#now try to guess who’s who 🤭

[cuteniarose]

“I’m Intense Hyperfixation People Bully Me For”

“I’m Near Zero Social Skills and Lack of Empathy”

“And I’m Punished For Fair Questioning of Rules”

THE AUTISM SIBLINGS

(imagine that last part with the fire text used in this meme format, I’m too lazy to actually go make it)

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

I finally own a Tomorrow by Together album! Can you guess which version of Tomorrow I went for? :3

[tsunomenom]

2 hands | op81 smau

♡ summary: where you try to soft launch your boyfriend but your fans link you to the wrong papaya boy

♡ pairing: oscar piastri x singer!reader

♡ warnings: use of yn, some implied suggestive comments

♡ faceclaim: tate mcrae

masterlist

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yourusername 2 HANDS SONG & VID OUT NOW 🏎️🌟🏆

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user21 EATS EATS EATS

user33 POP PRINCESS YN DROPS ANOTHER BANGER‼️

user921 WILD

oliviarodrigo HAWT 🤭

yourusername 😍😍

user13 orange is her color guys 🤭🤭

yourusername it’s papaya 😉🧡

user541 yourusername STFU

user302 WE SAW THAT MCLAREN GIRL STOP WITH THE HINTS 🥲🥲

user921 she stays cryptic i’m so tired 😭

landonorris ate 👏👏 ♥︎ by author

user209 i see u 👀

user412 giving… boyfriend?

user307 NOT SLICK MF

user100 SHE WANTS UR 2 HANDS

user312 OKAY THEY NOT SLICK AT ALL WE ALL KNOW THATS landonorris IN SLIDE 2 😭😭

user44 HONESTLY 😭

sabrinacarpenter you don’t know how to not make a bop 😩😩

yourusername PLEASE COMING FROM YOUUU 🥲🤭🤭

user312 idc who she’s dating (cough lando norris cough) whoever it is wildling cause what do you mean YOU LOOK GOOD ON TOP OF ME 😭

user031 FREAKYYY

user991 she went to the same school of ovulation songs sabrina and taylor did

alexandrasaintmleux i haven’t stopped streaming since it dropped beautiful 😍😍

yourusername I LOVE YOU STAWP

user621 THAT VIDEO WAS HAWWWWT LIKE OMFG 😭

—— twitter

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user341 they’ll make a power couple tbfh 😩

user031 TWO HOT PEOPLE (allegedly) DATING 😍🤭

user145 I LOVE WHEN HOT PEOPLE DATE OTHER HOT PEOPLE ‼️

user773 HONESTLY 😭

user981 they’re my celebrity crushes i can’t handle this (allegedly)

~~~

user044 CAUSE HONESTLY THAT TIKTOK CONVINCED ME-

user992 NO SAME

user312 not to play devils advocate but lando really is the only papaya driver who has that kinda merch 🤷‍♀️

user210 confused but continue

user312 user210 just saying she could be dating like oscar or pato just cause it’s lando’s car doesn’t mean it’s lando

user210 user312 back to bed grandma (also f1 literally commented on the og tiktok referencing lando…)

user087 she wasn’t slick with that video especially not after liking the f1 comment 😭

user127 WHAT COMMENT?

user087 user127 f1’s official tiktok commented on the tiktok referenced here “this might be lando norris 😳”

user127 user087 YOURE KIDDING

user787 this was honestly THE proof for me like it sealed the deal for me.

user991 i was convinced theyre dating after this too 😭

~~~

user912 GIRL IS OBSESSED 😭

user012 he’s got her down bad and i love the content 😭😭

user132 ITS SOOO GOOD THOUGHHH 😭😭😭😭😭

user778 NO FR FR SHE ATE

user341 SHES DOWN BAD AND IT SHOWWWS 😩

user003 i’m obsessed (but not convinced she’s dating lando 😬)

user778 OH?? whyyyyyy?

user003 user778 just the vibe also her soft launch has had an underlying aussie theme i feel 🤷‍♀️

user334 user003 back to bed grandma it’s ynlando endgame 😩

~~~

user922 is this a safe place?

user176 … i guess?

user992 don’t think yn is dating lando.

user176 nvm not a safe space.

user076 I AM EATING UP EVERY BREADCRUMB SHE DROPS TILL WE GET THE YNLANDO HARD LAUNCH 😭😭😭

user199 i’m obsessed with this and the new album is def papaya coded 😭😭😭

user990 THERE WAS A WHOLE ASS MCLAREN IN HER MV LIKE WTF 😩

user954 SHES NOT SLICK AT ALL

user103 i can’t get over her obvious easter eggs that lead straight to lando 😭😭😭

user031 left field here she’s dating pato ☺️

user176 this is actually hilarious as shit 😭😭

user988 BYE PATOOOO 😭😭😭

—— messages between yn & oscar

—— instagram

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Happy.

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user072 his caption would be that on a soft launch 😭

user871 he’s a man of few words

user880 OMG A SOFT LAUNCH 😭🥲

hattiepiastri i’m appalled on behalf of your girlfriend. that caption has no enthusiasm

oscarpiastri I’ll have you know i was actually very happy writing that.

hattiepiastri YOURE BEYOND HELP 😭😭

user701 AWW HIM AND LANDO BOTH HAVE GFS 😍

user299 who is lando’s gf?

user701 user299 yourusername

user976 user701 ALLEGEDLY ☝️

user232 THIS IS ADORABLE

landonorris i did not approve that caption when i helped you make this post.

user189 BYE HE ASKED LANDO FOR HELP 😭

alex_albon damn just expose him like that 💀

oscarpiastri I asked for your help in confidence…

rileywhittall disrespecting my wife with that caption is wild 🤧

lilymhe no honestly he needs more enthusiasm when posting about her 😓😓

oscarpiastri logansargeant alex_albon They’re bullying me.

user876 so lando’s dating yn ln and oscar is soft launching what world are we living in 😭

user109 you’re living in delusion cause when has ANYONE confirmed yn and lando

user716 THIS IS CUTE THOUGH GUYS 😭😭

user776 NO FR LIKE I LOOVE

user614 i’m obsessed with this stoppp 😭🤧🤧

user031 cutest soft launch i’ve ever seen 😩

user845 yn in the likes…

user103 supporting her man’s teammate’s soft launch 😍

user845 user103 or hear me out just supporting her man 😍

user103 user845 nope.

user143 the girl looks like yn…

user034 except she’s dating lando 😍😍

user778 user034 ALLEGEDLY

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f1wags SPOTTED Lando Norris and model, Magui Corceiro, recently in Monaco. Rumors of Lando and YN LN have been spreading recently but has this development squashed those?

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user781 that’s crazy…

user091 oh- so yn’s not dating lando…

user845 I WILL BE ACCEPTING APOLOGIES

user097 BUT WHO IS SHE DATING

user199 user097 HEAR ME OUT… OSCAHHH

user188 so ynoscar girlies is it our time??

user976 YESSSS ynoscar

user009 lando and magui make more since than lando and yn

user755 true true

user129 WAIT SO 2 HANDS IS ABOUT OSCAR 😭

user087 still allegedly ☝️

user631 STOPP THE OVULATION BOP IS ABOUT THE POLITE CAT OSCAR PIASTRI 😭😭😭

user917 still in shock from loosing ynlando like that 🤧🤧

user900 mourning a relationship that never existed is CRAZYYYY

user930 they look good together 😭

user021 actually obsessed with them

user487 lando hard launched so people would stop shipping him with his teammates gf 😂😂

user079 NO FR 💀

—— yourusername instagram story

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sabrinacarpenter ANOTHER BANGER?

➥ yourusername 👀👀👀

➥ sabrinacarpenter STOPP

user087 OMG OMG OMG

user916 YESSS A NEW SONG‼️‼️

lilymhe i just screamed ngl 🥲🥲

➥ yourusername BYE ILY 😭

user009 ANOTHER BANGER ANOTHER BANGER

oliviarodrigo is this THE one 👀

➥ yourusername maaybeee 🤭

user991 AHHHHHHHHH

user021 A SONG ABOUT OSCARR?

alexandrasaintmleux SHUT UP 🤧

➥ yourusername eeeeeeeeek

—— instagram

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yourusername SPORTS CAR mv and song out now!!!!! this video was a dream come true! thank you to everyone who made it possible and a special shoutout to the muse for the song ;) oscarpiastri

hope you guys enjoy it. love youuuuu <3

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user920 HARD LAUNCH I REPEAT HARD LAUNCH

user801 YNOSCAR GIRLIES WONNNNNNNNNN 😍😍😍

user167 ITS GIVING BRITNEEEEY

spotify gonna rent a sports car so we can play sports car in a sports car

ynhq Pop star. ♥︎ by author

user910 REAL

user192 100%

user676 POP PRINCESSSSS

user921 ATE ONCE AGAIN

user003 HARD LAUNCH OF THE CENTURYYYYYYYYYYY

landonorris i couldve gone my whole life without seeing these lyrics ☺️

yourusername whoops ☺️

landonorris yourusername no apology?

yourusername landonorris nope 👍

user039 OVULATION SONG 🔥🔥

user107 POP DIVA YN DEVOURS ONCE AGAIN

lilymhe I LOVE THIS SO MUCH DIVAAA

yourusername MWAH 🤭

applemusic 👑🏎️

user103 ACTUALLY ATE AND POP PRINCESS WILL EAT UP THE PADDOCK 😍😍😍

user309 YESS F1 WAG YN IS GONNA DEVOUUUURR

hattiepiastri you’re literally perfect 🤧🤧🤧

yourusername stfu you’re perfect 😭 literally my favorite piastri‼️

oscarpiastri yourusername Rude.

user937 YES.

user776 i wanna apologize for ever thinking she was dating lando cause i can’t wait to watch her unhingeness mesh with oscar’s nonchalant ass 😍

oscarpiastri 🧡

yourusername you got a sports car?? 😏 ♥︎ by oscarpiastri

user003 yourusername have i got good news for you

alexandrasaintmleux actually obsessed!! ♥︎ by author

user921 OSCAR PIASTRI I WAS NOT FAMILIAR WITH YOUR GAME

user209 SHOCKED TBH

user129 THE POLITE CAT PULLED 😍 ♥︎ by author

oscarpiastri You’re so incredibly talented and I am immensely proud of you! Grateful to be called your boyfriend and your muse. I love you 🧡

user031 i’m tearing up stop 🤧

hattiepiastri 👏👏👏

user995 this is too much 😭

yourusername IM SOBBING ENOUGHHHH 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧 i love you sm osco. best muse ever 🧡

[sharlsworld]

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ opposites attract — 𝐎𝐏𝟖𝟏 ❁

( 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂 𝗑 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ）

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗄，𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋

✫ my first oscar smau in honor of the australian gp 🥹

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yn me when the waiter said they don’t offer shirley temples

francolapinto i like shirley temples too…i can make you a shirley temple

⤷ yn i think i’m too young for you

⤷ francolapinto aren’t you 21?

⤷ yn yeah i thought you liked 31 year olds??

⤷ francolapinto OH umm….

⤷ alex_albon Damn she clocked you

⤷ francolapinto OH WHO IS YOU 😒

arthur_leclerc biggie

⤷ charles_leclerc Don’t be rude Arthur

⤷ yn yeah arthur ur just mad i didn’t bring any food back for you fattie

⤷ arthur_leclerc oh so i get growled at for calling her biggie but she doesn’t for calling me fattie?

⤷ charles_leclerc No you’re older you should know better

⤷ arthur_leclerc i can never win 💔

alexandrasaintmleux my favorite date 🥰🥰

⤷ yn my favorite sugar mama 🙂‍↕️

lilymhe How does one look so pretty whilst doing the most normal things?

leclerc_pascale My beautiful baby girl 😍🥰🥰

⤷ yn love u maman 🩷🩷

lando when are you gonna stop stealing your brothers girlfriend and get your own boyfriend?

⤷ yn whenever i want butt muncher. not like anyone lives up to my standards anyways

⤷ lando i might know someone

⤷ carlossainz55 No

⤷ yn and who would that be

⤷ charles_leclerc stop trying to get my little baby sister to date your gross friends lando

alex_albon why are your last 7 posts pictures of you eating

⤷ yn what is it a crime to enjoy good food now or what??? GOSH JUST SAY YOU HATE ME AND YOU THINK IM UGLY AND WANT ME TO DIE

oscarpiastri I love shirley temples

⤷ arthur_leclerc 🤨 whaddomeanbythat

⤷ oscarpiastri What is it a crime to express my love for shirley temples now or what?

⤷ nicolepiastri I’ve never seen you drink a shirley temple in your entire life

⤷ oscarpiastri Mommmmmmm

⤷ georgerussell63 Shhhhhh little Oscar is finally shooting his shot

⤷ alex_albon With his auntie?

⤷ georgerussell63 Not now Alex go have Lily read to you or something

🝮

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yn went to milan for pasta, and to support charles ig, mostly lewis…but not really…i miss carlos. sorry not sorry CHARLOS4LIFE

georgerussell63 Ooh girl you’re radiating black cat energy

⤷ alex_albon I was bouta say

alexandrasaintmleux My babyyy 🥰🥰❤️

⤷ yn my sissy 🥹🩷

carlossainz55 My ride or die 🤞🏽🤞🏽

⤷ yn they could never make me hate you carlos sainz 💙💙 i’m williams’ number 1 fan now

⤷ williamsracing @scuderiaferrari got your girl 🤣

⤷ scuderiaferrari awh HELL NAHH

oscarpiastri Did you get your shirley temple this time?

⤷ yn indeed i did

⤷ oscarpiastri And how was it

⤷ yn i guess it was alright, it could be better

⤷ oscarpiastri I could make you a better one next week in Australia if you like

⤷ charles_leclerc Wait a damn minute

nicolepiastri You beautiful girl

⤷ yn thank you mama piastri 🥰🥰

⤷ pierregasly YOO IS BUG FINALLY GONNA GET HER FIRST BOYFRIEND???

⤷ yn ho did you just…

⤷ pierregasly I apologize but this is so exciting

francisca.cgomes Ooh lala 😍😍😍

lilymhe I miss you queen I’ve actually been having conversations with Alex to pass by time 💔

⤷ alex_albon Oh thats great to hear 🥲

danielricciardo I just know you fcked some pasta UPPPP

⤷ yn yardy know it dan

lewishamilton Thank you?

⤷ yn you’re welcome dafuq

hattiepiastri face card is insane

⤷ yn oh stop it you 🤭

⤷ pierregasly YOOO BUG GOT THE WHOLE FAMILY HYPING HER UP

⤷ yn pierre…

⤷ pierregasly Once again, I apologize I’m just so invested in this I actually can’t help it

charles_leclerc I’m kinda hurt Leo got to go but I had to stay at the hotel…

⤷ yn i didn’t want to turn into the third wheel

⤷ charles_leclerc yeah right i turn into the third wheel whenever you and alex are together

arthur_leclerc the B in bug stands for biggie

⤷ yn i just watched you pound back 5 chocolate croissants in 3 minutes fattass 🤣🤣🤣 try eating a salad for once double wide

⤷ alex_albon DAMNNN SHE CLOCKED YOU TOO

⤷ oscarpiastri No one humbles you like your own sister

⤷ arthur_leclerc oh who is you 😒

⤷ yn shut up porky go scarf down a hamburger or something butterball

⤷ alex_albon clockedddd

⤷ pierregasly Defending Oscar????? Omg I love this so much please please please never stop 🙏🏽

🝮

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yn i’m here australia

pierregasly Everyone shut up my show is on

maxverstappen1 This early? 👀

⤷ yn boi why you stirring the pot 🤨

mclaren papaya on top 🧡

⤷ yn fosho 🧡

arthur_leclerc Put the food away lil bro

⤷ yn eating all this food AND not working out AND i’m STILL skinner than you 🤣🤣 try harder you fuckin loser 🤕

⤷ alex_albon DAMNNNM ik arthur HATES to see bug coming ⏰😭

mercedesamgf1 Pretty gal 🤩🤩🖤

⤷ yn 🖤🙂‍↕️

alexandrasaintmleux And who took this picture cause I know it wasn’t me 🫣

⤷ yn you’re supposed to be on my side

williamsracing 😍😍

⤷ yn 😘😘💙

charles_leclerc Hey why are you there before me??? What are you up to 🤨🤨

charles_leclerc I better not see any pictures or videos of you with a certain aussie on tik tok

lando i spy papaya. and who drives a papaya car? oscar piastri. and where is oscar piastri from? australia. and where are you? australia. THEY’RE DATING GUYS I CRACKED THE CODE!!

⤷ yn onto something or on something??

scuderiaferrari OUR girl 🥰😍😍

⤷ yn 🫣❤️❤️

oscarpiastri Care to join me for a shirley temple later tonight?? :)

⤷ yn sounds lovely ;)

⤷ pierregasly YOOOOOOOO :’)

⤷ charles_leclerc WOAH WOAH WOAH OSCAR THAT IS YOUR AUNTIE YOU SICKO

⤷ alex_albon HELL YEAH OSCAR SHOOT YOUR SHOT BRO

⤷ danielricciardo Oscar gettin rizzyyyyy

⤷ lando that’s my boy 🥲 they grow up so fast

f1 collecting f1 teams like infinity stones

🝮

yn

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yn what a view

pierregasly YOOOOOOOOOOOOO

arthur_leclerc who dis r

leclerc_pascale So cute mon amour 🥰

⤷ nicolepiastri It was so nice meeting your daughter Pascale! She’s just a ray of sunshine, I’ve never seen Oscar smile so much 😂

⤷ leclerc_pascale Thank you Nicole! Your son is the sweetest he’s been treating y/n so well while she’s been in Australia she’s loving it so much over there it’s gonna be hard to get her back home 😂😂 we’ll have to meet up soon!

⤷ nicolepiastri Yes we’ll have to go to lunch with the kids so we can embarrass them with their childhood stories and pictures LOL! 😂

⤷ pierregasly No one knows what this means to me fr

⤷ charles_leclerc YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS MAMAN???? YOU KEPT THIS FROM ME??

⤷ leclerc_pascale Let your sister be happy Charles and be glad she’s talking to a kind man who treats her well instead of one who is mean to her.

⤷ charles_leclerc Wait you lowk right

⤷ charles_leclerc Wait sorry I forgot I was talking to my mother

pierregasly kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!

⤷ francisca.gomes kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!

⤷ carmenmmundt kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!

⤷ georgerussell63 kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!

⤷ alex_albon kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!

⤷ lilymhe kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!

⤷ charlotte2304 kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!

⤷ lorenzotl kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!

⤷ charles_leclerc what the hell it’s not like i can keep you from dating any longer. kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!

⤷ lando KISS DAMN IT

⤷ oscarpiastri Okay

⤷ pierregasly YOOOOOO BRUHH I DID THAT

🝮

yn

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yn i love you australia

pierregasly YOOOOOO CALL ME RN OMGGG

⤷ yn pierre…

⤷ pierregasly CALL ME BUG

⤷ yn ok damn

⤷ francisca.cgomes maybe it is a good thing that f1 is back this week…

charles_leclerc ❤️

⤷ pierregasly YOOOO HE GOT THE APPROVAL

nicolepiastri Australia loves you too ;)

⤷ pierregasly yooo 😏🤨

lorenzotl “Australia” sure

⤷ yn 🤫

⤷ pierregasly YOOO

arthur_leclerc at least you’re eating fruit

⤷ yn yeah you should try it once in while fuckin pot belly pig

⤷ alex_albon CLOCKEDDD

⤷ arthur_leclerc Do you really have nothing else better to do?? 😒

⤷ yn DO YOU HAVING NOTHING BETTER TO DO YOU FUCKING LOSER

⤷ alex_albon ⏰⏰⏰

oscarpiastri I love you Monaco

⤷ leclerc_pascale Monaco loves you too ;)

⤷ pierregasly YOOO THIS IS CRAAAZY

⤷ oscarpiastri Do you just constantly refresh instagram to see new comments?

⤷ pierregasly Durrrr

danielricciardo Okay just out here lookin all radiant and shit

lando oi who’s that handsome bloke in the last slide? 😏😏

⤷ yn 8️⃣1️⃣

⤷ pierregasly YOOO QUIT TRYNA BE ALL SNEAKY AND JUST HARD LAUNCH!!!!!!!!!!

⤷ charles_leclerc Yeah guys it’s pretty obvious you two are already dating

⤷ charles_leclerc I mean you started dating a week after meeting but who cares it’s obvious you guys are never breaking up

⤷ yn wow thanks for outing us thick neck bitch

mclaren Welcome to the papaya family! 🧡

⤷ scuderiaferrari Hey that’s our girl

⤷ mercedesamgf1 Guys…cmon…she’s literally obsessed Toto, she’s ours

⤷ williamsracing You’re all fighting for second, we got Carlos so that means we got y/n

⤷ yn ladies ladies there’s enough of me for everyone 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

🝮

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri I’ve been taking up photography lately, what do you guys think?

pierregasly YOOOOO BRUHH YOU GUYS ARE LIKE BASICALLY MARRIED NOW

charles_leclerc No funny business 🤨

francisca.cgomes oscar don’t know what to do with allat

⤷ oscarpiastri Trust me, I do

⤷ pierregasly YOOO GETTING FREAKY ON THE MAIN?? OSCAR PIASTRI???? FREAKY?????

lando So you guys basically have me to thank for this whole relationship 🤷‍♂️

yn get my good side 🙂‍↔️

⤷ francisca.cgomes girl every side of you is good 😘

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux So photogenic it makes me mad 😾

⤷ yn you guys literally look like angels all hours of the day

leclerc_pascale Mon petite fille 🩷🩷

danielricciardo I bet Oscar took this picture just to take it like she didn’t even have to ask like he’s just the type of guy to do that

⤷ maxverstappen1 Oscar is the type of guy to see something his girlfriend would like and buy it on the spot

⤷ alex_albon Oscar is the type of guy to take pictures of cute animals and sunsets to send to his gf and be like “thought of you”

⤷ georgerussell63 Oscar is the type of guy to go to the wake up at 3am and make his girl food because she said she was hungry

⤷ pierregasly Yoo my boy Oscar is the type of guy who would let his girlfriend put her feet on his face and be unbothered

⤷ lando oscar is the type of guy who would be to scared to be rough with his girlfriend in bed

⤷ yn you’d be surprised…i know i was

⤷ pierregasly YOOOOOOOOOO

⤷ lando oscar you dirty boy 😈😈

⤷ maxverstappen1 Where did polite cat Oscar go?? 🤨

⤷ danielricciardo Oscar you naughty naughty boy what have you been up to this week 😈😈

⤷ oscarpiastri I put my phone down to make y/n grilled cheese and tomato soup and this is what I come back to?

🝮

yn

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yn this is my husband guys we eloped 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

pierregasly YOOO ARE YOU FR????

oscarpiastri We didn’t elope guys we literally just started dating last week

⤷ charles_leclerc The talking stage lasted barely 6 days before you asked her out so we wouldn’t be surprised

⤷ leclerc_pascale When you know you know

⤷ nicolepiastri One day he was introducing her to us as his friend a week later he texted the family group chat “we’re dating btw” 😂🩷

oscarpiastri In a few years baby 😂

⤷ pierregasly Yo this got me feeling all giddy and shit 🥹 oh young love

⤷ yn bro’s gonna be 30 next year 😟 old asl you’re gonna get arthritis soon

⤷ georgerussell63 I know Oscar is never bored with bug

⤷ oscarpiastri Definitely keeps me on my toes…don’t be surprised if I start graying in the next few months guys

⤷ leclerc_pascale Mon chou quit giving Oscar such a hard time please

⤷ yn i can’t help it maman it’s just who i am

⤷ oscarpiastri I’ll gladly take worry lines and gray hair as long you’re by my side ❤️

⤷ yn omg stoppp do you like me or something 🙂‍↕️

⤷ oscarpiastri I like you a lot

⤷ oscarpiastri Give her minute she had to step outside to calm down

⤷ yn omg i like you too

⤷ arthur_leclerc they’re commenting all this while sitting by each other btw

charles_leclerc Out of everyone in the world I’m glad you ended up with Oscar because I didn’t think anyone else had the patience to deal with you and your standards other than your own family

⤷ yn ok rude 🖐️ fuck out my face slut

⤷ oscarpiastri Let’s go get some ice cream and take a walk on the beach honey

⤷ yn comingggg 😋😋😋😋

⤷ danielricciardo And they lived happily ever after

pierregasly yo 🥹❤️

[freepassbound]

Do you like celebrating your birthday?

I don't mind it, I guess?

I suppose it depends on what kind of celebrating is being done. I don't really do much of anything for it anymore, aside from cooking some favorites.

Like, if someone wanted to throw a party, or something... I don't know that I'd really be up for that - public celebration is... not really my thing.

[scented-morker]

When you catch the bouquet at a wedding !

Inspired by pooks @luvyeni … this was so easy for me to write for some reason. 1.1k words, FLUFF, pet names and a couple smooches, fem!reader, mentions of an older sister in won’s part

Heeseung

He might be more excited about it than you were

Actually crazy because the other girls were shoving each other and jumping and it just happened to fall into your hands 😇

You look at the bundle of flowers in shock while all the guys at your table start nudging and elbowing your boyfriend

“You know what that means~”

When you come back over to the table you still look vaguely surprised, but you just set the bouquet down and go to take your seat like nothing happened

Meanwhile hee has spent the last five minutes planning your wedding

He pulls you into his lap before you can even sit in your own seat and whispers in your ear

“So we’re getting married huh?”

Now you’re both blushing messes 🤭

Jay

Bro has been ready to marry you since about the day you met

He’s the one that tells you to go with the other girls when they announce the bouquet toss in the first place

So when you actually catch it he just lights up

The proudest, most lovesick smile on his face

While the other girls fawn over you he turns to the guys at his table

“Guess who’s getting married!!”

The boys jump up and down with him and shout

“Do you even have a ring?”

They all shush sunghoon bc that doesn’t even matter 🙄

You’re flushed when you make your way back to him, fresh off of being mercilessly teased by your own friends

“So what size ring do you wear?”

“WHAT?”

Jake

He hypes you up before the toss, rubbing your shoulders like you’re a boxer about to go in the ring and not a bridesmaid trying to catch a bouquet

“Go get them baby!” He yells as you walk over, placing a light tap on your bottom while you roll your eyes and try to pretend you don’t know him

But he really really wants you to catch the flowers, so who are you to disappoint your man 🤨

Some girl almost knocks you down, but you catch those flowers !!

You can’t even bask in your success because Jake is running to the dance floor to pick you up and spin you around 🥹

“The wedding gods have spoken! You have to marry me!!”

You’re laughing like a maniac because he’s still spinning you and he’s so happy

“In what world would I ever say no?”

Hoon

He’s lost it

Like they called all the girls up to the floor for the toss and he was so confused when you winked at him before running up 😭

He asks Jake what you’re even doing before being told that whoever catches the bouquet is the person to get married next

His eyes get so wide as he watches the giant group of girls wrestle for the bundle of flowers

“They take this seriously huh?”

The boys let out actual cackles when the crowd disperses and you’re standing there with the flowers in your hand 😇

“Wait so that means-?”

He gets nothing but nudges and teases in response

“Hoon I caught it!!” You yell excitedly when you rejoin him at the table

His ears are pink, but he sends you the prettiest smile

He slides one of his rings off and slips it gently onto your hand

“Good job baby.”

Sunoo

“You have to catch that bouquet!!” He tells you excitedly. “It’s fate ok! Catch it!!”

You laugh as you join the other bridesmaids on the dance floor where the bride is

It’s silly, you know you’re gonna marry him anyway, but if he tells you to catch the bouquet then you’re gonna catch that bouquet 🙂‍↕️

Sorry to the girl you accidentally elbowed… this ain’t about her

The first thing you do when you catch it is turn to look at your boyfriend

While normally the guys look slightly embarrassed or shy, your boyfriend is jumping up and down and cheering

“That’s my girl!! Look she caught the bouquet!! We’re gonna get married!!”

You laugh at his reaction and run over to join him

“We’re gonna get married!” You join in with him

He takes the bouquet from you and kisses your lips

“Dang right we are.”

Jungwon

“You’re gonna go?” He asks when you stand up to participate in the bouquet toss

His ears are already red, and you let out a soft laugh

“Won there’s like fifty girls, I’m not gonna catch it. It’s just tradition!”

It’s your sisters wedding and she’d actually murder you if you didn’t participate, which Jungwon realizes is a valid point

“Ok, well have fun! Don’t get knocked out!”

You roll your eyes and stand on the outside of the crowd, not that interested in catching it

You swear your sister does it on purpose because explain how the bouquet is flying straight at you, completely away from every other girl on the dance floor 🤨

You barely have time to grasp it before she’s running over to you

“Oh it’s fate!! You’re next little sis!!”

You hug her with the flowers and turn to find your boyfriend, expecting him to be hiding his face or not paying attention

Instead he’s got the biggest smile on his face, deep dimples poking into his red cheeks while the other guys wolf whistle

He walks up to you and gives you a kiss

“I guess we can’t argue with fate.”

Riki

He’s laughing at you

“I hope that mean bridesmaid trips you when you try to catch it.”

“Shut up!” You smack his arm before walking away, sticking your tongue out when the mean bridesmaid he mentioned walks straight past you and to the front of the group

You didn’t care that much about catching the bouquet, you just wanted to annoy your boyfriend 😁

So when it actually lands right in your hands (knocked off its original course by the mean bridesmaid who hit it so hard it almost hit you in the face) you are SHOCKED

People immediately start cheering, and you don’t even have to look to know it’s coming from the table your boyfriend is still standing at

When you finally spare a glance to him, he’s gone entirely red and is being jostled by the rest of the guys at your table

You set the bouquet down nonchalantly on your table, pressing a kiss to his cheek before whispering “I wear a size 6 ring baby.” And then running to the bathroom to touch up your makeup

He will never recover (and is secretly making a Pinterest board of every size 6 ring he finds)

[ilovolderman]

Hiding in Plain Sight

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You and Bucky sneak away for a secret rooftop date

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: secret relationship, fluff, nosy teammate (guess who), taylor swift 🤭

A/N: this is part 3 of a little series, but you can totally read it on its own. i poured a bit too much of myself into this one, and it’s my favorite so far. you can check here: part 1 & part 2. hope you like it and please let me know if maybe you would like a part 4.

It starts with a note—folded twice, slipped under your door, and written in Bucky’s ridiculously neat handwriting:

“Mission briefing: Meet me on the roof at 8. Wear that hoodie I like. Bring your appetite. Everyone’s out tonight. – B.”

You grin like an idiot and stash the note in your pocket, heart fluttering.

At exactly 8, you sneak through the halls of the compound like a very suspicious ninja, hoodie up, steps quiet. You take the service stairs two at a time, and when you push open the rooftop door, the city lights bloom around you like fireflies.

Bucky’s already there. You sit down next to him on the blanket, legs folded beneath you as Bucky hands you a burger wrapped in foil. He’s already grinning before you even open it.

“You didn’t,” you say, suspicious.

“I did,” he says proudly. “Double Cheesezilla. Extra onion rings. No tomatoes. Just how you like it.”

You squint at him. “Okay, first of all, you remembered that? Second of all, are you trying to seduce me with a burger right now?”

He leans in, eyes twinkling. “Is it working?”

You laugh, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Unfortunately, yes.”

For a while, you eat in a comfortable silence. The breeze is warm, and the city lights glitter below like scattered stars. He passes you fries and steals a sip of your milkshake, acting like he didn’t just order the same thing.

Then his voice breaks the quiet.

“Y’ever think about what it’d be like if we didn’t have to sneak around?”

You glance over at him, chewing slowly. “You mean like… just be open about this?”

“Yeah. No more crawling out windows or hiding in broom closets or pretending I didn’t order you three milkshakes last week.”

You smile. “To be fair, I think Tony already found out, when you asked FRIDAY to play Taylor Swift over the speakers in the kitchen.”

“I panicked, okay?” he laughs, covering his face with his hand. “You left and I missed you.”

You blink. “I was gone for ten minutes.”

“Felt like hours.”

You feel your heart stutter in the best way. He’s not always this open—usually it takes a bit of teasing to get him to admit how he feels. But here, now, under the stars and above the city, he’s soft.

“I like this,” you say quietly. “Even if we have to sneak. It’s kind of… ours. Like this little world no one else gets to see.”

Bucky’s quiet for a second, then nods. “I like it too. Not just because it’s secret. But because it’s you.”

Your cheeks heat up. You look away, but he’s already watching you with that look again—that look like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

“You know,” you say, trying to lighten the mood before your heart explodes, “if someone catches us again, I am not hiding in a broom closet. You’re too big and you stepped on my foot like four times.”

“I told you, I was trying to make space for you!”

“There was no space, Bucky.”

“Well then next time,” he says, shifting closer, his voice dropping, “we’ll hide somewhere better.”

“Like?”

He smirks. “Like under the table in the conference room."

You gape. “You’re insane.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re grinning too hard to make it convincing. “You realize that under the conference table is, like, the opposite of discreet, right?”

Bucky shrugs, totally unbothered. “Not if we’re quiet.”

You scoff. “You? Quiet? You’re literally 200 pounds of muscle and metal.”

He grins and leans back on his hands, all confidence. “I’m surprisingly stealthy when I’m motivated.”

You toss a fry at him. He catches it in his mouth, smug as hell.

“I can’t believe I’m dating you,” you say, half-laughing, half-swooning, when suddenly you hear the rooftop door creak.

You jolt upright.

“Go,” Bucky whispers urgently, already helping you gather the soda cups and tuck the food wrappers under the blanket.

You scramble behind one of the big industrial vents, crouching low just as the door swings open.

“Barnes?” Sam’s voice echoes through the rooftop. “Why does it smell like fries and secret feelings up here?”

“Barnes?” Sam’s voice cuts through the night. “Why does it smell like french fries and teenage romance up here?”

Bucky clears his throat and leans back like he’s been chilling here all along. Totally not on a secret date. Totally not with his heart still racing from kissing you.

“Hey,” he says coolly. “Didn’t know you were coming up.”

Sam steps out, eyeing the scene. The fairy lights. The two cups. The suspiciously rumpled blanket. The very not-Bucky playlist still going in the background.

“Uh-huh,” Sam says. “You always hang out up here listening to Taylor Swift?”

Bucky doesn’t even blink. “It’s… connected to Y/N’s phone.”

Sam raises an eyebrow.

“She was showing me a playlist earlier,” Bucky lies smoothly. “Must’ve accidentally left it on Bluetooth. You know how it is. One second you’re listening to Metallica, next thing you know, boom—Swiftie central.”

“Right,” Sam says, slowly circling the blanket like he’s collecting evidence for a crime scene. “And the two soda cups?”

“She drinks a lot of water,” Bucky deadpans.

“The fries?”

“I was hungry."

“The pink lighter?”

Bucky hesitates. “It’s… mine?”

Sam gives him a look. “Man, you are the worst liar I’ve ever met. Even Steve was better and his idea of subtlety was a trench coat and sunglasses.”

Bucky shrugs, trying to hold back the grin tugging at his mouth. “What do you want me to say, Sam?”

“I wanna know why Taylor’s singing about soulmates and there’s a literal picnic blanket up here.”

Before Bucky can answer, the speaker clicks into the next song: Enchanted.

Sam’s eyes narrow.

“Don’t,” Bucky warns.

Sam’s smile spreads. “This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go…”

“I will throw you off this roof.”

“I’m wonderstruck, blushin’ all the way home—”

Bucky stands up. Sam bolts for the door, laughing all the way down the stairs.

You and Bucky exchange a look, as soon as you leave your hiding place, trying not to laugh.

“Should’ve locked the damn door,” Bucky mutters.

You smile, brushing your hand against his. “Still worth it.”

He squeezes your fingers gently. “Definitely.”

You close the space between you with a soft kiss, slow and warm, the kind that makes you feel like maybe the world really does stop spinning for a second. When you pull back, his eyes are still closed, like he’s trying to memorize the moment.

Then—

“FRIDAY, please tell me you’re not watching this,” you mutter.

“Not at all,” the AI replies blandly, “but Mr. Stark is wondering why the rooftop cameras are mysteriously malfunctioning.”

You and Bucky exchange a look.

“…Run?” you suggest.

“Run,” he agrees.

You grab the blanket and the fries, and he grabs your hand, and you both sprint for the stairs laughing like idiots.

next part

[nighttidee]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

Lads’s men kissing you for the first time (part three here. part five here. Masterlist here.)

ft: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb.

wc: 8006 (aprox 1600 for each)

warnings: angst(nothing major) allusions to myths, injury (In Caleb’s also nothing major) suggestive (no actual smut)

notes: sooo I got a bit carried away ngl 🤭 this took so long to write and trying make each kiss different was so difficult but hopefully it works

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

Xavier really wanted to kiss you. It had been on his mind for ages, slipping into his thoughts in the moments he wasn't busy with soft whispers. You'd been dating, officially, for two months. Two of the happiest months of Xavier's life, with you there was no second-guessing, or having to infer hidden meaning from ordinary words, there was no distance that couldn't be bridged. That's why he needed to make sure your first kiss was perfect.

You deserved nothing less, and he would give you nothing less. But he didn't know how to give it to you. Did he tell you? Did he ask if you wanted to? Would that be unromantic? He didn't know. He toiled in his mind, desperate to find the best solution. 

Jeremiah suggested setting the mood. Xavier had hesitated, but his friend had always been better with people than he. Jeremiah spoke without tiring, smiled at anyone and blended into people's jokes like he'd always been part of the laughter. Nothing like Xavier, who preferred quiet.

As such, he'd taken you on a date to a five-star restaurant. Pulling the strings to get a reservation was easy. To keep up appearances, he lived in a simple apartment, one fitting of a Hunter's salary, but he'd been on Earth too long not to amass a fortune. Jeremiah had too. Just because they were meant to lie low didn't mean they couldn't enjoy the luxuries of a fleeting planet.

"You've got something on your face," You giggled from across the table.

You were beautiful tonight. Not that you weren't always, of course, but tonight you looked like you'd been kissed by life herself. Other patrons were sleek, professional, but you? You smelled of a garden, daisies, hydrangeas, roses, lilies and everything else in your apartment.  Xavier remembered how bewildered he was the first time your forna and flora dragged you into your room to prepare you for a date.

Xavier wiped his mouth with his napkin. "Better?"

You snorted and shook your head.

"Come here," You leaned over the table, soft fingers gently cupping his chin as you dabbed your napkin against his cheek. Your eyelashes were long, blanketing your warm gaze. Would it be fitting to kiss you now?

He certainly wanted to.

But the waiter was striding towards your table. He swallowed down the words on the tip of his tongue and buried his mounting desire. Had he ever met someone who tested his restraint as much as you did? 

"Sir, Miss," The waiter began, "Your desserts have arrived."

Xavier watched with delight as your eyes sparkled. You made his heart hammer in his chest when your expression was like that. It was so alive and adoring, full of emotion, it was just so human. Xavier loved it, and he was falling in love with you. Rapidly, unflinchingly, like a comet shooting across the stars, he was falling in love with you.

"Thank you! These look wonderful!" You hummed, "Simone is gonna be so jealous, right, Xavi?"

Xavier nodded, "Very. I'll make sure to show her as soon as I get to Hunters HQ tomorrow."

He'd brought you to a formal event for Hunters, and Simone had latched onto you with a mischievous grin, making fast friends. She enjoyed making fun of him. He enjoyed one-upping the outings you did with her with dates of his own. 

He had to fight everyone for you, it seemed─ as if you weren't his girlfriend.

You smiled warmly at Xavier, "Wanna try?"

He nodded with ease, leaning forward towards the spoon in your hand. You'd filled it as much as you could, the sweet dessert swaying dangerously above the table as you reached towards Xavier.

It was sweet and smooth on his tongue, but he found there was a tart aftertaste, something you liked only in specific things. He studied your features, trying to detect subtle dislike as you ate yet another spoonful of your dessert.

"Thank you," Xavier hummed, gently taking a spoonful of his own dessert. "Want some of mine?"

You grinned widely, "Yes!"

He laughed fondly as you eagerly took the spoon. And there it was, the thing that was missing from your expression before. Your eyes were creasing. The smile on your lips was so wide it was squishing the skin around your eyes, a sign of true delight.

As such, Xavier swapped your plates.

Again, you grinned, "You didn't have to do that, Xavier. I would've been fine with that one."

Xavier shrugged, "But you're happy with this one."

Your cheeks flushed. He wanted to kiss them and feel the warmth on his lips. To Xavier, you bloomed like your flowers when you were joyful, a paragon of vitality and life. Around you, he was reminded of the beauty in the ordinary and the serenity of simplicity. That's why he had to make everything perfect.

But the restaurant was not the best place to kiss you. That's why you went for a walk in the park. Your feet echoed against the gravel path as the two of you walked together. Xavier's thumb stroked over your knuckles, your hands conjoined affectionately. He loved the way your palms slotted against one another, like they'd always meant to be together.

Everything he'd done, everything he'd sacrificed, everyone he'd sacrificed, he was sure it was all meant to lead to you. With you, Xavier Shen was just an ordinary man. Prince. Traitor.  Coward. None of those names meant anything around you. Even though you knew the beginnings of who he was. He hadn't told you everything yet. 

But you knew and trusted him enough to wait for him to be ready to confess to all his secret sins. For that, he would be thankful forever.

"The stars must be different from where you're from," You murmured quietly, "Is it weird to see Earth's constellations?"

Xavier tilted his gaze to the midnight sky, "It used to be. But I like Earth's sky more.  The stars here are scattered, wild, free. I feel like they're so much brighter here than on Philos."

"I'm glad you came here," You said.

Xavier stopped and looked at you, "So am I."

You smiled brightly. Xavier used his spare hand to reach up and cup your cheek. Your skin was warm to the touch as you leaned into his hold, gazing at him with pure, unrestrained affection. Maybe this was it?

Xavier began leaning in close.

You gasped suddenly, "Is that a photobooth?!"

You were pulling him forward without a second thought. Xavier followed without hesitation, curiosity burning in his gaze as he looked towards the sleek metal box settled against the side of a building. Wasn't that dangerous?

"You're so excited," He observed, warmly.

"I love photobooths!" You grinned, pulling out your card, "We have to take some!"

Xavier tapped his card against the scanner.

"You didn't have to do that, Xavi." You spoke softly.

"I wanted to," He shrugged, "Now, come on."

He pulled you into the booth, shutting the curtain behind you. He watched fondly as you fiddled with the settings, finding the right filters and borders for your photos.

"Okay, ready?" You grinned as the camera before you began its first of four countdowns.

Xavier nodded, pressing his forehead against yours. Simple, but cute. You were so warm, he could fall asleep against you if you let him. You had become his favourite place to sleep. In your arms, in your lap, against your thighs, it didn't matter; he loved them all.

The flash was blinding, but you needed your next pose.

"What should we do-" Xavier began, watching the countdown get lower and lower with panic. He didn't want to ruin your photos. 

Your hand latched onto his chin, pulling him towards you. He opened his mouth to question you, but your lips were on his cheek, silencing him. Your lips were so soft. Gentle. Like the petals of a rose bud beginning to unfurl.

The flash flickered. You let go of his chin. You were blushing. 

The countdown started again.

Xavier swallowed.

Screw it. Everything was perfect when it was with you.

Xavier grasped your face in his hands, leaning down. You met him halfway. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and your lips were on his. You tasted of sweetness, the remnants of your dessert lingering on your lips as Xavier greedily tasted them. 

Flash.

A soft sigh left your lips. Xavier cradled you closer, like you'd break in his hands. You met his lips like flowerbuds met spring sun. Xavier felt himself flush as your hand came to stroke his jaw, shivering at the gentle affection.

He pulled away briefly, "I can't believe I spent so long panicking over this."

You giggled, "I can't believe I spent so long waiting for you to stop panicking!"

Xavier pouted, "Less talking. More kissing."

Flash.

You giggled again, pulling him to your lips. This kiss was yours to lead, passionate and enamouring, your lips met his, against, over, under, against again. Xavier felt himself falling further into your affection, melting into your touch, matching your pace with ravenous want. He felt himself going breathless; he found he didn't care.

Each wild, hitched breath he made was collected by your mouth as your lips caressed his again and again. Finally, you pulled away just enough to rest your forehead against his.

"All the photos were taken," You breathed, studying the now black screen.

Xavier contorted his body, reaching out the grasp the sheet of paper that had come from the machine's dispenser. He brought the photos between you.

The first was your heads pressed together. The second was your lips on his cheek. The third was his hands on your face, his eyes shut, his lips on yours. The fourth was you leaning close, foreheads pressed together, matching grins on your lips.

"Well..." You murmured, tracing the photo with your fingers, "I think we could recreate this much better at home."

Xavier smiled and kissed your sugary lips again, "We certainly can."

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

Luke and Kerian had long since left the Onychinus Base in search of revelry in the chaotic streets of  N109. The hallways of the building were silent, even Mesphisto had retreated to his resting place and yet Sylus could not relax. With intrigue, the twins had been inquiring about you and your bond to Sylus, laughing in unison when Sylus had frozen at the mention of kissing. They'd run before Sylus could swat at them, cackling all the way like goblins.

But their words plagued their leader. He couldn't think of one time the two of you had. Sylus sat in his office, glass of wine in his hand as he racked his mind for a time the two of you had kissed. He searched in ordinary conversations, in the hours spent lying in bed, in the shared showers. But he came up blank.

He furrowed his brows, looked out his window upon the dark sky of the N109 Zone. Bright lights mimicked stars on buildings, shining and neon, each begged for attention. The city was fast and unforgiving, but it allowed bonds to prosper in ways no one ever considered. Fighting for their lives made people connect in unprecedented ways.

Slyus gritted his teeth. Why hadn't you kissed? How hadn't you kissed? The possibility seemed impossible.

Perhaps you hadn't fully made yourselves vulnerable to one another, but you'd certainly done other things. Sylus remembered those times fondly. It was like the two of you were playing a game, slowly untethering the layers that made one another in search of raw people hidden beneath.

Surely kissing was a part of that. Or was it too intimate? Sylus thought more and more about it. He imagined kissing you during those moments of desire and found it felt...misplaced. Kisses of tender affection did not belong to those moments; they carried a different kind of desire─ burned with more than the need to be physical.

He was certain of one thing, and that was that he wanted to kiss you. Desperately.

He wanted to make it clear that your dates, your relationship and your physicality weren't a game to him. He needed to let you know that you were more than a toy to him to play with. You had Sylus' soul in your hands.

Sylus pulled out his phone and hovered his thumb over your familiar number. The contact picture was recent, taken in bed, his bed. You had a folder in your photos dedicated specifically to Sylus and your relationship.

Sylus clicked on your number and waited.

You answered after the first ring, "Sylus?"

"Hello, Kitten," He hummed, savouring the sweet sound of your voice, "How are we tonight?"

"Considering I've got whiskey in one hand and am listening to my man with the other, I'd say I'm feeling pretty good," You mused softly, teasing edge to your words, "And you, handsome?"

"I'm feeling rather curious, I must confess," Sylus spoke.

"Curiosity killed the cat," You sang playfully. He envisioned the way your eyes glinted and wanted to kiss the spot between your nose and eyebrows. 

"Satisfaction brought it back," He called back, voice lowering, words finishing in a hiss.

The sky was dark, savage and sensual. It promised adreniline and desire.

You were silent for a moment, "All right...I'll bite. What's got the big bad leader of Onychinus so perplexed?"

Sylus was never one to shy away from what he wanted. He built an empire with his bare hands. He always got what he wanted. No matter what.  And right now, he wanted you. He wanted all of you. Your lips on his, soft confessions whispered into your passion.

"Whether or not you know that this, that us, isn't just a game. Not to me," Sylus said. He was never so honest. He protected himself with a fierceness very few could overcome. And yet you had. He shivered at the sound of your breathing.

"Of course, I know, Sy. I knew the day you asked me to be your girlfriend," You mumured softly, earnestly, "When you mean something you say, really mean it, your eyes go the shade of a Red Lotus. Your eyes were that colour when you asked."

"I want to kiss you."

Silence.

"Where'd that come from?" You laughed, but your breath hitched all the same.

"From my feelings for you, do keep up," Sylus chuckled like it was obvious, as if his own heart wasn't thundering, "I've ripped your clothes from your body, I've had you in my bed, I've caressed your skin, but I've never kissed you."

"Huh...I never realised that before. How haven't we kissed?" You muttered, faintly amused.

"My thoughts exactly. An atrocious error on our part," Sylus murmured, unbuttoning the top of his collar.

He heard you shuffle, "I suppose we should fix that, shouldn't we?"

"Immediately," Sylus agreed, pulling the phone closer, listening to your muffled movements.

Your breathing was soft, but your words were urgent, "Unlock your door. I'm coming over. Now."

Surprise burned in Sylus's chest. Something else mixed in, something hot and feral, something that only responded to you. He leaned forward, desire flaring in all his senses. Everything would change. The two of you would be bound in a way never before. His soul would be bared to you and yours to his, ready to be exchanged.

"How demanding," Sylus chuckled, sipping his wine, "Don't keep me waiting."

"Now who's demanding?" You laughed, and a faint jingling echoed. Your keys.

Sylus didn't answer. He simply hung up and rose to his feet. He had a door to unlock after all.

If it were anywhere else, you would've been arrested for breaking every speeding law imaginable. But the N109 Zone welcomed reckless regard, as did Sylus. It got you to him quicker. That's all he cared about.

He watched with rapt attention as you threw your helmet onto one of his lavish sofas, stalking over to him without hesitation. You wore confidence like armour, your sharp wit, your sword and your cunning mind your shield. Sylus adored it. Adored you.

His legs spread, welcoming you to stand between them as his hands found their rightful place on your hips. He caressed your body with his fingers, gaze never straying from your face. He'd burn everything down if you asked him to. He'd make you jewellery from Onychinus' ash if you wished. Whatever you desired, he'd deliver.

"I'm curious now," You began, caressing his face with your hands.

"About?" Sylus murmured, gaze trained on your lips. He wanted them swollen and red, a vivid example of feelings for you.

"Whether or not you know that I love you," You answered. 

Sylus' entire being froze. He stared up at you. Activated the Aether Core in his eye and found no lie. No, he only found the truth. You loved him, fiercely, endlessly, without restraint. Every inch of adored him, wanted him, needed him.

He grabbed your shirt.

"The things you do to me," Sylus rasped and yanked you down.

His lips were on yours in an instant. You met him easily. Your hands gripped his face, his went back down to your hips, then to your back, then your arms and back to your hips. He couldn't keep his hands off of you, not when your lips tasted so good. Whiskey and wine mixed on your tongues. 

Sylus pulled you onto his lap, and your hands found happy purchase on his shoulders. He grunted as your teeth sank into his lower lip, tongue darting out to smooth over the sting. Savage and sensual, you kissed him. He loved it. Loved you.

Sylus loved you.

He pressed his hand to your throat, gently pushing backwards. You let him guide you. Your lips were only inches away; that was as far as Sylus could bear to part with you. Your breath fanned his face. The smell of your perfume intoxicated him. Your eyes glittered like starlight, Sylus' very own wish in human form. He intended to keep you forever.

"Know that I love you as well. More than I thought possible," Sylus murmured, breath mingling with yours, "You unearthed my heart from its coffin and brought it back to life."

You smiled softly, "Good. It's staying beside my heart for eternity."

"Nothing sounds better," Sylus murmured, kissing up your jaw, "So long as you keep kissing me like that."

Your thumb ran over Sylus' lower lip. He shivered at the feeling, eyes lidded, pupils blown wide, as he looked up at you. You'd enchanted him from the moment he'd seen you. He gave all his power to you. All his authority meant nothing against you. He liked it that way. He liked you in control.

"I can do that," You giggled and leaned back down.

Your lips were smooth against his, falling into the rhythm both your hearts had always beat to. Sylus's hand slipped up to cup the back of your neck, strands of hair slipping between his fingers like strands of fate. He'd always meant to find you, of that, he was certain.

He grinned into the kisses adoringly, feeling you respond in kind. Two grinning idiots, kissing on the sofa. Sylus wondered if people would think you two love-sick teenagers if they saw you in public. He found he liked that idea. He kissed you harder, conveying all the words he could not voice. You understood. You always did. You kissed him just as hard.

Sylus could barely bear to pull away, "We should've done this sooner."

You laughed, kissing his lips quickly, "Well, we do have all night."

Sylus grinned and lurched upwards. You squealed loudly, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he strode towards his bedroom, "We best get started then, Darling."

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

Rafayel needed it to go well. He was desperate for it to. He didn't know what he'd do if it didn't. The man wanted to clasp his hands and collapse on his knees, praying to God for good fortune. But what God could he pray to? He was a god himself, after all. And he was about to tell you that. 

In the middle of the sea, surrounded by cerulean waves and bottomless possibilities, Rafayel was going to tell you everything. Then, you'd leave him or love him. He wished he were sure which option you'd favour, but it didn't─that in itself was enough to kill him.

"Raf...?" You murmured.

Your dress was beautiful. He wanted to hold your hips and feel the fabric beneath his fingers. You sat peacefully in the little wooden boat, a vision Rafayel wanted to paint again and again. You were oblivious to the fact that your world was about to be forever changed. Would you try to escape? Scream and cry? Or would you touch his cheeks and kiss his worries away?

He swallowed, "There's something you need to know, precious."

You straightened up immediately upon hearing the serious tone in his voice, "Yes? What is it?"

Rafayel opened his mouth. No words came. 

Why was this so difficult? He just wanted to tell you so he could accept whatever happened and crush the shattered fragments of his heart into a pigment for his new painting. His chest heaved.

You leaned forward, careful not to rock the boat, and grasped his hands. They were soft against his own, and he relished the feeling of your thumbs caressing his knuckles. He'd bitten them red raw the night before, toiling helplessly in the struggle of his mind's insecurities.

A god with insecurities, how laughable.

"I..." He shut his eyes, "It'll be easier to show you."

Better to take a knife to the chest than to the back.

He unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his shoes; he'd pull the trousers off underwater. He watched your face twist in confusion as you leaned backwards, trying to meet his gaze when he stood up. Oh, how he loved your curious eyes.

"Rafayel? What are you doing?" He tipped towards the edge of the boat, "Rafayel? Rafayel! Don't!"

That was all he heard of your worried screams before he hit the water. It was almost peaceful. Like entering the place you'd spent your childhood in, almost home but too different to be. He felt the water rush into his lungs, the constant dryness in his throat finally receding. He gave himself to the currents and let himself change.

Finally, he could breathe. Gills flapped against his neck as they greedily sucked in the water, the scales in his tail flexing against one another as they adjusted to the caressing chill of the sea once more.

Above, he heard your gargled screams.

He couldn't hide beneath the waves forever.

He swam upwards, feeling water caress his hair as the air brushed against his face. It took him a moment, but the second he focused on you, his heart thundered in his chest. Your brows were furrowed, your eyes glossy with worry, half of your body leaning dangerously over the edge of the boat.

"Rafayel!" You gasped with relief.

"Hey, Cutie," He hummed softly.

"Don't 'hey, Cutie' me! Why the Hell did you do that?" You snapped angrily, "You scared me! And─ Wait...what's on your neck?"

Rafayel sucked in a harsh breath, "Gills."

"Gills?" You murmured.

"I'm Lemurian," He said simply, "Humans would simply call us merfolk."

You blinked. You shook your head. You laughed, "Come on, Raf. Don't be silly. Did you get this joke from Thomas or something?"

Rafayel gritted his teeth, "I'm not lying."

"Sureee, and I'm a fairy," You snickered, reaching out your hand, "Now come on, get out before you catch a cold."

Rafayel did take your hand, but instead of letting you pull him out of the water, he guided your hand to his neck. The second your fingers touched the ridges of his gills, his breath hitched, louder than your own. He shut his eyes.

Each caress of your fingers sent a pulse of electricity through his body. Despite the cold water, he felt feverish. Your hand was soft, tentative, like a kiss placed tenderly against his skin. The feeling was hypnotic. Addictive. His breathing increased. He wanted your hands all over him; he wanted it even more when your other hand came to explore the other side of his neck, gliding over the scales that settled there with adoring care.

He wanted to call your name, but he kept his mouth shut. If this was his last moment with you, he wanted to savour it.

"I─" You breathed in harshly, "I have so many questions."

Rafayel let his eyes flutter open again, blinking against the sun. You were closer to him now, soft eyes studying his features with rapt interest. Your fingers slid high, settling against his pulse points and the tip of his chin. He shivered against the touch, burning inside.

"I'll answer everything," He swore, "No matter if we're here until dawn breaks again. I won't stop until you know everything you want to. I'll show you everything. My gills, my fins, my scales, my tail, everything."

"No," You said.

"Precious, please," He gasped, a sudden rush of desperation flooding through his veins at the thought of you leaving him. The thought was killing him. You made the surface worth living on, you made the sea worth painting again, you made life worth loving.

"Rafayel," your hands slid upwards to caress his cheeks, "I'd love to know everything about you and who you are, but I won't at the expense of your health."

"What? I am healthy!" He scoffed, tail flicking beneath the water, making ripples rock the boat. He steadied it with his hands, saw you study the webs between his fingers and his sharper nails.

You shook your head, "Your gills are going pink and they're flapping more. Your breathing's getting more rapid. This form isn't suited to being above water. You're not getting your appropriate oxygen intake. That's not healthy, Raffie."

Rafayel blinked in surprise, "How can you tell that?"

"Marine Biologist, silly," You giggled, flicking his forehead gently, "I just need to find scuba gear so I can be underwater with you. I won't be able to talk, though, so how will I be able to ask you questions...?"

"I can help you breathe underwater," Rafayel said. His heart swayed back and forth with the waves at the realisation that you weren't leaving him.

Your eyes sparkled, "Really?"

"Mhm. A Lemurian's kiss gives someone the ability to breathe beneath the waves," He hummed, hand coming to cup your own, turning it so he could kiss your pulse, then your palm, then your knuckles.

"You need to kiss me?" You murmured, tongue darting over your lower lip.

 His eyes were trained on the sight; he was so close to tasting your lips, he almost couldn't handle it. "Yeah. Need to, really, really, need to."

"Well, I shouldn't keep you waiting then," You grinned and stood.

"Cutie?" He furrowed his brows, hearing a clank. Your shoes. He watched, eyes widening as your hands reached for the hem of your dress.

You shrugged, "I like this dress too much to ruin it."

And then, you stepped off the edge of the boat and into the water.

 Rafayel's heart skipped a beat. He ducked back down into the water, eyes sharpening against the salt as he looked for you. Only a few short meters below him, you flailed, squinting against the sea as you righted your body. He watched as you steadied yourself and thought you were adorable with your puffed-out cheeks.

He swam to you. He cupped your cheeks in his hands. You blinked, hands blindly trailing up his arms, settling against his shoulders. He smiled, pulling you in close with his tail. You squeaked, bubbles of air leaving your lips.

Rafayel took his chance.

Your lips were soft, so very soft. They slotted against his own like they'd always meant to belong there. Your hands tightened against his neck, and he responded in kind, kissing you strongly, hand tangling into your hair as he kept you close. He savoured the hypnotic taste of your lips, tongue darting out to lick your lower lip, grinning into the kiss when he heard you sigh. 

You barely pulled away. Rafayel chased your lips.

The rhythm came easily. One of Rafayel's hands came down to caress your hip, shivering when his palm met bare skin. He brushed his fingers over your rips, feeling the hairs rise as you shifted closer, chest to chest. His lips met yours again and again. You were very quickly becoming his favourite addiction; he was drunk off of you already.

Your hands softly pushed against his chest. He groaned but let you move him away. Feeling your fingers caress his chest was enough ot sate him for now.

You blinked softly, opening your mouth, tentatively adjusting to the foreign sensations surrounding you. You looked at his face, his chest, then his─

"Rafayel! You're beautiful!" You gasped, staring in wonder at his tail. Pride swelled in his chest as he flicked it gently, scales gleaming under the fractured sunlight of the waves. Dawnbreak blue, periwinkle purple, and magenta's dusk decorated his lower half, scales shimmering brightly as they faded into a long, flourishing fin.

You gently caressed his upper scales.

Rafayel gasped.

You flinched away, worry ripping across your face.

"Sensitive," He smiled adoringly, grasping your hand and pulling you back to his tail, chest heaving when he felt your fingers on him again, "You make me so sensitive."

You leaned closer, nose brushing his, "Yeah?" 

He grasped your chin with his hand, "Yeah."

And then he kissed you. Again and again, he kissed you. He could wait to explain everything. His heart had finally come home to him.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

The Colonel of the Deepscape Fleet was out for blood. It burned against his skin, hissing against his muscles, searing in his veins. Pure, unrestrained fury. Murder snarled in the forefront of his mind as he marched through the halls of HQ. He wasn't sated yet, wouldn't be until he sat on top of a pile of rats.

The rats were royal to some revolutionary who thought they were better than the Fleet, trying to infect his crew with their doubts about Caleb's command. They began with whispers, which were easier to ignore, but now they'd turned to more extreme methods. Five of the vermin decided that self-sacrifice ─ how very noble ─ was the best way to get attention. They'd sabotaged the mission, killed themselves and tried to drag others down with them.

The Colonel would find the rest of them, and once he did, he was going to rip them limb from limb and deliver their severed body parts to their master, he'd even wrap them in pretty pink bows.

"Colonel Xia," Liam spoke as he matched Caleb's unforgiving strides, "The Medical Centre sent their report."

Caleb nodded, "Go ahead."

Liam pulled up the report on a tablet, assertive and concise as he spoke, "Most injuries sustained were minor due to the limited range and power of the bombs the traitors used."

"Most injuries?" Asked Caleb.

"Some have dislocated various joints, and some have broken bones. The pilot of ship F-12 has the worst injuries, two broken ribs and second-degree burns across her right arm, shoulder and parts of her stomach," Liam responded, a full analysis of the report falling from his tongue, "She's been sent home on bed rest until further notice so she has time to heal."

The pilot of ship F-12.

Caleb felt his heart stop.

That was you.

Caleb didn't remember anything after that. Maybe he mumbled an order to Liam, maybe he didn't. He didn't know if he told his superiors he was leaving or if he stayed there longer to ensure everything was taken care of. No, his memory of the next few hours was a blur, distorted in all-consuming worry. You'd been hurt because of him. You were suffering because of his arrogance. He swore he'd keep you safe, and he hadn't.

He felt sick, nausea clawing at his stomach, shredding into strips strong enough to be tied together to make a noose to hang his heart in. What if the Medical Centre had missed something? What if you had internal injuries? What if you were lying limp on the floor of your home, dying alone and afraid?

No.

The sight of your door pushed Caleb faster. He all but sprinted down the hallway, insignia on his body clanking loudly. He hadn't bothered to change. He just needed to get to you. His heart thundered in his chest as he crashed into the door, skidding to a wild, frantic halt as he banged on the door. He was sweating, heat coursing painfully across his body.

"Honey?" He rasped.

He waited. No response. Acid climbed up his throat, scraping at his flesh.

"Honey?!" Caleb yanked the door handle, "Honey?!" It was locked. Breaking it open was a simple task. He'd smash it to smithereens and carry you over the cracked wood straight to the hospital. He'd do anything to make sure you were alright.

He yanked the door handle again.

The door jerked backwards. He stumbled forward.

A familiar hiss echoed in his ears, and hands came to steady him, planting firmly on his chest. He felt the warmth of your hands soak through his shirt and into his skin. He let out a shuddering breath, chest heaving, heart crying out.

"Caleb?!" You gasped in surprise, softly kicking your door closed.

Caleb felt himself perish and be reborn at the sight of you. You had a tank top on, revealing the endless trail of bandages that wrapped your arm. They were vibrant white, they stretched from around your shoulder to your hand, wrapped between your thumb and fingers like armour. Scrapes ripped across your face, cracks of dried blood covering them, bruises burrowing into your complex; they were an odd shade in the sunset, brown against the burning sky.

But you were alive. He could see you were alive.

"Caleb?" You murmured, brows furrowed as you looked up at him, "What's wrong?"

But he needed to feel that you were alive.

His hands slipped upwards to cup your chin, lifting it upwards. One of his thumbs caressed your lower lip, and he leaned in. He heard your breath hitch as he closed his eyes, slowly drawing your face closer to his.

Your warm forehead met his, and his chest heaved, like a black hole emerging from a dying star. He clutched your chin tighter, finger switching upwards to brush your cheeks. He felt like a heretic praying to some forbidden God. His desire. His restraint. They raged within him at the feeling of your skin against his.

"Caleb...?" You murmured, reaching up to grasp his wrists. You didn't move them. You just curled your fingers around his skin, pressing comfortingly against his pulse.

"I...Fuck─" He Caleb breathed wildly, feeling like he was being torn apart, "Honey, I am so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," You hummed, confused, almost amused. 

"I do!" He snapped, opening his eyes so he could memorise the destruction he had caused you. He brushed his hand against the cut on your cheek, "This is because of me." He motioned to your ribs, "This is because of me." His fingers flinched away from the bandages on your arm, "This is because of me."

You stared at him for a moment.

Caleb would do anything to give you the universe. Anything.

You removed one of his hands from your cheek. You were going to push him away. You were going to tell him to leave. You'd tell him that he was an obsessive monster and that you could never love him.  You'd sever the bond between you and let Caleb go blind in an existence without light.

You placed his hand on your chest. On your heart. Goosebumps rose on his skin.

"This is because of you." You whispered, fingers curling around his to keep his palm over your beating heart. He felt it speed up beneath his touch.

"No─" He tried to pull away. You wouldn't let him. His hand should've been cold, the metal that made his artificial bone and muscle was chilling and yet not once did you shiver against his fingers.

"Yes. As soon as you knew there were moles, you told us.  You gave us time to find the traitors and the bombs. It's because of you that the bomb didn't blow a hole in the engine and leave us to die from the Wanderers. That quick mind of yours saved us, Caleb. It saved me," You spoke with strength. Your words held unwavering conviction as you stared into his purple eyes, willing him to feel your faith in him.

Caleb swallowed the lump in his throat, "You've been burned, Honey. Burned."

You shrugged, "Better burned than buried."

A laugh escaped Caleb's throat, edging on frantic, "You're a fearless woman."

You grinned, your eyes shining like stars against burnt sienna skies, "I'm your fearless woman."

Caleb's restraint ruptured like the Universe when it first sparked to life. 

Then his lips were on yours, and his pointless heart finally had a direction to follow. He kissed you firmly, savouring the taste of your lips against his own, relishing in the softness of them. He heard a breath of contentment leave your lips and felt your hands coil upwards to wrap around his neck. His hat fell to the floor as your fingers tangled in his hair. His hands slipped to your hips, holding you as gently as he could. Your lips moved in tandem, and all he could think of was the way you felt against. Hard and real, alive.

"Never─" His breath mixing with yours, "─scare me─" his lips on yours "─like that again─" his tongue touching yours "─got it?"

You gasped, "Got it."

Satisfaction bloomed in Caleb's chest at the sight of your flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. He wasn't much better; he knew that. In fact, he was probably worse; the heat burning his ears was proof enough of that.

"You had me so worried, Honey," Caleb confessed into the sunset. 

Your nose brushed against his, "I know."

"So worried," He gasped, eyes stinging.

"I know," You whispered, tilting your head to kiss his lips again.

Caleb melted into your affection. Kissing you slowly remedied the endless thoughts in his mind, bringing him to serenity. He felt weightless in your embrace, high above the mortal strife of the world, floating endlessly in his love for you. Your lips caressed his tenderly, and he couldn't help the soft sound that left his mouth, or the way he reciprocated the smile that stretched across your lips.

His thumbs gently rubbed circles over your hips as you rested your forehead against his again. You gently brushed a few strands of his hair out of his face behind his ear, fingers happily setting against his nape once more.

"You know, your eyes look a little bit pink in the sunset," You mused

"I'm so in love with you, Honey," Caleb breathed.

Your eyes glittered with delight, "I love you more."

"No way," Caleb shook his head, lips curving into a smile, "I love you to the end of the universe and back."

"The universe is infinite," You raised a brow.

Caleb kissed you again, "Exactly."

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

Zayne Li enjoyed parties. Not the kind where bodies pressed together and sweat stained the walls, no, he liked social gatherings. He liked to talk, more so to listen, and build connections. Connections that flowered against his walls but never broke through them. He had colleagues, he had friends, he had family, but not one of them could find and hold the key to his core. It had been that way for years, longer than he could remember. Zayne sighed softly.

People liked the snow.

Greyson laughed at someone's joke, Zayne's own lips curling upwards in amusement as he watched his friends snicker and smile with an ease he admired. Zayne was quiet; he saw no point in speaking when he didn't need to; a trait always judged before enjoyed.

People loved to look at snow, play with it, and enjoy it.

He hadn't touched the white wine in his glass. Drunkenness had never interested him in the way it did others; the thought of letting the reins of control go was foreign to him. Zayne liked order; he liked security, knowing what was going to happen so he could prepare for it.

People liked snow─ for a while. Until the ice crept in, and suddenly being in frozen water no longer seemed fun. Snow was not something meant to be loved forever.

And Zayne was okay with that.

So why did he hold you so tightly?

He'd never intended for you to get close when you'd first walked up to him. But then you spoke to him, then you listened to him, then you went on dates with him, and finally, you agreed to a relationship with him. The frost in his heart flourished, like the first snowflake of winter.

He wanted you close to him─always.

You were on the other side of the room in a blue dress, the same shade as his tie. You'd insisted, because you wanted to let people know you were together in some way, no matter how subtle. That thought plagued him. Why? Because you wanted more.

He'd seen you. You loved physical contact, an arm thrown around the shoulders, head resting against another, hugging, even fist bumps and high fives, you loved them. You got given and gave them to other people like it was easy as breathing.

But Zayne's body was too numb to give that to you. Every touch set him ablaze. He wanted you to burn with him.

Restraint was something he wielded. Control was something he craved

Greyson and Yvonne laughed loudly, lifting their glasses for a mini cheer, and Zayne joined, cold alcohol searing at his throat.

A click echoed.

Zayne opened his eyes. Blearily, he saw his floor, then his sofa, and the beginnings of his kitchen. He furrowed his brows. His head ached dreadfully. All he could do was rest limply as he waited for the nausea to pass.

His head fell to rest against warmth. Zayne found himself searching for more of it, digging his nose into the blissful comfort. It didn't feel like the silk sheets of his room, and it didn't smell like his laundry cleaner either. No, instead it smelt like...

Zayne's eyes shot open, and he reared his head backwards. A terrible mistake on his part, but certainly not worse than the one he'd just made. His head swam.

Hands came to steady him. They were warm. Soft. Safe.

"Zayne..." You murmured, "Please sit down."

With staggered steps and you as a cane, he found himself collapsing onto his sofa, back pressing into the cushions like he was sinking into them. His chest rose and fell, and his skin felt hot and clammy. He didn't like it. He didn't understand it. He couldn't control it.

His breathing picked up.

He didn't like it.

Weak hands came to tug at his shirt. He was too warm. His skin prickled where his shirt clung to him. He felt like he had a noose around his throat. He scratched. His clumsy hands slipped off the buttons and tie like a car on an icy road, bound to lose control.

He submerged himself beneath the ice.

"It's all right," A soft whisper entered his ear. Your voice, a safe haven against the relentless blizzard that pierced his skin.

The noose around his throat loosened. Cold air blanketed his boiling skin. His back let the fabric over the sofa, and when he returned to it, his bare skin brushed against the material. He furrowed his brows. You'd taken off his shirt and tie.

It was quiet now. There were no more clinking glances and lively chatter. Only the silence of the night and the sound of breathing. Yours or his, he didn't know. Blearily, he opened his eyes and saw your blurred figure.

You leaned close, "That's it, just breathe."

Your perfume entered his nose, and he sucked in a harsh breath. You were like a drug, threatening every inch of his control. The urge to clutch your hips and pull you on top of him raged in his chest. Once he got a bit of you, he'd never let you go.

Zayne was a greedy man.

"W-What happened?" He rasped.

"Greyson called me over and asked me to check on you because you'd disappeared outside," You murmured. "You were standing there, muttering about how you wanted to go home. Then, I realised you were drunk."

"Drunk?" Zayne breathed, twisting the thought in his aching mind.

"Not badly. You hide it well. But I was surprised because I thought you didn't like alcohol in large amounts," You hummed, resting your hand on his forehead, brushing his hair out of his face.

He realised the feeling, wanted more of it. Wanted too much more.

He sighed deeply, "I don't."

"Then why'd you drink it?" You tilted your head, confused. 

Because he couldn't stand the sight of you touching others, knowing he craved to touch you so much more.

You looked beautiful in the moonlight. Creamy blue light cast upon your features, highlighting cheekbone and nose and eyes. Your eyes gleamed. Zayne felt like he was staring at an angel, a divine entity that decided to take pity on his miserable plight.

He was a man who wanted to feel but was terrified of feeling.

"I─ Don't trouble yourself," He turned to look away.

You grasped his jaw, forcing it forward so he had to look at you, "Don't look away from me. Something's been bothering you for a while," He tried to jerk away from your hands' hold, but your grip only tightened. "Don't avoid me."

His eyes drifted down to your hands. He wanted them. He wanted to hold them, to kiss them, to pin them, to put them on him. He swallowed harshly, spikes of ice in his throat freezing his throat.

You took notice of his attention, "Is it me? I know you're really cautious about touch.  I've been trying my best to go at your pace, I swear, but if I've made you uncomfortable...Oh, my Go─"

You flinched away from him. Horrified at the thought of horrifying him. 

"I'm so sorry─"

Zayne lurched forward to grasp your hand in his own. His heart was hammering in his chest. His mouth was dry, and he was struggling, flailing helplessly. He needed to explain; he needed you to understand that you weren't making him uncomfortable. You never could; you made him feel better than anyone else. No, the issue was his.

"Zayne..." You whispered.

He clutched your hands in his, eyes trained on yours.

"I am a selfish man," He began, scathingly, "Gluttonous to a fault. I cannot simply have part of a thing and not want the rest of it.  Greed compels me to want more. I find it easier to abstain entirely from that which I want in its entirety."

You furrowed your brows, "Meaning?"

"Meaning I want you. All of you," Zayne confessed, "I don't want small, domestic touches. Like a lecherous fool, I want to possess you and be possessed in return. I want every inch of you to be mine. And I know if I touch you, I won't stop until every part of you is marked by me, mind, body, soul."

You were silent for a moment.

"You talk like you need to have the restraint of a god," You murmured.

Zayne licked his lips, "When it comes to you, I do. Nothing has ever tested me the way you do."

"But I don't want a god," You smiled, "I want a man. Weak and flawed. Passionate and desiring. Loving and intimate. I want you."

"I won't let you go," He rasped.

"Good. Because I won't let you go," You promised.

Somewhere, the ice spires in his heart shattered.

Zayne yanked his hand out of yours. It shot up, wrapped itself around the back of your neck and tugged forward. Onto his waiting lips. Your squeak of surprise was swallowed by his kiss, his lips colliding with yours in a fierce passion you'd never felt. Zayne was not slow, nor was he gentle; he was far too starved for civility.

His fingers clutched the back of your neck as he pulled you further into him. His other hand slipped to your waist to tug you forward onto his lap. There was wine on your lips, and he licked at them to savour the taste.

Your hands caressed up his chest. He shivered delightfully at the touch, pressing into your palms. He felt delirious, ravenous, insatiable. Your perfume flooded his nose, and he wanted to leave marks where you'd sprayed it. Your neck, your wrists, your knees, your ankles. He'd mark you in every way.

His rhythm was an unforgiving one, but you matched it with enthusiasm. Tongues and teeth clashing as your lips met over and over again. Zayne would leave your lips brusied with his affection, he decided. No one would doubt your relationship. No one would doubt his love for you.

Your hand slipped into his hair, tugging lightly. He grunted and kissed your lips again. You tugged again. Harder.  He pulled away, studying your flushed features. 

You grinned giddily, "I think we should take this to the bedroom, yeah?"

"That sounds like an excellent idea, Angel," Zayne smiled.

Taglist: @kaiofhobbiton @miffysoo @glitterykingdomangel @sylusqt @welpthisisboring @silver--47

[verstappenverse]

oh i think i have a request 🤭 maybe max starts to date reader cause of a bet but he ends up actually falling in love with her…kinda angst but maybe fluffy and happy ending as well?

The Bet and The Fall

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Max starts dating you on a bet never expecting to fall for you, but as your relationship grows he must confront the fallout of his careless gamble.

4k words / Masterlist

You never thought the end of your year would involve Max Verstappen.

The first time you saw him, he’d been exactly what you expected. Quick wit, easy smirk, and just enough arrogance to carry the weight of his success. He’d walked into the bar with a confidence that commanded attention, his laughter spilling into the room like it belonged there. And maybe it did.

You didn’t think much of him then. He was just another face, another fleeting encounter on a night out. But fate or something cruelly ironic had other plans.

It started with an accident, a spill of your drink when you turned too quickly, bumping straight into him. His reflexes were sharp, of course, the glass never hit the ground.

"Smooth," he’d said, voice tinged with amusement as he set the glass down.

You’d laughed it off, brushing away your embarrassment. "Thanks for the save. You’re faster off track than I thought."

That had earned a raised brow and a crooked grin. "You know who I am?"

"I’m not living under a rock."

Max shrugged, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You don’t look like the type who goes to parties like this.”

Your laugh was genuine, surprising even yourself. “And what does that mean exactly?”

"Nothing bad." he said, watching you closely. "But I’m good at reading people."

"And what do you read from me?"

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just… you seem like you’re trying to figure out how you ended up here.”

“You’re not wrong,” you admitted, glancing around the room. “I’m here because my friend insisted. Apparently I need to ‘live a little.’”

Max’s smile widened, and there was something disarming about it, “And are you? Living a little?”

You shrugged, feeling oddly at ease despite the absurdity of the situation. “I guess I am now.”

He’d offered to replace your drink, and you’d let him, thinking it was nothing more than a kind gesture. He shifted slightly closer, the noise of the party fading into the background as the two of you talked.

The conversation flowed more easily than you expected. Max was charming in a way that felt unpolished, his humour dry and his smile boyish despite the confidence he carried. He asked questions about you, what you did, where you were from, and he actually seemed interested in your answers.

At some point, you forgot who he was. You forgot that you were talking to someone whose life was splashed across headlines and social media. And when your best friend eventually came to drag you away, Max had looked genuinely disappointed.

When he asked for your number as you were standing up to leave, you hesitated.

"I don’t usually do this," you admitted, handing him your phone anyway.

"I don’t either," he replied, though the glint in his eyes made you doubt that.

Still, he’d texted you the next day and slowly things started to unfold.

What you didn’t know at the time was that across the room someone had been watching the entire interaction with a smirk plastered on their face.

Max had been sitting at a table with his friends earlier that night, a drink in his hand and an argument brewing. It wasn’t unusual competitive personalities clashed even off the track. But tonight Daniel had been relentless, poking at Max’s habits, his so-called inability to "settle down."

"You don’t even know how to date properly," Daniel joked. "I bet you wouldn’t last two weeks with a normal girl."

Max rolled his eyes. "And what does that even mean?"

"It means," Daniel said, grin widening, "you’re all about control. You don’t let anyone in unless you’ve already decided it’s worth your time. Where’s the fun in that? Where’s the spontaneity?"

Max scoffed. "You’re talking like I don’t know how to have a real relationship."

"Because you don’t," Daniel shot back, laughing. "Prove me wrong. Bet you wouldn’t last a month with someone who isn’t already part of your world. No models, no influencers, no one born into racing. A normal person. You’d combust."

Max leaned back, unimpressed. "I could date anyone I wanted."

Daniel’s eyes gleamed with mischief. "Alright, Verstappen. Prove it." He gestured toward the bar, where you stood unaware of their gaze. "Her. One month. Bet you can’t do it."

Max followed Daniel’s line of sight, lips twitching as he took you in. You were laughing at something a friend had said, head tossed back, easy and unguarded. There was no designer handbag, no polished effort to impress.

Max smirked, arrogance slipping easily into his voice. "Easy."

"Oh, is it?" Daniel teased. "She doesn’t look like the type to fall for your usual tricks mate."

"She’ll fall," Max said, confidence unwavering. "They always do."

Daniel arched an eyebrow. "Alright then." He held out his hand. "If you pull it off drinks are on me for the rest of the year."

Max clasped Daniel’s hand without hesitation. "Deal."

What he didn’t anticipate was how easy it would be to approach you or how different you would be from what he expected. When he wandered over to the bar, leaning casually against the counter, he didn’t have to try hard to strike up a conversation. You were warm, quick-witted, and entirely uninterested in the weight of his name.

You didn’t look at him like he was Max Verstappen, Formula 1 World Champion. You looked at him like he was just a guy who spilled your drink and owed you a new one. It caught him off guard, that refreshing lack of pre-tense.

Max had meant for it to be a game, a challenge to prove his point. What he didn’t realise then was that he’d just placed a bet against his own heart. And for the first time in his life, he was about to lose.

Looking back, you’d wonder if you should have noticed the cracks sooner.

Everything felt perfect. Max was attentive, charming, and surprisingly easy to talk to. He wasn’t just the Max Verstappen the world saw he was softer with you, more thoughtful. He’d remember small details, how you liked your coffee, the book you were reading, the song stuck in your head.

He made you laugh too, really laugh, the kind that bubbled up unexpectedly, catching you off guard, leaving your cheeks aching and your stomach fluttering. And when he kissed you for the first time his hands cradled your face, careful and deliberate, like he was afraid you might slip through his fingers if he wasn’t gentle enough. There was something almost reverent about the way he touched you, like he was holding something fragile, something precious, something he wasn’t sure he deserved but wasn’t willing to let go of either, and when he finally pulled back, his forehead resting lightly against yours, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw, you realised something terrifying.

You had fallen fast, and you had fallen hard.

What you didn’t know was that Max hadn’t expected to fall at all.

A month came and went, but by then Max wasn’t counting anymore. The bet was long forgotten, buried under the weight of late-night conversations, stolen glances, and the way your laugh seemed to echo in his mind long after you were gone.

At first, it was easier to ignore the way something shifted in his chest whenever you were around, the way his mind drifted to you even in moments when he should have been focused. He told himself it was just intrigue, a fleeting distraction that would fade once the bet was over. But then, moment by moment, the reality became impossible to ignore.

It was the way you laughed, unrestrained, unselfconscious. The kind of laugh that made people turn their heads, infectious and full of life. The way you talked with your hands, so animated and expressive that he found so captivating. The way you challenged him, never intimidated by his sharp edges or his reputation, meeting him head-on with quick wit, making him feel like he didn’t have to be Verstappen, the calculated driver, the public figure, with you he could just be Max.

He fell without realising it, like slipping into a warm bath, slow, comforting, inevitable.

The tipping point came on what should have been a regular, quiet evening at your place. You’d insisted on cooking dinner for him brushing off his protests about how he could just order something instead. The kitchen was chaos, vegetables half-chopped, sauce simmering too quickly, flour dusting your shirt, but you didn’t seem to care. You were too busy laughing at yourself, muttering about how you were definitely not cut out for MasterChef.

“Come on Verstappen,” you teased, tossing him an apron. “You can’t be a world champion and not know how to chop an onion.”

Max caught the apron midair, a mock look of horror on his face. “I don’t think that’s in the championship requirements.”

“Well it’s in mine,” you quipped, tying your own apron behind your back. “Get chopping.”

Max leaned against the counter, watching you with an expression that would have given him away in an instant if you’d turned to look at him.

“You’re staring,” you teased after a while.

He smirked. “Maybe I like what I’m seeing.”

You rolled your eyes, but the blush on your cheeks betrayed you.

It was a simple moment, but it lodged itself in Max’s chest like a permanent fixture. He knew then it wasn’t just intrigue or infatuation, he loved you. And that terrified him.

The closer you got, the harder it became for him to bury the truth. He tried telling himself it didn’t matter, the bet had been stupid, something meaningless that had quickly been replaced by something real. But every time he saw the trust in your eyes, every time you looked at him like he was the best thing to ever happen to you, the guilt churned in his stomach.

There were nights he barely slept, lying awake in bed with the weight of it pressing down on him. What if you found out? What if you looked at him with disgust, walked away without giving him the chance to explain? He couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t lose you.

Every moment with you, big or small, was another thread tying him closer to you. He didn’t know how it happened so fast, but he couldn’t imagine his life without you in it. You were his home, his safe place, and he was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you.

One evening, the two of you sat curled up on the couch in his Monaco apartment, a movie playing in the background that neither of you was paying much attention to. You rested your head on his chest, and he pressed a kiss to your hair, his heart aching with how perfect it felt.

But then you spoke. “You’re quiet tonight. Everything okay?”

The words made his chest tighten. You always noticed. Even the smallest shifts in his mood never escaped your attention.

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just tired.”

You tilted your head to look at him, your eyes searching his face. “Are you sure? You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

The guilt surged, and for a fleeting moment, he considered telling you. The words hovered on the tip of his tongue, but then he imagined the way your expression would change, the way you’d pull away from him, he couldn’t bear it.

Instead he leaned down to kiss you hoping it would be enough to distract you. You sighed into the kiss, your hands finding their way into his hair, and for a moment he let himself believe it was enough.

“I love you,” you murmured against his lips, your voice soft and certain.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. “I love you too,” he said, his voice trembling with the weight of everything he couldn’t say.

He adjusted the blanket over you and pressed another kiss to the top of your head. “Get some sleep liefje.”

Max buried the secret deeper after that night, convincing himself that it was better this way. You wouldn’t forgive him, he was sure of it, and he couldn’t risk losing you.

But the guilt didn’t go away. It lingered like a shadow, growing heavier with every passing day. He started overcompensating, showering you with affection, he’d buy you flowers every day, plan spontaneous dates, and do anything he could to keep you happy.

And it worked. You were happy. You loved him. And Max loved you so much it hurt.

The fear of losing you consumed him. It drove him to be better, to be the man you deserved, but it also ate away at him. He avoided certain conversations, terrified that you’d somehow stumble upon the truth. He cut Daniel off sharply whenever he brought up the bet, even if you were nowhere near, his tone cold and final.

“Don’t,” he snapped when Daniel jokingly mentioned it in passing. “It’s not funny.”

Daniel raised his hands in surrender, the mere mention of the bet made Max’s chest tighten, the fear creeping back in. He couldn’t let you find out because Max knew one thing with absolute certainty, if you ever did he’d lose you.

No matter how hard he tried the fallout was inevitable.

The night had started out like any other, one of those glitzy, over-the-top events Max had to attend where champagne flowed like water and conversations were laced with artificial charm. You had never particularly liked these parties, but for Max you endured them.

Maybe that’s why you had stepped outside. The ballroom was too loud, too stifling, too full of people who smiled too widely and spoke in half-truths. You had wanted air, a moment to breathe away from it all, and then you heard it.

Max’s voice, unmistakable even in the distance, low and edged with something uncharacteristically uneasy. You followed it instinctively, your heels clicking against the marble floors as you rounded the corner toward the balcony. You weren’t eavesdropping, at least that wasn’t the intention but something in his tone made you pause just before stepping into view.

"I didn’t think it’d go this far," Max said, his voice quiet with exasperation. "It was a stupid bet Daniel. A fucking drunk, meaningless bet. And now I—now she—”

His words cut off abruptly like he couldn't even bring himself to say it out loud, but the damage was already done.

Your heart stopped.

The world seemed to tilt under your feet, the music and laughter from the party fading into white noise. Bet. The word hit you like a punch to the stomach, knocking the air from your lungs.

You didn’t hear the rest. You didn’t need to.

A choked breath escaped your lips before you could stop it, and that tiny sound was enough to break whatever bubble of secrecy Max had been operating in. His head snapped toward you, his eyes widening in alarm as he registered your presence.

"Shit," he muttered, his entire body tensing.

You didn’t wait for an explanation. Your feet were already moving, the panic clawing at your throat as you turned on your heel and pushed past the doors leading inside. You needed to get out.

"Wait—"

Max was already chasing after you, shoving past Daniel, who muttered a quiet curse calling out for Max as he realised what had just happened, but Max didn’t hear him, or maybe he didn’t care. His focus was on you weaving through the crowd as you dodged between people your vision blurred with tears.

When Max found you, you were already halfway out the entrance.

"Wait," he called, his voice raw with panic. "Please just listen it's not what you think—"

"Don’t," you bit out, whirling to face him. "Don’t insult me by pretending this wasn’t exactly what it looks like."

His face crumpled, "It wasn’t supposed to be like this."

"Then what was it supposed to be Max?" Your voice shook, the weight of betrayal pressing down on your chest. "A joke? Something to laugh about with your friends? A game to pass the time until you got bored?"

"No," he said stepping forward, hands reaching for you like he could fix this if he just got close enough. "At first-when we first met I…it doesn’t matter, but not anymore. Not for a long time. I swear, I didn’t mean for this to happen-"

"But it did," you cut him off, voice breaking under the weight of it all. "And you let it happen. You let me believe in this, in you, while you knew—"

"I fell for you too," he rasped, his desperation tangible. "I swear to god, I did. And now I can't—" His breath hitched, words failing him. "I can’t imagine my life without you."

"Stop," you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks. "You don’t get to say that. Not now. Not when this," you gestured between you, "was built on a lie."

His wiped away his own tear that had fallen. "But we were happy, that was real." he pleaded, voice breaking. "I tried so fucking hard to make you happy everyday, to make everything perfect. Doesn’t that count for something?"

You let out a hollow laugh, shaking your head as fresh pain sliced through you. "No, Max. It doesn’t. Because it was never real. You don’t get to build something on a lie and then act like the good parts outweigh the truth."

He reached for you again, but you stepped back, the distance between you feeling impossibly vast.

"I can't do this, Max. I can't be with someone who—" Your voice faltered. "Someone who made me love them knowing it was never real."

"It is real, I swear I lov-" he pleaded, but you just turned away.

And this time, when you walked away, you didn't look back.

Max tried everything to win you back. Texts, calls, presents, even showing up at your door unannounced. But you ignored him, too hurt to entertain the idea of forgiveness. It wasn’t until over a month later that he finally got through to you.

A knock at your door interrupted the quiet of your evening. You weren’t expecting anyone. And when you peeked through the peephole, your stomach twisted. Max, again.

You hesitated, fingers hovering over the lock, but before you could turn away his voice came through the door, muffled but unmistakably determined.

"I’m not leaving until you talk to me."

You sighed, pressing your forehead against the wood. A couple of weeks ago you would have let him sit there all night. Now, all you felt was confused. But… you unlocked it, pulling it open just enough that you could stand in the door.

"Max—"

"Wait," he cut in gently, his eyes desperate. "Please. Just let me say this."

"I messed up," he admitted, his voice raw with regret. "I know I did. And part of me wishes I could go back and never agree to the stupid bet, to stop it before it ever started." He swallowed hard, his eyes searching yours. "But I can’t. And the truth is… I don’t know if I’d want to."

You reached for the door, but he pressed on.

"Because the bet led me to you. And I don’t regret that. I regret lying. I regret hurting you. But I could never regret you." His voice broke slightly. "I love you. Not because of some stupid decision, but because of who you are."

He took a step closer to the door careful, like he knew he was balancing on a knife’s edge.

"Because of the way you ramble when you're excited. The way you always text me when you see something that reminds you of me, no matter how small. The way you—" He let out a shaky breath. "The way you make me feel like I've finally found something that matters more than everything I ever thought I wanted”

"I know I don’t deserve another chance," he continued, voice softer now. "But if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that I’m not the guy who made that bet. I’m the guy who loves you. And I swear, I will never stop trying to be better for you."

Silence wrapped around you both. You swallowed hard, fighting against the warmth creeping into the cracks he had just reopened. "You had months Max. Months to tell me the truth. And you didn’t. You let me find out like that…why?”

His fingers twitched at his sides, and for a long moment he just stared at the ground, his breath coming uneven.

"Because I was scared," he admitted, "scared that if I told you, I’d lose you. That you’d look at me like you did that night, like I was just a mistake you regretted. I kept telling myself I’d find the right time, that I’d make it up to you before you ever had to know, and I fell for you, really fell, and suddenly telling you felt like handing you a reason to walk away."

For all the ways you wanted to stay angry, to hold onto the betrayal, there was something devastating about the way he said it.

"So you lied instead," you murmured.

His lips pressed together, his head bowing slightly. "I did. And it was the worst decision I’ve ever made." His eyes lifted back to yours, full of something desperate. "But I swear to you, losing you showed me exactly what kind of man I never want to be again."

"I don’t know if I can trust you again," you whispered.

Max nodded, no trace of frustration, just quiet determination. "I’ll earn it," he vowed. "No matter how long it takes."

Your gaze flickered to the flowers in his hands. Slowly, hesitantly, you reached out, fingertips brushing against his as you took them.

It wasn’t a yes. Not yet.

But it wasn’t a no, either.

And the way his lips parted slightly, the hope in his eyes you knew he’d wait for as long as you needed. A beat passed before you sighed and pushed the door open wider.

"Come in, just for a bit."

He paused, like he was afraid to move too fast, but the second you stepped back he followed slipping inside. You set the flowers down on the counter, fingers brushing over the petals as you tried to steady yourself.

"You’ve been eating right?" he asked a flicker of that familiar concern in his expression.

You huffed a small, reluctant laugh. "Seriously? That’s your first question after all that?"

Max shrugged, tentative in his smile. "I’ve been worried."

You rolled your eyes, but your chest ached in a way you hadn’t let yourself acknowledge in weeks. You had missed him, his presence, his quiet care, the way he always paid attention to the little things.

"Yes, I’ve been eating," you said, shifting your weight awkwardly.

"Good." He nodded, then hesitated. "Can I—sit?"

You hesitated to, then gave him a small nod. "Yeah. Just… don’t push your luck."

Max smiled at that, he walked over to the couch sitting at the far end, after a moment you sat down to, tucking your legs beneath you. Neither of you spoke at first. The air still felt heavy, but not unbearable. Max rubbed his palms over his thighs, glancing at you before looking away again.

"This is weird," you admitted.

"Yeah," he agreed, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "But not bad, right?"

You exhaled, staring down at your hands. "Not bad."

His grin widened, "Let’s order something, whatever you want.” his voice dropped, teasing. "Just don’t steal my fries."

"Who says I’d want your fries?" you murmured.

Max smirked. "You always want my fries."

You huffed dramatically, turning your attention back to your phone. "Fine. I’ll order my own. Happy?"

"Not yet," he murmured, the teasing edge in his voice softening into something else. "But I’m getting there."

You chuckled, rolling your eyes, but the warmth creeping into your chest was impossible to ignore. No, it wasn’t forgiveness. Not yet. But later when Max stole a fry from your box, grinning at you like he hadn’t just started a war you realised it was a start, a real one.

[itsrlymine]

BABEE GUESS WHATT!! GUESS WHO'S BEEN MANIFESTING HER DREAM LIFE IN LESS THAN A MONTH!! 🤭🤭

So like 2-3 weeks ago I was in a rut. Just to give some info, my parents work in another city but always visit home frequently though I have to live with my toxic grandmother with my cousin's toxic parents and I have a feeling I've been manifesting them being more and more negative to me because I've been witnessing how powerful I was with manifestation and stuff but never held the steering wheel on it. Hate them, but anyways.

3 weeks ago, dad had to go back to the city for work while my mother was working from home. My grandmother is (or was) REALLY REALLY clingy or something so she didn't allow my mother to go back to the city and bring me with her because she didn't want us to leave, AS IF she didn't rot both of our self-esteems with her generational trauma. But I was like "okay, no, no no no. We are going to the city. We will have the best redemption summer. The best glowup.. Who said we weren't?" And not even 4 days later, me and my mother both left and now I get to live my summer 🎉🎉🎉

A few days later, I wanted to get into meditation and use that to create my dream self and my dream life. I ASSUMED THAT I HAD LOW ATTENTION SPAN, until I was like "wait what? What do you meannn, meditating is so easy, like it's actually so dumb to think it isn't because it's just.. What?? Don't I meditate all the time??" (And honestly it's not even an assumption, all of us meditate when we are zoning out, daydreaming, or even when we are trying to go to sleep.) Sooo I've been rampaging, using SATs, and using the law of assumption while meditating. This has reduced my phone addiction so I've been making time for lots of things. I've applied to a baking class, and a pilates class. And I've been changing my physical appearance.. No, I'm not talking dresses or something. I'm talking about: hair growth. An hourglass figure. My nose has been getting smaller. Ofc, I've been manifesting while meditating and even to my sleep, this is very very possible.

I HEALED MY SCOLIOSIS!! "Scoliosis can't be cured" say that to my face. Yes you can.

Long story short, I can meditate for 2 hours, have been reaching out to others with meditation, and then eventually other things like personal hobbies, have been educating myself with things I want to learn and have also been earning a little bit of money on pinterest, and since I've been reaching out to people with my same interests,I've been socializing all the time and.. Yk what? I'm going to a rich party next week. A YACHT PARTY. ✨✨

A YACHT PARTY.

I SAW THE GUEST LIST AND.. I see a cute and handsome guy. That has rich parents. Updating when he's my boyfriend.

YESS YES YESSSSSSSS OMG BABE WTF I LOVE THIS. all these successes are so freakin amazing girl yes whattttt. all it takes is trust yourself and everything else falls in place. I love this so much for you and I'm looking forward to more stories you have to tell!!! congrats babe.

[littlegrapejuice]

Grid Mum 9 | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: You had one goal during the break between Silverstone and Spa - relax and recharge - but it seemed like the universe always had a knack to never let you catch your breath.

Author's Note: this one was so fun to write hehe and yes it's absolutely bc i could include h*rner getting fired🤭 this didn't feature the rookies at first but then i was like "fuck this is my grid mum fic, i need to try and include them somehow" so i went and added a bit of chaos at the end of this chap!

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Three days.

That’s all it took following the British Grand Prix for drama to happen.

You were just waking up, taking advantage of being home to sleep in a bit – sleeping until noon wasn’t just a bit, but you deserved it so who cared. You turned to the side, noticing that the space next to you was empty. This meant that Max was already up, and your first guess was that he was in the simulator. You hoped that you could convince him to take a break now that you were awake as well, so you left the comfort of your bed to make your way towards the living room.

Bingo, you thought when you saw the back of Max’s head while he was racing in Spa. You wished that you could admire his dedication to prepare for the next race, but right now you just wanted your boyfriend to spend a bit of time with you.

Because Max wasn’t currently streaming, his camera was off and he didn’t notice you when you went to stand behind him. He was solely focused on his race, and you could only imagine the serious expression on his face as he was taking the last corners of the circuit. He seemed satisfied with his performance as he nodded to himself before stretching his arms a bit. Finally sensing your presence, Max leaned back against his seat, as he looked up at you.

“Hi”, you said with a smile.

Max’s expression softened at the sight of you, and he couldn’t help the matching smile that appeared on his face.

“Hey, have you been standing here long?”

“Just enough to know that you’re winning the next grand prix.”

“That’s a bold prediction”, Max teased as he was back to looking at the screen to turn everything off.

“Excuse me for believing that my boyfriend who won the race three times in a row can win again.”

“Well, I didn't win last year so my streak ended. But thank you for the vote of confidence.”

Max was finally out of the simulator, which you really appreciated as you were now able to get your morning kisses. Max’s hands went to hold your waist before he leaned down to kiss you, and you could feel his smile on your lips as you brought your arms up to put them around his shoulders.

“I have faith you can make your tractor work even if the team puts you on the worst tyres again,” you said before leaning in for another kiss.

You thought that you would be getting several more, but Max froze after hearing your words. You were talking as if the next race would go as usual, like nothing had changed, and he realised that you didn’t know yet.

You were about to complain when Max pulled back a bit, but you noticed his confused look.

“What?” You asked.

“Have you looked at your phone?”

“Well, no? Sorry for going straight to see you after I wake up”, you said with a chuckle. “God forbid I wanna look at my boyfriend before a screen.”

Max debated just telling you right now, or going to grab his phone to show you directly, but he thought that you would enjoy the full experience and that you deserved to have it.

“Just go get your phone.”

“Okay…?”

You thought that he was being a bit cryptic right now, but you trusted that it was for a good reason. So you went back to the bedroom, and grabbed your phone that was on the nightstand before turning it on. By the time you were back to the living room, Max had disappeared into the kitchen. He came back quickly enough with your water bottle – the one bearing the effigy of Red Bull Racing that you always left in the fridge to constantly have cold water – which he was ready to give to you.

“Wait, no. What if you’re distracting me with the phone thing, and then I drink this without noticing that you’ve poisoned it?” Your crazy theory made Max laugh, while you suspiciously looked at him. “I’m not going to multitask until I know what you’re planning.”

“You act like this is some elaborate trap to trick you; as if you weren’t the one who filled it yesterday.” Although amused at your reaction for now, Max decided to put your bottle down on the table while he sat on the couch. He just had to wait for you to finally see the news.

“What am I supposed to be looking at? Or, looking for?” You wondered. Your phone was now showing your home screen – a picture of Max on the podium, from his first win after you started dating – and you waited for further instructions from Max.

“Just open Instagram. If you’re lucky, your feed will show you everything in the right order.”

Again, very cryptic. Still, you obliged and opened the application.

Nothing had prepared you for the first post that appeared before your eyes: Christian Horner leaves Red Bull with immediate effect.

You couldn’t even speak, as your only reaction was to look at Max for confirmation. Even if it was the F1 official account that had posted it, you couldn’t believe it to be real.

“Keep scrolling”, Max told you. “It’s not the only thing.”

The post below was enough to make your eyes go even wider if it was possible: Laurent Mekies to take over Red Bull CEO duties. Thinking that good things always came in threes, you scrolled again to see if there was a third part to this. And there was one indeed: Alan Permane promoted to Team Principal.

“You should’ve led with that! Just tell me directly next time!”

“You mean next time my team principal gets sacked?”

“Well, no! Now I don’t want this to ever happen again”, you clarified. “I like Laurent, way more than Horner.”

“You like everyone way more than Horner.”

“Can you blame me?”

Max shook his head with a laugh, already getting ready for your next words.

“Is Helmut Marko next?” You innocently asked.

There it is, Max thought. He should’ve bet on this question, certain that you would mention the other man whom you hated severely disliked.

“Guess you’ll have to wait to find out,” Max replied.

“So it’s a yes? Do you know something I don’t?”

“I always know things you don’t.”

“Well, I don’t like that.” You pretended to be offended. “Sharing is caring, especially when the info would make me happy.”

“I shared this one, didn’t I?”

“Barely”, you argued. “But now that I know, the celebrations can happen.”

“Should I be scared?”

“What? No!” Although your mouth denied it, the mischief in your eyes said otherwise. “Just thinking of opening the champagne, I don’t know.”

“It’s not even one in the afternoon.”

“We’re already late, then. Should’ve started drinking to that the second the news dropped.”

“You’re impossible”, Max said with a sigh.

“And still not drinking”, you added while making your way to the kitchen in the least subtle way.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Max followed behind you. The bottle he had brought you was now abandoned in the living-room, and would definitely not be drunk by you anytime soon. Thankfully, you did not actually open a bottle of champagne as you decided to settle on some Champomy instead – Max didn’t even know that you had this in the kitchen, but he didn’t complain if it meant that you weren’t getting drunk before lunch.

After pouring two drinks, you gave one of the glasses to Max and raised yours.

“To the best breaking news in F1 this year!”

“Cheers to that”, Max said before tipping his glass in your direction and drinking its content.

As you quickly refilled your glass once it was empty, you thought about something.

“You know what’s everyone gonna say: did they fire him to make you stay, or because they already lost you?” You had seen the comments online, as people had been making theories for weeks before today's events had happened.

“They can speculate all they want, I'm not saying anything more than I’ve been saying during the past few races.”

“Well, I’m still going to wish you luck. They definitely won’t leave you alone during the next grand prix.”

“Unfortunately, I’ve been used to it for years. As long as I know, I don’t really care about people’s theories. Rumours are rumours for a reason,” he added with a shrug.

“Cheers to that, then.”

“I feel like you’ll cheer to anything now that you’ve started drinking.”

“Gotta finish the bottle now that it’s opened,” you told Max before winking at him. “I’m not letting it go bad.”

“Sure, that’s the only reason.” Even though Max rolled his eyes at your words, there was still a ghost of a smirk on his face. He could express his fake annoyance all he wanted, but he still hadn’t put his glass away nonetheless.

Even though Max’s first reaction when learning about the news had been far from celebrating it – Christian Horner was still the one who had helped him become a four-times world champion, he would still indulge you and not comment on it when you eventually told him that you were ordering a cake for the occasion.

He almost thought that you were going to throw a party, but you didn’t and just settled on texting Liam as well as Yuki to express your joy. Thankfully, it seemed to satisfy you and you were now ready to go on with your day as it was originally planned: packing for your well-deserved holiday with Max.

…..

You and Max had only been in Italy for a day and a half when you got the confirmation: Jannik Sinner and Carlos Alcaraz would once again play against each other in a Grand Slam final. You were currently on Max’s yacht, somewhere in Sardinia, as you had just witnessed Jannik Sinner win his semi-final against Novak Djokovic – a quick match in straight sets.

“Max!” You called as soon as the match had ended. You had stayed inside all afternoon to watch tennis – having first started with Carlos Alcaraz winning against Taylor Fritz – while Max had been resting outside and occasionally popping in either for a drink or just to check on you. “Max! Max!” Being too impatient, you left the comfort of the couch and went outside to find your boyfriend.

“What?” He eventually replied when he heard your footsteps approaching on the deck.

“He won!” You exclaimed, a bright smile on your face.

“Who?”

“Is the smile on my face not enough to guess?”

“Yeah, probably. I guess it’s Jannik, then?” Seeing you nod in excitement, Max couldn’t help but feel glad for you. Your joy was contagious, and he couldn’t not appreciate seeing you so happy. “He’s gonna play against the Spanish one, right?”

“Yeah, Carlos. Roland-Garros rematch”, you explained.

Max nodded to show you that he was listening as you then started rambling about the stakes of the match – something about a winning streak and haunted narrative – and how you wouldn’t survive if Jannik lost once again only a month after his previous match against Carlos. Now truly noticing how invested you were, Max had to interrupt you to ask the million-dollar question:

“Do you wanna go?”

“What?”

“The match,” he clarified. “Do you wanna go? I know you didn’t get to see their previous one, but I can try and get us tickets for this one – well, more like invitations.”

“It’s literally in two days.”

“So?” Max just wanted to hear you say ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Because if you really wanted to go, he would have the jet ready to take you both to London in a heartbeat if it meant that it would make you happy – Max would do anything for your smile.

“We’ve only been here for a day, though. It feels like a waste to leave so early.”

“We’re not that far,” he stated. “Quick Sunday trip; we’ll be back here before you know it.”

“I don’t know…” You wanted to say yes, you really did. But this was supposed to be a peaceful holiday spent with Max. A way to take a break from everything that was happening outside, while you two would be in your own little bubble for a bit.

As you were internally debating with yourself, Max was simply watching you and waiting for your reply. He knew you. He knew you wanted to go, but would say no for his sake. And even if it would make you happier than ever to go see the match, he knew you also cared about being here with him.

“I’ll be fine,” you eventually said.

“Sure”? Max asked, giving you one more chance to change your mind – he would honestly accept you doing so on Sunday morning as he would definitely still be ready to take you to England until the very last minute.

“Yeah”, you confirmed with a nod. “We’ll watch it here, together. Just the two of us, away at sea. That way, no one will hear me screaming every time Jannik scores.”

“Okay, we’ll do that.”

“Now, move over. I need to catch up on my tan while there’s still sunlight.” A smile was back on your face as you nudged Max’s leg with your foot. Despite all the space there was on the deck, you still wanted to lie down right beside him and you wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Yes, ma’am.” Max rolled his eyes at your attitude, but he still shifted a bit to the side so that you could lay right beside him.

This is it, you thought as you felt Max put his arm behind you on the back of the sunbed. This was the peace and quiet you had both seeked out by coming here. The break you deserved. The rest that you had desperately needed.

Feeling more relaxed than ever, you closed your eyes. Basking in the sun’s warmth with the man you loved right next to you? Yeah, nothing could beat that right now.

…..

You thought that this – sleeping, eating, tanning, forcing Max to watch tennis, swimming, then doing it all over again – would be your plan for the next week and a half. But it seemed that Max had other ideas for the two of you.

On Sunday afternoon, Max told you to switch your bikini for an actual outfit. He didn’t explain why, and just said that there was a place near the coast that he had wanted to visit. Well, that was news to you. Max hadn’t expressed a wish to go to a specific location – especially one that wasn’t at sea – when you had planned your yacht trip, and you really wondered what it was about.

“You remember the final is soon, right? We can’t miss it, Max.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he reassured you. “We’ll be in front of a screen to watch it, I promise you.”

A screen, he had said. Max had never specified which screen, so you couldn’t be mad at him when it just so happened to be a massive one that had been set up in the middle of a random village's square.

“Max, why are we here?” You asked him as you noticed the hundreds of chairs laid out in front of the screen.

Looking around, you started to notice more details – a kid with the Italian flag painted on his cheeks, a group of friends loudly chatting about aces and match points, an old lady showing off her parasol bearing the effigy of Wimbledon that she definitely had bought ages ago.

But the realisation came a couple minutes later, when the screen lit up and people gasped in excitement when a grass court appeared on it. If you had a ring to do so, you would get down on one knee here and now to beg Max to marry you – that’s how much you felt in love with him at that moment. Immediately turning to Max, who was harbouring a proud grin, you had to make sure you weren’t mistaking the situation:

“Is this for real?”

“Depends on what this is.”

“Maaax,” you whined as you dragged out the syllable. “Are we really watching the final here?”

“Yeah, we are.” Taking your hand, Max led you between the chairs before he found ones that were still free. “Figured it could be nice to take advantage of the fact that we’re in Italy while the country’s champion is probably playing the match of his career.”

“Well, he is.”

Turning around to look for the origin of the unknown voice, your eyes met the ones of the woman who was sitting behind you. She looked around your age and, noticing the same thing about you, she gave you a warm smile.

“Sorry to interrupt”, she said before standing up and dragging her chair on the ground to now sit on your right. “I guess you guys aren’t from around here?”

“You’re right”, you replied. “Just here for a holiday.”

“Makes sense. It’s not a race weekend, so…” When she saw Max tense at her words behind you, she chuckled. “Relax, it’s such a tiny village here that either no one realises who you are or they just don’t care. Today is all about tennis anyway.”

And just like that, you now had a best friend for the next three hours. After introducing yourselves to each other – even Max had done so, you then spent the entire match talking. Max would throw in a comment or two from time to time as he was loosely following your conversation with your fellow tennis fan, but he mostly just listened. He could hear the smile on your face every time you would highlight a good point, and was more than happy whenever he did see it as he sometimes turned to look at you.

He couldn’t help the way his expression softened every time he glanced your way, as he noticed how your eyes lit up and how your grin never faltered. Max had never been a huge tennis guy himself, but for you? He would sit through a ten-hour long match if needed – yes, even if George Russell’s face would keep appearing on the screen every now and then.

And when the match eventually ended with the Italian coming out on top, that’s when Max knew bringing you here had been one of the best ideas of his life. Because the way you stood up, screaming so loud that you almost could lose your voice over it, was probably one of the happiest Max had ever seen you – maybe even happier than when he would win a race, but he didn’t mind.

The square erupted in cheers. Everyone hugged, no matter if they knew each other or not. There were no strangers today; just fans of the same sport, united by a shared joy. Even Max ended up in random group embraces from all around, which you laughed at when you noticed him patting a couple guys on the back.

People danced, drank, sang, and celebrated all evening the win of their national treasure. The atmosphere was easily rivaling one of a Ferrari podium at Monza - Italians knew how to party, there was no denying that.

And amongst the noise, you had eventually found solace in a quiet corner. Max was sitting next to you, a pizza on his lap from which you took a slice. You watched the celebrations getting calmer from afar, although there was still that feeling of euphoria floating around the square. You were still on cloud nine after Jannik’s victory, and you didn’t think that you would be able to forget that match – nor that day as a whole – anytime soon.

Later that night when you were back on the yacht with Max, you could only express your gratitude. Laying next to him on the bed, you turned on your side to face him.

“Thank you”, you quietly said as your voice was barely above a murmur. “You have no idea how much I enjoyed today.”

“I think I do”, Max argued as the memory of your grin flashed in his mind. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

“It was definitely more than just a good time. That was like– the best day of my life.”

“Better than Horner leaving Red Bull?” Max asked with a chuckle.

“Oh, for sure. That’s top five at least, but today was definitely top three.”

“What’s first on the list?” He wondered.

“Well, today was my favourite tennis player winning. But I think my favourite day is any day on which my favourite driver wins a race.”

“Sounds like a nice thing to experience. Any chance I know this guy who’s at the top?”

“Maybe”, you teased. “He’s the guy whom I’ll get to kiss within the next thirty seconds to thank him for that wonderful day.”

“Seems like a very lucky man.”

“He is. And he has a girlfriend who also feels very lucky to have him”, was the last thing you said before closing the gap between you and Max.

The kiss wasn’t a heated one, nor was it one that would be leading to anything more tonight. But it was one in which you were pouring all the love you felt for Max, one to express how much you were grateful and thankful for him. Despite not going all the way to England to witness the match with your own eyes, Max had wanted to find an alternative that was as good – if not better if someone were to ask you – and that would still enable you to experience the joy of sharing this spectacular moment with others. And the fact that you had also been able to spend that moment with him? Well, that was definitely the cherry on top.

You had known for a while that Max was the love of your life. But today more than ever, you had felt so seen and so cherished that you knew. You knew you never wanted to ever let him go, and you could only hope that it was the same for him.

…..

By the time you got back to Monaco, you felt so disconnected to everything that you were almost forgetting about coming back to the real world. You knew you only had a couple days to enjoy at home before it would be time to fly to the Belgian Grand Prix. So as you were nearing your building, your only wish when entering the flat was to keep relaxing.

However, it seemed that it would probably be impossible. Because when you and Max made it inside, you realised that you weren’t alone. And you got confirmation of it when you reached the living room. While Gabriel was setting the table, Ollie was standing behind the couch as he hopped channels. Without a care in the world, Jack walked past you with a pot. As if everything was completely normal, the Aussie just smiled at you.

“Welcome back!” He said with excitement before putting the pot down on the table.

“You guys are early”, Liam complained as he had just arrived from the hallway with the vacuum cleaner in his hands. “I thought we had more time.”

“It’s fine, though.” Isack was following behind Liam while looking down at his watch. “We did most of what we wanted to do in record time.”

Now starting a group conversation together, the rookies were still acting as if it was normal for them to be here. Meanwhile, you and Max were speechless. Eventually, you broke out of your trance and interrupted them.

“Guys, what the hell are you doing here?” You could’ve asked more nicely, but there wasn’t time for that right now. “I want an answer, quick, as to why you thought you could break in and enter our flat.” You weren’t mad, but more like dumbfounded at their presence.

“Well, you gave us a key.”

“Correction, you gave Kimi a key.” Gabriel’s tone was sharp, as he looked at the youngest driver with daggers in his eyes. “Which I’m still not understanding why him and not me.”

“The key is for emergencies only”, you reminded them. “And we gave it to Kimi because we figured that him living in Italy would prevent any of those living in Monaco from getting in whenever they wanted.”

“But apparently, it seemed like Kimi wasn’t the best choice.” Max’s eyes were fixated on the Italian, as the meaning behind his words were obvious.

“Wait, no! I’m sorry”, Kimi apologised. “They forced me!” He then claimed while pointing at the other rookies in accusation.

“You little shit…” Ollie’s eyes were wide at the realisation that Kimi would betray his friends so easily. “As if you weren’t immediately on board with the idea of surprising them!”

“Everyone just stop talking now”, you ordered. With a sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair as you thought about your next move. “We came back here with the idea of relaxing, and I don’t want to waste all the other relaxing we did while on break. I’m giving you one chance to explain how long you’ve been there, exactly what you did in the flat, and why you believed that it was worth using the emergency key for it.”

Opening their mouths all at the same time, the rookies were ready to explain themselves and individually plead their case. Already sensing the chaos that it would lead to, Max prevented them from talking as he raised his hand.

“Not all at once,” he clarified. Scanning the rookies, his gaze then settled on one of them. “Jack, I trust you to be quick and concise.”

“Y–yeah”, he said before gulping from the pressure Max was putting on him. “Okay, so we knew you guys were coming back today because that’s something you told us after Silverstone. Meaning well, we thought it would make you guys happy to come back to a clean flat and a dinner ready because we imagined that you weren’t going to be motivated to take care of that after just being back from a holiday. So we all arrived around noon to dust everything” – Jack pointed to the vacuum in Liam’s hands – “do your laundry, buy groceries, prepare food” – he then pointed to the pot he had brought from the kitchen earlier on. “And yeah, that’s it.”

All nodding in agreement, the others were backing up Jack’s words. They really hadn’t thought that it would lead to that situation, but they were now realising that maybe it hadn’t been their brightest idea. While silently waiting for you and Max to come to a conclusion – you two were currently having a telepathic conversation to decide the next step, the rookies were sweating from stress.

Eventually, you finally broke your eye contact with Max and faced the rookies.

“We can’t argue that this isn’t super sweet of you to do all that for us.”

“But we weren’t joking around when we gave one purpose to the key,” Max added. “We’re willing to let you keep it, as long as we can be sure to trust you.”

Not knowing if they were actually allowed to speak up yet, the rookies chose to just nod in confirmation.

“We understand that this was supposed to be a surprise, and we do appreciate the effort.” Deep down, you were actually really happy to come back to a clean home and a dinner that honestly smelled delicious. “But next time, just tell us beforehand.”

“Even if it’s supposed to be a surprise?” Isack asked, his nervousness still obvious.

“Yes, even if that defeats the sole purpose of it. I love them – and you, but I’d feel more comfortable knowing ahead of time that people will enter the sanctity that is our flat.”

“The flat is sanctity, okay.” Making a mental note, Ollie nodded at the new knowledge that you really valued your home.

Thinking that the rookies had now all understood what you and Max had been unhappy with, you decided that it would still be nice to enjoy what they had taken time preparing for you.

“So, what’s for dinner? I hope you didn’t trash our kitchen to make a Michelin-star course”, you teased.

“Oh no, don’t worry. We kept it pretty simple”, Gabriel reassured. “You guys can enjoy what is definitely the best pasta of your life.”

“And I would know”, Kimi bragged.

“We also made a chocolate cake”, Ollie said. “And we bought fruits to keep it healthy – there’s some fresh juice in the fridge, by the way. What did we put in it, again?”

“Banana and strawberry in the first one”, Gabriel reminded. “And then, it’s peach with apricots in the second one.”

“You guys made a feast, okay. Well, what are we waiting for to eat?”

“Wait, the sauce! Oh my God…” Suddenly remembering about the last ingredient that hadn’t been ready yet when you and Max arrived, Jack panicked at the thought of it having burnt while you had all been talking. Soon coming back with a smaller pot, Jack sighed in relief when he looked at its content. “False alarm, sorry.”

“Now, you two are ready to eat. And we can finally leave you alone in peace,” Kimi announced.

“What do you mean alone?” Max wondered. “You did all that to not even spend the evening with us?”

“We didn’t want to impose”, Liam explained. “You two can have a nice couple’s night in.”

“I think you already did impose, though. Also, we spent the last week and a half just the two of us so we might enjoy some company.”

“Really?” The rookies marvelled at your invitation, excited at the prospect of spending some time with you and Max.

“Yeah, go sit before we change our mind.” Max motioned to the table, before he decided to get more plates and cutlery from the kitchen as he had just noticed that Gabriel had only set the table for two.

Now over the moon, the rookies all thanked you and Max for being so comprehensive and generous. They couldn’t believe that they were somehow getting away with it, and they now knew to never abuse your kindness ever again – the emergency key would definitely never be used again outside of its original purpose.

So much for relaxing at home, you thought before taking a seat between Isack and Liam. Playing grid mum hadn’t been part of this break at all – you had only planned to take back this function in Spa, and not earlier. But as you looked around the table, you realised that the situation simply felt comfortable and familiar. It was just easy to be there, at home, with Max and the rookies. It was the first time that they were actually all here together, and you didn’t think that you would now be able to have it any other way. The flat wasn’t made for a whole family – especially one as big as the one you had ended up with – but the way the space was filled with chatter and laughter as you were all cramped around the table, just felt natural.

Maybe your family was slightly chaotic – and a bit dysfunctional as Max had said a couple weeks ago – but you wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world, because it was your weird not so little anymore family.

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Thank you for reading, hope y'all enjoyed this one🫶🏻

I really like this chap bc i felt like i hadn't written enough ab the relationship w max compared to the dynamic w the rookies, and I'm glad ab how it turned out bc i just wanted to highlight how much of a green flag max is in this fic

Draft for the next chap (spa & budapest) is slowly but surely being written + i have 2 fics almost finished that i hope to post soon - one is like 90% done and the other is halfway done I'd say (idk if I'm being too confident mais osef😭) so stay tuned for those!!

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SWEET PUNISHMENT ── k.hj

synopsis ; you had one job, and that was to take out your target, however, your target just so happened to be smarter than you took him for. hongjoong used your tactics against you, and you fell right into his hands. now, he had no choice but to punish you for even thinking you could defeat him.

pairing(s) ; hongjoong x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 5.1k ☆ ── genre ; smut w/ little plot ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, DARK THEMES!!!, cussing, kissing, extremely strong cnc/noncon vibes!!!, implied kidnapping, bondage, slight knife play, blood, fingering, choking, rough sex, biting/marking, slight dacryphilia, oral (f. receiving), power play, manhandling, clit play, pussy slapping, petnames (sweetheart, doll, baby...), unprotected sex, mean dom!hongjoong x sub!reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breath play, joong is lowkey psychotic, dumbification, creampie, squirting, obsessive behavior, some degration and praise, drugging, crying, sweet aftercare at the end, lmk if I missed anything! ☆ ── notes ; this one goes out to @klllerwaifu for letting me ramble about this idea and helping me decide which member, enjoy babes 🤭. secondly, this one does have dark themes (I am on a roll with these dark-themed fics, istg), so please mind the tags and read at your own risk!!!

You weren’t sure where or how this mission had gone wrong. It was supposed to be simple: get in, eliminate the target, and get out. Now you had been warned prior to this mission that your target wasn’t a simple person and that you needed to be extremely careful when dealing with him. But you were confident, you always have been, knowing that you could get it done without any problems.

Maybe that was your downfall.

“Agent l/n, do you copy?” Your radio sparked to life next to your head, the voice of your commander flowing through with a bit of static.

The sound woke you, and as soon as your eyes opened, memories flashed before you. Your heart was beating in your chest, almost loud enough to echo in your ears as you struggled in the binds you were now in. Your lips were covered by a piece of dark grey duct tape, limiting any and all sounds that you could make.

The radio continued to go off almost as if it were there just to tease you. A reminder that you had failed your job and could very well have ended your own life.

Then the door opened.

Your eyes flew open, arms thrashing in the restraints that held them onto the pole behind you. The light was almost blinding as it invaded the darkness that surrounded you. And your heart felt like it was trying to jump out of your throat, muffled cries pulling from your throat.

“Agent l/n respond now or we’ll–” Then the voice came to a sickening end when his foot smashed the piece of plastic.

“You’re awake.” His voice sent a shiver down your spine, eyes flickering up to meet his dark gaze.

Kim Hongjoong. Your target. The man that you were supposed to kill. He was wanted by the government for his horrendous and borderline psychotic behavior. Someone who wasn’t easy to deal with, which is why they sent you. Yet he somehow managed to outsmart you and turned your trap right back around on you.

Now he had you trapped in what you could only guess was a basement, the cool concrete floor hard against your thighs. You tugged on the ropes that held your hands, eyes darting all across the room, trying to find an escape.

“Oh, you sweet thing.” His voice was condescending as he knelt in front of you, hand reaching out to grab your chin harshly. A small whimper fell from your covered lips as he jerked your head to face him, his eyes dark as he looked at you. “It’s pointless to think about running…” He leaned down, barely a hair away from your face, and you flinched back, trying to get away, but his grip was too strong. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Then the games started.

You weren’t sure how long you had been in that basement before he finally let you roam free in the small room. All the joints in your body ached in protest when you stood for the first time in days.

You wandered around the room, looking for any weak spots in the wall. But there were none, as if he planned for this. Even the small window that you couldn’t even reach was barred over; no sign of budging.

He would come down around the same time every night, bringing you food, and would sit there to watch you. Not a word would be spoken; your lips clamped shut, too scared of what he might do if you did speak.

This cycle went on for what felt like weeks, until one day. As he was leaving, you noticed that the door never latched all of the way. You waited for a few moments longer just in case he realized and came back to shut it entirely.

Once you were sure that he wouldn’t be coming back, you slowly rose to your feet. Your heart thundered in your ears the closer you got to the door, hands trembling as you reached for the handle. Swallowing thickly, you pulled the door open slowly, hoping to minimize the creaking sound.

Fear and dread dug their claws further into your spine as you took that first step, your stomach turning. Questions started to fill your mind. Were you really supposed to be doing this? What if he was waiting out there for you?

Trying to shake off that fear, you told yourself that if you could at least get to a weapon, if the door weren’t available, then you would be okay. You knew that all of your training would come in handy when it came to hand-to-hand combat or even shooting a gun.

With renowned confidence, you crept up the stairs, keeping your steps light so as not to alert him or anyone else that may be up there. Your fingers wrapped tightly around the railing, keeping your body steady as you stopped in front of the closed door.

You stood there for a moment, breath caught in your throat as you listened for any movement on the other side. But there was nothing. You weren’t sure whether it gave you reassurance or made your unease ten times worse, but as you reached for the door and pushed it open, a flood of relief washed over your body.

There was no sign of anyone around; the only sounds that you could hear were the soft drips of water from the leaky faucet and the creak of the floorboards under your feet. Walking over to the counter, you looked for any kind of weapon, trying to stay quiet just in case Hongjoong was still in the house.

Opening a drawer, you were met with a cluster of silverware. Searching through it, you found a large kitchen knife, your fingers wrapping around the hilt carefully. Closing the drawer, you turned back around, your heart in your throat, scared that he would jump out of the shadows at any moment.

Walking out of the kitchen, you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you, but when you looked around, you couldn’t find anyone. Looking down the hall, you couldn’t see any lights under the doors, but you could see the front door right at the very end.

Tears started to flood your eyes, believing that you were finally gonna get out unharmed. Still light on your feet, you made your way towards the door, your heart hammering in your chest the closer you got. You were going to be free, and you could go home to pretend like none of this had happened, and probably move so Hongjoong would never find you again.

Then a cloth was placed over your mouth while another hand grabbed your wrist to keep you from swinging the knife. You screamed, thrashing in their hold, hoping to break free. However, the more you struggled, the weaker your body started to feel.

He was using some kind of drug, and no matter how much you tried to fight off the urge to sleep, your body was pulled into that darkness, the knife slipping from your now limp hand. 

Hongjoong chuckled darkly, pulling your body closer to his as he removed the cloth from your mouth, his lips right next to your ear. “Better luck next time, doll.”

–

When you awoke, you were surrounded in darkness, your hands tied above your head once again. You tried to scream, but there was something obstructing your voice. Tears gathered in your eyes as you tried to look around the room.

In the darkness, you could make out that you were in some sort of bedroom, outlines of furniture being your only tell. You tried to sit up, but you realized that your legs were also bound, causing panic to settle deep in your chest.

You thrashed around, hoping that the binds would come loose and you could sneak out of the window you saw on the other side of the room. The bed creaked under your weight, and your skin was starting to turn red the more you pulled against the rope, nearly breaking the skin.

Then you heard the door latch open, and your whole body froze; your eyes flickered over to where the small amount of light seeped into the room. Tears blurred your vision as you watched him walk into the room, a carefree aura surrounding him the further into the room he stepped.

“Well, don’t you look cute all tied up like this?” Hongjoong smirked, stalking closer to you. He watched in sick amusement as your eyes squeezed shut as he turned the lamp next to the bed on, the action causing more tears to fall from your bloodshot eyes.

You tried to plead with him with your eyes and whines, but he just smirked before reaching out for you. You flinched when his hand made contact with your face, thumb brushing over your tears. Not to wipe them away but rather smear them further across your cheek.

“I told you that you couldn’t leave, yet you still tried to.” He put on a faux pout, his finger tracing the curve of your jaw before moving down to your neck. Your eyes grew wide as it dawned on you that he had left the basement door unlatched on purpose. 

He was testing you.

You started to thrash around in your restraints once more, hoping by some miracle that you could get away from him. As soon as his hand wrapped around your throat, gripping tightly, all of your movements stopped, wide eyes staring at him.

A sinister smirk spread across his lips as he took in the unfiltered terror that pooled in your teary eyes. He tightened his grip a little more, a chill running down his spine at the weak whimper that left your covered lips.

“I gotta punish you now, baby.” He spoke softly, an utter contrast to how his hand was adding more pressure. Your vision started to swim as your oxygen was almost completely cut off, black spots clouding your vision. This was it; you were going to die here at the hands of the man you were tasked with taking care of. 

Soft cries fell from your lips as you let your eyes flutter close, your body shaking in his hold. You were ready to accept your fate because you knew that you weren’t gonna be able to get out of this.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt his warm breath wash over your tear-stained face, pupils dilating as you noticed how close his face was to yours. Your breath hitched in your contracted throat as you saw the hunger pooling in his eyes.

“Keep your eyes open, I want you to watch as I ravage you.” He told you, his grip tightening a little more, causing your body to jolt. You couldn’t watch him; you didn’t want to believe that this was happening. A snarl pulled on Hongjoon’s lips, his teeth peeking out as he watched you close your eyes once more. He released your neck to grab your face, squishing your cheeks before bringing something to your throat.

“Open your eyes.” He growled, and your eyes shot open at the feeling of the cold metal against your skin. You didn’t have to see it to know that he had a knife pressed against your exposed throat, threatening to break skin. More tears spilled from your eyes as he smirked down at you. You tried to plead with your eyes, but he just shook his head.

“Naughty things like you deserve to be punished,” He spoke, moving his hand from your face but keeping the knife close as he forced your thighs apart. That’s when you realized that he had taken your pants off, leaving you in just your tank top and underwear. You cried out, trying to shut your legs, but he was stronger. “Only then will you learn what’s right and wrong.”

Your eyes snapped shut when his fingers brushed over the front of your underwear; however, the action caused his actions to halt. His body went still, and the fear twisting in your gut pulled even more. A sharp cry fell from your lips when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back and pressing the knife further against your neck. The sharp blade broke skin, causing blood to pool out, trailing down your skin before dripping onto the sheets.

“I swear to fucking god if you close your eyes again I will slice you wide open and leave you here to bleed out.” His voice was dark, the vibration going straight to your head, making your vision spin when you opened your eyes. Tears fell from your eyes like waterfalls, some sticking to your eyelashes as you nodded your head to the best of your ability.

Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed at you for a moment, waiting for you to disobey again. When you didn’t, he removed his hand from your hair, letting your neck relax. A muffled whimper fell from your lips as you felt more blood seep from your wound.

Your hips jolted when his hand came in contact with your clothed cunt, pressing right against your clit. The pressure had your mind swirling, your chest tight as you prayed for this to be over soon. Your fingers curled into fists above your head, nails digging into your palm.

“Ya know, for someone fighting so much, your fucking soaked.” He mocked you, moving your panties to the side, fingers dipping between your fold, feeling your slick coat his digits. You tried to close your legs once more when he teased your entrance, but he just slapped your thigh, making you cry out. “Open your legs.”

You sniffled, spreading your shaky legs, watching as he moved the knife from your neck. The relief you felt was fleeting as he hooked the blade under your panties before pulling. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room, almost deafening.

“You’re dripping, doll. Look at this.” He chuckled darkly, reaching back and cutting the ropes that held your legs to the bedframe. He then set the knife at his side before grabbing your thighs and folding your body until your ass lay against his chest, legs hanging over his shoulders.

You let out a gasp when he used his hands to pull your folds apart, the light gleaning off your slick. Hongjoong’s eyes bore into yours as he leaned down, blowing onto your drenched cunt. The sensation had your clit twitching and your walls clenching around nothing. You tried to move from him, but his grip was far too tight, keeping you right against him. Then his lips latched onto your clit, eyes watching as your body jolted, a choked moan falling from your covered lips. 

His movements were anything but gentle, sucking harshly on your swollen clit before moving down to fuck your pussy with his tongue. Sparks danced across your vision as his nose pressed against your clit, hips bucking due to the sensation. He hummed against you, sending vibration through your core and making your head spin, a loud cry tearing from your throat. He continued to eat you out like a feral animal, leaving your body trembling in his hold as you tried to keep yourself from slipping into the unwanted pleasure. You continued to tug on the restraints that held you in place, hoping they would budge, but they didn’t.

You cried out, head falling back as he latched onto your clit once more, sucking harshly. The pillow underneath your head was stained with your tears that continued to flow from your eyes. Sobs racked your body the closer he brought you to your high, begging him to stop and leave you alone, but those pleas were inaudible due to the tape that still covered your mouth.

Hatred started to fill your veins as you felt that knot in your gut start to tighten, not just towards him but also yourself for feeling so good given the circumstances. Hongjoong smirked against you, his grip tightening on your thighs when your body started to shake uncontrollably. He could tell you were close, the way your walls were fluttering around his tongue and your broken moans all giving you away.

“Cum for me. You know you want to.” He cooed against you before diving right back into your pussy with renowned vigor. The mixture of the vibrations from his hums and the way he let his teeth scrape against your skin had that knot finally snapping. Your body convulsed in his hold, eyes rolling back as more tears spilled down your face, and your legs shook around his head, threatening to snap shut if it weren’t for his hold. Hongjoong, however, didn’t let up. No, he continued to devour you with a psychotic gleam in his eyes as he watched you completely fall apart before him.

Your brain started to fog over as silent screams fell from your muffled lips. Your muscles tensed, shoulders beginning to cramp from the awkward angle that he was holding you in, your fingers going numb. As much as you didn’t want to, your body started to melt into his hold, allowing itself to become overtaken by pleasure, but you continued to try and break free.

A strangled cry tore from your lungs when he unexpectedly pushed two of his fingers past your entrance, curling them against your walls. Your legs moved to snap shut, but he was quicker, grabbing one of your thighs and keeping it in place.

Hongjoong chuckled against you when your hips jerked as he found that spongey spot deep in your walls. Your body tensed as another high approached. Then, when he nipped at your twitching clit that high crashed into you like a freight train. White spots clouded your vision, your body convulsing in his hold, and your back arched, pushing your hips further into his face.

Your eyes rolled back while he slurped all of your juices as he worked you through your high. He didn’t leave a single drop go to waste before he finally pulled away, letting air back into your lungs, seeing that you had been holding your breath. He kissed the bundle of nerves, causing a small squeak to leave your lip, hips jerking in his hands.

When he laid your body back down on the bed, you could feel your muscles start to relax, your chest rising and falling erratically. You fought the urge to close your eyes, knowing that the knife was just within his reach and the thought of what he could do to you terrified you.

Your body jerked when you felt his fingers on your sensitive cunt, a cry falling from your lips as you shook your head desperately. Hongjoong just watched with a smirk as you begged him with your eyes to stop, but that smirk soon fell once you pulled your hips away from his hand.

A loud cry tore through your lips as he slapped your pussy, and the tape came loose due to your tears and sweat. He repeated it a few more times before plunging his fingers back into you, roughly pressing on your clit with his thumb.

“Hongjoong!” You screamed as another high washed over you without any warning, stars dancing across your vision, and breathless moans spilled from your lips.

“Fuck you sound so sweet screaming my name, sweetheart.” The corner of his lip twitched as he watched your body shake uncontrollably.

“P-Please.” You hiccuped, tears cascading down your flushed cheeks as you lifted your head. Hongjoong, however, just ignored you, continuing to fuck his fingers into your spazzing cunt.

“Gimme another one, doll.” He commanded, his eyes burning into your body, and your jaw fell slack as he coaxed yet another orgasm from your oversensitive cunt. When he was finally satisfied, he pulled his fingers out of you, keeping your dazed gaze as he shoved his fingers in his mouth.

A choked cry tore from your lips as you watched him. You wanted so badly to look away, to run away from the intensity of his eyes, but the presence of the knife was heavy in the air. The way he licked your slick off of his fingers was nothing short of lewd, the sound echoing off the walls.

Once he was finished, he grabbed your hips, tugging your body down to his. A mixture of a cry and a gasp fell from your lips when he pressed his hips against yours. You could feel him through his jeans, and fresh tears pooled in your eyes as you realized what he was about to do.

“You taste so fucking good.” He growled, leaning over you until he was merely inches away from your face, his breath fanning your wet face. You started to open your mouth to beg him to let you go, but were cut off when he grabbed your throat before sealing his lips over yours.

The kiss was anything but sweet and gentle. No, it was bruising and punishing, his tongue forcing itself into your mouth. You tried to back away, but he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard enough to break skin and eliciting a cry from you.

“The more you fight, the more fun this gets.” He whispered against your lips, a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he looked down at you.

You wanted to scream, to cry, to beg him to stop, but the bruising hold he had on your throat made it hard to. The cut under his palm stung as he added more pressure to it. Then his lips were back on yours, and your breath hitched.

“S-Stop, pleas–”

“Shut up, we both know you don’t want me to.” He growled, glaring down at you, and you started to protest, but the words died on your tongue when you felt his tip at your entrance. You hadn’t even realized that he undid his jeans.

“N-No. Hongjoong, please.” You cried out, fighting against your restraints, but he just chuckled. He leaned up, keeping his hold on your neck so you wouldn’t move too much. His other hand grabbed his length, teasing your folds and watching in amusement as your hips jerked every time his tip hit your clit.

A strangled cry tore through your lips when he suddenly forced himself into your tight walls. Your nails dug into the palm of your hand as broken sobs racked your body. He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust before he was pulling out and slamming back in.

“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The same word fell from your parted lip like a mantra as Hongjoong’s hips slammed against yours repeatedly in a ruthless manner. “S-Stop! ‘S too much!”

“No, it’s not. Now be good and take it.” He growled, one hand grabbing your hip with a vice-like grip. A high-pitched whine fell from your lips when his hand around your neck tightened, almost cutting off your oxygen supply completely. “You’re mine now, doll. Mine to ravish. Mine to claim.”

His pace grew rougher, and you were sure that there would be bruises all over your body by the time he decided he was finished with you.

“N-No– fuck!” You squeaked out, eyes threatening to close as he brushed over your sweet spot.

Hongjoong chuckled darkly, squeezing your throat again, watching as your jaw fell open. “Don’t kid yourself, baby. You were mine the moment you left that basement.”

You wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that what he was doing was wrong. Yet all your words died on your tongue the moment he released your neck to play with your swollen clit. Hongjoong continued to thrust into you hard and deep, his pace never slowing, and you could already feel another orgasm creeping up your spine. The words came out jumbled and incoherent as you tried to say anything, your eyes rolling when he added more pressure on your clit.

You were clenching around him like crazy, causing him to groan, grip growing tighter. “Close already, doll?” He teased, a breath groan falling from his lips when you clenched around him again. “Go ahead, cum for me, sweetheart. Then I’ll fill you to the brim with my seed, claiming you wholly.”

You shook your head desperately, squirming in his hold, trying to break free, but just like before, his grip was far too tight. A strangled cry of his name fell from your lips when he slapped your pussy again, and again until you came once more.

“H-Hongjo–” You choked out his name, but were cut off when he threw one of your legs over his shoulder. The change in position had your mind swimming, overcome with pleasure as he fucked into you with such fever you were scared that you’d shatter.

“Fuck.” He groaned, watching your body convulse in his hold as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot. His own high was starting to build.

Your eyes fluttered open, a different kind of gleam reflecting off of them, and Hongjoong could’ve sworn he’d cum just from the sight alone. The sound of his name falling from your parted lips and the absolute fucked out expression on your face was almost as euphoric as having his cock buried in your heat. He wasn’t going to last much longer in this state. Moving one hand down, he pressed against your aching clit once more, watching as your back arched, a loud moan spilling from your lips. Your hips moved, meeting his thrusts, and your body felt like it had been set aflame.

The knot in the pit of your gut tightened to unimaginable levels, like your body was about to explode. However, before you even got the chance to warn Hongjoong, your high crashed over you. Your release gushed out in waves, soaking his cock and the sheets underneath you. It felt as if your soul had been pulled from your body as he continued to toy with your clit, your walls fluttering like crazy around him.

“Fucking hell, look at the mess you’ve made, doll.” He chuckled, eyes glued to your cunt as he coaxed more of your release from you. Your head fell back onto the pillows with a whine, hips jerking as he kept his relentless pace.

Hongjoong could feel his high right on the tip of his tongue, so he let your leg fall back to his side before grabbing your hips tightly, fucking into you at an almost animalistic pace. A series of broken cries and moans fell from your lips as he continued to fuck into you harshly.

“Fuck, Joongie, please!” You screamed out, back arching when he finally buried himself to the hilt, his release gushing out in waves. His body collapsed over yours, his face falling into your chest as you both caught your breath.

The room was silent for several moments before Hongjoong lifted himself from your chest, taking in your fucked out face. Tears staining your red cheeks and your swollen lips parted as you tried to catch your breath, the tape still stuck to your skin on one side. He reached forward, pulling the tape the rest of the way off as gently as he could, but a soft whimper fell from your lips regardless.

Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him through blurry vision, and you tugged at your restraints once more. He chuckled, leaning over you until his lips brushed over your ear, fingers pressing into your hips.

“Should I let you go now, doll? Will you be a good girl?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice, and you whined, not trusting your voice at that moment. With a soft chuckle, he pulled away from you before reaching up and finally letting your arms free.

A pathetic whine fell from your lips as you felt your shoulders relax, joints protesting. Hongjoong untied your hands and tossed the ropes off somewhere in the room. You let out a whine when he pulled out of your walls. The feeling of his cum oozing out of you made a chill run down your spine.

“You broke character there at the end, baby.” He teased you, shifting away from your body so he could fix his clothes. 

You looked away from him bashfully, knowing full well that you did. “It felt too good.”

The quiet whine in your voice caused him to chuckle before leaning over and kissing your forehead gently, your eyes fluttering closed in the process. You reached out for him, and he took your hand in his, pressing soft kisses on your knuckles and palm before whispering against your skin.

“Stay here; I’ll run a bath for you. Then we can go to bed, alright?” He asked, and you gave him a sleepy nod, causing him to smile fondly. Squeezing your hand, he stood from the bed. His eyes then fell to your neck, and he reached up, eliciting a small hiss of pain from you as he brushed over the cut. “I didn’t mean to break skin, baby. Are you alright?” He asked, eyes full of worry as he inspected the cut, making sure it wasn’t too bad, but you just caressed his cheek, telling him that it was okay, and he sighed. “Try not to fall asleep on me.”

Then he was out of the room, but not for very long before he came back to collect you. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom before sitting you down on the ledge of the tub, letting you slip inside yourself.

You let out a contented sigh as you submerged yourself into the warm water, your muscles finally relaxing fully for the first time all night. Hongjoong sat behind you, hands gently massaging your sore shoulders as he pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“You did so well, but I don’t know if we can do that one again. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He pouted softly as he grabbed a rag to clean the cut on your throat, but you just shook your head.

“I’m okay, Joong. I promise. Plus, it was hot as fuck seeing you so in character.” You giggled, and he raised an eyebrow at you before a smirk tugged on the corners of his lips.

“Really? Then what should we do next? Masked killer chasing the girl in the woods, maybe?” He asked, leaning in until his lips brushed your ear. The thought of his chasing you through the wood sent a chill down your spine, a flicker of excitement blooming in your chest. If there was one thing about dating Hongjoong, it was that there was never a dull moment in your sex life.

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[afreakforyautja]

Trapped (yautja x human)

Part 5

[And to think this started as a silly little prompt 🤭 can’t wait for your reactions on this one!!! Can you guys guess the characters intentions for each other? 💚]

Read Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 💚

You looked at the Yautja, unsure if it actually expected you to come closer… maybe even help it.

You gulped, still anxious, still wary of the closeness. Let’s not forget, this thing had every intention of hunting you before the Xenomorph showed up.

Clutching the container of salve you had grabbed from the cabinet, you took a step toward it, avoiding its piercing gaze.

Its eyes were already on you. You could feel them, watching. Scanning. Maybe trying to figure you out, what kind of creature you were and why weren’t you attacking like the rest of the humans. You had no doubt it was still deciding whether you were a threat or not. Humans were the ones who captured it, after all. You couldn’t imagine it had any fond opinions about your kind.

You sighed, maybe louder than you wanted.

The Yautja tilted its head slightly and let out a soft clicking sound, as if wondering why you had frozen up, standing there with the medicine in hand, like a lost kid.

You blinked at the noise. It pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts. It was studying you again. The slight head tilt, the narrowed gaze… unmistakable.

You finally opened the small container. Inside was a blue, slimy substance. Strange, slick, almost glowing faintly. You hesitated, then slowly held out your hand, offering it for the Yautja to decide whether it wanted to take it and use it itself.

But it didn’t.

Instead, it looked you right in the eye and then, oddly, almost proudly, pushed its chest out, like it was presenting itself. Like it was… expecting you to help.

You blinked again. That wasn’t right. From everything you had read or heard about them, Yautja were loners. Fiercely independent. They didn’t want help. They didn’t need help. But this one…

It was just waiting for you.

Did it… somehow know you were the one who tried to treat its wounds when they first brought it into the lab? You hadn’t done a great job then. There were scars along its arms now, stitches that healed badly (you partly blamed yourself for that). Human medicine hadn’t worked, you hadn’t even thought to use this balm at the time.

But now… now it was letting you try again.

You dipped your fingers into the gel and instantly jumped back, gasping. It was freezing! So cold it burned. You dropped the container in surprise, your fingers stinging.

The Yautja growled. A low, amused kind of growl… almost like a scoff.

You frowned at it. “Was that a laugh?” you muttered, annoyed but a little thrown off.

You bent to grab the container from the floor and spotted a nearby lab spatula. That would have to do. You didn’t trust your fingers to survive another dip in that blue stuff.

You approached again, slowly, and for a second you considered asking if it was okay to apply the balm, but what was the point? It probably didn’t understand you anyway. So you dipped the spatula in the gel and brought it toward its bleeding arm.

The Yautja didn’t move.

You took that as permission and carefully spread the salve over the deep slice in its right arm.

The reaction was immediate. It let out a sharp roar, head thrown back, mandibles flaring. The sound made your chest rattle.

You flinched hard, stepping back, your heart racing.

Was that pain? Had you messed up?

Then you noticed. The green blood had stopped oozing. The wound was frosting over, the salve turning dusty and hard on the surface. It was… working.

There was another gash near its chest, and you figured you should deal with it fast, before the Yautja had second thoughts and ripped you apart.

You scooped more of the gel and applied it quickly.

Another roar, louder this time.

Its hand, gripping the edge of the operating table, crushed the metal like it was tinfoil… You shifted back, staring wide-eyed, caught somewhere between fear and awe. That grip alone could have turned your bones to powder…

But the grip slowly loosened. Its chest rose and fell. Its breathing slowed back to normal.

You wanted to ask if it’s okay, but it wouldn’t understand anyway, so you ignored the urge.

The Yautja shook its head, dreadlocks swaying with the motion, and then looked at you again. Directly. Expecting.

You held its gaze, confused. Was it angry now? Offended? Or just enduring the pain?

You took a hesitant step forward and the low growl that rumbled from its chest made your human instincts scream. Like a lion warning you to keep your distance.

“Okay,” you muttered under your breath. “Message received,” you lied.

Ignoring its warnings, you moved fast, hoping maybe the last scratch on its forehead wouldn’t sting as much if you applied the salve quickly.

Bad idea.

Its hand shot up and gripped your wrist, tight enough to hurt, but not enough to break. You made a pained sound. Its claws pricked your skin. It was letting you know, it could hurt you. It was a warning.

Your breath hitched.

“I just… I thought if I did it fast, it wouldn’t hurt as bad” you said, voice trembling. “I just wanted to help…”

The Yautja didn’t move for a moment. You could feel it calculating, its grip flexing and relaxing slightly over your wrist, as if testing how easy it would be to crush you.

But then, slowly, it let you go.

It took you a second to gather courage, before you decide to help again. Carefully now, you spread the salve across the scratch near its eye, this time without breaking eye contact. Neither of you flinched. Neither of you looked away.

You were too aware of it now.

It just breathed. Heavy, steady. Taking the pain silently.

Then its eyes shifted, not to the salve, not to the next wound, but to you.

Specifically… your head.

You noticed the way it looked at you, just a little sharper than before. Its head nodded slightly, and it let out a low growl.

You blinked. “What?” you mumbled.

It’s eyes dropped to the side of your head.

Instinctively, your fingers went to the spot.

You pulled your hand back, blinking at the smear of blood on your fingertips.

You hadn’t even realised, not until now. The pain had been buried beneath adrenaline and noise. But now, as you touched the torn skin again, you remembered. The Xenomorph. Its clawed grip, fisting a handful of your hair before the Yautja intervened. The skin must have torn when it pulled. You hadn’t had time to notice. Until the Yautja did.

You turned away quickly, grabbing a bottle of antiseptic from the nearby shelf and pouring some on a gauze.

A sharp burn bloomed beneath your skin as you pressed the soaked cloth against the wound. You sucked in a breath between your teeth, muttering curses under your breath.

The Yautja observed in silence.

Its eyes lingered on the wound, then the blood, then the way your body reacted to pain. You could feel it watching, dissecting the moment, trying to make sense of it… of you.

And then, it’s eyes darted to the small container of the blue alien medicine, and then back to the blood on your fingers.

Unlike its own, your blood hadn’t crystallized. The antiseptic hadn’t frozen to your skin. Your biology worked differently. Messier.

You glanced at the container and let out a dry breath, half a laugh.

“I wish I could use that stuff,” you said softly, nodding toward the blue gel.

The Yautja didn’t move, or made any noise. Still studying you like some strange creature it didn’t quite understand yet.

That made two of you.

God, if only you could communicate. This would be so much easier. But then again… maybe you didn’t want to know what it thought of you. What if it was just weighing when to peel your skull off?

Then it hit you.

“The helmet…” you muttered “it has a translator, doesn’t it?”

You stepped forward, almost too fast, a little more excited than you intended. “I know where your armor is. The helmet, it can translate, right?”

You saw no recognition in its eyes. Not yet.

You then decided to motion over your own head, trying to mimic the shape of its helmet. When the Yautja didn’t react, you used your hands to gesture around its head instead, hoping it’d get what you meant.

The Yautja tilted its head again, like it did whenever it was studying you.

Did it understand?

“If I help you find it,” you said slowly, “will you help me get out of here?” You didn’t know what else was crawling outside of this lab, you definitely needed some help to survive.

It stood up. Towering over you.

You held your breath by the sudden move. You noticed your head barely reached its chest.

You felt small, fragile, completely exposed in front of it.

You looked up and it suddenly roared, a sound that slammed into you like a wall, mandibles flaring and mouth wide open.

To your surprise, you didn’t back down. Didn’t flinch. Maybe you should have, but something told you this was a test. A show of strength. And maybe… just maybe… it respected the fact that you didn’t fall over yourself.

Its mandibles relaxed, and its gaze softened… or maybe that was just wishful thinking.

Then it turned to the dead Xenomorph in the corner of the lab.

It walked over and ripped off the end of its tail with both hands. A clean, brutal snap, like most of its movements.

The Yautja kneeled, nodding towards you, like a command. You followed, kneeling beside it without a question.

The Yautja pressed the tip of the tail to its own forehead and growled low, carving a mark into its skin.

You winced at the sight of its flesh burning. But the scar it left behind, you recognized it. A rite of passage. It had marked itself as blooded. As worthy. As a survivor.

You stood with it, still stunned. Had it… shown you that on purpose?

Maybe.

It glanced at you, then puffed its chest slightly. Almost proud looking.

It had let you witness the ritual. That had to mean something. Right?

Then it looked past you, toward the door. A silent command.

Time to move.

Time to get its armor.

Had you just made an alliance… with a predator?

[wordsofwhimsy]

did somebody ask which version of mark is puttin it down best?

guess i'll give my analysis 😮‍💨

main!mark is all about pleasing you, sooo he's definitely giving the other boys a run for their money. his oral & finger game? UNMATCHED. he's not dumb and aggressive about it like the majority of the others. he keeps it slow, intentional, so dedicated, living in your pleasure. the more praise you give him the better. his sex game tho takes awhile to come up to par - he's so scared of hurting you for soo long that he just takes it too easy, or doesn't take the lead at all. once he learns the fine art of blowing your back out without killing you tho? 😏

mohawk!mark is soo aggressively fun, but he's really only in it for his own pleasure. he kinda just assumes (rightly so) that you're gonna feel good either way but he never bothers to actually check in with you, see how you're doing lol it's probably also a MUST for you to suck his dick every time, forcing your head down and then mocking you when you gag or gasp for air. he doesn't care to return the favor too often but if you whine too much he will. it's not really that great tho - he's rushing and careless, just trying to move on to the main event

viltrumite!mark takes some teaching. he's of the mindset that sex is just for procreation, and if this is a scenario where he's taken you back to viltrum he's not going to really feel the need to view it any other way. but if he's staying on earth with you? well, sex sells baby and the influence is all around. he starts noticing things in movies and in songs, stuff on the internet--hell even billboards and magazines. don't be fooled his dickin is good even when it's boring missionary but once he starts coming around to trying all the other fun things? oh lawd have mercy

omni!mark is an interesting mix of dominance without aggression, no dirty talk. all business, really but this man IS in the business of pleasure - for you at least. he struggles to let you take the lead though which is kinda boring sometimes, and anything kinky? like spanking or choking? absolutely not. you're not some scallywag hoodlum (LMFAO) and he's definitely not going to treat you like one. buuut if you start talking dirty and cussing? he might be flustered, and maybe even a little more turned on than usual (he'd never admit it)

sinister!mark is all about HIM HIM HIM. but the caveat of this is he needs to know he's GOOD at what he's doing - which means you need to feel good too. he's so unbelievably aggressive and doesn't do missionary. you are not coming away without bruises and marks every single time. i think he likes to make you dance for him too beforehand. that's his idea of foreplay - something that reminds you both who's in charge and who it's all for. you better hope he's not in the mood to go down on you cause that bitch bites 😭

no goggles/lensless!mark is probably my fav 🤭 is literally 100% about whatever it is you're into. i guess except missionary whoops. like he's fine throwing it in there occasionally but not a chance he's opening or ending in that position. in fact switching positions is HIS personal favorite thing. honestly his oral is so-so. he's just too damn talkative and can't focus on the task at hand. he also doesn't take it well either - the man's LOUD. and honeestly busts pretty quick but that's okay! he bounces back quicker. viltrumite stamina is crazy and his libido just adds to it

shiesty!mark has probably fucked more people than all of them combined so, yeah, he's got the practice and experience. he KNOWS his dick is phenomenal and tbh if he's not really into you he's letting you do most of the work. he thinks he's doing YOU favor by letting you ride it. but if you were hard to get? ohhh he's got something to prove now, and trust he will. this man reaches spots none of the others even knows exist, uses his strength in a way that is just chefs kiss - pinning you without hurting you, playing with your nipples and the other sensitive parts with expert care. and probably my fav thing about him is that he's the only one (except maybe main!mark) who ever thinks to put on musiccc

moustache!mark is 😛 father dearest. TOTALLY showing you what it feels like to be owneddd - unquestionably, but not in the way sinister does. he does it with affection. you know, like a 'pet' and all that jazz. he's got this way of making you feel simultaneously small and like the most important person in the world. and when he goes down on youuu? THE TICKLE?? biiitch stop. he also is the one who appreciates the thickies the most ughh like he NEEDS all that ass in his hands, in his lap, on his dick. the love handles? the tummy? give him alllat - trust ☝️ he can handle it

prisoner!mark is an interesting one. if we're talking straight out the pen? he's an ANIMAL. i'm talking y'all are going at it aaall night long, him painfully impatient through every little break you insist he gives you. he's also physically the strongest of them all, and, yeah, it shows. all that body pressed into you? those arms? 🥴 idk how anatomically that would even work but for some reason i feel like he'd have a thicker cock too. he'd be so deep and guttural with his groans, all in your ear with it. no holding back. after some time though i think he'd be focused on you and learning what you like - buuut at the end of the day, he still is the most deprived and wants it ALWAYS

[princessaffirms]

why are you DEFENDING your LIMITING BELIEFS? 🤍✨

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no but really. why are you defending your limitations so hard?

i’m gonna hold your hand when i say this…but if most of your thoughts are still sounding like:

“i can’t do that”

“that’s just how it is for me”

“i’ve always struggled with that”

“my situation is different though”

“i’m trying but nothing works for me”

“it’s too unrealistic”

“it only works for other people”

you are literally CHOOSING to be stuck right now. :”) 🤍

　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖

here’s the thing:

🕊️✨ if you argue for your limitations, you get to keep them.

your SUBCONSCIOUS DOESN’T CARE if it’s a “positive” belief or a “limiting” one. it just stores what’s repeated, what’s emotional, what feels like truth.

so when you keep repeating that story of lack, unworthiness, or struggle, guess what your 3D is gonna do? mirror it right back. not because it’s punishing you, but because it literally thinks that’s what you want to be true.

BUT GUESS WHAT? 🤭

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🕊️✨ you don’t have to PROVE your limiting beliefs wrong.

you just have to stop defending them like they’re relevant.

because they’re not anymore. why are you spending your time and energy fighting for a story that you don’t want? you can’t step into your new reality if you’re still gripping onto the old one like it’s still your identity.

let the limiting beliefs go. drop the old story. and you don’t necessarily need some big rebuttal or a whole healing arc to justify having the life you want.

you just have to choose again.

start affirming from the version of you who already got what they came for.

you are NOT here to protect your limitations. you are here to break them.

　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖

🕊️✨QUICK AFFIRMATIONS to help release limiting beliefs:

i let go of every belief that no longer serves me

i do not identify with struggle anymore

i’m allowed to believe new things about myself now

i am no longer available for anything less than the best

i do not resonate with anything that doesn’t align with my desires

i embody the version of me who knows they’re limitless

i take back my power unapologetically, because this is MY reality, and only i get to decide how it plays out.

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i hope this post helped! 🫶

much love and light always <3

[a-casxandra]

Read your caleb and raf's works and i was like "what if caleb's non-mc ended up with an artist who's not afraid to love her out loud and shower her in love not caring who's seeing or not?" and "what if raf's non-mc ended up with an airspace military who's always making sure he gives her the best of his time and affection?" 🤭🤭 Just an idea but also i guess xavier and sylus could show up instead of just exchanging the boys lol anyway, whatever u do in the end i know it will be good!!! Excited for part 3 🤩

❝𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇❞

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 | 𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍 𝒙 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒎𝒄)

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 | 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃 𝒙 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒎𝒄)

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : In a story of emotional maturity, quiet healing, and soft second chances, four hearts that once loved wrong learn to love right—this time, with the ones who choose them fully.

You weren't expecting to stay long. The gallery was packed, and while you loved art, the kind of elite, curated atmosphere tonight gave you a headache. But a friend’s invitation and an open evening led you there anyway.

You stood in front of a painting that made your stop.

The colors were soft—dusky purples and muted blues—and it felt like standing in the memory of a storm that had finally passed.

“I didn’t think anyone would understand that piece,” came a voice behind her. Familiar, husky. Softer than you remembered.

You turned.

Rafayel.

He looked different. Not physically—still beautiful in that effortless, actor way—but realer. No cameras. No MCs clinging to his side. No fake smiles. Just a man standing in front of a painting he bled into.

“I do,” you said, voice calm. “Because I painted something just like it once.”

You both ended up sitting on the museum steps after the event. “I’m not here to complicate anything,” Rafayel said, gently. “I just… wanted to talk. You seemed peaceful. Like someone who knows where she’s going.”

“I used to love a man who couldn’t choose me,” You replied. “And I used to let that define me.”

He looked away, ashamed. “Me too. I was that man. I chose comfort, familiarity. I chose someone I had history with… instead of the person who was right in front of me, trying to love me properly.”

You studied him. “And now?”

“Now…” he said, looking at you, eyes clearer than you remembered, “I’m done choosing wrong.”

Rafayel started showing up.

Not in dramatic ways—no paparazzi, no grand romantic gestures. Just simple, quiet consistency.

He’d text you after every small showcase you did.

He showed up to your pop-up art fair in a hoodie and cap, bought one of your least popular pieces because “it made him feel something ugly and real.”

One day, he said it outright.

“I don’t want to hide anymore. Not behind fame. Not behind roles. Not behind the excuse of an old flame.”

You tilted your head. “Why tell me that?”

“Because I want you to know,” he said, stepping closer, “that if I ever get to call you mine, I’ll never make you feel like a secret.”

It wasn’t even planned.

Both of you were just at a small coastal town for an art retreat—You were sketching on the shore, Rafayel was helping kids paint seagulls. A passerby snapped a photo.

By the time you were back in the city, the picture was viral.

“Is that Rafayel with his girlfriend?? An artist?? Not MC??”

Everyone expected him to deny it. Or stay silent, like he used to.

Instead, he posted the photo himself.

Captioned:

“Healing doesn’t look like cameras. It looks like this. Her.” —R

Rafayel kissed you before a gallery show—not backstage, but in the middle of the floor. With guests, curators, and media watching.

“I don’t care if they’re watching,” Rafayel murmured. “I spent too long caring what they thought.”

You smiled, brushing paint off his cheek. “You’ve grown.”

“I had to,” he whispered, holding your hand. “To be someone worthy of standing beside you.”

And this time, when he smiled—he wasn’t acting.

The quiet clinking of coffee cups and the mellow hum of jazz music filled the air at the rooftop café. It was mid-autumn, golden light washing over the city below. You hadn’t planned to be there—her friend bailed last minute, and you decided to stay anyway, alone with your tea and a book you barely touched.

You were healing. And that included learning how to sit in your own silence.

Then you heard his voice.

Deep, calm, and apologetic.

“…Sorry—do you mind if I sit here? The other seats are full.”

You looked up, startled. And there he was.

Caleb. In a dark turtleneck, a wool coat draped over his arm. He looked different—less polished, more real. You blinked, heart hesitating, unsure if fate was playing a cruel joke.

“…Go ahead,” you said softly.

You both sat. Two people who knew hurt. Who had once been background characters in someone else’s story.

Both of you didn't speak much at first. A polite nod here, a small comment about the weather there.

Then came the storm—sudden downpour, the sky cracking open. Everyone rushed inside, but Caleb stayed behind, helping you gather your things.

“You forgot this,” he said, handing you the book you left on the table.

You paused. “Thank you.”

“I remember you,” he said then, quietly. “From that night. At Rafayel’s wrap party. You were wearing navy.”

Your breath got caught. “I didn’t think you noticed.”

“I didn’t know how not to notice you,” he admitted, eyes steady. “I just… didn’t know how to look at someone new while I was still clinging to old mistakes.”

Both of you started seeing each other more.

No grand gestures. Just consistent ones.

Caleb invited you to small things—coffee in the morning, walking his dog, reading in the park.

There were no secrets. No avoiding the topic of MC. In fact, he told you about her on the third time you met.

“I used to let her take up all the space in my life,” he said. “Even when I had her (backburner's non-mc) right in front of me. I didn’t know how to choose someone properly, but, I do now.”

You, who had once watched your ex, Rafayel not let go of another woman in front of cameras, felt something settle in her chest. Something soft.

One night, You were about to leave his place after dinner, slipping into your coat when Caleb suddenly stopped you at the door.

“Don’t go,” he said. “I don’t want to be the kind of man who lets people leave anymore.”

You blinked up at him.

“I know what it’s like to love someone who always chooses someone else,” Caleb said, voice hoarse. “You won’t be hidden with me. You won’t be second. You stay—if you want to.”

You didn't reply with words. You just stepped out of your shoes and walked back inside.

This time, love wasn’t loud. It wasn’t desperate or showy.

It simply stayed.

[© : "Labyrinth," a song from Taylor Swift's Midnights album, explores the anxieties and complexities of falling in love again after experiencing heartbreak.]