weeks later, he turned up bloodied and with a bullet in his shoulder on some old sea captain's boat. you looked after him then, tending to his wound and making sure that it didn't get infected, redressing it, and helping him with mundane tasks he struggled with now that his shoulder was injured. he was eerily secretive about it at first, and all you knew was the tidbits you managed to get from his coworkers — about some strange island and some sickening freaks making indebted people play children's games and then killing them for sport. you were confused, but you didn't press him until he was ready to talk to you about it.

╰┈➤ in the dark of the night, as he was leaning on the bathroom sink and you were pressing cold ice against the torn and injured flesh left by an unknown man's gun, he started talking to you about it. about following the strange man into a limousine where they doused all the passengers with some sleeping agent, about sneaking onto a ship and strangling one of the workers there, consequently tossing his body into the depths of the vast sea. as he spoke about all the death he witnessed, about the man with one kidney the workers cut up and whose organs they trafficked, about the sickening rich man who attempted to force himself onto him and about escaping the island, only to be tracked down as he attempted to send the proof he'd gathered and was met with horrendous cell signal and a masked man's gun. he didn't tell you about his brother, couldn't condemn him in such a way. that was the only part he kept to himself.

╰┈➤ your habit of staying up together in the night became more frequent than it had ever been. when he did sleep, he was always mumbling something about in-ho and the lines on his forehead and the manner in which he was squeezing his eyes made him look nearly as if he was in pain. you would coax him back from the turmoil he was re-experiencing in his sleep and into reality. neither of you went back to sleep on nights like those, and his grasp on you was so firm as if he was afraid you might disappear if he attempted to loosen it.

╰┈➤ he'd quit his job and went back to handling traffic then, and you understood he needed his time to grieve — a reprieve from death and the most distorted cases that hit the station's desk. you got married soon after, as the realisation that life was far too short to worry about semantics settled in his bones, and the fear of losing him intensified in you after what he'd gone through. you still kept the most important parts of what you'd planned out - the song for your first dance, the place where you wanted to celebrate, the people you wanted in roles of honour. it was a small and private affair, witnessed only by those the two of you felt were most deserving and close. you hoped to hold another celebration once in-ho returned, if he ever did — your husband already knew that he would not.

╰┈➤ once he starts working with gi-hun, he fills you in on what they're doing. he doesn't want you to worry, he couldn't put you through what you experienced back when you didn't know if he was dead or alive. you demand that they let you in, that they allow you to help them look for the man in the black mask. you couldn't stomach the thought of him setting off with you again, to do something so perilous and frightening. he's hesitant at first, and refuses to even consider the idea. upon realising that you don't intend to give up, and that you'll join him for it whether he likes it or not — he relents, but demands you don't put yourself in harm's way.

╰┈➤ on the night of halloween, as you all set out to find whoever is behind the black mask of the games' frontman, you head off with gi-hun. jun-ho worries about letting you go, but he still has faith in his brother not causing you any harm. he doesn't expect you to end up in the limo with gi-hun, as they take him back to the island for another week of twisted, death games.

a/n : thank you so much for reading this! if you find any inaccuracies with the show itself or with korean culture, please go out of your way to let me know how I may improve upon them and fix my mistakes 🙏🙏 I'm grateful to you for taking the time to read this fic, this is actually the first time I managed to finish a fic in a day (as opposed to my regular routine of taking a whole week to wrap up one set of headcanons). as always, I'm tagging other characters to increase my outreach, but the characters I'm tagging are only the ones I also write for — in case you want to request anything for them.

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❝devilish little minx❞ — j.yh.

PAIRING. perv! jeong yunho x fem!reader.

GENDER AND WARNINGS. smut. the two of them are massive perverts. hard dom(?)! yunho. switch! reader. masturbation (fem). voyeurism. wet dream. light chocking. slapping (face, clit and breast - i didn't count them, sorry). dirty talk. name calling (slut, perv, good girl, pretty, handsome, brat, etc). mentions of deep throating. manhandling. sucking fingers (?). overstimulation. p in v. fingering. handjob + blowjob. i think that's all, if i forgot something lmk.

SYNOPSIS. yunho had you on his mind since the first time he met you. once you moved into his house out of the invite your best friend and his roommate, things took a turn to the worse. until one day he caught you, or did you catch him?

RATING. R (+18) - MDNI.

WORD COUNT. ~4,8k.

NOTES. english is not my first language. last fic of the year, let's gooooo! this is part of the pirateez collab of perverted ateez (i'm sorry for the delay!), here are the other ones if you'd like to read it: kim hongjoong | park seonghwa | jeong yunho | kang yeosang | choi san | song mingi | jung wooyoung | choi jongho . this was the first fic i wrote full since the last one i posted in july, i hope it is at least half as good as the others in this collab. bye ♡.

IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraying how any of the people quoted here are in real life.

CREDS. dividers by cafekitsune ♡

You were a blessing and a curse.

At first, when Yeosang brought you to their group of friends, it was like the doors to heaven had been open. It wasn’t like he didn’t believe in angels, no, he did, but he never thought he’d see one in person, until you walked through the doors of the apartment that one fatidic day that Yeosang decided to call you and ask you to join. 

The curse started when he found out you had a boyfriend, but again, nothing that was bad couldn’t get worse right? A small curse in disguise of a blessing. You had broken up, and you didn’t want to set foot in the apartment you shared with your ex, but Yeosang was quick to offer their apartment for the time being. It wasn’t like Yunho was opposed to it, on the contrary, they had a guest room that could easily be your home for the time being. The actual curse came when he started to find your clothes hanging on the apartment, your lace underwear drying in your room when you were out for University, the small moans and whimpers you’d make from time to time as you tried to open something or were frustrated with whatever. 

But the real curse was when he took his headphones after a game with his friends and heard your muffled whines and moans he was so used to. There was no way you were doing what he thought you were, right? God he prayed you weren’t, because otherwise he wouldn’t be able to keep his thoughts away from the gutter. He took a deep breath as he tried to keep all the blood on his body to move south of his waist, but god it was hard as he kept hearing your moans and whines and now your freaking curses! 

He shouldn’t do this. He shouldn’t carefully put his headset down. He shouldn’t carefully get up from the gaming chair. He shouldn’t carefully walk out of his room and open his door with the utmost care not to make a single sound as he walks towards your room. To the room where the whimpers were coming, whimpers that would hunt his dreams and were already straining his sweats. As he walked closer to your room, the sounds became clearer. All sounds. 

Your door wasn’t open, but the breach that was between your door and the door frame was considerable enough to have him poke through. Enough to see your shaky legs, to see your hips jolting in the air as your dildo went in and out of you. The way your moans grew louder, were you… pleading? He could swear he heard you beg to let you cum, to beg for release as your other hand went down to play with your clit. The cries along with the sounds and the visual — even of half your body — were enough to make Yunho palm his crotch, holding back a moan but not the small whimper that left his lips at the friction.

“That’s it… yes,” you say after the whimper, you were still shaking, but your pace had increased, you were more vocal, were you not scared of him and Yeosang would listen? Of course not, Yeosang was out for the weekend and he was playing with his friends like he usually did… So did that mean you did that every single time on the same day and time? “Please, please, please, I’m so close, I’ve been good haven’t I?”

It was like you were talking to him, and god it took all his will power not to say something in return. It was like you knew he was there. It was like you were talking to him, but you couldn’t see him, could you? His hand made friction on his sweats as he held back a moan. At the sight of your shaky body, he knew you were close, close enough to probably not notice if he peaked through, right?

God he was a pervert.

How could he think that? How could he not think that?

The second his head peaked inside your room, his hand went down his pants. Shaky hands finding his hard leaking member, and this was all thanks to your whimpers, when he saw you, he could have come in sight if he didn’t have better control of himself. His hand quickly palmed himself through the sweat pants, he could feel the wet stain on his trousers, but you were a sight he wanted to drown into. 

Your legs spread open, the dildo coming in and out of you as you were shaking in bed, your free hand on your clit as you tried your best to find release. Yunho’s hand quickly found its way inside his pants, as he bit his bottom lip keeping quiet, trying to mimic the movements he was seeing. In-Out, In-Out, faster, slower, In-Out… It was like you were doing it on purpose, edging yourself while edging him. Your moans grew louder along with your movements getting faster. Your legs closed momentarily and it took all in Yunho not to go there and spread them open, pushing your dildo out of the way and burying his fat leaking cock in your spent pussy.

As you shook uncontrollably, and quickly let out a loud cuss mixed with a moan, he knew you came, and he didn’t. He tried to finish, and the sight of you pulling out the dildo from inside you, your legs spread and you all exposed to him pushed him over the edge.

He let out a muffled moan.

When he saw you halting your movements, he quickly went to the hall, covering his own mouth as his hands moved faster along his shaft, if he closed his eyes he could see you once more, all spent and slightly fucked out in your bed. As he finally came, the wet patch grew considerably, his face growing hot as he heard movements in your room, making him rush towards his bedroom hoping you wouldn’t catch him. 

As the door closed, he rested his back against it. His hand was sticky, his heart racing, his pants a considerable problem, but his mind…his mind was stuck in the image of you in your bed. If he was fucked before, he was even more now. The mere thought of what just happened made his cock twitch on his trousers. If he closed his eyes, he could see you laid bare on your bed, your pussy all wet and prepped for his cock to be buried deep in you, making you scream your lungs out his name, feeling your skin under his finger, having his finger buried in your pussy as he made out with your clit. He could feel your hands on his hair, pulling it away as you also moved because he was giving you too much pleasure. 

He came once more.

He was definitely fucked. 

He was avoiding you like the plague.

He knew it.

You knew it.

Yeosang knew it.

If you knew he had caught you, Yunho had no idea, but he did notice that you tried to talk to him, even if he tried his best to keep a distance between you two, or someone between you two. Trying his best to never be alone with you in any way possible. But you were a damn minx.

If he’d occasionally find your underwear in between the clothes, now it was outright in front of him. You didn’t even care to keep your door closed with your clothes drying in there. So technically you wouldn’t miss an underwear or two, right? Nor notice them suddenly appearing in your laundry day basket, definitely not. You wouldn’t even suspect since Yunho would clean them to the best of his abilities after he was done jerking off on them, or even while sniffing another one he got that still had your scent. 

And of course, that wasn’t enough, you had to keep with your damn moans every single damn week. Making him change his gaming time, making him be the quietest little mouse going to get a treat of this mischievous little cat. He wasn’t in the wrong was he? You kept your door half-open, you kept your underwear scattered around, you kept your moans muffled but also loud, you kept changing positions in your room — bringing Yunho to the edge of insanity as he pictures these different positions and how his hands would explore your body —, you kept making a show, you kept begging, you kept giving him exactly what he wanted, except what he wanted the most. 

You fucked out in his bed while he made sure you couldn’t walk for days, all marked from his hands and the hickeys he’d leave over your body, even if you weren’t his, you belonged to him, he’d mark you. He’d make sure everyone knew you were his, even if once, or twice, or as many times as he’d have you in his bed or on any possible surface. 

“What’s up with you? It’s the second time you do laundry this week, you okay?” Yunho jumped slightly at your voice, trying to hide the stained pants from the night before when he saw you once more stuffing yourself with a useless dildo while he could— “Yunho? You okay?”

“Ah, ye-yeah, sorry, just a little… everywhere,” he said nervously, throwing a shirt over his laundry so you wouldn’t see the stained pants from the night before. “Also, Yeosang said he has this uni trip, are you going with him?”

“Oh, no, it’s for his own course,” you looked at Yunho confused, since Yeosang had mentioned during breakfast it was with his classmates and whatnot. “Yun, you sure you okay? You’ve been weird for quite a while now…”

Was he being that obvious? Could you see it was because of you? 

“I’m fine just… a lot in my head, sorry…” He quickly averted eye contact with you, although your eyes kept observing him intently. “I should go back to my room I have—”

“What about your laundry?” You cut him off confused, pointing to the laundry basket in his arms.

“I’ll wash it later, there’s this shirt I wanna use later on for a party, if I wash it now I’ll probably use it and I’ll not wash only that shirt, Yeosang would kill me for wasting water like that…”

You couldn’t help but chuckle and nod. “I mean, true, but… You can always wash your clothes along with mine… I don’t mind it…”

Oh he knew how you didn’t mind, but he had to play a part. He couldn’t make it obvious he was spying on you almost every damn night, waiting for a tiny moan or a vibrating sound coming from your room, no, he definitely couldn’t. Yeosang would have his head and you’d probably call the cops on him for being a pervert.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” as if heavens had heard him, one of his friends called him, allowing him to be away from you as he started to feel his hard on growing at each second he spent beside you. “Sorry, Mingi is calling me, I have to take it, you know how he is…”

“Take the Princess Minki phone call, the last thing I want is him saying I’m keeping his best friend from him and stealing him like I stole Yeosang or whatnot.”

Both laughed as Yunho gave you a small smile and nod, picking up the call from Mingi and heading back to his bedroom, closing the door and trying to focus on what Mingi was saying and not on how much he wished he could pin you back to a wall and fucked you.

You had him. 

You had him wrapped around your freaking unreachable delicious cunt. 

Your walls were pressing around his cock as he hammered into you, his hand around your neck, the other slapping your breast as he heard your whines and pleas, he finally had you wrapped around his fingers, after so long of you having him. You cunt was squeezing his cock so much that he knew he’d have to do his best to control himself, he couldn’t cum so easily, no… He needed to see your eyes on the back of your head, your back arched, your hardened nipples to the ceiling as your breasts moved each time his cock got buried inside your cunt. 

“Yunho, argh— please, please, please let me cum, please, Yun!”

He smirked, slowing down his movements, seeing you whine loudly and move your hips, only to have you stop as his free hand dug into your hips. As his cock slowly and tortuously entered your core, he lowered himself, lips almost touching… 

And he woke up. 

Sweat all over his body and precum leaking from his cock inside his pants. 

“Fucking hell…”

It wasn’t the first time and definitely wouldn’t be the last that he would wake up from a wet dream with you in it, when he finally took you and buried himself in you, but he always woke up. All the damn time. His trousers were quickly tossed in the laundry basket, at this point he should probably sleep naked, it would definitely save him from a headache that Yeosang was gonna bring when the water bill arrives. 

He had fallen into a routine. 

He’d avoid you to the best of his abilities throughout the day.

He’d take longer showers after breakfast and dinner because you were always there with your sweet smile, concerned eyes, sassy attitude, mischievous personality… God, he wished he had never allowed Yeosang to take you in. You were the biggest temptation, acting like that in front of everyone, while begging to be fucked with a dildo or your fingers deep in your cunt every damn week, and all for Yunho’s ears to hear.

You were driving him insane. 

As he finished his shower, he quickly put on another pair of pants, hoping no wet dream would come about for the rest of the night, that is… until he heard you. Not only heard you pleading, no… You were calling him.

He was definitely going insane. You wouldn’t call his name in the middle of the name, and definitely not in between muffled moans… Was he still dreaming? Was his mind so perverted to that point? He slowly and quietly left his room heading to yours — once again — half-opened door. The closer he got the clearer the words became. You were pleading. You were moaning. You had a damn vibrator stuck in your cunt once more.

But you were moaning his name.

As he stood by your door, your fingers were deep in your cunt, the wet sound along with your moans and his name coming from your mouth quickly made a tent show up in his trousers. If you were quiet you would hear his gulping along with the increase in his heart rate. You were calling for him, while stuffing your fingers in your sweet cunt, all spread open just waiting for him. It was an invite, it was clear, or was he reading too much into it? 

“Yun, Yun please, I need your cock, please,” his cock twitched in his pants as his eyes was focused on your fingers inside your pussy, already working to spread you open. It was the chuckle that woke him up, making him look at you, finding you already looking at him with a smirk and hooded eyes, not stopping your movements, your fingers spreading you open as your eyes trailed down the tent in his pants. “Took you long enough, thought I’d have to moan louder to make you come around this time… were you playing your games with headphones? But I guess calling your name did the trick,” your other hand went down to your clit, circle movements along with your fingers making you bite your lip bucking your hips a little, looking back at Yunho. “C’mon, don’t be shy, I love to hear you at my door, Yun…”

His eyes widened, not for the fact you knew he was spying on you everytime you masturbated, but because you sounded like you… liked it. His cock twitched once more in his pants, your legs spreading wider as you saw him standing there, chuckling at his slight shocked expression. Your fingers stopped circling your clit, while your fingers inside you spread your labia open as you observed him. He was drooling and you were loving every second, finally being able to see how much he wanted you, how much he’d destroy you if he had the chance, just like you wanted, just like you planned. 

“Y-you knew?”

“Of course I knew, or do you really think I’d be that reckless and lazy to leave my underwear everywhere, or… where you’d be able to see it?” Your smirked made something in Yunho switch. You truly had him around your fingers, you played him like a freaking violin, and he was curious to see what else your devilish mind could think as he started to walk closer to you. “Also, thanks for giving back all the underwear you took, I was scared I’d need to buy a few more, at least I’d buy a few more of the ones you liked.”

A smirk appeared on his lips. 

He was willing to play your little game, if it meant he’d finally get what he wanted: you.

“So… you knew I was always at your door, and… you kept acting as if you knew nothing? Did you get it off on that?”

“As much as you did… or are we not gonna talk about the amount of pairs of pants you went through the last couple of weeks?” Your smirk widened, his eyebrows shot up. Of course you would’ve noticed. “But I meant it, I don’t mind washing your clothes along with mine… We’ve been doing that for quite a while now, have we not?”

“And you’ve been enjoying this little game, have you not?”

“Can’t say I’m not… but it’s getting tired, and my wrist needs a little break, I wouldn’t mind a helping hand, if you are offering…”

You kept looking at him as he got closer to his bed, his precum already staining part of his pants, his eyes trailing your body as you spread your legs open again, moving closer to the edge of the bed on the side he was. A small scoff came out of Yunho’s mouth as he saw your hand trailing closer to his pants playing with the string, while looking at him with fake innocence. 

“Do you have any idea how much you tortured me these last few weeks?”

“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it nor planned on how to punish me for it?” Your hips moved a little as your knee moved to touch his hand, it was always one of your favorite features of him, that and the little vein that would pop out of his neck when you teased him too much. “Or should I beg on my knees with your cock in my mouth while I milk you dry?”

His eyes darkened as a smirk appeared on his lips, lowering himself enough to have his right hand cup your face before tightening its grip on your jaw. “The only thing milking me dry is you cunt while I breed you, my pretty little slut.”

As your teeth sank on your bottom lip, Yunho’s left hand traced down your leg from your knee to your inner thigh, making your breath hitch, a smug smile took form on his lips as he tilted his head observing your reaction as his fingers got closer to your core, the tips tracing around it, but never touching. The grip on your jaw forcing you to look at him as the pads of his fingers traced every area from your inner thighs to your lower belly, to your labia, but never where you wanted them. Your hand moved to touch his cock through his trouser, making him groan, slapping your clit, making you moan but keep massaging his cock, making the stain of the precum spread a little. 

“How about you put your fingers inside me, while you fuck my mouth? Would you like that, handsome?”

“Oh, we are resolving to flattery now… I see… and you think choking on my cock while I spread your pussy will make up for all these past weeks I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in you?” His fingers finally touched your clit, torturously circling the bundle of nerve, pitching it whenever you moved your hips trying to get more friction. “Are you gonna behave like a brat or as a good slut?”

“Says the perv that was jerking off to watch me for the past few weeks,” Yunho’s hand left your jaw slapping your face, before taking the grip once more, but before you could say anything, two fingers entered your already sensitive core, making you gasp. “Fuck— finally, oh yes!”

“Oh you look so pretty like this, my pretty little slut… but are you gonna be my good girl and listen, or be a brat and get punished?” Before you could answer, two of his fingers entered your mouth stopping you from speaking, as your tongue quickly moved around it, making Yunho smirk as his fingers curled inside you. “Free my cock, play with it a little, get an idea of what it’s gonna be inside your mouth in a bit, yes pretty?”

You nodded, choking out a moan as Yunho’s fingers curled inside you once more. Your hands quickly moved to pull his pants down, freeing his massive cock, making your eyes widen but your mouth water even more wanting him inside your mouth. Your hand quickly spread the precum, your thumb gently moving it around as you watched his reaction, smiling as you made sure to suck his fingers while clenching your walls around his other fingers, whining as he added a third one, spreading you even wider.

“Gotta fit in your pretty little pussy, hm? Or you think you can take my cock without prepping? I think you can, since how much of a good slut you are…”

He took his fingers out of your mouth, his fingers back into holding your jaw. “I can, I can take it, I want your cock Yun, please, I—,” another harsh slap as you felt his fingers leave your cunt making you jolt. “I’ll be good, sorry, I’ll be your good girl and be patient.”

His smirk widened as his fingers traced the outline of your labia just the first phalanges entering your core, making you whine and move your hips a little, giving you another pinch on your clit, making you cry out a moan. 

“Be a good girl and stop moving so much, yes?” You nodded. “Since you don’t want to use your words, better use that mouth for something better, hm?” He pushed your hand away from his cock already smeared with the precum you carefully spread, his tip touching your lips as you quickly widened your mouth to fit him inside. “Fuck, even your mouth is perfect.”

Although all you wanted was to move your free hand down to your clit, you knew Yunho would probably punish you, not that you cared, but you wanted him, you wanted him inside. The more you teased and pushed his boundaries, the more he’d keep you away from cumming on his cock. Intead, your hand moved to your breasts, pinching your nipples as your head was too busy focusing on taking Yunho’s length, your hand helping you in the process, stopping a few times as you felt his fingers curling inside of you, or changing its movements rapidly. He was torturing you like you tortured him, and you were enjoying every second of it.

Saliva is already dripping from the corners of your mouth, your throat already hurting a little from the few times Yunho deep throated you. Your pussy was already read and super sensitive from the over stimulation of his fingers and the slaps he gave you when you misbehaved. You felt Yunho’s cock twitch more and more, you knew he was close, so you pushed him to the edge, you wanted his cock inside you. Your dildos weren’t enough, your fingers weren’t enough, his fingers weren’t enough, you needed his cock. You needed his cock buried inside you as you cried his name.

“Yunho please,” you begged once more as he took his cock away from your mouth, as his hand moved along his shaft. “I need your cock, I need your cock buried inside me, I want you to fuck me so much I can’t walk, I want you now, Yunho please, I’ll do whatever you want, just—”

He cut you off quickly manhandling you, making you stay on the edge of the bed as he spread your legs open, looking at your spent cunt all prepped and ready for him. His tip went over it, entering just a little to drive you crazy, but there wasn’t much you could do as he kept your legs apart and on the edge of the bed. Your hands going to your breasts, pinching your nipples as you watched Yunho’s cock disappear inside your cunt, little by little he drove you crazy. Didn’t matter if you pleaded, if you called his name, he was gonna take you in his way, and you were gonna let him and love it. 

“Now breath for me, pretty,” he said calmly taking the half of his cock that was inside out, making you cry a moan once more, a smug grin appeared on his lips, as he shoved his cock fully inside you, making you gasp and scream, “I thought you said you could take me, and I prepped you well enough for my cock, yeah?” 

He quickly pulled all his cock out, before you could even react if was fully inside again, and he repeated that a few more times before his hand that was previous on his shaft, move to your clit making circling movements as he kept burying himself deep into you and pulling all out. Your hand moved lower, holding his forearm, nails dug into his flesh and he knew he was pushing you too much and he himself was on the edge. His hand left your clit to meet your face, cupping it and caressing softly, his thumb going over your lower lip as his movements became gentle. 

“I won’t break, you can be sweet the next time, I want you to break me,” your words made his eyes darken, as you smirked a little. “I want to see the real Yunho behind the Golden Retriever boy you show around, so fuck me senseless Yunho, please, I need it.”

“Your wish is my command, pretty.”

He didn’t move away from you.

His hand never left your face.

His other hand kept holding one of your legs open.

But his cock was hitting you on all the possible spots, making you cry and moan each time he hit the spot, at each angle it changed making you feel him differently whenever he impaled you. 

“Look at me, I want you to look at me and say my name as I feel you squeezing me with that sweet little cunt of yours, yes?” You nodded, doing exactly as Yunho said. His movements became more erratic as you were holding back from closing your eyes. Your nails digging into the flesh of his arm and back. “Cum for me pretty, be a good girl and cum all over my cock.”

“Yunho, please don’t— oh fuck!” Your high quickly found you as he kept pouncing into you searching for his own release, that it came as soon as you clenched a few more times around him while saying his name like a silent prayer. As his head lowered to find the crook of your neck, your body relaxed feeling happy with the weight of Yunho’s body on top of yours, like a warm soothing blanket. “Are you still angry at me?”

The vibration of his chest along with the breathing of his chuckle against your neck gave you goosebumps, but you chuckle softly as well, seeing Yunho lift his head to look at you. “Oh, I definitely am, but I promise I’ll be nicer the next few times… I just had this annoying brat pushing me over the edge for weeks and making me dream of her sweet cunt wrapped around my cock.”

“Oh, she seems the worst!”

“She can be, but I’m sure I can put her in her place, in more ways than one.”

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Should I Stay or Should I go? — Housewardens x gn! reader

summery: you have the option to stay in Twisted Wonderland or to go to your home world...which would you choose?

tw: angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms

wc: 3.3k

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You stare in shock as Crowley pats himself on his back, chuckling to himself about how generous he was. He had finally found you a way home. Something you weren’t sure you even wanted anymore, but what other choice did you have? It’s not like you could stay…right?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddle Rosehearts

“I see,” Riddle hums, trying to not let his voice shake. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, you had been searching for a way home this entire time, your leave was bound to happen. But gosh did it feel like his heart was tearing itself apart at the moment. He had secretly hoped that there wasn’t a way for you to go back, as shameful as that was. You had completely changed his life, and he had hoped that you would continue to be by his side, but the choice was yours. It was your life, and he would support you no matter what.

You Leave

Riddle almost didn’t even show to say goodbye to you, but he couldn’t let you leave on bad terms. He felt his heart shatter as you disappeared through the mirror, never to see you again. He felt angry at first, seething about how selfish you were to leave him, how angry he was to allow himself to get so attached to someone who was never going to stay. Riddle nearly became a tyrant again, taking his anger out on those around him, Trey barely keeping him in check. 

Then, his anger simmered into sadness. Why had you left? Was this world really so bad? Was he not enough? Of course, the person who teaches him it's okay to not be perfect doesn’t hesitate to leave him. His change is obvious, he had become so happy with you around, and now that you were gone he had dulled exponentially. He will move on eventually, but in the meantime he finds himself writing you letters, wishing you were around to help him in these hard times.

You Stay

“A-are you sure?” Riddle couldn’t help but stutter when you first told him. Ever since you told him Crowley found you a way home, he had been preparing to see you disappear. To live a life without you in it. So when you told him you wanted to stay he found his heart jumping for joy, unsure if he should get his hopes up. Did you really, truely want to stay? To leave all your old friends and family behind? Have you thought this through enough?

“Yes,” You stated firmly, determination clear in your eyes. “I want to stay.” 

Riddle does whatever he can to help you with your transition. Do you need to file paperwork to become a citizen? Of course, where do you wish to live? He’ll give you the appropriate paperwork and even help you fill it out and send it to the correct offices. Riddle will also spend more time with you, he had clearly taken your presence for granted, and he’d be damned if he did so again. He wants to make sure you don’t regret your decision of staying, and he hopes you choose to keep him by your side.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Leona Kingscholar

Leona glowered at you, snarling out, “Why do I care?” His tail flicked about irritably, the pain in his chest instantly turning into anger. “Just leave for all I care.” Why did he keep talking? He was making things worse, but pushing people away was his defense mechanism, and he wasn’t gonna let you know how much he actually cared. How much he wished you would stay, how he wished he wouldn’t come second once more. All he could do was try to ignore the impending doom he felt in his heart, ignore the fact that perhaps he was just as alone as he thought.

You Leave

Leona didn’t bother to say goodbye. Lying in his bed, trying to ignore the fact that you were leaving for good at this very moment. Ruggie had tried to get him to go, but was only met with snarls and swiping claws. Leona was livid at the thought of you. Who the hell did you think you were to play with his feelings like that? You were a good for nothing pompous asshole like the rest of them, preaching about being better and leaving like a selfish jerk. 

…so why did he miss you so much?

He felt like a complete fool, longing for the time you were still around. Wishing you’d somehow find your way back into his arms. But he knew better, he wasn’t that naive. You were gone for good. Decided that he wasn’t as important to you as he thought. Leona had become more irritable than before if possible, sleeping the days away as it had become harder for him to get up. He’ll never admit how much you mean to him, not even when it’s been years since you left.

You Stay

Leona looked at you like you were stupid, ear twitched and tail swaying. He couldn’t deny how giddy he felt seeing you enter his room instead, his tail giving away his true emotions. Leona couldn’t help but smirk smugly, eyes glinting with pride.

“Of course you’d stay,” He gloated. “You’d be stupid to leave.”

As a prince to the royal family of Sunset Savanna, he can wave his hand and you’re a citizen, no need to worry your pretty little head about any of that. You need a job? He’ll hire you…to be his personal pillow. Yeah, his favoritism is showing, he’s just so glad that you stayed. He finds himself folding for you a bit more, wanting to prove that you made the right choice. Leona also becomes more clingy. You had managed to scare him (a feat no one’s done before), and he didn’t like it one bit. So he makes sure it won’t happen again.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Azul Ashengrotto

No. No no no no this can’t be happening. You can’t be leaving him. Was he not good enough? Were you not happy? How could he convince you to stay? Perhaps he could make a contract that would force you to stay…no. He promised you he wouldn’t, but he was actively witnessing his control slipping through his fingers, the person he cared dearly for threatening to leave. Azul loved you so greatly, was it not enough? He was spirling, terribly. He’s selfish, and it shows in the way he tries to convince you to stay, free dinners and exploring only the best parts of Twisted Wonderland. He could only hope that he managed to show you why you should stay.

You Leave

Azul feels his heart beat out of his chest as you smiled sadly at all your friends. Watching in pure terror as you waved goodbye.

“Please don’t go,” He pleaded, falling to his knees and grabbing your hands. He was making it worse. He knew he was. Groveling at your feet like a fool, tears falling down his cheeks. Your apology rings empty as you untangle from his grasp and step through the mirror. Azul will never forget that moment, the moment you tore his heart to shreds. That moment would forever haunt him. Azul finds himself slowly receding back to how he used to be. You had seen a side of him no one else had, which had opened him up to you, but you were gone now.

By the seven, he hated how much he loved you. Are you happy now? Have you found yourself in the arms of someone else? Someone better? Azul was inconsolable, finding comfort in bad habits, swindling people for power once more. He knew it was wrong, knew it wouldn’t end well, but what else did he have? No one else would care for him the way you did.

You Stay

“I-I can’t go back,” You stuttered, pulling away from the mirror. There was a collective sigh of relief from your friends. Azul found himself nearly buckling at the way you turned to look at him. He didn’t even realize he was crying until you wiped his tears away, pulling him into a hug. He couldn’t stop thanking you, holding you tightly like you’d vanish…you nearly had after all. You think his pampering before your decision was bad? Now he’s going all out, treating you like the royalty you were. Jewelry, the finest cooked meals, you ask for it and it’s yours. 

It’s like your choice has strengthened his devotion to you. You had chosen him over your old life, your old world. What more could he want? He’s planning your wedding as we speak. To get married you need to be a citizen? Done. Are you kidding? He’s got the tweels to dig up dirt on many officials, would you expect any less from him? Azul’s love for you feels like a never ending black hole, a chasm that will never run out. He finds himself wondering if you feel the same. You had stayed, after all.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is the ultimate supporter. Cheering on whatever decision you make. Don’t get me wrong, he’s disheartened at the thought of you leaving, but he doesn’t want to influence your decision. You were one of the few people that Kalim could whole-heartedly trust,so he decides to throw party after party. His own way of distracting himself from the terrible feeling in his heart. Perhaps…he allows himself to hope that you’ll change your mind. That you’ll realize how much you’ll miss this world, miss magic, miss him…

You Leave

Kalim can feel his smile try to break, but he refuses to let you go unsure. Kalim isn’t used to things not going his way, not that he doesn’t respect you, it’s just that the whole situation feels…off. Like this is all a bad dream and he’ll wake up and you’re still there. But unfortunately, this is reality, and the last time Kalim sees you is when you turn and enter the mirror. Days pass, and Kalim finds himself thinking about you. You always liked having meals with him and Jamil, you liked going on magic carpet rides. He finds himself buying things he’d think you’d like only to remember you’re not here to receive them anymore, keeping all the items in a storage room, just in case you come back.

Thinking about you is like a warm fuzzy day. Kalim misses you, but he’s content. He hopes you're happy, living your best life. He continues to cherish your memories as he grows older, still thinking of you as a dear friend. There’s still a tiny spark of hope that maybe he’ll see you again, that you both could catch up…but he knows that’s a foolish notion. 

You Stay

Kalim couldn’t help but cheer when you staggered away from the mirror, not hesitating to pull you into a hug. 

“We should celebrate!” Kalim exclaims, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Jamil will cook your favorite foods! And we can dance and sing until our feet and throats are sore!” 

Like Azul, Kalim finds himself buying you more things and pampering you. Can you blame him? He’s just so happy you stayed! You need citizenship? He doesn’t know much about the process, but he’s got you covered (sorry Jamil). Kalim gets clinger if possible, always wanting to be holding you. He can’t help but wonder what his life would be like without you, and he’s not sure he’d ever want to experience that. You have become a crucial part of his life in a short span of time, and he hopes you continue to choose to stay with him. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Vil Schoenheit

There was a mix of emotions when you told him. Most negative. His gaze sharpened, scrutinizing on how you felt about this situation, one feeling seemed the most prominent. You were unsure. Vil had to admit, he grew used to your presence, longing for it, strangely. He cared for you so much that he found himself taking a step back. This was your decision, and he respected that. As much as he wanted you to stay, he wouldn’t deny you your freedom of choice. Though Vil has to admit…he selfishly wanted you to stay because of him.

You Leave

Of course. He should’ve expected nothing less. You had confided in your desires to go home, he wasn’t sure why he deluded himself to believe you wouldn’t go. To think you would choose him as your top priority. Vil watches with a hint of disdain as you vanish so easily from his life. No, that’s not completely true. There are still hints of your presence in the items you left in his room, the items you left in Ramshackle, the memories inked into his mind.

Still, life had to continue. Vil had no time to stew in his hurt feelings as he had a job to do. He couldn’t let your parting smear his image, he had to stay on top of himself. No slacking allowed. In enough time, Vil won’t feel as hurt, instead grateful for the time you spent with him and accept that if this was what made you happier than so be it. The last thing Vil wished was to hold you back from your full potential, and if this is what you wished, who was he to deny you?

You Stay

A flash of smugness overcame him before his fondness took over. Vil doesn’t hesitate to usher you away from the mirror chamber, feeling his heart finally settle its anxious state. He had never been so scared of losing something, not even when he had lost the VDC. Losing that had made him angry beyond belief, losing you? That would’ve hurt him in ways he didn’t want to think about.

Where does he take you the next day? Well the spa of course. You must have been so stressed these past few days, so what better than to help you relax now that the decision is over? Will pamper you like no other for the next few days. Citizenship? Don’t worry, he’s got his lawyers handling it. What did he say about worrying? He doesn’t want you to get any more fatigued than you already are. Don’t worry darling, he’s got everything handled. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Idia Shroud

Instant panic. Locks himself in his room for a while, trying to wrap his mind around losing another person he dearly cares about. Doesn’t even let Ortho in, effectively isolating himself. Once he calms down just a bit, he tries desperately to convince you to stay. Why would you want to leave? This world has magic, and you never even talked about your world, so therefore it must suck. Idia grasps for straws, hoping that something will stick and you’ll decide to stay. 

You Leave

Idia, like Leona, locks himself in his room the day you leave. Doesn’t even use his tablet to give you a farewell. No, that’s much too painful for him to even think about. Immediately goes to his first coping mechanism, creating a human-like android. Refuses to leave his room for any reason while he creates a copy of you, but no matter how hard he tries, he seems to fail at replicating your likeness. Why do your eyes look so lifeless when you smile? That’s not right. Similar to Ortho, your android's eyes are covered, Idia not able to come to terms with your absence. 

It’s honestly sad how Idia finds himself constantly tweaking at your cpu. You say you like the wrong thing and he just has to fix it because otherwise this isn’t you and he needs you. He can’t accept the fact that you left him willingly. You loved him, didn’t you? Why did you leave him? Even your android couldn’t fully console him as it ran its mechanical hands through his hair. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried his best to imagine it was really you who was whispering sweet nothings to him.

You Stay

You don’t even make it to the mirror room, instead knocking on Idia’s door rapidly. Ortho quickly ushers you in, rushing you towards Idia who is laying on his bed with the blankets pulled over his head. 

“Leave me alone,” Idia groans out, pushing further into his blankets. 

“Idia…” You murmured, causing him to nearly cry out. He couldn’t believe you were here instead of going back to your world, and when you say you're going to stay? He’s sobbing into your neck and holding you like you were going to disappear. Now Idia gets anxious about you leaving, finding himself buying you random merch from games and series you like, hoping you never change your mind. He needs a lot of reassurance. When you state your worry about being able to live in Twisted Wonderland since you technically weren’t a citizen. Pshh, that’s what you’re worried about? You do know he works for an ultra security company, right? He can give you clearance to whatever you wish.

Idia’s just so, so, so happy that you choose him, something he still can’t believe is real. That you’re still by his side for the foreseeable future.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Malleus Draconia

Thunder rumbles in the distance as rain starts to pour. Even though the weather gives away his true feelings, Malleus gives you a strained smile. He had come to cherish you with his whole being, and it hurt to know that you were going to leave, but he wouldn’t let his selfishness get the best of him. You deserved to go home, and if that was your old world, then so be it. Just please allow him to spend these last moments by your side. He wishes to make your last moments in Twisted Wonderland truly magical.

You Leave

The wind whips wildly outside, rain hurling towards the ground as you wave goodbye to your friends. The weather reflected the frowns on your friends' faces, not to mention Malleus who approached you, bowing his head and planting a loving kiss to the back of your hand.

“I shall cherish you forever, my dear child of man.” 

You had nearly started crying, but you held strong, entering the mirror and returning to your world. Malleus was unsure of what to do after you left, finding himself lost. He’d appear in front of Ramshackle, wishing that you’d come walking out of the front door and greet him with your lovely smile. Instead, the crickets chirped, the dorm you had claimed as your own oddly silent.

Hints of you still existed. Little trinkets you had forgotten in his room, consuming foods that were your favorite, finding jewelry and clothing he’d think you’d like. You were a bittersweet memory that he wishes he had more time to experience. He wishes you well, wherever you are.

You Stay

The harsh winds and thundering rain slowed before disappearing altogether, leaving the sun to shine brightly on the now wet infrastructure. Malleus watched with wide eyes as you grasped his hand, pulling away from the mirror. 

“I think I’d rather stay.”

That was all you needed to say for Malleus to send you a blinding smile, kissing the back of your hand. He hadn’t felt this exhilarated in a long, long time, wishing to celebrate your stay with a grand feast. Perhaps a ball? Briar Valley hasn’t had one of those in a while. Or perhaps you’d like to celebrate by shopping? Whatever you wish and it’s yours. You’d just like to spend the night? Why of course, child of man, he would be delighted to have you by his side. You don’t even have to question anything about citizenship, you were already seen as a resident of Briar Valley and Malleus was the prince, he could do what he wanted in this regard. 

In fact, Malleus couldn’t seem to stop smiling, feeling rejuvenated every time he saw your figure in the distance. Nothing could beat the joy of seeing you for another day, spending time by your side and listening to your rants. He wouldn’t change it for the world, and he’s glad you wouldn’t either.

[kizzmexoxo]

You Taste Like Secret ~ Hyung Line

“Nothing but a bunch of perverts.”

Pairing. Hyung line x Reader

Genre. Brothers Friends, SMUT. MDNI. All of them are perverts. If uncomfortable, do not read!

Warnings. SMUT, dubcon, manipulation, drinking, drunk scenes, underwear stealing, dry humping, ass slapping, harassment, literally just smut. (lmk if I missed anything)

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Release date. TBA..

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Your brother’s friends are perverts.

You don’t remember how it all started. All you remember was having a sleepover at Jungwon’s—your brother—friend’s house. Not to mention, all boys. Men.

You weren’t even supposed to be there. Jungwon was forced to drag you along since your parents insisted you both to have a sister and brother time. Jungwon already made plans with his friends that night, but your parents still pushed the idea of you coming along to whatever plan he had.

You love your brother, but you admitted to the fact that you don’t spend a lot of time together. Your parents noticed and insisted to let you come with your brother.

That’s why you ended up to a mini get together with his ‘boys’. You honestly didn’t care, you just wanted to go home.

You had no choice but to endure the yelling, cursing, and laughter that came out of their loud mouths. I mean, they’re boys. What did you expect.

You were on your phone as they continue to shout at each other while playing a video game you don’t ought to know about.

“We should drink. I’m thirsty.” A male voice speaks, Sim Jaeyun, Jake rather.

You got along with him the most and the sweetest out of all your brother’s friends. He was very kind when he first met you. He guided you at the first day of school when you were lost, offer you notes, and checked up on you when Jungwon wasn’t present at your home.

And he has that big smile on his face he flashes whenever he’s happy.

You almost saw him as another brother. Almost.

“Bet” another male voice speaks. This one was Park jongseong, or in short, Jay. He helped you in your studies.

He was the richest out of all of them. Designer watches, designer bags, an expensive looking car, it was obvious he was the richest. The most sophisticated one too.

“Seriously? We drank last night.” A deeper voice speaks. Park sunghoon. The owner of the house you’re staying at.

He was the most mysterious of them all. You can’t read his expression at all.

“Don’t be a mood killer. Get the drinks, jay. Finally the oldest. Lee heeseung. He was the one that stood out the most to you. Mysterious and flirtatious.

They all have different personalities, you concluded, but they’re all the same.

Heartthrobs, playboys, attractive, rich.. and perverts.

~

They were perverts. You knew because you had caught each of them behaving oddly whenever you were alone in the house with one of them.

They’d bite their lips, undressing you with their eyes, and obviously having dirty thoughts about you.

You knew damn well how these boys look at you when Jungwon wasn’t looking.

Sunghoon would always take the opportunity of checking you out. Despite his unreadable expression, you always notice his eyes moving up and down, undressing you with his eyes, whenever you go downstairs to go grab yourself an edible.

He’d even follow you to the kitchen, pretending to grab something. But in reality, he had other intentions. he would trap you against the counters and rub his clothed cock to your ass from behind.

“Sorry. Had to grab this.” He reached out to the upper cabinet to grab himself a bag of chips.

Before you could confront him, he already had left.

Heeseung, who always makes himself comfortable in your home, tend to visit your room a lot, plopping down onto your bed like he owned the place.

He frequently stays over to fall asleep beside you without Jungwon knowing.

You didn’t mind it at first but now it had became a habit, you decided to confront to him about it.

He reveals a pout, “You don’t want me in here, princess?”

Oh and the nicknames he’d given you. You have no idea how to respond to that.

“Let me stay here. I love it here.” He insists, pulling you closer, his body pressed against yours.

It almost looked like you were both cuddling, not knowing what’s under the covers.

He runs both his hands down to your ass, squeezing, massaging it until he falls asleep.

Jay, who volunteered in tutoring you, does not keep his hands to himself.

He always insists on you sitting on his lap since that was his ‘technique’ in learning fast.

Obviously that was just an excuse to feel your ass on him.

You were more focused on the hard bulge you’d feel as you sit on his lap while he teaches you whatever he was talking about.

Whenever you’d get his question right, he’d give you a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes, massaging your tits.

But if you’d get a question wrong, he’d bend you over the table and slaps your ass until he is fully satisfied with your punishment.

Jake was the most perverted of them all.

One night when Jake was sleeping over in your home, you had caught him masturbating to your pink lace underwear in the laundry room.

He turns his head to meet your widened eyes, but that didn’t stop him from whatever he was doing.

Instead, he smiles. He continued to rub his dick down with his veiny hands, not breaking eye contact with you.

You couldn’t handle it and ran back to your room, heart bumping so loud, that’s all you could hear.

~

Now you were stuck here. In a big house, full of men, bunch of sickos.

Jungwon’s here, so they won’t be able to make a move on you, right?

Wrong.

Jungwon had already passed out from being too drunk.

You had no protection. You can’t leave either since you can’t drive and it was raining.

“You wanna play a game?” Heeseung speaks.

You look back at the boys, already had their gaze locked on you.

“What game..?” You mutter.

“Truth or dare.” Jake replies with a grin.

“Why don’t we play in another room? I’d rather not we disturb Jungwon.” Jay speaks.

You were about to protest, until sunghoon spoke, “Follow me.”

They all stood up. Before you could process everything, heeseung had already grab your wrist, bringing you along with the four.

“Tonight will be fun.”

~

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[mv1simp]

prompt: max finding out one of the driver's "innocent" sister actually has a secret diary/account dedicated to all her naughty desires for him

Sweet Like Candy ♥️

Max Verstappen x Camgirl!Reader

sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper. its addictive, you know this (but you still lick the wrapper)

At 27, three time world champion Max Verstappen has become bored with the blinding glamour and fake crowds who try to cling onto his fame. So when you catch his interest, sparking desire for the first time in months, he quickly becomes obsessed. He just never imagined his favourite camgirl would turn out to be his ex teammate’s shy, little sister who needed to pay off her college loans.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, camgirl!reader, Riccardio!reader, basically sugar daddy! max vibes lolz, somnophilia, blackmail, filming, cheating, 3.8k WC

Max Verstappen knew he was famous - everyone wanted a piece of the most desired driver in the richest sport on earth. When he'd been younger, high off the rush of being crowned a world champion, he’d been cockier about it, too. He enjoyed the smug arrogance that came with his skill, with his million figure paycheck, knowing that most men he met wanted to be him and most girls wanted to be with him. And it certainly didn’t hurt that he looked the way he did, all 6 foot of thick, built muscle and angled jawline with intense blue eyes. He’s had more than his fair share of rolling around in the sheets (and private jets and yachts and backseats of luxury Aston Martins - you get the picture) with countless models and actresses.

Now, at 27, he’d mellowed out, being quietly assured in his confidence and dominating aura. His talent and insane track record does all the talking for him without him needing to say a word when he steps into any room. And he’d stopped his playboy ways too, now the very picture of a loyal family man with his long term model girlfriend and her child who he doted on. It was true that he didn't hold any romantic feelings for her or love her particularly - but that was rare these days, anyways, with the superficial women who constantly surrounded him. But he knew he had her loyalty and in turn, she was provided for with access to Max's fame and finances.

Sure, he’s still offered temptations of money, drugs, alcohol, and sex on the daily, with tens of thousands of people desperate to offer him something to get a taste of the famous Max Verstappen. But unlike his younger self, his self control these days was much better. He rarely found something new that he hadn’t already tried and gotten bored of in his glamorous life as a F1 driver. He’d already started planning his retirement after his Redbull contract ended, somewhere on a remote island far away from all the greedy swarms eager to sink their claws into him.

So one day when one of his mates sent him a link, and your OnlyFans page pops up as he hovered over it, Max just rolled his eyes. His friend had texted that he had to check this chick out, she was so fucking sexy. Max had almost ignored it, already being used to countless offers from insta models DMing him on the daily. But maybe he’d been extra bored that day, because somehow he ends up clicking onto your page. And everyday, he thanks whatever fucked up God was watching from above that he did. Because what he saw next quickly became the world champion’s secret obsession.

You’re a cute young 20something, the very vision of a pure angel who lusted for dirtier fantasies she was too shy to ask for in real life. Your OnlyFans feed was filled with horny thoughts about wanting to get fucked by your older brother’s hot friend or which sexy songs you liked to listen to as you breathlessly use your pink bullet vibrator. It's a new page, started only a month ago, but you already have a few thousand followers, all drooling over the innocent yet tempting pictures you post. Nothing too raunchy - but more suggestive, in tight pastel crop tops with your nipples poking through or a shot of your curvy ass in a white lace panties. Probably a college kid, Max guessed, from the fact that the corner of a textbook could sometimes be seen in your photos and that you offered more naughtier photos to those viewers who payed a little extra. Clearly not any sort of adult film actress - and Max would know, because he’d definitely had some fun with one (or two) before.

But the real cherry on top was when he scrolled across a recent video stream you’d posted. Playing it out loud in his empty penthouse, his cock immediately hardened at the sight of your petite, curvy figure dressed up in lacy lingerie. You sat on your fluffy bed, surrounded by pink fluffy cushions and throw blankets, your face hidden from your teasing smile up. Your glossy, pouting lips giggle easily as you sway your hips in the cute lace babydoll you’re wearing, excitedly chattering about some pop singer you liked or the other. You're answering prying questions viewers are asking, reading them out loud from the chat. Did you have a boyfriend, what's your ideal type of man?

Max likes the soft, playful sound of your girly voice. His mind dirtily wonders what you'd sound like moaning underneath his much larger form. You hmmm for a second, pouting cutely, before shyly admitting that there was just one guy you’d had a crush on for ages, but he had no idea you existed. A friend of your brother's, in fact, you guys probably know him, you mused. He’s pretty famous! Comments flood the chat, trying to guess if he was a singer or actor or-

Nope, he’s an athlete! You giggle, biting your glossy lip and playing with your hard nipples. Max can’t resist palming his own cock through his sweats as he hungrily enjoys the sight of your pretty brown areolas through the see-through lace. He-mmmh-he’s Dutch, you begin, suppressing cute gasps as you toy with your oversensitive, perky tits. So tall, too, and super strong, I love seeing him shirtless! I’ll give you guys one more clue…he’s the fastest man alive when you put him in a racecar.

Ice blue eyes narrow as the comments finally hone in on just who you were talking about. So this is why his friend had sent him this, huh? He couldn’t deny he wasn’t pleased with the way you giggle cutely and confirm that your big fat crush was on Max Verstappen. I know it’s wrong, you whine, breathless as your small, manicured fingers slip down your body to play with the edge of your panties. It’s so naughty, he doesn’t know me and even has a pretty girlfriend, but every night I dream about him fucking me. He’s so hot, so dreamy, and that Dutch accent of his - you cut yourself off with a pleasurable moan, now teasing the audience as you finger yourself through your dripping panties, not letting anyone get a full view of your innocence. Let’s just say I’d let him use me anytime, anywhere, however he wants, you laugh sweetly, your voice a contrast to your dirty words.

Oh, fuck. Talk about a vixen. He hadn't seen a treasure as rare as you in a long time. And it looked like many, many viewers enjoyed your particular brand of angelic sinfulness as multiple donations flood in, begging you to finally take your panties off on the main stream. Max can't stop himself from sending a generous one himself, after jacking off to completion at the sweet sounds of you cumming through your panties. You'd eagerly humped one of your pink cushions, tits bouncing through the practically see through lingerie, moaning Max’s name as if he was right there under you when you reached your peak. Oops, sorry guys! You giggle again, your sweet voice now bashful. Got too caught up, next time I’ll make sure to say the name of the highest donor, mmkay?

It's a good OnlyFans account - no, a great one, but Max didn’t think of it much afterwards, getting caught up in his own busy life and making sure to erase his search history in case his overly paranoid girlfriend came snooping. The fact that you'd mentioned he was friends with your brother also meant very little, given his very large circle of friends and acquaintances given his fame. Everyone liked to say they were mates with Max Verstappen, F1 champion, even if the extent of friendship had been a single handshake.

To his surprise though, a few days later he received a private DM from you, sweetly thanking him for his generous donation! Curious, he opens your message, knowing you wouldn't know who he was from his generic username of CatDaddy33. He hadn't thought he had sent you much at all, maybe a couple grand? You deserved it, working so hard to dress up cutely and pay off whatever college loans you probably had.

But apparently you thought it was a very lavish contribution, because you’d sent him a very tempting photo as a thank you gift. He’d almost dropped his phone when he sees your lush bare tits, out on display as you stuck your pink tongue out cheekily, the rest of your face still hidden. Just for you. Hope you enjoy! you captioned, one small hand cupping your breasts and squeezing a pretty nipple that practically had Max salivating to sink his teeth into. Oh, he certainly enjoyed it, saving it to his private collection to jack off too later when his uptight girlfriend wasn’t in the mood - which was usually the case the majority of the month.

He ends up logging back onto your page that night to enjoy your latest steam, then another, and soon enough he had a full blown infatuation with you. Your tempting, curvy figure and your pretty lips that you bite as you keep talking about how turned on Maxie had made you in the qualifying today, looking so muscly and angry! has him downloading your naughty nudes to his phone. It’d been a long time since a girl had gotten him get so turned on, after all. You drove him wild with your girly, innocent mannerisms paired with your sexy body and filthy words as you play with yourself, always making sure to never fully reveal your face or naked cunny to the viewers with a slutty outfit covering you.

Of course, he generously tips each time he visits your page, resulting in you frequently sending him more thank you presents each time. Lately you've been asking him if he wants you to wear a certain outfit or call out his name in your next video, but he texts back that he just enjoyed watching you have fun, sweetheart. And that's true - because that's all this can be, just a private guilty pleasure for him to enjoy behind closed doors. The rest of the world wouldn't respond well to his dedicated, family man image if they knew that the Dutch champion secretly liked his girls sweet and begging for his attention on adult websites. Even though his actual relationship had become more of a PR facade, now, and had been that way for well over six months. The last chemistry fizzled out when she’d tried to wake Max up with her mouth on his morning wood, somehow trying to make up for weeks of no sex. He made up some excuse about being stressed for the race as he rapidly softened despite her repeat attempts, pushing her off him and going to shower.

But as soon as he’s under the warm steam, he’d only had to close his eyes and picture your perfect, full pouting lips on his cock instead for his impressive semi to come rushing back. As he lazily strokes himself, he wonders what your eyes looked like, still having never seen them with how you kept the top half of your face off the frame. Would you look up at him sultrily as your pink tongue darted out and licked his slit, or did you prefer having him meanly shove his cock all the way in as you gagged with wide, teary doe eyes? He guessed the second fantasy would be your pick, judging by how your breath seemed to hitch in excitement whenever a commanding order was DMed to you following a donation. The submissive type, for sure, who’d once said she’d eagerly let Max Verstappen have his way with her wherever, however he wanted her-

He came with a muffled groan, panting heavily as his release drips down to be cleaned away by the hot water. Maybe he’d finally give into your pleas to him to request something and ask you to suck a sweet lollipop for him on your next stream.

He puts his distracting thoughts about you to the back of his mind as he arrives on the paddock, camera flashes going crazy as they note the increased distance between the Redbull driver and his unhappy girlfriend as she trails behind him. Frankly, Max had stopped caring what his public image was at this point in the season, knowing it was only a matter of time before he got his PR manager involved to cook up some mutual breakup story to feed the media.

Qualifying goes well and the race even better for once, despite the shit box his car had been this season. Afterwards, he greets Daniel, who greets him excitedly and commends his race efforts. The two drivers are laughing, catching up easily in their conversation - when a small figure turns the corner to come up next to Daniel’s side. Oh! The Australian man grins, gently tugging the shy figure by his side forward. You remember my little sis, right Max?

The Dutchman stared at your blushing face as you nervously avoid eye contact with the much taller blonde. Cute, he thinks briefly, finding your brown doe eyes and Riccardio curls pretty. Sure, I remember her, we met at the Silverstone race last year, right? It had been a brief meeting, Daniel swinging by the Redbull garage to congratulate Max and you’d been trailing behind him. Max vaguely remembered you from your younger days, when you’d shyly stayed out of the older boys' way when he had visited Daniel in his Perth family home in Australia. But you’d grown up now, and had chosen to attend college overseas in London, and Max politely asks if you were still studying there. On a full ride scholarship too, Daniel confirms proudly, fondly ruffling your curls and making you protest. Still won’t accept a dime from her older brother, even with the ridiculous London rent.

Pouting rather adorably, you quickly fix your hair, glaring at your sibling as you mutter that you didn’t want his tax evasion money, thanks, you could look after yourself. Max laughs, pleasantly surprised you had some teeth behind your blushing, pretty face. You immediately look up to see his gorgeous blue eyes looking at you in interest before nervously flicking them away again, clutching onto Daniel’s hoodie as the two men resume their conversation. Later, as he watches you walk away, Max can’t help thinking about how your girly voice and pouting lips had looked so familiar. He knows many beautiful women, but there was something about your unique, natural face that made attraction swirl in his chest. He’s still thinking about it that night, annoyed about not knowing where else he’s seen you besides at your brother’s side.

And then your latest video had him sitting up straight in shock. Because he recognises the hoodie that’s draped across the back of your chair in the corner of the screen. He'd recognise it anywhere. You, of course, probably had not thought twice about the item of clothing that belonged to your brother - with it just looking like another piece of F1 merchandise to anyone watching. But Max knew that Redbull insignia on the back, signed DR3 along the logo generically but with an extra little present that Max had drawn on himself when his teammate had fallen asleep next to him on a private plane ride. The crude, cartoon dick drawing stares back at Max through the screen as he immediately recognises what he’d found funny as an 18 year old. There was only one person in the world who would own this sweatshirt personally customized by the world champion - and given the fact that you were the one who seemed to have borrowed it….the mystery of your identity finally unravels.

He sends you a private DM that very night, not wanting to play any games. He knew he had to have you, now that he knows you’re right under his nose. I know who’s little sister you are, baby.

You respond back immediately, which isn’t suprising considering how you’re in the same time zone currently. I have no idea what you’re talking about, you text, trying to deny his claim. Max smirks. He almost feels mean for winding you up but he knows you’ll be so grateful for it in the end. You’re telling me you aren’t Daniel Riccardio’s little sister? I saw you on the paddock today. No point in hiding anymore.

You seen his message for a few tense minutes, and he wonders if he approached this wrong because you could just block him. But then you frantically send back a how the hell do you know that? How did you find out?

Max chuckles as he corners you right where he wants. And an hour later you’re on a private video call with him, very differently dressed that your usual skimpy attire in a baggy t-shirt that covers all your skin as you demand to know just what he wanted. Of course, you still have no idea who he is, because even though he has his camera on, his face is well out of view. You can only squint at the image of a fit appearing guy, dressed casually in sweats but his strong muscles still showing through. You impatiently read out the next DM he sends you. I want to see your pussy, spread open for me completely-What the hell?! you shriek, outraged.

You try to get out of it, saying that was too embarrassing to do, but he makes you realise there it was futile to resist. He orders you to show your face in the video, saying there’s no point hiding it anymore since he knew exactly who you were. All over DM, of course - he couldn’t have your recognising his deep, Dutch voice that you always gushed about.

You pout cutely, lips downturned and an upset expression on your face as you slowly undress yourself for him. Then you follow his orders, gently playing with yourself as you teasingly suckle on your pink vibrator so that he could imagine what you’d look like with your lips around him, instead. Max lazily jerks himself off to the sight, enjoying how you started obediently following his instructions once you saw his hand reach into his sweats and slide his erection out. Your doe eyes went wide with guilty desire at the sight of his impressive, hard length, and you swallow back drool when you see his leaking, angry tip. Soon he had you spreading your puffy cunny lips wide for him to greedily look at, before you start sliding your little vibrator in between your achy core. He makes you call out his name like you always did, of course, and say out loud all of the dirty fantasies you’d been dreaming about lately involving your brother’s best friend. You cum intensely and Max follows shortly after, the both of you caught up in the sinful activity.

It’d been easy enough to find out the room number you’d been staying at as the Riccardio siblings were at the same hotel as him, and even easier to get the swipe card. He was Max Verstappen, after all. Leaving his bitchy girlfriend alone in his room, he makes his way to yours in the middle of the night. The hallway light briefly illuminates your peacefully sleeping figure when he opens the door, quietly locking it behind him.

You’re deep asleep, plush tits rising and falling, dressed in a cute see through lace nightgown and matching panties. After admiring the sight for a few minutes, he slides into bed behind you, finally getting to toy with those pretty nipples and squeeze the plush ass he’d been fantasising about for weeks on end. You quietly moan in your unconscious state, sleepily grinding back against the warm, hard body holding you and arching your back into the hungry mouth suckling on your stiff nipples. Soon he’s wedges his fat cock in between your thick thighs, panting heavily as he fucks then slowly so you don’t wake up. He barely lasts a couple minutes, his head dizzy with pleasure for the first time in months as blood rushes to his already hard cock. After he’s cum copiously all over your tanned skin, he slides off your panties to take for himself, making sure to rub his creamy release along your puffy slit with his large hands. He can’t resist sliding a finger inside to get feel of how luxuriously tight your pussy feels, groaning when he feels your walls clench down on him. His cock was going to experience heaven when it finally got to sink home inside you, he was sure.

You spend your day confused the next morning, remembering hazy wet dreams from the night before but not quite being able to recall exact what you’d dreamt. And you’d never been able to find your favourite lace panties, assuming they got lost in the laundry when room service cleaned up. Until your online bully, as you’d taken to calling him, sends you a naughty photo. It’s one that he could only have had access to if he’d taken it himself, you realize with a shocked gasp, as you stare at your peacefully sleeping figure. A gigantic cock, much bigger than any of your cute toys, slides into the waistband of your pink panties - which are completely see through from how soaked they’ve become. And that was one of the tamer pictures Max took that night. He wonders how you’d react to the one he has of his drooling tip brushing against your parted lips, his sticky release from earlier now leaking into your wet mouth.

You’re even cuter when you’re not putting up a fight his message says. You freak out, of course, but he doesn’t respond to your frantic questions and instead orders you to be dressed up for him tonight in that navy lace babydoll and matching blindfold set he’s having delivered, okay?

You swallow, unable to hide the rising curiosity and desire at the rich, mysterious stranger you had drawn in. You can’t really be mad at him when he sends a $10k reward to your account after teasing you with the filthy photos he’d been taking. A girl had to pay off her college loans, after all.

Besides, a hot, muscled sugar daddy appealed to you a lot more than streaming for thousands of strangers. You couldn’t wait to meet him tonight!

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A/N: 😏😏😏 thank you so much for waiting patiently my dearest readers, work has been crazy but I finally have some time now to feed you!!! Get ready I’m about to be dropping some hot pieces for you including part 2 of earned it and haunted!!

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Key to Your Flat

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 4.9k

Notes: Fluff, a bit of angst, pining, lots of acts of service, friends to lovers, au no powers

Summary: Wanda ends her long term relationship with Jarvis after realizing she was a lesbian. You've been her best friend since college, it's only right for you to support her in any way you can.

An: So this was supposed to be a cute little 1-2k fic loosely based on the Doja Cat snippet that says "Does a key to your flat mean girlfriend?" But it has turned into something else lol.

Masterlist | Masterlist 2

From the first day that you met her, you knew that Wanda would be one of the most successful people that you had ever encountered. There was no one more determined to make something of themselves than her. It was more than hard work; it was the way she sacrificed for the things that she wanted to accomplish in life.

You admired her.

How could you not, especially with the lack of direction you had in your own life? When you became her roommate in your sophomore year in college, you were already on your 3rd major. From engineering, to English, to culinary arts; you were all over the place. Yet you didn’t care much about it figuring things would work out somehow.

You believed that the universe would grant you whatever fate you deserved. Until Wanda told you that was such a ridiculous notion. Who would wait for a handout from the universe when they could simply get what they wanted themselves?

She was a good influence on you. You started taking school and your future a little more seriously after that. You put a lot more stock into your culinary dreams, and they paid off. There was a beaming fulfillment in your chest when you opened your own restaurant. Something that probably wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t met Wanda.

While you can’t necessarily recall what Wanda does off of the top of your head. You know she’s got some long fancy title at some big industry company. She had taken an internship in college and because of how completely undeniable the woman was, she shot up in the ranks of the company within a 10-year period.

You were both busy people, but you never loss touch as you climb your respective ladders of success. It was second nature for you to keep in contact with Wanda. It’s not something you thought about as much as something that you did.

Other aspects of your life often slipped through your fingers. You weren’t proud to say you’d forgotten a birthday or two or missed family plans because of work. Even your dating life suffered immensely because of your hectic lifestyle.

You never understood just how Wanda could manage to create enough balance in her life to find someone like Jarvis. He was a good man, clean cut. A little more uptight than you’d thought Wanda would go for, but a charmer, nonetheless.

You remember being skeptical when you first met him. You were the first person that he’d met from Wanda’s life. It was an accident when you ran into him on the way out of Wanda’s flat. He was about to knock when you were exiting. The red head was a little embarrassed to explain as you stared at the tall blonde man. You looked between the two before you shook his hand and sent him a decent enough smile.

She had chased after you when you left, trying to explain herself, but there was nothing to explain. You congratulated her, said you were happy she found someone. She thought you’d be upset with her, but you weren’t. How could you be upset when she was happy?

You had assumed that they had a perfect relationship. That’s how it seemed when you saw them interact with each other. His hand on her waist, her eyes shining into his. They’d seem to complement each other like the ocean compliments the beach.

Which is why you were confused when Wanda called you in the middle of your shift at work. She hardly ever called, finding texting much more reliable. However, you picked up the phone on the first ring.

“Hey, I know you’re probably working right now but is there any way you can pick me up.”

It sounded like she had been crying.

You were taking your apron off as you spoke into the phone, “Always, just send me your location and I’ll be on my way.”

You hear the relieved sigh she lets out, “Thank you.”

You informed your staff of your departure and headed to your car.  Wanda sent her location, and you put it into your GPS, before driving off. She was closer than you had expected so getting to her was nothing.

She was at a park in the middle of the city. The day was cloudy, and the sun was preparing to set. It was a very grey day to be outdoors.

Once you were out of your car you scanned around for your friend. You found her almost instantly. She was sitting on a bench, her head in her hands.

You’d seen her stressed before, but this felt bigger than that. Her voice on the phone made that very evident to you.

You approached her cautiously and when you got close enough you called her name, “Wanda.”

Her head shot up when she heard you. She was off the bench and in your arms before you had time to react. Her arms were tightly wound around you. It caught you off guard and all you could do was stare down at her for a moment.

Soon you were holding her back just as tight. Your hand cradled the back of her hair, finger tenderly rubbing her scalp.

“What happened?” Your voice is soft when you ask, not trying to provoke her any more than she already is.

It takes her a minute to pull away enough to answer you, but eventually she does, “Jarvis, he proposed.”

Your eyes widen, “These don’t look like happy tears.”

“I was trying to break up with him,” she lets out a deep sigh. “I called him to talk in person, and then I tell him that I think we should break up. He gets on one knee and starts talking, and I- I just…”

“Oh Wands,” you pull her back into your embrace.

You readjust so that you have one arm over her shoulder. She doesn’t protest as you lead her to your car. She climbs in the passenger seat no questions asked as you pull off.

When you arrived at your destination she finally speaks up, “What’re we doing here?”

“Getting takeout,” you answered quickly getting out of the car. “You sit tight.”

You’re in and out of the Chinese food spot with a hefty bad of boxes in tow. When you re-enter the car with the food Wanda sends you a small smile.

“Did you-”

“Of course, I got our favorite and I asked for extra sweet and sour too. I was going to drive to yours, maybe we could eat and indulge in some sitcoms or talk, whatever you want. How does that sound?”

Your eyes raked over her features. She gave you a few small nods, “Sounds better than having an existential breakdown at the park.”

“Well, I guess it’s settled then,” you chuckled a little.

You drove to her house, glancing over at her every few minutes. Her head rested on the window and her eyes were closed, but you knee she wasn’t sleeping. Wanda often closed her eyes when she was trying to ground herself. It was something you had picked on back in college. You never knew where she went in her head, but it always seemed to help her refocus.

When you got to her flat. You handled the food and handled the tv, shooing Wanda away to put on some more comfortable clothes. When she came back in her sweatpants and robe the two of you ate as you watched I Dream of Jeannie.

It took about 2 episodes before she said anything to you.

“You’re not going to ask why I wanted to break up with him?”

You leaned back into the couch, “I’m curious, but it didn’t really seem like something I should be asking right now.”

She searched your eyes for something. If you had to guess, you say for security. She needed to know that start she said next was ok to tell you. In truth there was nothing she could say that would deter you from being there for her.

“I think I like women,” she said as she looked into her lap. There were more tears brewing behind her eyes, “Only women.”

There was no hesitation as you moved closer to her. Your thigh rested against hers, prompting her to meet your gaze.

“That’s not a bad thing Wanda.”

She shakes her head, “It is especially when you have a long-term boyfriend who loves you with everything that he has. You keep wondering when you’re going to love him the way he loves you. When will you stop hating the way he touches you? When will you be able to look at him, the way he looks at you. By the time you realize it can’t be him, it will never be a him… it’s too late. He shows you a ring while you’re trying to break up with him.”

You grab her hand, “You need to be kinder to yourself. This isn’t something you chose to do Wanda. It’s not like you knew the whole time. It sounds like you’re just coming to terms with your sexuality. You did the right thing by breaking up with him.”

“But-"

“Let me finish. If I’m being honest, getting on one knee and proposing to someone after they tried to break up with you sounds like a manipulation tactic.”

She ran her free hand through her hair, “Did you think we were a good couple? Jarvis and I.”

You thought about the question briefly, “I think it looked like you were the perfect couple, but sometimes I didn’t understand it. You’re both so different, not that it was a bad thing. I just… I’ve seen you soar to unimaginable heights. I’ve seen your ambitions become your reality. I just didn’t see that in him. You’re always striving to be the best, to improve. I always thought you’d want someone to do the same with you or someone who was okay with you doing that. It just seemed like all of that went over his head.”

“He was a very traditional man. He always talked about settling down in the future, with firm roots, and kids. He talked about me retiring and letting him take care of me. It was just- not what I wanted.”

“And that’s ok, people break up all the time Wanda. It’s a normal part of life. Yes, it sucks, but it's just a breakup. Think of it as one step closer to finding your person.”

She nods slightly, “When did you get so good at this?”

You smile at her, “I’m not good at this. I’m just good with you. That's what nearly a decade of friendship does to someone.”

She didn’t say anything else. Instead, she rested her head on your shoulder and turned her attention back to the tv. You wrapped your arm around her shoulder, pulling her firmly into you.

Wanda would get through this, just like she got through everything else. You’d make sure of it, because she'd do the same for you.

In the coming months, you found yourself carving out more time for Wanda. The busy nature of your schedule died down significantly when you started to entrust the general manager of your restaurant with some more responsibility. It made your workload lighter while allowing your GM to get some more experience.

You used the new free time to support her the best way you could. Sometimes that meant bringing her lunch when she was working. Other times it was coming over after to make sure the woman wasn’t neglecting her home. You’d go over and check if she had groceries or that she wasn’t letting the flat get too dirty.  She was the kind of woman that threw herself into work when she was trying to avoid something.

You’d even gone as far as helping her set up a dating profile when she was ready to put herself back out there.

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

You were once again in her flat. She stood in the kitchen, while you sat on a chair stationed at the island in the middle of the same room.

“Date women,” she was asking sincerely, but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.

“Well, I don’t really date, but it’s the same as any date. You’re trying to present your best self, get a good foot forward, but while maintaining an authenticity. It’s not like a job interview where only one person is doing the hiring; you both have a say in how it turns out.”

Wanda narrows her eyes, “Why don’t you date?”

You shrug, “Too busy running a very successful restaurant.”

“You’re not as busy as you used to be. Maybe you should set up a profile for yourself. I’m sure any girl would be lucky to have you.”

You shook your head, “Hard pass, but I appreciate the effort.”

“Come on, Y/nn. I know accomplishments can feel empty when you don’t have anyone to share them with,” she tried to persuade you.

“Well good thing I can share it with you then,” you countered.

She let out an irritated sigh, “You know that’s not what I meant.”

You smirk, “Why do you want me to sign up so badly anyway? You think we’re going to match?”

You were only joking, yet you can’t help but notice the slight color on your friend’s cheeks.

She scoffed like you expected her to, “Grow up.”

For a moment it feels like you’re back in your college dorm. The playful and flirty banter was always present between the two of you. It was easy for you to flirt with her, knowing you never really had a chance. However, now that there was even the slightest of possibility that this could escalate, it felt completely different.

“It’s alright Wanda, nothing to be ashamed of. I’m hot, successful, hardworking, and financially responsible. Hard to ignore the total package.”

She rolled her eyes, “I remember when Ms. ‘Total Package’ couldn’t even finish her college assignments without my help.”

You chuckle when you catch her eyes, “You’ve got me there. If it wasn’t for you, I have no idea where’d I be.”

“Probably still in college on your 95th major change,” she laughed at her own joke.

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, “Very funny.”

 With a smile plastered on her face she strolled over to sit next to you. She spun on the barstool before grabbing your arms and looking into your eyes, “I have something for you actually.”

“What is it?”

She reached into her pocket and sat a key down on the island. You looked at her then the key with slight confusion.

“A key?”

Wanda nods, “You’re basically here all the time and I’m getting tired of opening the door for you.”

“I’m using this key to come over and cook in this beautiful kitchen, you hardly use.”

“Hey, I cook,” she defended.

You laugh, “I said hardly, didn’t I?”

When you got home that night, you felt a new weight on your shoulders. Your hand slipped into your pocket to pull out the key. You held it flat in your palm. The small piece of metal was cool against your skin. You stared at it for a long while.

It was just a key. There wasn't anything crazy about it. Your friend gave you a key to her house. Friends do that with each other. Your heart shouldn’t have been fluttering the way it was over such a simple gesture.

You closed your hand around the key trying to ground yourself. Your eyes shut, but as soon as they did her smile etched its way into your sight.

“Shit.”

It was like college all over again. You thought you had gotten over your crush on Wanda many years ago. She was straight, it was never going to happen. That was something you could deal with, something you could work through. However now, that wasn’t the case anymore. Wanda liked women, technically you had a chance.

You shouldn't be thinking like that. She needs you now, to be her friend. You were doing so well. Taking care of her had become an unconscious pattern as easy as breathing. You never thought about it too hard when she needed you. It’s like the moment she put the key in your hand, your mind finally started thinking.

Subconsciously you’d always known it. It’s why you didn't date. It was unfair to be with someone who’d never be able to prioritize over Wanda. She was one of the few people in your life that you’d drop everything for.

Sure, you were a busy woman, but you’d never be too busy for her. Her distress over Jarvis literally made you change the way you worked, just to make sure you were there when she needed you.

“Why would I make her a dating profile?” You asked yourself as you face-planted on to your mattress.

Just as you expected Wanda’s profile was gaining some traction. There were a lot of women interested in someone like her. Soon she was going on more dates than you had been on in years. Most of them weren’t serious, she often said she wouldn’t be seeing them again.

While you were sad that she wasn’t finding anyone suitable you were also happy for the same reason. You thought you’d attempt to cheer up her up after so many bad dates by cooking one of her favorite dishes from home.

You made a day of finding the freshest ingredients. You drove out to find markets that had authentic food from her home country. There wasn’t a lot locally, but you didn’t mind the hunt.

Once you had everything you needed you made your way over to Wanda’s. It was a struggle carrying everything up, but you managed with a little bit of a struggle.

While you were still conflicted about having a key to her flat, you still used it plenty of times. So just like you had done previously you let yourself into Wanda’s home.

“Oh, fuck sorry,” you said as you immediately saw Wanda straddling the lap of an older (an admittedly super attractive) woman on her living room couch.

Wanda looked like a deer in headlights. You were trying to comprehend if you were more mortified or heartbroken. No one spoke for a long while until the older woman cleared her throat.

“Right, uh I’ll just come back tomorrow or something. Enjoy your night, Wanda.”

With the groceries still in your hand, you turned around and closed the door. You only made it down a few steps before you heard someone calling after you.

“Y/n, wait!”

You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath trying to mask your feelings before you turned around.

“This stuff is a little heavy Wanda; I want to get it back to the car before the bags break.”

She took a few bags from your hands, “Let me help you.”

“You don’t have to; you looked pretty busy in there. Here I was, bringing stuff to cook for you in light of all your failed dates, but it seems like you’re not doing nearly as bad as I thought,” you tried to joke with her.

“Agatha is definitely the best of the dates I've had so far.”

You had to keep yourself from wincing, “Glad to hear it.”

Wanda helped you load the stuff back into the car.

“I’m really sorry about this. If I would’ve known you were coming-"

You shook your head, “It’s fine Wanda, go back to making out with a hot older woman. They don't like to wait for too long. I’ll just text you next time instead of just barging in.”

“I have you a key because you’re always welcome.”

You unhook the key from your key ring and hand it back to her, “I know that, but maybe it’s best if you let me in.”

“Y/n,” she looked at you with confusion.

You smile through the pain, “If you’re going to have women over, it’s not a good look for another woman to be coming in and out of your house whenever. We’re not related and we’re not roommates. There’s not really a reason for me to have access to you like that.”

“I don’t understand,” she looked between you and the key that was now in her hand.

“Usually, a key to your flat would mean I’m your girlfriend. Me coming over to cook for you as another woman who likes women is bad for your stock. It just doesn't feel like something that's easily explained. I would have a bunch of questions if I was in Agatha’s position, especially since you haven't gone back yet,” you hop into your car.

There was a conflicted look on her face, “You’ll stop by tomorrow?”

“I’ve got work, but I'll try to stop by after,” you told her that even though you knew you wouldn't be coming back tomorrow.

“I’ll see later then?” She was searching for something as she surveyed your features.

With what little control you had left, you tried to give her what she was looking for, “Definitely. Now forget about this and go back to your date.”

She looked like she wanted to say more, but with a small glance back at her flat, she walked away. You drove home.

The groceries felt eternally heavier when you were bringing them into your house. You wondered how carrying them upstairs to Wanda’s was even possible.

You hurriedly put the food away, showered, and then got in the bed. When your head hits the pillow, you let out a deep sigh. Your jaw started to tremble on its own.

You let out a bitter laugh as the tears fell down your face. You didn’t bother to wipe them away.  It felt like a part of you was ripped out of your chest.

This was bound to happen eventually. Wanda would move on from Jarvis and your silly fantasy would be crushed. You felt silly crying over a woman that was never yours.

Yet another part of you was screaming at you for feeling silly. You were doing a lot for Wanda. Even if it was all just friendly, sometimes it felt like more. All the dinners, all the cuddling on the couch, all the late-night talks. She was your better half, but she wasn’t your girl. She’d never be your girl.

It was something you had to accept. You didn’t go to work the next day. You rotted in your bed, not having the energy to get up. Scrolling on your phone was the only thing you wanted to do.

Wanda had texted you a few times, but you ignored the messages. Even the thought of her just made your entire chest burn.

You finally got out of bed when you had to pee. You took the opportunity to brush your teeth as well. On the way back to the bed your doorbell started to ring. Not just once either. Whoever was at the door pressed the button over and over again. It was impossible to ignore.

So, with your bed head, red eyes, and mismatched pajamas you yanked the front door open, “Look, I don’t know what you want but could you just go away and try again tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow’s not going to work for me.”

Your head shot up and you felt face heat. Wanda was standing at your front door with her arms crossed over her chest with an eyebrow raised.

“What’re you doing here?”

Your voice had a softness to it that you reserved for the red head in front of you.

She didn’t answer your question. Instead, she let herself into your home. You closed the door behind her. You followed her to your living room. She sat on your couch while you took a seat on a chair diagonal to it.

“I thought you had work today,” she says.

“I decided not to go.”

“I’ve been texting you.”

You shrugged, “Haven’t been on it sorry.”

Wanda stared at you, “I went to your restaurant looking for you.”

You were looking into your lap, “I’m sorry Wanda.”

She got up from the couch to come completely into your line of sight. She kneeled down in front of you, her hands resting on your knees.

“What’s going on with Y/nn?”

The concern in her voice broke you out of your trance. You tried your hardest to feign that you were alright.

“I’m fine. Since you’re here why don't you let me cook something for us?”

You stood from the chair quickly pushing down the rest of your emotions. She watched as you walked over to the kitchen pulling out some of the ingredients you had bought the day before.

“This is for paprikash,” Wanda watched as you began to prepare.

You nod, “Yeah, I got stuff for chicken paprikash, alivenci, and cholent too. The plan was to cook the paprikash and then the alivenci for dessert. I was going to set up the cholent for you before I left so you could have it fresh the next day because it’s got to cook for like 17 hours.”

“You got all of this for me?”

You answered her while chopping up the vegetables, “It was nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. You’re using Hungarian bell peppers, where did you even get those?”

You smiled a bit, “I do own a restaurant, Wanda. If there’s anything I’m an expert in, it’s food. I wanted it to be authentic as possible.”

As you began cooking you felt the weight of the situation lift off of your shoulders. Cooking had always been a stress reliever for you, and it wasn’t any different now. You could feel Wanda’s eyes on you, but you never looked away from the meal.

Only when the chicken was simmering in the pot did she attempt to grab your attention.

“After you came by yesterday, I asked Agatha to leave,” Wanda broke the silence.

You finally look at her, “Why would you do something like that?”

She simply placed a key on the counter, “I couldn't stop thinking about you giving me this key back.”

“Wanda,” you tried to stop her, but she cut you off.

“No, I need you to listen. When you put this key in my hand, it felt like you had handed me a live grenade. I didn’t understand why. It wasn’t until I went back inside, and Agatha asked me how we knew each other that it clicked. You’re my everything.”

“What are you saying?”

She hesitated, “I’m saying I’ve already found my person.”

“Wanda, you’re my best friend.”

She invaded your personal space, grabbing you gently by the wrist, “And you’re mine, but it’s more than that isn’t it? You’re the person I can rely on for anything at any time. You’re the woman that left her restaurant to put me back together when my ex left. You listened to me, you held me, you cooked for me, made sure I had groceries, and that my house was clean. Friends don't do as much as you've done for me.”

You slowly lifted your gaze to meet her’s, “I just know you appreciate acts of service.”

“Y/n if you don’t want this I’ll leave and we can pretend it never happened; but if you do want this, want me, I’m right here laying it all out for you.”

You drop your gaze again, “I cried myself to sleep last night. I thought I'd lost my chance. When I saw you on top of Agatha, something broke inside of me Wanda.  Back in college I had a crush on, but I thought you were straight, so it was easy to keep it down. When you came out to me, it was like I was at square one all over again.”

Wanda shook her head, “It’s not square one because here I am telling you that I’m in love with you. Please give us a chance Y/n.”

You wished the moment was more glamorous as you kissed the woman in front of you. You hadn’t denied her yet and you never planned to. Her hands locked behind your neck while yours rested on her waist.

Your breath was shaky when the kiss ended. Neither of you moved.

“I love you too,” you pecked her lips again.

Wanda blushed, but you were more focused on the way she looked at you. Her eyes were full of nothing but tenderness.

“Would you take the key back?”

You raised your eyebrow, “Why does it feel like you’re asking me for something else?”

She feigned innocence, “I’m not. Unless you think that what you said yesterday about keys is true.”

“Remind me what I said again?”

Her fingers played with the hairs at the base of your neck, “A key to my flat means girlfriend.”

You pretended to think about it, “Girlfriend?”

She nodded, “Girlfriend.”

“I guess I’ll have to get you a key too then,” you said softly.

This time Wanda leaned in for a kiss. It was supposed to be a peck, but you both got lost in that moment. Neither willingly to part with the other just yet. Lips fitting together to create a soft lullaby of security.

You never thought you’d be lucky enough to have Wanda in this way. She was your best friend, your person, and now your girlfriend. It may have taken years, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. Wanda cherished you just as much. She felt like an idiot for not realizing her feelings sooner, but she was just happy to call you, her girl.

And one day, she would be ecstatic to call you, her wife.

[lieslab]

Can we always be this close?

Pairing: Seungmin X gn reader

Summary: A camping trip with your best friend turns into an accidental sleepy love confession.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

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“Kim fucking Seungmin!” 

Every time the words rolled off your lips, it was always met with a snicker, or a chuckle. A round of jubilant laughter cut through the air. Something about screwing around with you and making you angry, he found it amusing. 

Maybe it was the way you stood and pouted with your arms crossed over your chest. A whiny huff and your refusal of eye contact. You spun around and refused to acknowledge him. 

The huffs, puffs, and grumbles. The scowls and glares. You did it because you knew he found it all amusing. You wanted him to find it amusing. You wanted to be seen around Seungmin. To be seen and heard. To be loved is to be known. 

An unexpected friendship found you in the middle of nowhere. You drifted in and out of new phases of your life alone. At least, you did until you found Seungmin. Since then, your friendship rolled into something so much more, in your eyes. 

You’d never admit you wanted to kiss his stupid grinning face. A flaming passion struck his heart every time he looked into the crowds of his supporters. A silent love and never-ending admiration, even if he didn’t always admit it out loud. 

You wanted him to look at you like that. Like you mattered much more to him. Not a friend, but something that stirred a fire in the depth of his stomach. You didn’t want smoke, you desired sparks. Something seen and felt. 

“This is my campfire. How does it look, Stay? Are you proud of me? I did exactly what Minho hyung told me to do and I can’t believe it worked. I should have more faith in him. Look at it.” 

In your distant folding chair, you watched him lean the camera closer to the heightening orange flames. In the night’s darkness, out in the middle of nowhere, the fire became the main source of light. The two of you had been on your camping trip for a few hours now. 

“Should I drop stay into the fire?” He tipped the tripod closer, almost letting the device fall in. At the last moment, he pulled it out with a grin. “Just kidding. I’ll let you live another day, for now.” 

The two of you showed up to the campsite hours ago, wanting to be situated before the sun went down. The company rented the place out, wanting Seungmin content. He promised to give it to them, he just didn’t inform them you’d be with him.

Any footage they ended up with, you’d have to be cut out to avoid being seen. It was supposed to be Seungmin’s solo camping trip, but he didn’t want to be alone. Every time he needed to film, you disappeared from the frame and stayed quiet, letting him film whatever he needed. 

“Do you want to see where I’m sleeping? Come check it out. I hope you’re proud of me, Stay. I worked real hard to put up the tent. It was difficult, but I managed.” He walked to the tent, unzipping it and turning on a lantern. 

A large outstretched air mattress sat big enough for two. You were both planning to bring an air mattress, but at the last moment, Seungmin decided it’d be easier to have one. Less space to take up. Less time spent filling both mattresses and more time enjoying the outdoors. 

The more he droned on about the sleeping experience, your eyes drooped. Tucked beneath your hoodie, the hood covered your eyes. This late, the temperature dipped and left the outdoors far cooler than you imagined. 

Thankfully, your hoodie and the fire helped. Your hands twisted around the longer sleeves and you tucked the fabric around your hands. Your head drifted back against the seat and let his faint words soak your soul. 

The scent of pine-soaked firewood tickled your nose. Flames cracked and whipped with the breeze. Your eyes drooped lower and lower. Today had been a long day. From setting up the tent, collecting fire, and roasting dinner over the fire, the manual labor involved was much more than you were used to. 

When Seungmin finished, he turned off the camera and spun around to face you. “Hey, I’m finished and we can…” He trailed off at your hidden body. “Um… Hello?” 

You didn’t respond. Too exhausted and tired, you were nearly asleep. He called your name and when you didn’t respond, he walked over to your slumped body. The back of your head rested along the back of the chair. Your head tipped to the blackened sky. The sharp angle would cause your neck to ache in the morning. 

He reached out, gently poking what he imagined to be your cheek. Beneath the hood, your head shifted and you whined. He poked your face with a single finger again. “What are you doing?” 

“Sleeping.” 

“Why?” 

“‘Cause ‘m sleepy.” Your words came out mumbled. Half-asleep, you weren’t fully in control of your words. 

“Get up. You wanted to play cards with that boring deck of cards you brought.” 

“I’m tired.” 

“And I’m not.” 

You whined and shifted, trying to get away. “Too late. Play tomorrow. Good night.” 

“You are such a loser.” 

“And you’re a jackass.” 

He reached up and pulled back your hood, so he could see your face. “Big baby.”  He pushed back a piece of messy hair. “Wake up and look at me.” 

“No.”

He grabbed your chin and tipped your head down. “I invited you on this trip out of the kindness of my heart and now you’re being a royal brat. A total pain in my ass. You’re so ungrateful for the things I do for you, sometimes.” His voice came out playful. 

One of his fingers flicked the tip of your nose. You swatted away the pesky hand with a sleepy huff. Groggy eyes opened and the two of you made eye contact. Orange illumination highlighted his eyes and the bridge of his nose. Shadows soaked the eye bags and cupid’s bow. 

“Asshole,” you whispered. 

“Get up, I mean it.” You whined, but he continued. Grabbing your wrists, forcing you to stand, and tugging your stumbling frame to the tent. “You’re going to stay out here all night and get eaten by a wild animal.” 

“Nuh-uh.” 

“I would dare you, but I kind of enjoy the company your dumbass provides me.” 

“You like me?” Your eyes drooped again. “That’s nice. I like you, too. I think I might love you, but I don’t know yet.” 

He stopped in his tracks. Your arm slung around his shoulders and your weight propped against his body. You were trying to keep your balance, but it was a struggle. His head slowly turned to face you. “You might love me?” 

“I don’t know. I just like your face. You’re funny and talented and hot and-” 

“Are you tired, delirious, or drunk?” 

“Yep. Drunk on loooove.” You fluttered your eyelashes a few times and shifted. Your body tipped forward, but before you could fall, he steaded you. 

He sighed, shook his head, and helped you walk further into the tent. The fire continued to crackle and pop behind you. With the tug of the zipper, he lowered both of you to the ground. “You’ve gotta work with me here. If you want to get some sleep, you have to crawl into the tent. The bed is right there.” 

You groaned and let out another few complaints, but you shifted away from his body. On your hands and knees, you climbed over the burlap opening and into the eight person tent. It was way bigger than the two of you needed, but you both liked it that way. You could keep all the essentials tucked away from the weather and you still had plenty of room. 

You were nearly to your bed until a foot grabbed your ankle. You hit the ground with a faint “hmph.” 

“Easy. Calm down. I just need to take off your hiking boots before you trail dirt everywhere. I forgot you had them on.” 

You huffed and let your face lay in the bottom of the tent. You no longer cared about anything other than sleep. His fingers worked quickly, trying to unlace your shoes before you could fall back asleep. 

He pulled and tugged at tight knots. It took longer than expected, but soon he finished slipping your foot out of the dirt-caked shoe. He repeated the process with the other. When he finished, a hand stretched out to your lower back. 

“Hey, come on.” He patted your back a few times. “You can get up and get on the air mattress now. You won’t get it covered in dirt.” 

You hummed, but didn’t move. Face down, you stayed in your spot. When you didn’t move, he reached down and tugged your ankle. “Hello?” 

You didn’t respond. His shoulders slumped and a sigh escaped his mouth. His fingers tugged at his own hiking boots. He placed them beside yours and crawled into the tent to assist you. His hands gripped your hips and he tried to get you up. It didn’t work the way he wanted it to. He wanted to pick you up and take you to the bed, but he couldn’t lift your dead-weighted body. 

“Get up,” he tried again. “Come on. Up.” You didn’t respond. “If you get up, I’ll cuddle you.” 

That was more than enough. You jerked upright and army crawled faster than a marine. One arm in front of the other, you snaked yourself all the way over at the opposite end of the tent. With a grunt, you managed to squirm yourself into the bed. Once complete, you patted the bed. “Come on.” 

His eyes widened and he blinked. It took him a moment to register your actions before he finally crawled over. “Sounds like someone was desperate for my attention. Can’t say I’m surprised. I’m just that great, right?” 

He expected you to get annoyed by his cockiness, but instead, you hummed in agreement. He slipped into the bed with a racing heart. You weren’t the only one that caught feelings. Seungmin realized he had feelings for you a few weeks ago. 

It was when you were in the process of pissing him off. He pushed your buttons too badly and for revenge, you were mocking him in a high-pitched voice. Exaggerated gestures and movements that put a scowl on his face. 

On the outside, he looked annoyed. On the inside, he realized he liked you more than he planned. His heart swelled at your mockery. Mocking, or not, you paid attention to his mannerisms. The way you walked around, pretending to be in your own little world before saying something sarcastic that he’d spew; an annoyance wrapped as endearment. 

Every moment after that, it was different. He asked to hang out more. His heart beat so quickly every time the two of you were next to each other, he grew afraid you’d hear it and tease him. If you could feel his racing heart, you didn’t show it. 

He slipped onto the mattress beside you. You shifted, pulling closer, until you could spoon him. All up in his personal space, you sighed and tucked your head into his chest. Flushed cheeks. A rocketing heart. The need for something more. 

“I love you,” you mumbled. “So much. Don’t ever change.” 

His cheeks darkened again. “You’re an idiot. All over me like some needy kitten wanting attention.” 

“Kittens can be interested in a dog’s scent.” 

“What are you saying?” 

“I bought the same cologne you have because I miss you when you’re on tour,” you mumbled. “I spray it on my pajamas sometimes.” 

“Huh?” 

“Shut up and let me love you.” 

“I think I’m going to have to take you to the doctor in the morning.”

Your head buried further in his chest. With a sigh, your sleepiness dissolved into unconsciousness. Warm and engulfed in the scent of campfire smoke, you let yourself fall asleep. Tucked beneath your best friend. The guy you had a crush on for months. 

A smile quipped up on Seungmin’s face. “I can’t believe you love me. You’re such an idiot, but…” He glanced down at your curled posture. Your fingers sat curled into the fabric of his t-shirt. 

“I didn’t think I wanted love,” he whispered, “but maybe tomorrow I won’t call you my best friend. Tomorrow, maybe I’ll call you mine.”

You might not remember the soft kiss pressed against the top of your temple that night, but he would. 

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Summary: Mattheo gets into another fight with a new guy and when Professor McGonnagal surprisingly do not punishes your boyfriend for it, you discover what she really thinks about your relationships.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: established relationships, protective boyfriend Matty, fights, insults and creepy guys, language, mentions of blood, hints of sex at the end.

Author's note: idk, the summary kinda sucks, but I couldn't think of anything better. basically it's just me being McGonnagal's fan and a simp for Mattheo 😘

Mattheo was sitting with his friends on one of the benches outside the castle. He was partly listening to whatever Blaise was saying about the next Quidditch game, more thinking about you and about the fact that he almost didn’t see you during the day. 

He was completely lost in his thoughts until he heard your name slip out of the new guy’s, Eddie's, mouth. He and another Ravenclaw student were sitting not far away, and Mattheo’s attention was immediately drawn to their conversation.

“Yeah, that girl Y/N, right? I tried to talk to her during the lecture but she acted like a total bitch.” The guy laughed, elbowing his housemate as if he said something funny. Mattheo’s fist tightened, and he tried to hear more to figure out whether they were talking about you or not. 

“Wait, dude.” The other guy chuckled, almost in shock. “You mean that Y/N? Riddle’s girl? You tried to hit on her? Nah, you better drop that shit. It’s like serious between them and all, no one usually bothers her because Riddle goes crazy about it.”

“Don’t care, man. I’ll find a way to get to her. I know she’s gonna be a total freak in bed, I will find a way to fuck her.“

Mattheo just snapped, jumping out of his place in a matter of seconds. Before one of his friends or even Eddie realized what was going on, Mattheo had already dragged him to the floor, punching his face. 

“Wanna repeat what the fuck you just said about her?” He hissed at the guy, making another hit into the jaw. 

“I said that she looked fuckable.” 

It turned into a total mess, with them fighting on the ground and other students staring like it was some kind of show. The crowd got bigger, but Mattheo did not care about it at all; he was too busy with the way his knuckles met that ugly face. 

Only a few minutes later, Blaise, Theo, and Draco dragged Mattheo away, while a few Ravenclaw students restrained Eddie. 

Mattheo was almost uncontrollable, puffing and trying to escape from the firm hands that were holding him in place. 

You heard that your boyfriend got into another fight, but as Luna said, it was something bigger and that he was even more violent today. 

You brushed through the crowd, immediately standing before Mattheo’s eyes to catch his attention. You placed both of your hands on his chest and quickly nodded to his friends to let him go. As soon as he became free, he tried to push forward, almost radiating anger. The fact that Eddie was proudly smiling behind your back did not help the situation. 

“No. Mattheo, stop it. What’s going on?” You felt the way he was breathing, as if he had run a few miles, and it was mostly anger. His face had a few drops of blood; the brow and lip were cut, and you knew that you would have to clean them up later, but now you only wanted him to calm down and speak to you properly. 

“Hey, baby. Remember me?” The voice behind your back made you turn your head around, only now seeing the guy your boyfriend was fighting with. It was a new student from another school who was annoying you during your class and almost got you two in detention. You wanted to slap him so badly for the way he was talking to you, but you knew that the best way to deal with such people was to ignore them. They were always thriving on any type of attention. He looked much worse than Mattheo. Already blossoming bruises under his eye, on the jaw, and blood running out of his nose, and when he gave you that nasty smile, you saw his red teeth too. "C'mon, that’s why you were ignoring me, huh? Voldemort’s son? You could find someone better to fuck.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” You felt how Mattheo moved forward again, but you slightly pushed him back. You lifted one of them to his cheek, caressing it in slow circles. 

“No, you’re not. He's not worth it, Matty. Hey, look at me, please.” You put a slight pressure on his face to distract him and make him set his eyes on you. You had seen him during the fights before, but this time it was different. The way Mattheo’s eyes were completely dark, slightly narrowed, and full of rage, his face expression was so cold and nothing like you got used to. For a moment, you understood why sometimes even his friends preferred not to step in. 

Eddie pissed you off during the previous lesson, where he decided to sit with you, chat, and flirt. You tried to pay as little attention to him as possible, completely uninterested in the jerk with no manners and a big ego. He got to school just a few days ago but you already hated him with your whole heart. 

Though you couldn’t let your boyfriend start the fight again. Eddie was clearly provoking him with that weirdly satisfied grin on his face and rude words, probably so later he could say that the Dark Lord’s son was trying to kill him. 

Mattheo's eyes were ruining between your face and Eddie behind your back, as if he were trying to make a decision. Your fingers didn’t stop moving in slow motion on his jaw and you thought that you felt some tension leaving his body. 

“I hate the way he was talking about you.” He said it roughly, trying to control his body and emotions. Yes, Mattheo’s eyes were full of anger, but there was something deeper. He was hurt. 

“I know, Matty, I know.” You stepped a bit closer to distract your overprotective boyfriend. At that moment, you almost forgot that you were in front of everyone and all the students are going to gossip about your interaction for the next week. “He’s provoking you. He wants to make you the bad guy. Don’t let him do that, please. We should just leave, okay?” You almost whispered, not breaking eye contact.

“Yeah, Matty, listen to your little girlfriend if you don’t want to—”

“Mr. Carmichael!” The loud, stern voice of Professor McGonnagal interrupted whatever he wanted to say and everyone went quiet for a few seconds. “You are not allowed to speak in this tone inside our school. Mr. Carmichael, Mr. Riddle and Ms. Y/L/N, follow me to my office, and everyone else must go back to their classes.”

“But Professor, Y/N didn't do anything wrong!” Mattheo protested, on instinct, placing his hand on your back and stepping closer. 

“I said all three of you should go to my office, Mr. Riddle. Now.” Without another word, she left. Mattheo cursed near you, blaming himself for getting you into trouble, but you gave him a reassuring smile and, interlacing your hands, led him to McGonnagal’s office. 

As soon as you walked in, Mattheo stood, separating you and Eddie so he wouldn’t be able to talk or even look at you. 

“Are any of you willing to tell me what exactly happened there?” McConnagal sat in her chair, observing all of you. You stayed in front of her in silence.

“I punched him because he was saying inappropriate things about Y/N, Professor.” Mattheo briefly looked at you and you slightly squeezed his hand in yours in return. You saw how McGonnagal looked at your hands but you did not pull away, willing to show your boyfriend that you weren’t mad or blaming him. 

“Is that so?” She looked at you. 

“I wasn’t there when the fight started, but Eddie was bothering me earlier during the lessons. He made a few comments about me, even though I asked him to leave me alone, so I assume that it might’ve been the reason for Mattheo to do it.” 

“Liar.” 

“Mr. Carmichael, you are not in the position to talk back right now. That is quite impressive that you were able to get into the fight without even being here for weak. You are getting a detention, plus you’ll help Professor Snape after tomorrow's lesson. He’ll be happy to deal with you, I’m sure. Also, 20 points from Ravenclaw.” McGonnagal ignored his dramatic groan, now looking at Mattheo. Judging by the tension in his body, he was ready for the worst. “What about you, Mr. Riddle…” She briefly looked at you, and you didn’t really understand what it meant. “This time, I’m only giving you a warning: in Hogwarts, we do not support any kind of violence. You may be free.” 

“That’s unfair! I’m covered in blood because of him. Are you really not going to punish the Dark Lord’s son? He could’ve killed me!” 

“One more word and I’m taking away more points. You both are free, but you, Ms. Y/L/N, please stay for a few minutes.” 

“But she— Professor, please don’t do this.” Mattheo stepped closer to her desk and you thought that he sounded as if he had suddenly panicked. It was strange. 

“Hey, Mattheo, don’t worry about me. I promise, it’s okay.” You pulled him back, curiously looking at his weird behaviour. “Just wait for me outside, please. It won’t be long.” He stared at you for a moment, but then kissed you on the cheek and went out of the room. 

“It’s truly magical to see the kind of love you two share, my dear.” McGonnagal softly laughed and you felt the heat on your cheeks. “Come sit here, please.” McGonnagal pointed to the chair in front of her desk. 

“What did you want to talk about, professor?” 

“Well, I know that this is not my place to interfere, but I wanted to say that you and Mr. Riddle share something really rare and special. And while I do not support his physical way of dealing with problems, I know that he deeply cares about you, darling, and this is how he expresses it.” It was weird to hear such words from someone else. You always respected Professor McGonnagal and the fact that she said that made your heart fill with even more love. 

“Was it the reason why you didn’t punish him for the fight?” She nodded. 

“Mattheo is a really smart boy with a kind heart and a good chance to have a really successful and wonderful life. The only thing that may ruin it is his family; I'm sure you understand that.” McGonnagal looked at you with a soft smile on her lips. “I see the way you affect him. How he became less distant during the lessons, started smiling more, and that you two are always connected no matter what. Everyone noticed it, even us professors. You may be the only bright thing in his life, my dear; that’s why I want you to ask to be there and not let him slip into the darkness. I just know that such love is so pure and strong and I hope it’ll live as long as the world exists.”

“Um– thank you, professor. I don’t even have enough words to express myself, but I appreciate your support. I’ll do everything in my power to save it.” You suddenly felt extremely emotional after this talk, and the only thing that you wanted to do right now was to be in your boyfriend’s arms. 

“Now go. He's probably losing his mind because of you being there for so long. 

Mattheo did wait for you near McGonnagal’s office and when you walked out of there with slightly glossy eyes and a soft smile, his facial expression changed into something sad and cold, which you did not quite understand. As usual, after his fights, you went into his dorm, but the walk there was weirdly quiet. 

When you walked into his dorm and then to the bathroom, where you usually cleaned his wounds, he just followed you, hopping onto the counter near the sink and waiting while you prepared the first aid kit.

“Are you okay?” You stepped in between his legs, holding his face with your left hand and the wet towel in the other. You wiped the dried blood and then applied salve. “You’re acting kind of weird.”

He stayed silent for a few seconds, as if he were considering his words. “Are you going to break up with me? If so, then just say it right away and don’t torture me. I fucking hate it.” His eyes were locked on your necklace with the letter R, while your hand froze in the air in shock. 

“Wh– Matty, what are you talking about?!” He finally looked up, meeting with your eyes, and you understood that he was trying to be casual and careless about it, but in fact he looked hurt.

“Isn’t it why McGonnagal asked you to stay? To say that I’m bad for you or something.”

“This is why you didn’t want to leave me there? I saw the way you looked at me… Oh, baby, no, I’m not going to break up with you.” You gently cupped his cheeks; now the tension had partly left Mattheo’s body and he finally put his hands on your waist. “In fact, McGonnagal told me quite the opposite.” Your fingers gently rubbed a bruise on his jaw while he looked at you in disbelief. 

“What do you mean?” Mattheo slightly frowned. His hands unconsciously tightened around you, causing you to step even closer to him. 

"Well, she said that you are really smart and that you have a lot of opportunities in the future if you’ll make the right decisions. She told me that you need someone like me to be here for you… and that what we have is really pure and magical.” You almost whispered the last part. The silence in the bathroom became almost too heavy, and the way Mattheo was looking made your stomach tighten with a weird feeling. 

“I thought she hated me.” 

You shook your head. “There’s no reason for her to hate you, Matty. You are not your family. You can live your life how you want to, without any burden or darkness, and I’ll be here for you. Always.” Mattheo’s hand reached for your face, slowly touching your skin. He looked almost mesmerized by you—those pretty brown eyes soft with so much love and feelings for you. 

“Merlin, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He drew you closer, your foreheads touching in an intimate gesture. “I love you so fucking much. You’re my everything, Y/N. I know that it might be hard dealing with me, but I’m trying. For you. And I’m sorry for today. I just cannot let anyone disrespect or hurt you, my love.” 

“That’s okay. I’m not mad. Just don’t want you to get hurt too. I love you, Matty. No matter what.” You smiled, closing your eyes, and finally properly kissed him. It was slow and delicate and it felt as if that moment was so significant for your relationship. You were always sure of your’s and Mattheo’s love, but right now it has become serious on another lever. And both of you could not be more happy. 

Mattheo kissed you passionately, pulling you in close and sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth, burying your hands into the messy curls and scratching the scalp. “I hate to say it, but you actually look kind of hot when you’re fighting…”

“Fuck, baby. Let’s stay here for the rest of the day and skip the classes. I want you so fucking bad.” He groaned, lowering his mouth to your neck.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mattheo Riddle?” You pushed him away, slightly pulling his hair to enjoy those glossy dark eyes and swollen lips. 

“What if I say yes?” Mattheo’s hand slipped under your skirt, teasingly stroking your thigh. 

“Then I'll let you do it.” 

[seraphimapaxley]

Scenario #2

Where Reader fell first,but Jinwoo fell harder.

Scenario:Reader is reincarnated into Solo leveling and has been with Jinwoo.Having her feelings being kept to herself,but not knowing him to already fall back.

"She Fell First, But He Fell Harder"

Y/n had always been drawn to Jin-Woo.

From the moment they met, something in her heart pulled toward him—not just because of his strength or presence, but because of something deeper. Something she couldn’t explain. Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was the remnants of the life she once lived.

After all, she wasn’t originally from this world.

Reincarnated into a place of monsters and magic, Y/n carried memories no one else did. She understood things others couldn’t begin to comprehend. And despite the chaos around her, Jin-Woo became the one constant she felt anchored to.

She admired him. The way he never backed down, the quiet weight he carried, the fire in his eyes. She teased him, challenged him, stood by his side even when he never asked her to.

She never said it out loud, but it was obvious.

Y/n fell first.

She was the one who watched him when he wasn’t looking, the one whose breath caught when their hands brushed, the one who silently wished he’d see her as more than just a comrade, more than a friend.

But she knew he wasn’t meant for her.

He was destined for someone else,Cha Hae-In.

The story had already been written. And Y/n, with all her memories and knowledge, knew better than to get in the way of fate.

So she kept her feelings buried deep. Never asked for more. Never wanted to be the reason he strayed from a path that wasn’t hers to walk.

She told herself it was enough. That protecting him, fighting beside him, was enough.

Then somewhere along the way, Jin-Woo fell too.But unlike her, he didn’t just fall.

He plummeted.

At first, he didn’t realize it. Didn’t notice when his eyes would search for her in every room. When her laughter became the sound he wanted to hear most. When her presence started to feel like something he couldn’t go without.

Until one day, she was hurt.

Not just a scratch. Not something she could brush off with a grin. She was bleeding, barely standing, still pushing forward as if her life wasn’t slipping through her fingers.

And something inside Jin-Woo cracked.

That was when he knew.

It wasn’t just admiration. It wasn’t just friendship.It was something fierce. Something real. Something terrifying in its depth.

He had spent so long keeping his distance. Told himself love wasn’t for someone like him not when the world demanded his strength. Not when someone else was meant to stand beside him.

But now, watching her broken and bleeding, still trying to smile, he understood.

He couldn’t live in a world without her.

And though he didn’t say it out loud, he made a silent vow in that moment.

He would do everything for her.

Whatever fate had written, whatever the world expected he would protect her, choose her, love her in every way he could.

She had fallen first.

But he fell harder.

And this time, he wouldn’t let go.

[tokoyan]

- Love encounters

Pairing: Baku x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 936

a/n: this is my first time actually publishing a fic on tumblr so dont judge a book by its cover! (jk 😭) but still this a very cute fic that had me giggeling while writing this. if you want a part 2 just say it!

pt1 // pt2

Baku was tasked by his father to quickly pick up a few grocery items on his way home from school, so that’s exactly what he did. He stopped by a small grocery store near his house and walked inside. As the sliding doors opened, a cool breeze hit him. He stepped in confidently, strolling through the store while humming a tune, scanning the aisles for the items he was told to get.

But then he turned into one of the aisles—and that’s when he saw her. Probably the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on.

You were just grabbing a light snack before meeting up with your friends when you felt someone’s gaze on you from the corner of your eye. Turning to confirm your suspicion, you saw a black-haired boy looking at you with a hint of awe on his face. As he noticed you staring back at him, clearly confused, he quickly composed himself.

“…Are you looking for something?” you asked, stepping aside, assuming you were blocking his way.

“N-no, no, it’s nothing,” he said, trying to flash a confident smile. Then, walking toward you in a smug kind of way, he dropped a pickup line—one of those cheesy ones.

“Are you a star? Because that beauty is out of this world,” he said with a proud grin.

You couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious, but it was so corny that you let out a soft laugh. He probably thought you were laughing because of the pickup line.

“What are you trying to do?” you asked, still a bit confused, though now with a grin.

“Oh, I just… wanted to tell you you’re beautiful.” (Was I always this awkward? Damn, I swear I’m usually cool around girls…) he thought to himself.

“You could’ve just said that from the start.”

“You’re… right,” he said, giving you a sheepish grin.

That was the first day we met. Not long after, Baku started visiting that exact store more often—clearly hoping to bump into me again. It worked. Within a month or so, we started dating.

---

We were on a basketball court, just goofing around with Baku and Gotak, taking turns trying to score. Every time I got the ball, Baku became my number one fan, cheering me on and hyping me up—even though the whole point of our silly game was to take the ball from each other. Gotak mostly rolled his eyes at Baku’s behavior, but he let it slide. He had always known that when Baku eventually got into a relationship, he’d be a full-blown lover boy. It was just in his nature—too obvious to ignore.

After a few rounds, I was exhausted from all the running and jumping, so we decided to take a short break. I sat down on the bench, and Baku followed right after. He sat beside me and confidently placed an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

“You’re like a blossoming flower radiating in the dark,” he said, grinning down at me.

“What the hell are you even saying?” I laughed.

“I’m just trying to charm m’lady,” he said playfully, then gave me a firm kiss on the forehead—followed by a few more pecks across my face.

“Hey, Baku!” I giggled, lightly slapping his arm as he kept doing it.

Gotak was sitting on the court with a water bottle in hand, watching our little moment. Baku caught his gaze and suddenly shouted, “Jealous?”

“Fuck off, Baku,” Gotak replied jokingly, rolling his eyes and pulling out his phone.

“He’s totally jealous,” Baku whispered, looking back at me.

“Or maybe you’re just being too affectionate.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“It is, but… it’s like you’re trying to show off our relationship and remind him he’s single.”

“Let him be single—I don’t care,” he shrugged. “All I want is to be right beside my queen.”

“Oh, whatever,��� I said, laughing again.

He truly was an amazing boyfriend.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny Fenton is Chip Skylark

Normally, I don't like doing multiple crossovers. I prefer to stick to just DC and DP. That being said, I have always loved the HC that Danny Fenton grows up to be Chip Skylark because it is the same creator and art style, so this is going to be an exception.

Bruce never understood the way people became obsessed with celebrities. He never experienced the whole "crush on the celebrity" or the urge to follow whatever scandal a celebrity was involved in (as long as no crime was committed).

If he liked an actor, it was because their moves and TV shows were good. Their acting had a range of roles that were well done. If he followed a singer or a band, it was because their music was something he enjoyed listening to. If he had a favorite sports player, they were terrific athletes who won competitions.

It was never because he thought them attractive or that he was burning with the need to know who they were dating. He didn't need to see every detail of their lives because he honestly didn't care if this singer was seen buying donuts on a random Saturday with an unknown man or if an athlete was seen buying from a discount bin.

It always made him uncomfortable how fans thought they had a right to a celebrities time. Running up and demanding autographs, taking videos or photos without consent and the worst of all, sending death threats to anyone they believe was stealing thier celebrity away.

He often heard people say that famous people knew what happened when you became famous, but that just sounded like an excuse not to treat another human being like a human being—at least to him.

The whole "they belong to the public now" was just....ugh.

Alfred was the same way. He got excited to meet someone famous from the theater but wasn't one to watch talk shows and sandals. Wasn't one to pin posters to walls or get offended when someone famous acted like a normal person.

Then Dick came to live at the manor, and although it confused him, Bruce let Dick get excited over a celebrity singer. Bought all the posters, signed CDs, met and greets, front row seats, and backstage passes if it made Dick happy.

Jason was the same with Broadway stars, gasping and babbling whenever someone he adored appeared on TV. Tim nearly fainted when he met that one famous skateboarder, framing the used napkin he had the man sign.

Steph adored that one Boxer, constantly babbling fun facts about the man that had nothing to do with boxing. Why would Bruce care what elementary school he went to? But he listened anyway.

Cass had dancers she went star-eyed for. There was that phase where she styled her hair the same way as her idol from Paris Oprea Ballet despite the fact that the style was only during nonperforming hours. Bruce had to special order the endorsed hair bands with a blue star of said Dancer.

Duke had an actor whom he never missed a single moive or show for. Even if the TV show she stared in flop from the terrible writing, the boy forced himself to sit through every minute if only because she appeared. He had a collection of DVDs long before moving in with Bruce and when Bruce took him to a special release night of her latest work, Duke had actually bursted into tears when they played her thank you for watching viedo before the movie started.

Really. Caring so much about people they didn't even know made no sense. He would understand if it was a fictional character, like the Grey Ghost because the character is and was just what that particular media presented. But real people? It was a real head-scratcher.

He assumed Damian would be the same as him. After all, Bruce knew his father, and his father's father had the same view of celebrities.

He was wrong.

"It's Chip Skylar!" His son screams at the top of his lungs when Danny's picture appears on the screen. His old college friend had contacted him asking if it was possible to have some special protection at his next concert.

Apparently, at the last one, he was kidnapped by some crazy fan and held hostage with a kid she babysat.

Seeing as Bruce and Danny often collaborated on tech for Batman (Before Danny got his big singing break, he was one of Gotham U's top engineering majors), Bruce saw no reason not to step in and offer help, especially if it turned out his kidnapping was due to magic, like Danny suspected.

He may not run around as Phantom anymore, but Danny had seen his fair share of magic users and magical creatures. That was the only explanation for how a tree had just appeared in the middle of the road and caused him to crash right in front of her house. She wasn't the cause of the magic, that much he was able to figure out when she chained him up, but it made Danny uneasy.

He was worried that the magic users would try again, and much like Superman, he had little to no defense against it.

"We're going to guard Chip Skylar!? " Damian hyperventilates, practically vibrating in his seat from excitement. "I get to meet Chip Skylar!?"

"You're a fan of his?" Bruce asks, slightly surprised, only to notice the same excitement on his children's faces.

"Ugh, duh. He's only like one of the most talented artists ever!" Steph gasped, pressing her hands over her mouth. "He once stopped to let a black cat, and every animal shelter in the state had their black cats adopted within a week!"

"I started flossing more regularly because of his Shinny Teeth song," Duke admits. "I couldn't get enough of that commercial."

Dick pulled out his phone, tapping rapidly. "I got to tell Wally. He will be so jealous I get to guard Chip Skylark!"

Bruce stared at all of them, wondering how even Jason and Cass seemed to be losing their minds over the same guy he once caught trying to drink three gallons of milk because, and he quotes, "It makes my bones go brrrrrrr"

"Danny is an amazing singer but-"

"Danny?" Tim snaps his eyes towards Bruce so fast, it took every ounce of his training not to flinch."How do you know Chip Skylark's birth name? Only the most dedicated fans know his non-stage name."

Bruce shrugs. "You all know how I feel about famous people. I'm not that dedicated of a fan but I happen to be friends with Danny. I can ask him to met you if you want-"

"YOU PERSONALLY KNOW CHIP SKYLARK, AND YOU DARED TO GIFT ME ART SUPPLIES FOR MY BIRTHDAY!? FATHER HOW COULD YOU!" Damian screeched, slamming his hands on the conference table as his siblings broke into an uproar.

Bruce honestly can never understand this.