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yougavememyopia · 7 months ago

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Can we pls get more of masochist yandere I love him so much!!

For you anon <3

Tags: PT.1, dirty talk, he's trying so hard to seduce you, bunny costume, "miss/mistress," 18+

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“Hey roomie~ I wanna show you this new thing I bought. I hope you'll like it!” You groaned at the sound of the cheery high-pitched voice, hating how sweet his voice sounded. You could practically hear him jumping from excitement. His foot lightly tapping the ground in impatience. "I wore it all for you, y'know? It'd be rude if you didn't look."

You hummed, unamused. "Don't tell me it's another one of those shirts that says 'I belong to her' or whatever. Those were fucking childish."

Scrolling through your phone, you didn't bother making eye contact. A part of you enjoying the exaggerated whine coming from him. "First of all, mean! Second, it's nothing like that. It's totally different. Come on, come on. Look at me! Please. Pretty please?"

A tired sigh unintentionally escaped your lips. All he ever caused was annoyance and a headache. You finally took one glance at him before going back to your device. Pausing for a second to register what you saw. Your eyes traveling back to his figure, scanning him up and down from his bare thighs to his exposed collarbone. He was wearing black over-the-knee socks, with a bunny costume tightly hugging his torso. Accessorized with detachable white cuffs and collar with a set of fluffy ears and tail to complete the look.

“Ta-da~ Don't I just look so cute? Hm?” He brought his hands to his cheeks and posed for you, one of his legs lifted in the air behind him.

"W-what the hell?!" The words left in a mumble. An unexplainable feeling stopping you from looking away. "I should've predicted that you were gonna do something like this."

He had recently convinced you to let him move in with you. Surprising you by breaking into your house with a smile and a prepared meal on the table. Proving his commitment by coming day after day until you gave in. The long romantic dates, the humiliating begging by your feet— all finally worth it when you helped him unpack his boxes.

You finally managed to turn your head. Trying to find something interesting on your phone to distract you from what you saw.

"Awe, come on! Why'd ya look away? It's good material and I got it at a good price! Don't tell me you don't like it..." His words weren't a way to guilt-trip you, but instead an accusation. As if he knew, without a doubt, that it was something you liked.

Realization settled in. "Have you been going through my phone, you fucking creep?"

"Mhm, you know I have. There I was, on my nightly visit to your bedroom, when I saw that someone forgot to close their incognito tabs. It was a real treat~" He giggled evilly, the teasing grin on his face growing as your eyes widened. In a chilling whisper, he said, "I know how filthy your thoughts are. There's nothing you can hide from me." His hands rested on the couch armrest while he leaned down to kiss your cheek. Making a 'mwah' noise before pulling away.

You involuntarily gulped. An embarrassed warmth flushing your cheeks and some place else. "That is a huge invasion of privacy, you asshole! Shit. How did you even managed to guess my password— no, what the fuck do you do during your nightly visits?!"

"ANYWAY, we never take anything further than kissing... And I'm tired of jerking off. So I thought this will help our relationship. I mean, seriously, don't I look fuckable?" He turned around to show you a view of his backside. Harshly slapping his barely-covered bum. "I would fuck me."

"I have a lot more self control than you think. We won't do anything of the sorts. Our relationship, if you can even call it that, needs more time. I don't fucking know how to love an annoying shit like you."

"But don't you want to have a good time? Again, with your tenseness... You need to relax. Making out is really nice and all, but it causes a problem down there... y'know?" He gave you a sly grin. It made you recall the times you caught him with your panties stuffed in his face. "I hope you didn't forget you're the one responsible, so for once, take care of it! It's all your fault."

He plopped down on the couch with crossed arms, the force of his anger bouncing the cushions slightly. A pout on his lips and a playful glare in his eyes. He circled his arms around your shoulders. Giving you a hug from the side and starting his whining. "I'm impatient, roomie~ Dammit, please! Please, please, please! I feel like I'm gonna EXPLODE soon. Augh!!"

"..." You refused to even look at him. Afraid of the flutter in your heart growing.

He continued, taking advantage of your silence to persuade you. "Don't you wonder what I sound like in bed? Don't wanna know how I'd moan your name?" He leaned in way closer. Your body stiffening at the breath fanning your face. A shiver sent right down your spine when he moaned in your ear. "Oh please, miss, please fuck me faster~ Ah~!"

You couldn't look at him, quietly mumbling a curse in defeat. Hands clutching your pants. Hoping he didn't hear how your voice shook. The truth was, you didn't want to deny him any longer, conflicted with how soft you were becoming to him. A part of you wanting to just throw him over and ride him, yet another, more sadistic part wanting to make him cry frustrated tears and beg you to just let him hump your leg. Ultimately, you were unable to stop the dirty scenarios flooding your head. The feeling of arousal growing longer by the minute when his lustful eyes met yours.

You mustered up your strength, "no."

"N-no?" His eyes widened in shock. He thought he had you convinced with his amazing performance.

"No."

You pushed him off of you. Immediately going on your phone. He exhaled a loud huff and leaned back against the couch, arms hugging himself instead. Blankness crossing his features. Why were you so difficult?

A few seconds of silence was shared until he got a new, brilliant idea.

He cleared his throat. Adjusting his fake bow and pushing a random object off the coffee table. "Oops! Better get that~"

He bent down in front of you, in a way that his round buttocks rubbed against your lap. Another way to evoke you.

"Answer's fucking no. Horny bitch." You kicked him away and he gasped in surprise. Dramatically humphing. Slowly losing his cool.

He stood up straight and stomped his feet to the ground. The sexy bunny outfit not making this situation any easier. He came off as adorable, rather than threatening.

"You aren't impressed by my big ass? I worked hard on it, y'know. Don't you just want to hit it? Punish me for dressing so naughty? I won't stop until you put me in my place. There are sooo many other outfits I can try on. So just spank me already! I won't give up. If this doesn't work, I'll just try again and again and a— Who are you texting? I swear I'll find them and kill them! You're supposed to pay attention to ME!"

His hands formed fists when you didn't respond. Fuck, he was getting tired of this. An exhausted moan left his mouth. He fell to his knees in front of you, burying his face in between your thighs. Soft cheek nuzzling up against your leg. "Please. Just head pats. At least praise me, call me your bunny. I'll be satisfied with that..."

Finally, you put your phone away. A surge of satisfaction in your chest at how you made him docile only by ignoring him. Your fingers grazed the tip of the fluffy fake ear. Pathetic eyes looked up to observe your movements. Silently asking for more affection.

"Good pet." You praised. Your hand lightly scratching the back of his head. "That's so much better. You were gonna give me a fucking headache with all that whining."

"Ahh, it hurts." He looked so pitiful as he whimpered.

"What hurts, bun?"

A lazy smirk formed on his face. "My pants... they feel so tight~"

You rolled your eyes, You felt a bit dumb for thinking he was actually going to be satisfied with mere praise. Your grip became harsh, fingers tugging the strands of his hair up. He moaned— his eyes closed in pleasure while his bulge twitched against your leg.

"M-mistress, please..." He begged as your spit landed on his lips. He licked the liquid slowly, not breaking the eye contact. Groaning at the humiliating act. "Don't you wanna let me use my skillful tongue on you? Please just sit on my face. I want to taste you, so so so bad!"

"Licking my panties isn't enough for you anymore? Huh? Did you get bored of them that fast? Pity." You teased, pulling one last time before letting go of his head.

He winced. Fixing his hair, and soothing it with pets. "Miss, you treat your poor bunny so harshly. Not that I don't like it. Can I... tell you a secret? I'm wearing a pair of your underwear right now~"

"Ugh, you fucking disgust me." Your insult only caused him to greedily grind his hardness to your leg faster. He loved the look on your face. "Shit. Stop moving your hips!"

"Mmh, but I want relief, miss. I need it."

A harsh slap rang through the room. He gulped. His movements immediately stopping to obey you. "You'll get relief when I fucking give you permission. Understand that, dumb rabbit?"

"Finally— I mean, yes, mistress. Anything you say!" An endearing smile reached his eyes. "You have no idea how long I waited for this~"

You, too, felt excited. Thoughts swimming through your head about how you'll proceed with this. His fingers spread out to form a V, his tongue flicking up and down between them, giving you an idea of what you wanted to do. Thighs clenching together as you imagined it in your head. "Maybe we'll finally see whether you were lying about your skills, hm?"

Pt. 3

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cntloup · 1 year ago

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Simon getting heart-eyes when you breastfeed your baby :')

“Hushh, baby girl, let your mamma sleep!” he whispers softly to his daughter.

He's holding her fragile body in his arms and slowly swaying, trying to calm her down

but to no avail as she continues sobbing and thrashing her arms around.

“She’s probably hungry.” your voice startles him.

He turns around, facing you, eyes widened.

He looks at her, then at you again.

You stretch out your arms with a soft smile, “Oh...sorry!” he gently hands her to you.

You sit on the edge of the bed and begin breast-feeding her.

He sits beside you, looking at you in awe, heart-eyes and all that.

His two girls whom he’d protect from all the evils of the world with all his being.

His heart threatens to burst out of his chest with all the love and devotion he feels for you both.

You notice the tears in his eyes, “You ok, Si?” you ask worriedly.

Your voice brings him back and his eyes lock onto yours, a faint smile dancing on his lips.

“Yeah. I’m ok, love.” he nods, wrapping his arm around you, squeezing lightly.

He places a loving kiss on your temple, “I love you.” he murmurs against your skin.

“I love you too, Si.” you sigh contently, leaning closer into his embrace.

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bananabreads · 1 month ago

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Dad!lads with their children after their kindergarten classes (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

A short one shot of each lads guy with their child ♥︎ Dad!Rafayel, Dad!Caleb, Dad!Sylus, Dad!Zayne, Dad!Xavier.

| I may or may not have a slight favoritism towards Seraphina.... |

RAFAYEL — ice cream after school

The low sound of a luxurious sports car engine echoed down the quiet kindergarten street. Rafayel had just pulled up, one arm resting on the wheel, sunglasses perched on his nose, wearing a casual white button down and rolled sleeves.

Inside the classroom, Seraphina perked up immediately at the familiar sound. Her big, curious eyes darted to the window, and within seconds, her tiny body was rushing toward it. She pressed her face against the glass, cheeks adorably squished as she waved both hands with all her might.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she cried out, her little voice muffled behind the glass.

The other kids gathered around her, a mix of awe and disbelief on their faces.

“That’s your dad?!”

“He has a cool car!”

“He looks like a prince!”

Even the teacher chuckled softly, gently ushering the kids away. “Alright, class, let’s give Seraphina some space. Her daddy’s here.”

The door opened and Seraphina ran out like a rocket. Rafayel had just stepped out of the car when she flung herself into his arms. He caught her easily, scooping her up and lifting her high.

“There’s my little guppy,” Rafayel murmured fondly, placing a soft kiss on her temple. “How was school?”

“I drew you today! But I accidentally gave you blue hair 'cause I ran out of purple,” she giggled.

“blue's not bad,” Rafayel said thoughtfully. “I might have to try it sometime.”

She nodded very seriously. “You’d look like a wizard.”

He chuckled at her response, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He helped her into the passenger seat, custom fitted with a booster seat that matched the car's plush leather interior. He even buckled her in himself, tightening the strap with care before tapping her nose gently.

With a smooth start, the car glided away from the kindergarten as Seraphina swung her legs and hummed her favorite melody, making up silly lyrics as she went. Rafayel glanced at her through the rearview mirror, one hand on the wheel and the other extended back just enough for her to hold his pinky.

“Mommy’s still at work,” he said. “So how about we steal a little time together?”

Her eyes quickly perked up, “Does that mean... ice cream?"

Rafayel smirked. “Of course. But only if you tell me what kind of secret mission you were on today.”

“I was on the Princess Operation. I had to build a castle out of marshmallows and glue.”

He chuckled at her enthusiasm “Sounds like hard work.”

“I got glue on my tongue,” she whispered.

He laughed, low and genuine. “You’re braver than I thought.”

The two ended up at a quiet, beachside gelato place—Seraphina’s favorite. She sat across from Rafayel on a high stool, her tiny feet swinging while she dug into a cup of bubblegum ice cream with rainbow sprinkles.

CALEB — nonstop story teller

The second the kindergarten doors opened, she bolted.

“DADDYYYYY!”

Caleb barely had time to turn before his daughter hurled herself into his arms, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, little sneakers dangling in the air.

He caught her with ease, chuckling as he spun her in a circle. “There’s my princess. Missed me that much, huh?”

Her voice was filled with excitement, “Yes! Daddy, SO MUCH HAPPENED IN SCHOOL!”

She barely let him buckle her in the car before the words began pouring out, nonstop, back to back, no punctuation in sight.

“So first we made paper puppets and I made mine a sky princess named SKY like a cloud and she can fly so high she touches the stars and then she has a pet bird named birdy and a baby hawk named hawky and they can talk, Daddy, they TALK—”

Caleb listened, eyes flicking from the road to the rearview mirror just to catch the wild hand gestures she was making.

“Then we played Freeze Dance and I WON and everyone said I was the best at the silly moves and Teacher said I was like a shooting star because I moved so fast! And then at snack time—”

This continued. All. The. Way. Home.

And once they were inside, it didn’t stop. Not while she was taking off her shoes, not while she was drawing sky, birdy, and hawky on the living room floor, not even while Caleb was heating up her after school snacks.

“And then Seraphina said my puppet looked like a cloud but I said ‘No she’s a sky warrior, sera!’—and I showed her the backstory I made. Do you wanna hear it, Daddy?”

“I would love nothing more,” Caleb grinned, already bracing himself for Act II.

She stood on the couch and posed dramatically, arms outstretched like wings. “Sky was born on top of a storm cloud and raised by swallows and her bird has glowing feathers that light up when danger is near and—”

He watched her with nothing but awe. Like she was the only thing in the world worth watching. And to him, she was.

By the time you came home, exhausted but smiling, the first thing you heard was your daughter gasping like she’d just discovered treasure.

“MOMMY!!!” she shouted, racing to the door and nearly tripping over her sock. “You’re home!!”

You barely had time to drop your bag before she took your hand and started dragging you into the living room. “I have to tell you something! A lot of somethings!”

Caleb, sitting on the couch now with crumbs from her snack still on his shirt, gave you a smirk and mouthed, "It’s starting again."

“I made a puppet named Sky—wait no, I’ll start from the beginning!”

You sat down beside Caleb, already pulling your daughter into your lap as she flipped open her sketchpad to show off the drawings of Sky, birdy, and hawky.

“And THEN she saved a village from a sky fire, and hawky the hawk flew super fast and brought her water from the stars—are you listening, Mommy? Because this is the best part!”

You quickly reassured her, “I’m listening, baby.”

And you were. Every word.

Because watching her glow like that, retelling her sky high adventures with her whole heart, was its own kind of magic.

And Caleb? He just leaned back and watched the two of you, arms folded, heart full, thinking

This. This is everything he would ever wish for.

SYLUS — She's shy around people her age (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

Most of the kids sprinted out, laughing and loud, bouncing around in little clusters. Sylus stood near the gate, quietly observing from behind dark sunglasses, hands in his pockets.

And then, there she was.

His daughter.

Quiet. Small. Lingering near the door, watching from the corner with those soft eyes that reminded him of you.

But not today.

Today, she spotted him and immediately lit up, her entire face brightening as if someone flipped a switch in her chest.

“Daddy!” she squeaked, voice full of excitement and joy.

Sylus barely had time to take a step forward before she ran straight into him, her tiny arms flinging around his legs.

He bent down instantly, gathering her up into his arms in one smooth motion.

“Well, there you are,” he said, his voice warm, his expression softer than anyone else ever got to see. “You missed me?”

She nodded furiously against his shoulder, giggling. “So much!”

Sylus smiled into her hair. “You had fun today?”

She leaned back in his arms, breathless and glowing, eyes wide with excitement. “I won!”

“You did?” he asked, adjusting her backpack so it didn’t slip.

“Musical chairs!” she beamed, holding out her hand. A golden star sticker shimmered slightly against her skin. “I won the whole game, Daddy! And everyone clapped for me! Even Teacher said I was fast.”

Sylus blinked, surprised, but proud.

“You’re usually not one to rush into things,” he teased gently.

“I know!” she grinned. “But I really wanted to try today.”

He opened the car door, setting her down in her seat, and she kept talking—quieter now, but rapid, nonstop.

“and I didn’t even fall when the music stopped, and I got to sit next to jasmine, and she said I was good at dodging the chairs, and Teacher gave me a star, look! and I wasn’t scared today, not even when I talked to someone new—”

She paused as he reached over to buckle her in.

“And I wanted to tell you first,” she added in a whisper, eyes shining. “Before I tell Mommy. Because… daddy picking me up is my favorite part of the day.”

Sylus stopped for a second.

His hand rested over the buckle, fingers still.

Then he leaned forward and pressed a quiet kiss to her forehead.

“You’re mine too, little one.”

ZAYNE — future doctor

Zayne’s office was its usual haven of calm, clean, softly lit, and scented faintly of lavender from the diffuser he’d placed months ago after Jasmine said hospitals “smelled like alcohol spray.”

But it wasn’t just a doctor’s office anymore.

Tucked into one corner was a child sized desk, light wood, rounded edges, and a tiny matching chair. The bottom shelf of Zayne’s bookshelf now held coloring books, a few storybooks, a worn olaf plushie, and a box of crayons organized by color. Nothing too loud. Nothing too flashy. Just enough to say, this space is hers, too.

Jasmine sat at her desk now, feet not quite touching the floor, her tongue slightly poking out in concentration as she worked on her school assignment:

“Draw who you want to be when you grow up.”

Her crayon gripped tight, she looked up occasionally, brow furrowed, gazing at her father across the room like an artist studying her model.

Zayne was seated at his own desk, reviewing a medical file. He’d taken off his coat but was still dressed in his usual neat shirt and slacks. His sleeves were rolled just once, pen in hand, posture perfect.

“Daddy,” Jasmine said suddenly, holding up her sketchpad. “Do you think this looks like you?”

Zayne glanced up.

In her drawing was a small figure with a stethoscope, tiny glasses even though he didn’t wear any, and neatly parted dark hair. Beside him was another version—shorter, with pigtails and the same coat, the same serious expression. Herself.

Zayne walked over, crouching beside her to get a closer look.

“You drew me with glasses again,” he noted gently and lightly chuckled.

“You just look smarter with them,” Jasmine replied like it was a matter of fact. “And I want to be smart like daddy.”

He paused for a second.

“You want to be a doctor?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Jasmine nodded slowly. “I want to fix people like you do. And have a desk. And drink coffee.”

Zayne tilted his head slightly, eyes softening. “Do you want the paperwork too?”

Jasmine blinked. “uhm..… Maybe just the healing part.”

He chuckled under his breath.

She gave a bright smile, “Daddy, when I grow up.. I’m gonna have a desk like yours. But mine’s gonna have stickers.”

Zayne glanced at her tiny desk, already decorated with a snowflake shaped sticker and a crooked cat drawing taped to the side. “Looks like you’ve got a head start.”

Jasmine giggled, leaning over to carefully draw a lanyard around the neck of her little doctor self.

“That’s your ID badge,” she said, showing it off. “I’m gonna have one too. And mine’s gonna say Dr. Jasmine!”

Zayne crouched again beside her, resting his hand on the edge of her tiny desk. “I think it suits you.”

She tilted her head thoughtfully. “When I’m big, can I still sit here in your office sometimes?”

He nodded without hesitation. “As long as you want to.”

She didn’t say anything after that. She just smiled again, sleepy this time,and went back to coloring in the soft gray floor under her characters.

XAVIER — a new friend

It was quiet when Xavier arrived at the school gate.

Most of the kids were still running around the yard to get to their parents, some playing tag, and some laughing at who knows what. And in the middle of it all, at the waiting area of the kindergarten, sat his son, legs tucked neatly underneath him, small hands resting in his lap, gaze pointed toward the trees.

He wasn’t lonely.

Just… still. Observing. Like always.

Xavier approached with his usual slow stride, posture relaxed but eyes trained on his son.

“Hey, buddy,” he greeted gently.

His son looked up, that familiar face lighting up instantly with a small smile, the kind he reserved only for the people he felt safe with. “Hi, Daddy.”

Xavier crouched down in front of him, brushing a stray leaf off his shoulder. “Good day?”

The boy hesitated… then gave a tiny nod.

Xavier raised an eyebrow. “Just ‘good’?”

Another pause. Then..

“I made a friend.”

Xavier blinked.

You could’ve told him the moon fell out of the sky, and he might’ve had the same reaction.

“…A friend?” he repeated, this time softer.

His son nodded again. A little firmer this time. “Her name is Seraphina.. she has an ariel lunchbox. We sat together today. She gave me one of her cookies.”

Xavier felt something pinch gently at his heart.

His son wasn’t loud or bold. He didn’t climb fences or scream across the yard like the other kids. He was the type to watch the sky and ask questions no one had answers for yet. Sweet. Quiet. Thoughtful. Not shy, but rarely first.

So for him to say he made a friend? That was everything.

“That’s awesome, kiddo. Mommy's definitely going to be excited to hear that,” Xavier said, running a hand gently through his son’s hair. “You proud of yourself?”

His son shrugged, but he smiled. That small, bashful, almost secret kind of smile. The one that meant yes.

“Did you talk a lot?”

“Some,” the boy replied. “She likes mermaids and says that she's a mermaid... and also like stars. I told her about the moon rocks you showed me"

Xavier gave a hum of approval, standing up and offering his hand.

“Well then,” he said, “you ready to go home, Mr. Social?”

His son giggled quietly and slipped his hand into Xavier’s without hesitation.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, just the two of them, fingers gently laced.

Xavier didn’t press for more. He didn’t need to.

Because his son didn’t chatter.

He shared.

And today… he shared something big.

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dannyriccsystem · 4 months ago

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hellaur u thought about something, imagine like reader being Max's little sister, and all the rookies are like friends with her but theres this one rookie who has a crush on her, Max being the big brother that he is is overprotective and such

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

Summary: You, Max Verstappen’s younger sister, is forbidden from dating any of your best friends— The 2025 season’s rookies!

Warnings: None… Just an overly protective big brother Max, not proofread

Featuring: implied Kimi Antonelli x Reader, Older brother!MV1, Platonic!OB87, JD7, GB5, IH6, LL30

Unsure of which rookie you were hoping for, so I went with Kimi! I also opted to make it partially a SMAU.

y/nverstappen

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y/nverstappen 2025 rookies ❌ My new best friends ✅

tagged olliebearman, liamlawson30, kimi.antonelli, isackhadjar, gabrielbortoleto_, jackdoohan, maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 - Why am I crossed out? 🙄 I’m the only reason you’re friends

y/nverstappen - Cause this ain’t about you 🙄 You get everything.

olliebearman - That first pic of me is awful 🥲

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username1 - I just know Max HATES constantly having to see and hear about these rookies 😂

y/nverstappen - Are you kidding me? They’re basically his kids already 🙄

isackhadjar - Y/N when will you come feature in a Kardashian lip sync?

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maxverstappen1 - sorry, she’s only allowed to feature on @/redbullracing…

> y/nverstappen - Says who? I would love to feature

kimi.antonelli - Hi Y/N!! ☺️

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y/nverstappen - Hi Kimi!! 😗

> maxverstappen1 - Why the kissy face 😡 Get rid of that!

> y/nverstappen - What’s up yours today?

username2 - So Y/N and Kimi… 👀

username3 - I know Max is losing it 😂

kimi.antonelli

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kimi.antonelli Met an idol, met him again, and then met his cool sister! Hi Y/N!

tagged y/nverstappen, maxverstappen1

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olliebearman - Y/N and Max get their own post and I don’t? I’ve known you longer!

kimi.antonelli - Sorry mate! I gotta get along with the world champion

> username4 - and his sister..? 👀

maxverstappen1 - I’m watching you, Kimi!

kimi.antonelli - Watching me win, hopefully!

> username5 - Watching you fail at flirting*

y/nverstappen - Not even a pic with my face in it?

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kimi.antonelli - It would ruin my perfect slideshow with me and max

> y/nverstappen - I hope you crash 🖕

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redbullracing - How time flies! Neither of the boys in that first picture knew he’d be a four time world champ! 💪 Let’s go for five!

y/nverstappen - 3 time*

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> maxverstappen1 - Can you not?

> y/nverstappen - I have nothing but hatred for you in my heart

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username6 - I’m so down for the KimiY/N plotline

username7 - Grid dad since forever 😭

username8 - Max always looks so uncomfortable in pictures 😂

MARCH 16TH, 2025 - 1:30 P.M.

It was officially the first race of the 2025 Formula One season. After lots of days with the media, Y/N was ready to just sit back and watch the chaos of the Australian Grand Prix unfold. While she did enjoy her time off, Formula One was something she had dearly missed during the break.

Y/N would never tell him this face to face, but she was always a fan of watching her brother race. The last few years in school was made less boring by rewatching old highlights and interviews, finding his sassy comebacks and witty quips to be hilariously entertaining.

This year was different, though. Because Max was no longer her only connection! Y/N made the last minute decision to finish her final year in high school online, opting to travel with her older brother and his girlfriend instead. She noticed that the rookies flocked towards him instantly, finding strange comfort in the previous world champion. However, that meant they surrounded her, too.

She liked them all! They were all unique and interesting in their own ways, but one lone rookie stood out. His humorous personality and friendly demeanor drew the girl in, which is why Y/N was now rooting for both Max Verstappen, her brother, and the delightful Kimi Antonelli.

As she was navigating the crowded paddock, Y/N felt something knock against the back of her head. She stumbled forward ever so slightly, twisting to meet the face of her culprit— Speak of the devil!

“Oh, Y/N! I’m sorry!” Kimi waved his hands frantically in an apologetic manner. He had been talking to Ollie, very animatedly at that, when he just happened to hit her. “Are you okay?”

She laughed it off, shrugging her shoulders. “Yeah, no worries. I think Max has done worse… On purpose.”

“What have I done?” Y/N shivered at the familiarly accented voice from behind her. She could practically hear how clenched his jaw was.

“Hit me-”

“He hit you?!” She was promptly cut off, her brother now flared up like an angry lizard.

“No!” Both Y/N and Kimi simultaneously yelped, making eye contact with each other, and then Max. “Well, not on purpose,” Y/N began. “It was an accident, really.”

“Hm.” Max put his hand on his sister’s shoulder, turning around and guiding her away. After a moment, he looked over his shoulder and squinted at the younger man. “Race is starting soon, so you should get to the garage.”

Y/N raised a brow, but nodded. “Okay.”

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maxverstappen1 P2! Tricky conditions, but good fun! See you in Shanghai 🇨🇳💪

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y/nverstappen - WOO THAT’S MY BROTHER!

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lando - Your brother didn’t even win 😂

> y/nverstappen - He tried and that’s enough for me

username9 - That was some proper racing! Let’s go super Max

username10 - That race damn near gave me a heart attack

username11 - Max carrying redbull on his shoulders, like always 🙄

y/nverstappen - one race in, and people are already being super opinionated… Liam is fine! Shut up!

> username12 - never mess with bff Y/N

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kimi.antonelli Ciao Melbourne! Had lots of fun racing! Scored during my first race 😉

tagged mercedesamgf1, y/nverstappen

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username13 - Did he think we wouldn’t notice the second picture?

username14 - Scored, huh? Points or a girlfriend 🤔??

maxverstappen1 - Good job, mate!

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username15 - He’s definitely ignoring it too

y/nverstappen - Congrats, I’m so proud of you! P4 🥹

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kimi.antonelli - Oh thanks ☺️❤️

> username16 - Not even trying to hide it anymore.

Y/N’S MESSAGES☆

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maxverstappen1 Welcome to the family I guess

P.S. Break her heart and I will crash into you on purpose!

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redbullracing - Ha! What a funny JOKE caption! Our little comedian.

maxverstappen1 - Yeah… A joke

y/nverstappen - Thanks for hard launching MY relationship

maxverstappen1 - Kimi said it was ok 👍

> y/nverstappen - ??

> y/nverstappen - What the hell, sure

kimi.verstappen - So happy to be apart of a great fam!

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y/nverstappen - WHY DID YOU CHANGE YOUR USER

username17 - WE KNEW IT

username18 - FINALLY

olliebearman - congrats to the happy couple

isackhadjar - dibs on maid of honor

y/nverstappen - wouldn’t dare pick anyone else

liamlawson30 - Totally unexpected (I knew the whole time)

maxverstappen1 - ULTIMATE BETRAYAL

> y/nverstappen - SNITCH

kimi.antonelli - ❤️💙

y/nverstappen - ❤️💙

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fawnnlvr · 2 months ago

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a very purple beginning | spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x purplehaired!reader

summary: in which a new agent joins the bau as their secretary and her dark purple hair and cold, reserved nature has piqued the interest of the bau, especially a special doctor.

word count: 2.1k (originally more but i decided to turn this into a series ♥︎)

masterlist

author's note: i am in love with this series i created in my head and in my notes app. reader is inspired by captain holt from brooklyn 99 bc i believe he is iconic. maybe adoptive daughter. anyways, hope you enjoy since i am making more parts ♥︎

"Is she even human?" Emily Prentiss asked, her mouth slightly parted in awe as her eyes followed your figure.

Her fellow colleagues shared the same expression as their eyes followed your every move. The way you walked, the way you spoke, the way you fixed a stray strand of your hair that was blocking your vision— it all seemed too perfect.

"It's like watching a robot in the body of a model." Morgan added as he watched you speak to Hotch regarding the matters in the open file the two of you were reading.

Spencer Reid stayed quiet in his seat, listening to the murmurs around him as he too found it hard to tear his eyes away from the new addition to the team. You had joined the Behavioral Analysis Unit only eight days ago as a secretary once their previous communication liason had left. Within those eight days, you were already the talk of the office with many claiming you as their so called 'work crush' and 'hopefully future work wife'. However, most of those dreams quickly fell through when people interacted with you and realized your beauty my only be for looking and not interacting with.

Although your job requires you to work closely with the team, Spencer and you have only interacted three times within that time frame.

The first was when Hotch had introduced you to everybody and Spencer gave you a nervous smile to which you replied back with the same stone expression on your face. The second time was when he apologized for getting in your way when you nearly bumped into him while turning the corner. You simply nodded your head before continuing your stride. The third and hopefully not final time was when you asked him a question about his germaphobia and how you could accommodate him while planning for the trips. You called him into the office that day and he had stammered as he told you that what you were currently doing was fine. Your eyes simply narrowed at his anxious figure before releasing him from your office.

"What hair dye do you think she uses because it hasn't faded not once and that is one of the hardest colors to maintain?" Penelope added, eyebrows furrowed as she knew the question would bug her until she asked. However, even the chirpy, extroverted Penelope could sometimes find certain people a bit scary. Hotch being one for the first few weeks she worked with him, and you being second.

"I know right? It's the perfect dark plum purple shade." Emily commented, shifting her weight to the other side as her eyes trailed from the roots of your hairs to the ends. Then, her dark brown eyes glanced to Spencer, "Hey Reid, your shirt is the same color as her hair. You're matching."

All three agents turned to Spencer who was sitting at his desk, just four feet away. He quickly averted his eyes from you and looked at them. "What's that?"

"Looks like he was staring at Miss Perfect too. I'm sure he loves her hair since it's basically his favorite color." Morgan teased, the same playful smile on his face that appeared whenever he mentions a potential romantic partners for the young prodigy of the FBI.

"I-It's a nice color. I wear it all the time and it's nice to see others appreciate it as well. There was a poll conducted in California that stated that purple was one of the most underappreciated colors when it came to choosing a favorite." Spencer rambled, fidgeting with his fingers.

Your purple hair was really what caught his attention in the beginning. It was this deep, rich shade of purple, the same shade that was littered in the forms of small trinkets or blankets in his home. The same shade that he thought looked the best on him when he looked into the mirror, making him more confident, so he bought more clothing in that shade. The same color that gave him this sense of comfort, as if when he looked at it, he was being embraced by a cold warmth. So in conclusion, he very much did love your hair simply because he already loved the color. At least, that is what he told himself to justify the unusual amounts of time he found his eyes wandering towards you.

"Yeah, cherry red is very in right now so I can't blame them." Penelope agreed.

"She seems so cool. Has anyone here actually spoken to her though?" Emily looked around to see if anyone could give her an answer she wanted to hear about the mysterious enigma that is you.

Morgan stated his experience first, "At the coffee bar, I once told her how I thought it was such a good morning and she told me it was expected to rain at noon. Then she walked off with her coffee."

They looked at Penelope next. "Well, I tried to talk to her— I really did. I was about to knock on her office door then I noticed the door was a tad bit open and I could hear her conversation on the phone. She was being really mean to the guy on the other side of the line so I got scared. Plus, she has that same stone cold look Hotch gives us when we turn in our paperwork late."

"So horror stories so far." the Prentiss girl winced at the thought that the new girl didn't have the warmest reputation.

"I don't think I have ever seen her smile." Rossi stated, joining the conversation and scaring the living life out of Morgan who didn't hear or sense him coming, "Sorry Morgan. Anyways, she is probably the same age as Spencer yet has the attitude of commander chief Hotch. Even I feel scared to talk to her."

"Great. Even the man with the most experience in dealing with psychopath serial killers hasn't even talked to her." Emily sighed as she crossed her arms. Rossi opened his mouth to testify against that statement since he did try to speak to you, but the original story was far too embarassing and he would rather keep that to himself.

"Didn't she call Reid up to her office a few days ago?" Rossi asked and everybody turned to Reid who was trying to finish writing his paperwork so he isn't subjected to the chilling stare of Hotch.

He looked towards them, putting down his pen, "She asked me if there was anything she could do to accommodate my germaphobia while traveling or in general."

The entire group swiftly moved as a whole towards Spencer's desk to interrogate him.

"How did she say it? Was she mean?" Penelope asked.

"Did a crow fly by the window?" Morgan laughed.

"Did she run out of battery and you had to change out her motherboard?" Rossi added, chuckling a little as well.

"No to Morgan and Rossi— Rossi especially since that isn't even technically correct— but she was nice." They looked at him weirdly before he added, "I guess?"

"Nice? You guess? Spencer we need every single detail. How exactly did she say it? What words did she use? I need to now the connotations of her words and how she structured it." The tech analysis was known for making friends with everybody under the roof of Quantico. She couldn't let her streak be broken because she was too scared. She needed to prepare herself before going into war.

"That was basically it. There was nothing too it. She wasn't mean or rude, she just asked a simple question as to how she can make me feel more comfortable— so in my opinion, she was nice." He defended your honor in a way, making it known that you were not a mean person at all.

You had went out of your way in order to ask him how you can improve his comfortability. No one had ever asked him that or acknowledged his needs that may have seemed simple and little to those on the outside, but huge to him. It was an aspect in his life that constantly controlled his every action and it was nice to know that somebody cared enough to help him after reading it in his case file.

"Maybe she's one of those cold people on the outside but a secret sweetheart." Emily suggested and Penelope gasped as if she just realized life-changing information.

"Oh my goodness, if that's true and I have been avoiding her this entire time— I am a terrible person. I, Penelope Garcia, had judged a person by their cover. I need to make it up to her. I need to —"

"She's coming." Spencer warned. This was probably the only time he thanked his eyes' little habit of trying to find you wherever you were in the room because he wouldn't want you to find out they were all huddled together to discuss what type of person you were.

The group all composed themselves as they directed their attention to you and Hotch making your ways to the group. Wow, it was like watching a father and daughter duo. The sharp gazes and the tight lines of the lips that never threatened to curl.

Hotch looked down towards you and you caught his eye before stepping forward, barely an inch. Almost as if you did not want to, but Hotch previously instructed you to do so.

"We have a case." you stated and Hotch nodded from behind your figure. Your voice was quiet yet monotone as you faced the group of people.

"Briefing room in ten. [Surname] will present the case. Garcia, assist her."

"Yes sir." Garcia immediately stepped forward as you took a step back, almost taken aback by her enthusiasm to be near you, an act that only Spencer seemed to notice as Garcia briskly walked to take a place by your side.

You stiffly walked by Penelope's side, almost as if the dark confidence you held in your walk was shaken by the mere presence of a bright individual beside you.

Spencer Reid arrived in the briefing room and sat in his usual seat. This was the first case you would be presenting and joining after Hotch decided that the first week of your job should be spent organizing the work left by the previous communication liason and getting a feel for the work.

Hotch gave you and Penelope a nod, signaling that it was time to start. The tech analysis had passed out files as you stood right beside the projector, prim and poised.

The briefing room was quiet, so quiet that Spencer was sure that you could hear his breathing pattern doing its best to return back to normal after pacing back and forth before he entered due to not wanting to be the first person in the room along with you and Penelope.

Your voice echoed through the room. It wasn't loud and projecting, nor was it soft and quiet, it was just right. Your spoke as if the entire report was memorized and rehearsed, definitely not giving you a chance to beat the robot allegations.

Your eyes really flickered off of either the projector or Hotch, but when it did, Spencer tried to offer a nice smile of support. Whenever he presented in front of large crowds, he was told to try and get a feeling for the crowd and so he thought you would appreciate knowing you were doing good.

Blink. You had blinked at him before averting your gaze someplace else and finishing the report. That was better than no reaction, he reasoned.

"Wheels up in thirty." Hotch stated, gathering the files as he stood up and made his way out. Following closely behind him was you. The clacks of your high heels quietly echoed in the room as the rest of the agents watched as you walked out— more like strutted out.

The door had closed and the remaining agents had turned to Penelope to tell them all that happened while they were alone for approximately eight minutes and ten seconds.

"Oh my goodness. Once you get over the monotone stern voice, she really is nice. Her expression did not change once and she didn't smile, but I can see it in her eyes— I think she likes me." Penelope proudly proclaimed, her nose tilted up as she retold her accomplishment.

"Looks like she's not so scary after all." Rossi stated, content, now that he knows he can have a conversation with you without worrying that you will be mean. He once had to deal with a group of cool teenagers for a case back in the day and you reminded him of them. Somebody who can ruin his self esteem and confidence with a small snicker and comment.

"Slowly but surely, I think she'll open up." Derek stated.

Spencer looked down on his lap. That's what he's been trying to say.

#fawnnlvr writes #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff

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tojicide · 4 months ago

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chapter three ── pepper spray.

the spider’s sense: a spidercaleb series.

♥︎ spider-man!caleb 𝑥 fem!reader.

synopsis. ┆ caleb’s life was perfect—until it wasn’t. a radioactive spider bite turned him into linkon’s friendly neighborhood spider-man, the daily bugle started hunting for the man behind the mask, and to top it all off, he was forced to partner up with you—his smart, competitive, and infuriatingly perfect classmate who threatened his spot as number one in the class rankings.

tags/warnings. ┆ college/modern au, academic rivals to lovers, fluff, angst, eventual smut, gran isn’t evil in this LOL, the canon event, college parties, alcohol consumption, cliches, depictions of serious crime, references to the spider-man comics and movies, credit to @/haven__ly on x for the middle pic, mdni

chapter summary. ┆ caleb tries to adapt to his newfound role as the web-slinging hero of linkon city, and you receive the opportunity of a lifetime.

chapter warnings. ┆ slightly sexually suggestive content and a little bit of bodily harm…… but nothing too crazy i swear!

prev: chapter two. ┆ series masterlist. ┆ next: chapter four.

“Aw, come on. Again?”

Caleb feels like he’s been at this for hours. Realistically, it’s been four minutes—maybe five—but time stretches a bit slower when all you do is fail.

He straightens up, tugging at the red ski mask that clings to his face. Despite the crisp morning air, the layers he’s wearing are doing him no favors. The mask in particular is itchy, tight, and, if he’s being honest, suffocating. Maybe you were right—maybe he did have big head syndrome.

But he pushes that thought aside, rolling his shoulders back and planting his feet firmly against the rooftop. With careful precision, he flicks his wrist toward the corner of Mama Louisa’s Pastry Shop—a well-loved business by both himself and every other Linkon University student running on caffeine and sugar. Hopefully she won’t mind him using her bakery as a makeshift training ground.

He tenses his wrist again, and finally—finally—a strand of silk shoots from his pulse point… only for a gentle breeze to carry it away like it’s nothing more than stray thread from a sweater.

Caleb exhales sharply through his nose. Okay. That’s fine. Progress is progress.

He tries again. Fails again, too.

But then, on his next attempt, something changes. He can feel it. A flick of his wrist, the perfect angle with just the right amount of tension.

Thwip!

The web sticks, thick and sturdy like the ones he’d shot in his dorm room, right against the bakery’s awning.

Caleb grins so wide it could rival the Empire State Building. He doesn’t fully understand why this is happening—these heightened senses, the silk-slinging, the unnatural strength—but if his research means anything, it all traces back to the spider bite in the university lab. Probably. If he were to be honest, it’s more of an educated guess for the moment.

Without thinking twice, he sprints forward and leaps from the rooftop. In hindsight, thinking twice might’ve been a good idea, because when he goes to shoot another web at the next building, his aim is—how should he put this?—gods awful.

The silk completely misses its mark, latching onto a birch tree instead. And before Caleb can course-correct, he goes slamming into it face-first.

BAM!

Leaves rustle. Branches snap. Somewhere, a pigeon squawks in alarm, and it might be simultaneously scolding Caleb in a language he can’t understand.

He groans, peeling himself away from the tree trunk, only to find himself tangled in a mess of twigs and leaves.

“Mister!”

He blinks, his brain still rattled from the impact.

“Mister! Down here!”

It takes a second for his senses to recalibrate, but once they do, he follows the tiny voice downward until his gaze lands on a little girl standing at the tree’s base. She looks no older than five, her curly hair swallowing her small face as the wind ruffles through it. Despite her tiny stature, she stands with her hands on her hips, staring up at him with a look of determination.

She points upward. “Can you get Mr. Pickles? He’s scared of heights.”

Caleb blinks again, squinting in the direction of her tiny finger.

And there, perched precariously on a flimsy branch, is a scrawny grey cat.

“Mr. Pickles?” he mutters, already moving before he can think twice. (And this time, that was a good thing.)

His fingers stick effortlessly to the tree bark as he climbs, his static cling allowing him to crawl along the surface like he was made for this. He scales the trunk with ease, reaching the trembling feline in a matter of seconds.

“Here, kitty kitty,” he coos, slowly wrapping an arm around the cat and tucking him securely against his chest. “You’re alright. No need to be scared now.”

Once he makes his way back down, he lands gracefully on his feet, adjusting the cat in his arms before handing him off.

The little girl grins, cradling Mr. Pickles like he’s the most precious thing in the world. “Thank you, mister!”

Caleb smiles. “No problem, sweetheart.”

She beams up at him before dashing back toward a nearby apartment building. “I’ll give Mr. Pickles a hug for you!”

“Make it extra warm for me, yeah?”

“Okay!”

And just like that, she’s gone, disappearing behind the lobby doors with her newly rescued companion.

The air is cold, the streets quiet. No sirens, which was a luxury these days. The perfect time for a peaceful stroll.

Or, in Caleb’s case, the perfect time to fail at web-slinging.

That was fine, though. No one saw.

Except for a small child who owned a runaway cat.

Caleb walks down the sidewalk in an attempt to forget about the embarrassment of the moment, hands stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie, the ski mask still clinging uncomfortably to his face. The whole city feels half-asleep, barely stirring under the early sun, and for once, Caleb lets himself enjoy it. Well, as much as he possibly can enjoy something after a morning of throwing himself at trees and towards buildings.

“Excuse me, young man?”

Caleb halts, turning to find an elderly woman peering up at him through thick-framed glasses, her wrinkled face pulled into a look of concern. She clutches a tote bag to her side, a plaid scarf wrapped neatly around her hair.

“I just saw you help that young girl, and I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the nearest dry cleaners,” she asks, adjusting her grip on the bag. “I swear, my memory is getting worse by the day. It’s around here somewhere, I just can’t seem to—”

“Oh, yeah, it’s just a few blocks down,” he gently interrupts, gesturing toward the street corner. “Take a left at the bakery right over there and then it’s right past the old bookstore. Can’t miss it, I promise.”

The woman sighs in relief. “Oh, you’re an angel, thank you! I was walking in the wrong direction for who knows how long.”

Caleb chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Happens to the best of us.”

“I hope you have a wonderful day, sweetheart,” she says, already turning to go in the direction he’d gestured to.

He offers a charming smile that reaches his eyes. “You too, ma’am.”

And with that, he continues down the sidewalk, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It’s funny, really. He hadn’t really thought about it before, but he actually enjoys this aspect of his new predicament more than he originally anticipated. Helping people, even if it’s just with the small stuff. Before, it seemed like those opportunities were fleeting, and now, they laid around him in abundance.

Then, just as he’s about to take a right onto the next block…

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!

His head snaps toward the alleyway up ahead. A car alarm wails through the narrow space between buildings, the sharp noise sending a jolt of electricity straight down his spine.

And before he can think—before he can even process what was going on—his legs are already moving. Maybe that was a new impulse that the spider bite had brought upon him, too.

He sprints into the alley, heart hammering wildly in his chest, and that’s when he sees him.

A man hunched over the driver’s side door of an old blue sedan, hands fumbling with a crowbar against the handle. He’s working fast—too fast and too irresponsibly—not even sparing a glance over his shoulder as the alarm screeches on.

Caleb doesn’t hesitate. His wrist flicks.

Thwip!

The web shoots out before he even registers it happening, sticking clean onto the man’s hand… and the door handle he was prying open.

“What the—”

The guy jerks back instinctively, only to realize that his hand isn’t going anywhere.

Caleb halts to a stop a few feet away, breathing hard, adrenaline singing through his veins.

Sirens wail in the distance, he then realizes.

The thief panics, tugging at his hand with increasing desperation. “What the hell? Get this off me, man! What is this—glue?”

Caleb tilts his head, taking a slow step forward. “Tch. What glue do you know that looks like that? You’ve got the mind of a real scholar, you know. Ever thought about givin’ up grand theft auto for Harvard?”

The sirens grow louder.

The man flails now, yanking at his wrist, his feet slipping against the pavement. “C’mon, man, you gotta— you gotta help me out here.”

“Yeah, see, I don’t think I do,” Caleb muses, his heartbeat finally slowing to something steady, something that was almost calm.

“What are you? A cop?”

Caleb tilts his head. Even through the mask, his deadpan is palpable. “Really, man?” he drawls. “You think I’m a cop?”

The thief scoffs, loud and hard, shaking his head like Caleb is the idiot here. “Tch. Whatever.”

Then, his free hand vanishes into his coat. When it returns to his line of sight, a blade flashes before he even has time to blink. “Don’t make me use this, kid.”

A knife. A whole kitchen knife. Serrated edges, too. Probably stolen. Probably dirty. Probably the worst attempt at a threat that he has ever seen in his entire life.

Caleb gasps. Theatrically. He drops straight to his knees, too, his arms flying up over his head in a show of fake panic. “A kitchen knife? No! No, please spare me!”

The guy nods. “Yeah, that’s right. Just let me go, and—”

Thwip!

The thief jerks, eyes so wide they nearly bulge out of his skull.

And just like that, his mouth is gone.

Well. Not gone, gone. Just… thoroughly webbed shut.

“Mmph! Mm— mmph!”

Caleb straightens up, resting his hands on his hips as he tilts his head, a layer of faux sympathy dripping from his voice. “Sorry, what was that? Couldn’t quite catch it.”

The guy flails once more.

Useless. Helpless. Pathetic.

So pathetic that it almost makes Caleb feel bad. Almost.

Then the sirens return. They’re more persistent now. Louder. Closer.

Flashing red and blue swallow the alley, bouncing off the walls like stage lights for the thief’s almost-perfect crime.

The man whips his head toward them. Caleb follows his gaze, then hums, turning back with a single gloved finger pressed over his own masked mouth.

“Sh.”

He disappears before the first cop even steps out of the car, and as he whisks into the city, slipping between alleyways, a single thought loops through his mind.

He can do something with this.

Like... really do something.

Not just helping lost grandmas and rescuing stranded cats.

But this…

This was something that went far beyond what the Linkon PD was capable of: stopping the bad guys before they got away.

And now, he swings with a newfound ease, a confidence that wasn’t there before, flipping between buildings, twisting through the bright glow of billboards. Caleb finally gets it. The mechanics, the rhythm, the thrill of it. The way the city unfolds before him like a playground of concrete and steel.

Beneath him, people point. People cheer. People wonder.

But one man does not wonder.

One man knows.

That man stands just outside a quiet café, his untouched tea steaming in his hands, his sharp gaze never leaving the sky. He was on his way toward the Oscorp building in the distance, his badge reading Dr. Curtis Connors — Head Biologist.

Unlike the others, he does not gape. He does not cheer.

He only watches.

His glasses slip down his nose as he tilts his head, following the figure’s trajectory with a stare so focused and precise it could slice through bone. His mind moves faster than his pulse. Not a suit. Not a rig. Not a device. No, no—it’s organic. The silk isn’t shot from him. It belongs to him.

His fingers twitch.

Click.

The photo is grainy due to the shakiness of his grip, but the silhouette is unmistakable.

Curtis Connors exhales slowly through his nose, fingers already moving, already typing, already sending. His recipients were none other than the student team who wrote for the medical journalism column in the Linkon University Chronicle.

Curtis Connors: [image attachment] Find out as much info as you can on this figure.

He watches the message send. Then, he watches as this figure, as blissfully unaware as can be, swings off into the sky—free and untouchable.

For now.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Your phone buzzes in your back pocket, but you don’t have half the mind to reach for it—not when a sea of sorority girls is already waving you down with welcoming smiles and outstretched arms.

“Tara!” you greet, barely getting the word out before she yanks you into a bear hug that nearly knocks the wind out of you.

“You came!” she squeals. “I totally thought you were gonna back out at the last minute.”

“How could I?” you reply, returning the hug before reaching for Cleo, who wraps her arms around you like she hasn’t seen you in years. “I made a commitment. I had to follow through, even if midterms are coming for my throat and I haven’t touched my biology flashcards in, like… two weeks.”

Tara laughs, shaking her head. “You worry too much. Just relax, have some fun. You deserve it.” Then, she leans in conspiratorially, dropping her voice to a whisper. “Plus… he who shall not be named isn’t even here. I think he bailed. You might actually be Caleb-free today.”

Your eyes widen with a gleam that could outshine a kid in a candy store. A sunny afternoon with your friends? Caleb-free? Total score.

“I love your suit!” Cleo chirps, dragging your attention back to Earth. Her fingers lightly trace the hem of your bikini top. “It suits your skin tone so well. Where’d you get it?”

You glance toward the sky like the clouds might give you your memory back. “Uh… probably Target? Like, two years ago?”

“Well, I’m definitely raiding the swimwear section before Spring Break,” she laughs, handing you a half-full bucket of water. She pauses for a moment, then adds with a grin, “I mean seriously—that top is really working for you.”

You laugh, awkwardly tucking the large bucket against your torso. “Thanks. I thought it might’ve been… too much,” you say, gesturing a hand over your chest.

“No, no!” Tara interjects immediately, hands flying into the air like she’s warding off some curse. “It’s the perfect amount of boobage.”

You eyebrows raise. “You think so?”

“I know so,” she says with full confidence.

Before you can say much at all, Cleo’s voice cuts in like a bullet. “Looks like someone else thinks so too.”

“Someone else? Who…?”

But you don’t finish. Your voice trails off the second your eyes follow her pointed gaze.

Across the lot. Lambda Chi Alpha’s side. Shirtless guys joking and slinging sudsy water at each other like they're in a beer commercial. But your gaze settles on one in particular.

Caleb.

Shirt off. Abs fully present and accounted for—all eight of them, you made sure to count. Somehow looking even better than he did a few days ago, which is rude. Biceps glistening from the sun and suds. Hair a mess in the best possible way. And those arms—Gods, those arms should be studied in a lab.

“Yoohoo?” Tara sings, tapping your forehead like she’s knocking on a front door.

You blink, snapping out of your trance. “What?”

Tara and Cleo exchange an all-knowing look.

“I thought you didn’t want to see Caleb today,” Tara says with a lopsided smile.

“I don’t.”

“And yet…” Cleo gestures broadly, “there you were. Gawking.”

You scoff. “I can dislike someone and still objectively—totally objectively—acknowledge that they might not be the most hideous person to walk the Earth.”

Cleo hums. “Uh-huh. Totally objective.”

“It is an objective observation!”

“Sure, sure,” Tara teases. “Just science. A visual data analysis of muscle definition.”

You sigh, pointing at her. “Exactly.”

. . .

Caleb isn’t faring much better.

In fact, he’s doing worse. A lot worse.

He tries to apply logic to the situation. To rationalize the incredibly logicless mess he has found himself in.

It must be his new senses—yeah, that has to be it. His body adjusting, his nervous system overcompensating, deciding that now, of all godforsaken times, would be a great moment to send every ounce of blood in his body to a very unhelpful location.

His eyes widen, panic rising in his chest.

No. No, no, no. This is not happening.

Almost instinctively, he wrenches himself away from your general direction, physically turning his body like that alone will make his predicament less of a predicament.

It’s not his fault.

Seriously. It’s not.

No amount of superability could ever counteract the very human reality that, at the end of the day, Caleb Xia is just a man.

A man with… an appreciation for certain assets.

And today, his attention seems to have locked onto yours in particular.

Now isn’t the time for this. There would never be a time for this. He feels horrible, like a pathetic schoolboy with zero control over his own body.

Somewhere in his haze of absolute distress, his dog tag ends up wedged between his teeth, because apparently, his body has decided that biting metal is his last line of defense against catastrophic embarrassment.

Gran naked. Gran naked. Gran naked.

He squeezes his eyes shut, practically chanting the words in his head to paint a better picture like a desperate exorcism.

Gran naked. Gran naked. Gran na—

“You’re going to ruin those if you bite on them any harder.”

Caleb’s entire brain short-circuits.

His eyes snap open, locking onto yours. You’re standing there, bucket in your arms, tilting your head at him like he’s some kind of science experiment gone wrong.

He is barely keeping himself together.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope.

But then, you pout.

“Go on, boy,” you tease, voice dangerously sweet, mockingly condescending, like you’re talking to a dog. “Drop ‘em.”

His entire soul leaves his body. A muscle in his jaw ticks, and with a dramatic roll of his eyes, he finally drops the dog tag from his teeth.

You beam at him, reaching out to ruffle his hair like he actually is a well-trained mutt. “Good boy!”

Caleb scoffs, swatting your hand away. “Shut up.”

You laugh, and he hates how much he likes the sound of it.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” you grin, reaching into the bucket. “Here’s your treat.”

Before he can react, a water-soaked sponge lands smack against his chest with a loud slap.

“You’re the worst,” he grumbles, peeling the sponge off as you shut off the hose and hoist your bucket back into your arms.

“Sure I am,” you chirp. “Good luck, waterboy.”

Caleb huffs, his head snapping up as you begin to walk past him. “The newbie is callin’ me a waterboy? Who brought in the most customers last year again?”

“Blah, blah, blah,” you say through a sigh, waving him off. “Who cares about last year?”

He’s about to counter—because he cares, and his title as reigning champ of the car wash must be defended at all costs—but then, you stop right beside him.

And for the love of all things holy, the air thickens.

You turn slightly, tilting your chin, that same smug glint in your eyes. “I, for one, certainly don’t care about last year. You’ll have to work harder this time around, anyway.”

Caleb narrows his eyes. “Why’s that?”

You don’t answer verbally. With a small sway of your fingers toward the parking lot, you point his attention elsewhere. Delta Gamma’s station currently had a long, ever-growing line of cars. A parade of eager customers at your fingertips.

Caleb exhales slowly. “Ah.”

“Mm-hmm,” you hum knowingly.

And then you look him over. Blatant in a way that makes him shiver. Up. Down. Unrushed. Deliberate. Unfair.

And then, just like that, you pivot on your heel. “Gotta go.”

Before you can fully escape, his hand catches your wrist.

“Hey, hey, hey— not so fast,” he murmurs, voice dropping just slightly. Just enough. “If you’re so confident… maybe we should bet on it.”

You stop and turn back toward him. There’s a competitive glint in your eye. It’s exciting.

And unfortunately, it’s doing nothing to help with the currently unsolved issue in his shorts.

“Alright.” It takes zero hesitation. The opportunity to publicly defeat Caleb Xia is simply too good to pass up. “You’re on.”

His lips curl into an almost-there smile. “Terms?”

Your smile should be legally registered as a deadly weapon. “Loser has to wash the winner’s car… and purposely take a B- on the next lab report.”

Caleb lifts a brow. “You don’t have much to lose.”

You shrug, all casual, all effortless charm, and it’s killing him.

“Nope,” you reply smoothly. “I have everything to gain.”

Caleb should be fighting for his life against whatever spell you’ve just cast over him.

Instead, he falls for it.

(Hook. Line. Sinker.)

“Fine,” he says, sliding his hold from your wrist to your palm, giving your hand a firm shake—his fingers lingering just a little too long against yours.

“You’re on.”

. . .

Caleb should have really thought this through.

But instead, he let you get under his skin, let your smug little grin trick him into underestimating you.

Big mistake, because not even five minutes in, the Delta Gamma girls are practically drowning in customers, and Caleb has barely started scrubbing down his first car.

Caleb squints in your direction. This is not fair.

It feels like only ten minutes pass by before he looks in your direction again, and this time, he finds himself sweating.

Partially from the sun, partially from watching you rinse off a car with zero mercy—your movements way too efficient for someone who supposedly hasn’t done this sort of thing before.

And still, he refuses to lose. He has to switch tactics.

If charm is your secret weapon, then it can be his too. It was his before it was yours, anyway.

He yawns, stretching his arms just enough to get the attention of a group of girls suspiciously and slowly passing by in a yellow slugbug.

"Hey," he greets, sending a smile their way as he leans against the car, muscles flexing just right. "Need a wash?"

And to no one’s surprise but your own, it works.

Unfortunately, by the time the car wash ends, the results are as clear as day—you won.

And now, here Caleb stood—arms crossed, lips pressed into a firm line, trying to accept his defeat.

“So,” he exhales, dragging a hand down his face, “when am I washing your car?”

Your grin turns dangerously smug. “Oh, I don’t have a car.”

Caleb stares at you like his brain needs a full reboot to comprehend what you just said.

“Sneaky.”

You shrug. “I prefer genius.”

"Not cool." Caleb shakes his head, his hands going to his hips. “I don’t like havin’ unpaid debts.”

“Well…” You rock back on your heels, tilting your head at him. “Maybe you can get creative. Find a new way to pay up.”

Caleb arches a brow. “Like?”

You hum, tapping your chin like you’re actually putting serious thought into it. “Hm… bring me coffee from the café every time we have a lecture.”

Caleb scoffs. “You're joking.”

“I'm not.”

He lets out a long, drawn out sigh. “Fine.”

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Caleb knew as well as anyone that crime woke up when the city went to sleep.

So tonight, he stayed up to witness it. Maybe he’d do something good for the city. Maybe he wouldn’t. But he had to try. He had to.

It felt like something was calling to him, something so instinctive and certain that he couldn’t help but listen.

That was how he found himself here, sprawled across the roof of a liquor store, killing time with a game that had no winner. He flicked a pebble toward the ledge, watching as it bounced back near his hand. Again. Again. Anything to keep himself occupied while he listened for any sounds of trouble.

The bell of the liquor store’s entrance rang, and the sudden noise jolted through him, causing his grip to slip. Instead of hitting the ledge, the pebble sailed clean over the rooftop.

“Ouch!”

Caleb froze, and then scrambled to the edge of the roof, yanking his ski mask into place. He peered over the ledge, pulse spiking.

And when he saw who he’d just pelted in the head with a rock, he really should have expected it.

You.

Of course it was you, because why wouldn’t it be?

He watched as you winced, rubbing at the spot where the pebble had struck. You glanced around but, not seeing anyone, just sighed and continued down the sidewalk, bag of groceries clenched in your hand.

And as you walked, Caleb noticed a few things.

The way your pace sped up near the alleys. The way you slowed when you passed under a streetlamp, lingering just a second longer in the light. The way your fingers curled a little tighter around the grocery bag.

You were afraid, and he could understand why.

This wasn’t the best part of the city. It was dark and lonesome, a breeding ground for all things dangerous.

So, without much thinking—without even giving himself the chance to talk himself out of it—he decided to make sure you got home safe.

For purely vigilante reasons, of course.

. . .

You swear you’re not crazy, but someone is definitely following you.

The almost silent breathing. The faint but deliberate footsteps against pavement.

You pick up your pace, but curiosity is a terrible thing, and despite your better judgment, you glance over your shoulder.

And there he is: a shadow perched on the edge of a rooftop. Watching.

Your heart stutters in your chest.

What the hell? Was he… doing parkour? You huff, shaking your head. Not important.

Your pulse spikes, and your body reacts before your mind does. You do the only logical thing you can think of: you bolt.

Your bag slips from your grip, but you don’t have time to care. Every survival instinct you’ve ever had is screaming at you to run.

Like clockwork, the footsteps behind you quicken.

A voice speaks up. “Hey, you dropped your—“

Shrieking, you whip around mid-sprint, finger already slamming down on the trigger of your pepper spray.

The man barely has time to react. He coughs and chokes, stumbling backward like he just got decked in the face. Your groceries fly through the air as he flails, practically throwing them back at you in the process.

“What—” he wheezes, hands clutching his eyes as he coughs again. “What was that for?”

“You…” your breath is coming out in sharp gasps as you clutch the pepper spray tighter. “You were following me!”

He tries to open his eyes, then immediately winces. “I was making sure you got back to campus okay!”

You take a step back, grip still firm around the bottle. “Well… well why the hell did you start running after me when I ran, huh?”

“You dropped your groceries!”

You hesitate because he sounds genuinely frustrated. “Well… don’t do that again, you freak! Don’t you know you shouldn’t follow people home?”

“I wasn’t— I mean, I was, but not for any reason you might be thinking of,” he stammers.

There’s an awkward beat as he forces himself to stand upright again, shoulders tense. Then, as if realizing how bad this looks, he raises his hands in surrender.

“I mean no harm,” he says. And despite everything, he sounds sincere. “This is just… kinda what I do now. I’m looking out for the people of the city.”

You exhale sharply. Then, after a beat, your free hand dips into your grocery bag. You pull out a bottle of water and toss it to him.

“You should really work on your methods, Spider-Man,” you mutter, shaking your head as your gaze falls down to the spider design on his sweatshirt. As you turn away, you add, "Rinse your eyes. It’ll help."

Your heart is still hammering in your chest as you begin to walk away, but you manage to steady your breathing as you near the dorms. Your mind, however, is still racing.

Because the moment you calm down enough to think, a realization hits you.

The image. The blurry, low-resolution shot that Dr. Curtis Connors sent your group just days ago. The figure looked identical to the man you just encountered. The one he wanted to know more about.

Your stomach drops, and you whirl around, phone in hand with your camera ready. Much to your dismay, the figure is already gone. He has vanished into thin air without leaving so much as a single trace.

You curse under your breath, fingers flying over your phone screen as you open up the message thread.

You: I have a lead. I just ran into him. I think he’s a student at Linkon University.

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connie really prided himself on the values and morals he was taught. he knew that it wasn't that common for someone in his age group to have the same level of emotional maturity that he did. with that being said, he really tried to keep his cool and talk most things out.

this was not something he could just talk it out.

his best friend and roommate, jean, recently got himself a girlfriend. not just any girlfriend, he got the baddest bitch connie had ever laid his eyes on. connie wanted her so bad, for so long - something that jean knew when he pursued you - and he was in awe everytime he saw you. he would give you his firsts, lasts and everything in between.

connie knew something you didn't know though. you were jean's rebound, if you could even call it that.

jean was still actively in love with mikasa ackerman. he would sell his soul to dave her over you anyday. however, jean being jean, he kept his feelings inside and tried to suppress them. if jean was with you and mikasa needed him, he would drop everything to go to her. & connie could start to see you getting more and more fed up.

connie (and his other two roommates, eren and armin) noticed how often mikasa was over their house late at night, sneaking out in the early mornings. it pissed connie off, he was so envious of jean and jeans's dumbass didn't even know what he has.

connie woke up to the smell of food being cooked and he immediatly knew who it was. he walked into his bathroom, brushed his teeth and made sure he looked presentable. he didn’t bother changing out his sleep pants, and he definitely didn’t out a shirt in. he wanted you to see him just like this. he passed the staircase where he could see your shoes, and he made his way to the kitchen. you were wearing a moomoo with your bonnet, and with every movement you made, connie could see verying move. everything. "g'morning pretty girl."

you turned around and smiled at him before looking him up and down. "good morning connie! i'm almost finished. i'm making pancakes, and i make yours crispy around the edges, just how you like them."

"you ain't have to do all that mama." he said. he walked over to you, towering over you a bit. you looked up at him, his hazel eyes pulling you into a trance. his stubble and piercings really pulling his already perfect face together. you guys looked at each other in silence for a bit before a voice broke the trance. you thought to yoursled, why did you give up on connie and settle with his homeboy?

“w’sup y/n. where's jean?" eren asked as he and armin walked from upstairs.

"mmcht." you kissed your teeth, looking down at the pancakes you were flipping. "that nigga went to go help mikasa go shopping. who goes shopping at 10am as soon as the mall open? mind you, he neva ever asked me if i wanted to go with them or nothing. he left while i was still sleep and texted me to see when i woke up."

"he what?" eren said, making his distaste known, "i can't even cap that's crazy."

"yea. why do you even put up with that?" armin asked. "i wish my girl would sneak off with her guy friends while i'm sleep."

"i really don't know y'all." you said, plating three plates for them. "i'm really fed up with this at this point. he lucky i ain't tell my brother cause ony would've beat his ass by now."

"tch. he ain't the only one." connie mumbled, grabbing some juice from the fridge for everyone. you went to take it from him to pur drink, before he moved out the way. "you need help? let me do it."

"thanks connie." you smiled at him. you guys ate the food you prepared and laughed as you talked. it felt god being around them. "i'm gonna go home. i think i'm just tired of being his second choice. i'm done."

“what? why?” armin asked.

“i know y’all know he’s fucking around with her. i mean, i get i wasn’t his top choice but damn. he wasn’t mines either but here i am being loyal.”

“who was?” eren chuckled. he and jean had a back and forth friendship so this was amusing to him.

“not saying.” you winked before rolling your eyes at the thought of jean. “this was the last straw, this was so disrespectful.”

"m’sorry mama. want me to drive you? i didn't see your car." connie asked.

"jean drove me here. i can uber or something-"

"let me drive you." connie said. you nodded, not trying to fight it anymore. "go get dressed, i'll be waiting."

"thank you, con. seriously. gimmie like 45 minutes." you hugged him before walking downstairs, where the basement was. jean's room was there with the game room that all the boys shared.

as connie watched you walk downstairs, armin and eren sickered. "you're so whipped."

"man, he doesn't evne know what to do with allat. got me fucked up, she should be my lady, for real." connie finally vented. "i'm so pissed he treats her like that, that's a good damn woman."

"look. he fuck up, you can slide in and he can't be mad cause clearly she isn't his prioirty."

connie went and threw on a fit before going back to the living room. all the boys chilled in the living room, hitting a few blunts connie rolled the night before. by the time he checked his watch, it was already 12:45pm. “damn, he been gone a while.” armin pointed out.

as that was said, the front door opened and jean and mikasa walked in. he was holding her shopping bags as she held onto a milkshake. "hey guys." she said. he and jean had matching hoodies on, and she took off her shiny new shoes to get comfortable.

eren and armin acknowledged her, and connie said nothing. he just wanted to get you out of that house.

"y/n still here?" jean asked softly, not trying to be too loud.

"yeah. your girlfriend is still here." connie spoke, his voice laced with anger.

"okay well, mika and i were gonna go downstairs and shoot some pool." jean responded. he grabbed her wrist to walk her downstairs, before connie stopped them

"mhm." connie rolled his eyes. "y/n, you ready?" he called down. you responded by walking up the stairs, bags in hand. you looked like an angel to connie. your outfit fit you perfectly, and you looked so good. your makeup looked flawless as well.

"where you going?" jean asked, walking up to you. he tried wrapping his arms around you, but you nudged him off. "damn, that's how you doing me, y'n?"

"leave me alone, you clearly her nigga not mines." you responded. connie grabbed the duffle out your hands as y'all started toawrds the door before something caght your eye. "oh i know you're fucking lying. i just know."

"what?" connie asked before his eyes looked at what you were pointing at. two bags sat in the back of the pile: victoria secret and savagexfenty.

"jean. i'ma try to remain calm when i ask this question." you said, in an scarily calm voice, "you too this bitch lingerie shopping?"

"what did you call me?" mikasa asked.

"jean. hello??” you snapped in his face, “i'm talking to you. you better calm this ho down, cause she don't want no hands with me on my soul."

"you don't have to call her names, y/n." he said. before you could respond you saw red. you walked over to him and slapped him.

"you gone take this heffa shopping to get some lingerie and then wanna tell me not to call her names. knowing she knows we go together? yeah, i'm done. fuck you." you chucked, trying to calm down. you turned to her. "he single now bookie, he's all yours." you walked toawrds the door and opened it. "delete my number jean, dead ass. and don’t make me tell ony, he finna be on you like white on rice." you could hear him calling your name as you walked to connie's car. he walked in front of you, opening the passenger door for you. you gave him a smile of appreciation before sitting down. jean walked out the house in irritation.

“baby, come back let’s talk.”

“no., i didn't deserve that shit. go be with your girl, jean.” you said, slamming the car door closed. he walked over, knocking on the window. connie shoved jean away

"connie, you gonna do this to me bro."

"nah, you did this to yourself bro. you knew how i felt before you got with her anyway, and then you cheat and mistreat her. you’re a fucking loser and i should beat your ass." connie said before getting in the driver’s seat and driving off.

you were noticeably silent, except for a few sniffles here and there. connie just kept driving, not wanting to upset you further. “where you wanna go?”

“can you just take me home?” you asked. connie nodded, turning up the soft music that played. your legs were shaking as you tried holding yourself together. i mean, your boyfriend was cheating on you the whole time, even if y'all were together for a few months. "y'know what hurts the most? it's the betrayal. i don't know, it's just so shady."

"i mean, the person you loved did you dirt. sleeping with the same person that someone else has is not fun. i get it." connie said, his voice dripping with envy.

"i didn't love him, though," you admitted. "i loved the idea of having a real man, but he never stepped up to that plate. and i damn sure didn't fuck him." he tried to hide the growing smile on his fave by coughing. "maybe that's why? because i didn't give myself to him."

"don't blame yourself. hee was going to do what he wanted regardlss." he said as he turned into your apartment's parking garage. he looked over at you. your eyes met and your heart almost fluttered. was it connie all along? "you need help getting inside?" he asked. i nodded and we both got out the car. connie grabbed your bag from his trunk and you both walked up to your crib. in the elevator, you had to go to the 17th floor. you grabbed onto his arm and laid your head on your shoulder. the scent of his cologne filled your nose as you went up. he laid his head on yours in a comforting way. it was a feeling your now ex never gave you.

once you guys got off the elevator and into your apartment, connie helped drop your things in their designated areas. there was a difference in energy between you guys. "hey con?" you started.

"what's up ma?" he responded, coming to stand next to you.

"do you want to know who i wanted before him?" his chest tightened as he waited for your answer. "i still do, i think i was scared of rejection."

"who?"

"you." you whispered to him. his heart started racing. scared of rejection? he would have to be dumb as fuck.

“what made you think that?”

“well i was going to hit you up until jean told me you weren’t interested and then i was like damn but then he was all on my body but-“

“he said what?” connie asked, his voice slightly raised.

“it’s okay if you don’t feel the same connie. even though i still do.” you admitted. you’ve been around when he’s flirted with random girls at the parties thrown at their house. you’ve always paid attention, enviously wanting that attention from him.

“no, you don’t understand. he knew i wanted you-want you.” he corrected, “you’re all i’ve ever wanted since freshman year.” you looked up at him into his eyes.

“promise?” you said.

“mama i wouldn’t lie to you.” he responded, using his hand to lift your chin. you stood up on your toes and kissed him. finally. it felt like you guys were pieces of a puzzle, coming together.

the kiss between you two got hungrier and more passionate as he lifted you up onto your kitchen island. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, if that was even possible.

your hands roamed all around his body. they slid down his chest and abs before stoping at his pants. his right hand crept up and onto your neck, holding it with dominance. he pulled away slightly before smiling down at you. “do you want this, do you want me?”

all i took was a small yes for connie to lift you up and walk towards your bedroom. you squealed as he walked across your crib and into your room before gently tossing you onto the bed and pulling his shirt off. he leaned back over you and kissed you once again. his hands ran down your body as you guys melted into each other. he grabbed your legs and moved them apart so he could rub your panties from under your skirt. as soon as he touched you, it felt like that’s all he was made to do. connie was in shock, how could be let this much time pass without doing this? “you gonna let me fuck you princess?”

“please connie.” you whimpered to him. he tubbed your clit through your panties, causing you to moan out. “mm. fuck papa.”

“i know, i got you baby. keep calling me that okay, i’ll give you everything you need don’t worry.” he whispered, kissing your forehead as he applied more pressure. “ima give you all this dick baby.”

“please con-“

“that’s not my name, princess.” he cut you off, removing his hand. “maybe you don’t want it—“

“no! papa, please. please, im sorry.” you spilled out. “please i need you.” you’ve never felt to feral in your life.

“yeah? you sorry?” he mocked you as he bent down and pulled your panties off. they stuck to you ever so slightly because you were so wet for him. “fuck baby, tell me what you want.”

"i just want yo-fuck!" you exclaimed as he shoved his face into your pussy. his stubble rubbed against your thighs as he ate you out like there was no tomorrow. for connie, this was all he wanted, he could die happy. his tongue immediately went to your clit, swirling it and flicking at it.

“fuck, you taste so good mama.” he whispered before locking in and sucking at it. your eyes rolled back and your jaw dropped. “look so fucking pretty.”

“oh my god , papa.” you moaned out. your thighs starting closing at the sheer amount of pleasure you were feeling. his hands pried them open and grabbed the underside of them, forcing your knees to touch your chest. “fuck fuck you gonna make me cum already.”

“yeah baby? the fucking loser never made you feel this good?” he asked. you shook your head no and he rolled his eyes. “of course he didn’t.” he pulled his mouth away, replacing his tongue with his fingers. “cum all over my hand baby.” he bent down and kissed you as he fingered you. he could feel you getting close, so he used his thumb to rub your clit as he curled his fingers slightly.

“oh my—papa im cumming.” you practically yelled out, squirting on his hand. you were so shocked but you didn’t have time to complain about it as connie flipped you over onto your knees and gave you a love tap. you arched your back teasingly as he took his clothing off. “you gonna come fuck me baby?”

“oh you already know. you gonna take it like a big girl.” your eyes wandered down and widened slightly as you saw how thick and long connie was. i mean you peaked at it when he walked around in those gray sweats you loved.

“i’ll try.” you said, “if you make me.” connie chuckled as he got onto the bed behind you.

“i’ve been waiting for this forever mama.” he kissed your back. “if you need me to slowdown or stop, just say the word and i got you. i know it’s been a while.”

“m’kay baby.” you replied. you looked back at him and bit your lip at the sight. “i know you’re gonna take care of me.”

“damn straight.” he said before rubbing his tip on your clit. you gasped as he slowly pushed in, stretching you out.

“oh my fucking god, you’re so wet baby.” he moaned out, before pushing deeper.

“ your s’big papa.” you said. you clawed at the sheets as he pushed more of his dick into you. you felt him in what felt like your stomach as he bottomed out. “oh, fuck!”

“yeah. you feel allat baby?” he smiled down at your shaking figure. he slowly pulled out before pushing back in. you moaned out again, feeling every inch of dick he was giving you. “you okay baby?”

“yeah, i want it.” you begged. “please.”

“you sure mama, i can go slow?” he asked, kissing your back again. he pulled back some and gave you a test thrust. you moaned out, pushing back on him with need. he took that as a yes before he pulled put completely and slid in, sinking all the way in.

“oh baby.” you moaned out as he started fucking you deeply. your hand reach back and grabbed onto his as you took everything. “you’re so fucking big pa, fuck!”

“you got it baby. take your dick.” he said before he moaned in bliss. with each thrust, a huff fell from his lips. he spanked out as he changed his angle slightly, causing him to hit your spot head on. you got tighter around him (somehow) as you dripped all over your sheets.

“connie, that’s my spot papa.” you moaned out. you fell onto the bed into a arch as he pressed into your back and got to work. each slap of skin drove you closer and closer before your phone rang. he kept moving as he looked over and saw the man of the hour: jean was calling you.

“you want him to see who’s pussy this is baby?” he asked for your consent before answering the face time.

“show him baby. show him i’m yours.” you moaned out, fucked out. connie slapped your ass once before hitting answer. he turned the camera off before jean could notice.

“baby. i sent mika home, just let me make this right.” jean said as soon as the call connected. “you know i wouldn’t do you like—the fuck is that noise y/n?” he asked, as he heard you moan out.

connie grabbed the phone and turned the camera on. jean could now see you sprawled out in a crazy arch, taking whatever connie was giving you. drool covered your pillow as you fuck back on to connie. “she busy man.” connie said, slowing down. the string of cum the connected you two was visible and it sent jean into a rage.

“fuck you connie. you’re such a fucking bitch y/n.” he spat at you. you flipped him off before throwing back onto connie with more force. before jean could respond connie hung up, matching your movements.

“mm, papa i’m close.” you said. instead of moving faster (like you expected) he pulled out and flipped out over. he looked you in the eye as he folded your knees towards your chest, allowing for them to touch. he bent down and planted a kiss on your lips before pushing back into you as deep as he could. he watched your face as you melted with pleasure, a proud smile on his. "f-fuck."

"feel good mama?" he asked, giving slow, deep, and rough thrusts.

"i-mm-i love you." you moaned out.

connie looked at you, his heart filling up at your confession. "say it again baby." his thrust now had a bit more force behind it as he looked into your eyes.

"i love y-you connie." you said once again. this time, connie knew he wasn't dreaming.

"i love you so much baby." he said, speeding up his thrusts. he was once again hitting the spot you needed the most. "cum for me baby. i want my princess to feel good."

"mm, fuck im boutta cum." you whined out. his hand moved at lightning speed, his thumb rubbing your clit spot on. he felt you clamp down as you squirted on your sheets once again.

"good fucking girl baby." he grinned down at the mess you made. a few more thrusts and connie pulled out, cumming on your thighs. he moaned out as he came, the sight of you making his nut even harder.

you laid there, trying to regulate your breathing while connie quickly got into action, grabbing a warm towel from your bathroom and wiping you clean before going over with a baby wipe. he then went to your kitchen and grabbed you some water. "i meant what i said, y/n." he said, opening the water bottle and rubbing your legsas you drank it. "this wasn't just sex for me. i have loved you since freshman year. you bring my life so much joy."

i meant it too, con." you reassured him. "you're not just a rebound to me. i've always known that i felt deeply for you. if i had known earlier, you would have been the one i spent my time with." he jumped on the bed with you and you guys laughed as he pulled you into a tight squeeze. "i wanna be yours, con."

"oh trust me mama, you are. i'm going to take you out to ask officially. you know, when we not butt ass naked and sitting in cum." he laughed. you hid your face in his chest and slapped his arm.

"gross baby." you giggled. "nah but these needs be changed asap." you said. you guys got up and as you went to pee, he threw the sheets into the washer.

"come take a picture with me!" you called out to him. he walked into the bathroom and stood behind you. he slappedyour ass on him before posing and taking the pic. "can i post this?"

"oh i'm ig official alreaady? hell yeah, you can post it. tag me too." he said, kissing your forehead. you captioned it and posted. as you were scrolling, you saw armin had sent you over a post jean made. you clicked on the link to see him posting about you and connie.

"jean is talking about us on his twitter." you called out to connie. "he made i posted you. nigga must have my post notifications on or something."

"i'll check him, don't worry your pretty little head about that. he's envious that he can't have access to you no more." he called back. "get dressed, I'm finna take you to get some eats and then we can hit up a few malls, spoil yo ass."

this is what you were waiting for. to be treated right by a man you loved. and you hit the jackpot.

꧁꧂

𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴． 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥， 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘴 😭

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴！ 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥．

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Could you do an insta blurb with Anna Paul as a face claim? <33

never give up - ln4

my first lando blurb !! i was really excited to write for him so let me know your thoughts about this or send requests !

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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lando.jpg touchdown in bahrain. @yourinstagram forced me to try matcha (awful experience)

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landofan3 yn in the last picture she’s so cuuuute

username1 lando posting a picture of yn 👀 i bet they’re dating

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alexandrasaintmleux Ferrari girls >>> 🥰 ♥︎ by author

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landofan2 lando complaining in 3..2..1

landonorris It’s always tifosi or gives you wings but never papaya

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f1gossip Lando Norris enjoys Australia with mystery woman ahead of the Grand Prix this weekend

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landofan1 HEEELP

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username1 mystery woman 😂😂 @/yourinstagram

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landofan4 i’m going to say what everyone is thinking: i ship them

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yourinstagram AND THAT'S A WIN FOR THE SMOOTH OPERATOR AFTER THE OPERATION ‼️ congratulations carlitosss, don't let the papaya fool you, i was rooting for you

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landonorris I was in the podium too, you know?

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landonorris australia was nice :)

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landofan1 BABYYYYY

landofan2 LANDOOOO THE LAST PIC

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↳ yourinstagram bc i'm prettier ♥︎ by author

oscarpiastri Australia: the best country in the world

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landofan3 POSTING YN??? ON MAIN??

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↳ landofan1 SOOOO YN TOOK LANDO'S PICS

↳ landofan3 they're in love

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landonorris i didn't get that podium but i did get you some spam

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landofan1 BOYFRIEND MATERIAL

username1 when will lando nowins ends

landofan2 YN AGAIN?????

mclaren 🧡

danielricciardo Is this a YN fan account? ♥︎ by author

↳ yourinstagram IT SO IS RIGHT

↳ landonorris Can't hear the haters

username2 it's so obvious that those two are in a relationship

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↳ landofan2 to be fair yn doesn't really work for the drivers, she works for the f1 pr team

carlossainz55 👀

↳ landofan1 WHAT DO YOU KNOW

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↳ landofan1 NOT BUDDY HELP

↳ username1 even i felt hurt by that friendzone

↳ landofan2 lando was found crying

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username1 im so jealous rn

username2 teach me your ways

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maxfan1 REDBULL JACKET SLAY

landofan1 lando crying over the redbull gear soon

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↳ oscarpiastri Stop stealing my girlfriend from me thank you

↳ yourinstagram the mclaren boys being cry babies, exhibit B

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↳ yourinstagram exactly

username4 how does it feel to live my dream

maxverstappen1 Great great jacket

↳ landonorris i’m burning it

↳ landofan1 HEEEELP 😭

landonorris Best season so far 🫶🫶🫶 ♥︎ by author

↳ landofan2 LANDOOOOOO????

↳ landofan3 he’s down bad awe

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mclaren A very special guest joins the papaya garage today 🧡 #MiamiGP

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landofan1 AHHHHH

username1 WAG vibes

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username2 she looks amazing

lilyzneimer 🫶🫶🫶

↳ mclaren Our other fave 🙌

↳ landofan2 mclaren hyping their wags up so trueeeee

redbullracing Give her back

↳ username1 the girls are fighting

↳ mclaren Never

landonorris 😍😍😍😍 ♥︎ by yourinstagram

↳ landofan1 CONTROL IT

↳ landofan2 JUST KISS HER YOU FOOL

yourinstagram GO PAPAYA BOYS 🧡🧡

↳ landonorris boy*

↳ oscarpiastri Cry cry cry

↳ landofan3 IM YELLING 😭😭😭

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landonorris WWE FUCKING DID IT. P1 🏆

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landofan2 HE DID IT LITTLE LANDO NORRIS DID ITTTT

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alex_albon Congrats!!! 💪👏 ♥︎ by author

mclaren PROUD 🧡🧡🧡

username1 this man is going to party like an animal tonight

landofan3 whoever or whatever put a fire on his ass to win THANK YOU

maxverstappen1 You had a great motivation to win. Congrats 👏 ♥︎ by author

↳ username2 HUUUUUH

lewishamilton WELL DONE ♥︎ by author

yourinstagram IM STILL CRYING 😭😭😭

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↳ landofan2 when the camera focused on her after lando crossed the line 😩😩 my delusional ass is living

↳ username1 these two will be a thing before the season ends

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↳ landofan3 LANDO DONT DO THIS TO ME

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f1gossip Lando Norris get cozy with mysterious woman after Miami GP win

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landofan1 OMFGGGG

landofan2 CAUGHT IN 4K

username1 who is thissssss

landofan3 IF THIS IS NOT YN I DONT WANT IT

username2 wbk he’s always wildinggggg

landofan4 guys i think this is yn???? she posted stories celebrating with lando

↳ landofan1 omg i don’t want to be delusional

↳ landofan2 AND REMEMBER MAX DELETED COMMENT ????

landofan5 can somebody from the grid spill the beans about his

↳ landofan1 george where are you ?????

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landonorris I’ll remember this forever. Thank you everyone ❤️

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landofan1 AHHHH

landofan2 THE SECOND PIC HELLO????

mclaren We always believed in you 🧡

landofan3 THATS LITERALLY YN IN THE SECOND PIC

oscarpiastri I bet this was your favorite weekend ever ♥︎ by author

↳ landofan1 WHAT DO YOU KNOW

georgerussell63 You finally convinced her?

↳ landonorris And did

↳ landofan2 WTF LET ME IN???? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

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username1 yn is no better than me i would also fall for lando norris

landofan5 SEE YN WAS THE GIRL WITH HIM IN MIAMI

lewishamilton Did I miss something?

↳ georgerussell63 If you only checked your phone

↳ username2 HEEEELP

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↳ username1 THATS ALL??? GIRL ADRESS THE RUMORS

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yourinstagram imola, monaco, montreal 🤍

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username1 forever jealous of your life

landofan1 A LOT OF LANDO HERE OMGGG

username2 the second pic, is she dating anyone? 👀

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↳ username1 OF COURSE george would have hello kitty face masks

↳ yourinstagram thank u georgie

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username3 i sense a soft launch

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lilyzneimer 🤩 ♥︎ by author

oscarpiastri Thank you for the tiktok tips?

↳ yourinstagram you think those were for free? you owe me dinner

maxverstappen1 Why there is no Redbull on this collage?

↳ yourinstagram you and checo have been pissing me off lately

↳ maxfan1 HEEEEELP

scuderiaferrari Some red in sight ❤️

↳ yourinstagram as it should

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↳ yourinstagram you talking about yourself?

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↳ landofan1 STOOOOOOOP THIS

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lando.jpg happy :)

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landofan1 AHHHHHH

landofan2 I JUMPED FROM MY SPOT

username1 wbk they're together

oscaspiastri Cuties

oscarpiastri Lily wrote the previous comment, not me

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↳ yourisntagram this is why she's my favorite

landofan3 THIS REALLY CONFIRMS THEY'RE TOGETHER

username3 what if they're not together and everyone is just clowning 😭😭

carlossainz55 I've been replaced

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↳ landofan2 CARLANDO FOREVER

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↳ username1 stop it with the orange hearts SAY SOMETHING

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yourinstagram paps hard launched us before i could do it, but here’s our official instagram debut i guess 🧡

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username1 AHHH FINALLY

username2 you've come a long way girl, from fan to working for f1 to dating a driver ♥︎ by author

landofan1 I KNEW ITTT I KNEW ITT

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mclaren OUR PRAYERS HAD BEEN ANSWERED 🤩🤩🧡

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↳ yourinstagram stop mclaren admin im blushing

username3 slayest couple of the paddock already

oscarpiastri What happened to "my job comes first"?

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What the fuck? | Lando Norris

Transformers au

Summary: A successful date turns into a living nightmare when Y/N comes face to face with the alien living in Lando’s garage. Oh, and it also doubles as his car too…?

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a/n i rewatched transformers the other day and this came to mind idk, its pretty random but i had to get it out of my head

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Lando Norris was hot.

For months he had been coming into your work for coffee. He was that customer that every worker fawned over. There was a cat fight every time the bell above the door sounded and he stepped inside. Everyone wanted to be the one to take his order. He was polite to everyone, as he should be. There was only one person who he flirted with though. Y/N.

On the off chance that everyone else was busy and she finally got the opportunity to serve him, they chatted for ages. He was constantly asking her questions that had obvious answers, just so he could talk to her for longer. They talked about their days, he complimented her and she always drew a little heart by his name when handing him his cup.

Really it was only a matter of time before he asked her out.

For weeks he had been building up the courage. Coming into the cafe and pretending to stare at the menu until she was free. He saw how they bickered when he came in. It would have done wonders for his ego had he not been trying to impress someone specific. She hadn’t picked up on it though. Y/N thought it was just luck that everyone else was busy. If only she knew that he was there for her– he didn’t even like coffee.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” She was clearly caught off guard. “With me, I mean.”

Nervously, her eyes darted to the side, where an older lady stood watching them. It wasn’t the first time he had seen her around. He assumed she was the manager or something of the sorts. His mouth formed an O shape. Now wasn’t a good time for them to talk about this.

“Your total is £3.86.”

The man tapped his card, nodded at her and then moved off to the side to wait for his drink. There was no mention of his offer when she called his name to collect, but as he was leaving he did notice the number and the smiley face jotted down on the side of his cup. A laugh bubble in his throat. The little minx.

When a text from a random number came through to Y/N’s phone a day later, she grinned to herself. Lando was persistent, she would give him that.

It took all of 2 minutes to spill it to her roommate and given how often she talked about the hot customer that came in practically every day, she insisted she go for it. Who was she to turn down a man that looked like that and was very clearly interested in her? She was very quick to say yes.

He picked her up from her apartment, his pricey Porsche practically sparkling under the street lights. She was in awe. The dark green exterior was gorgeous, to die for. It must have been cleaned recently, but he did seem like the type to take care of his car. He was leaning against it when she emerged from her building, his arms crossed, stretching the material of his button up tightly over his chest and his arms. Those arms… She had no idea how she was going to survive this date.

But she did and she had a great time. He was funny, charming and a mighty good kisser. They could barely keep their hands off of each other. In the car on the way back, his hand rested on her leg, bordering on dangerous with how close it was to the hem of her dress. She loved it though and as soon as the car was stopped she was the first to launch herself at him. He was slightly caught off guard, but quickly kissed her back.

She didn’t expect him to push her away. Fear filled her. The idea that she had read something wrong or gotten mixed signals was horrifying. It must have been written all over her face. His hand settled on her cheek, silently asking her to look at him. When she did he was smiling.

“I’m not rejecting you.” That was a good start at least. He pulled the keys from the ignition and winked at her. “Just think we should head inside.”

The dread that had once been written all over her face was quickly replaced by lust. With how he looked in the moonlight right now, curls falling over his forehead, facial hair he was too stubborn to shave and just the right amount of buttons undone on his shirt, there was no way she was going to turn down that offer. “Lead the way, Norris.”

When she stepped out of the car the wind bit at her face, the chill sent down her spine forcing her to wrap her arms around herself. How she would love a bit of Lando’s body heat mixing with hers right now. Even just when his hand touched the small of her back she immediately felt warmer.

Like the gentleman he tried so hard to be, he unlocked the front door and let her in first. Only when she stood in the doorway awkwardly did he remember she had never been in his house before; she had no idea where she was going.

Lando laughed. “Right. My bad.”

After closing the door behind him, he laced his fingers with hers tugging her in the direction of the couch in the living room. He sat down first, sinking into the couch, legs spread and head leaning on the back, eyes staring up at her with a silent invitation. He looked edible. Any normal person would probably see the empty space beside him and claim that, but not Y/N. The most inviting place for her right now was that of his lap. Why waste time?

Apparently straddling him was a good idea. Helped set the mood. Lando enjoyed it anyway. Big hands came to hold her sides, the smirk sneaking onto his face annoyingly attractive.

“Hi,” he whispered.

A hand came to rest on his shoulder, another finding its way into the long curls at the back of his neck. Not yet tugging, but considering it. “Hello.”

Neither of them were sure who initiated it. One minute she was practically drooling over the way he was gazing up at her, eyes dilated and lips slightly parted, the next he was mentally thanking whatever miracles had allowed him to be in this moment. Soft lips met his, stealing his breath. Their noses bumped. Teeth clashed. Lando never wanted it to end.

A loud crash from somewhere in the house stole her attention. Their lips briefly separated. As much as she would have liked to keep kissing him, the noise was loud and distracting. “What was that?” she asked, trying to ignore the way his thumb stroked her cheek. He was incredibly intoxicating in the best way.

He tried to shake it off. Of course he had heard it, but he knew exactly what the culprit was and really didn’t want to share. “I didn’t hear anything.” In his mind, denial was the best way to go, followed by distraction. The perfect distraction would be his lips in this case.

Gently, he grabbed her chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding her face back to his. Their lips connected again and she sighed heartily against his mouth. He smiled briefly, but it disappeared as soon as he found himself lost in the kiss again. His other hand was on her hip, keeping her pressed tightly to his body. He didn’t want even a centimetre of space between them. If anyone were to look at them they wouldn’t know where he started and she ended. The way she kissed was intoxicating.

Bang.

There was that noise again. Y/N pulled back, but Lando wasn’t done. Swollen lips found her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on her skin. Her eyes fluttered but she quickly snapped herself out of it. Letting herself get distracted by his touch was exactly what he wanted. Whether he liked it or not, she was going to get to the bottom of that noise.

When she climbed out of his lap like a woman on a mission, his heart dropped. He had to keep her out of the garage at all costs.

“Y/N, hey. What are you doing?” The look on his face was far from calm. It would be obvious to anyone in a 10 foot range that he was hiding something. And if anyone was listening, she was praying it wasn’t something weird because he was just so hot.

“Tell me what that noise is.”

It wasn’t a question, it was an order.

Looking right at him was a face of fury. She had just wanted a good night, a normal date for once in her life. Lando was supposed to be a good one. The night had been going so well and now here she was. The man visibly deflated. Clearly she was upset, annoyed– a whole mix of different emotions, but none of them good. Maybe coming clean was the best idea.

A sigh, then a longing look at the Porsche beside them.

The next time he looked at her it was with such desperation that her chest actually ached for him. He didn’t know what to do. “Look, what I’m gonna say is…” How was he supposed to put it? There was no sane way of coming clean here. “It’s crazy. But I need you to know I am telling the truth. If you promise not to freak out I’ll show you.”

Understandably, she was hesitant. There was something in his eyes though that told her she could trust him on this. “Okay.”

With a nod, he tapped the roof of the car twice. “Show her.”

She wasn’t sure what she was witnessing was real. Right before her eyes the Porsche in front of her shifted from a car into something that resembled a… person. It even blinked, waved at her. She thought she was losing her mind. Surely this was some illusion, a trick of the light or something he used to impress women. When she turned to look at him, he looked completely unbothered, like this was something he was totally used to.

“What the fuck?” she yelled, eyes blown wide as she stared at the car turned… thing that she couldn’t even find a logical explanation for. Had she taken a drug that she didn’t know about, or maybe her world was turning upside down? Either way, she sort of felt nauseous. Lando’s hand was quick to come up and cover her mouth when she screamed again. The last thing he needed was his neighbours getting worried that someone was being murdered in his garage.

Wide eyes were frantically darting all over the place, trying to conjure up a reasonable explanation for whatever the fuck was happening.

Lando was just trying to soothe her. “Listen to me, I need you to calm down.”

That was a rich suggestion. Who was he to tell her to calm down? It wasn’t everyday someone saw a literal car transform into something almost human. Her chest was heaving, clearly startled, scared out of her mind. Maybe there were better ways he could have broken this news to her.

Just as he thought he might be starting to make progress, the robot opened its mouth and sent her spiraling all over again. “Hello.” It even waved.

Lando cursed, shooting the Porsche quite a harsh glare. Then he placed his attention back on Y/N, placing his hands on her arms in an effort to keep her focused on him. “Breathe with me. Come on.”

It took a while, but eventually she managed to match his breathing. Her mind was still racing, but she was definitely more relaxed. He smiled.

“Good. You feeling better?”

She let out a breath. “I think so. But can you please explain what the hell is going on?” She looked desperate. He was starting to feel guilty for dropping this on her.

The thing is, he didn’t really know himself. Months ago, Lando had been going through a crisis and thought the best way to fix it was to buy a run down version of one of his dream cars. Then he would fix it up, make it all shiny and new again. Only, one day had entered his garage to find it was exactly how he pictured it in his mind. He had paused, stared at it blankly for a few seconds and then it had done it for the first time. The car, his car, literally transformed into some sort of robot. It even spoke to him, assured him he was harmless. At no point did he explain why or how he was here, and Lando had never really asked.

“Um, well, he’s an Autobot, from space.” It was a shitty explanation, one that did nothing to make her feel better. This thing was an alien and Lando was standing here acting like this was normal. “He’s harmless, I swear. His name’s Mirage.” He added that extra bit of information like it would make everything better.

The next thing either of them knew she was hitting the group with quite the thump. Faintly she might have heard Lando’s panicked gasp, but she wasn’t sure what was real anymore.

When her eyes fluttered open she assumed it was a few hours later. It was darker now outside and she was laying in an unfamiliar living room. She groaned, rubbing at her head that was throbbing slightly— probably from how hard she hit the floor. Lando was by her side the second he realised she was awake.

“Hey, gave us quite the scare there. Feeling okay?”

She smiled softly, rather happy with how attentive he was being for a first date. “Yeah. I had such a crazy dream,” she laughed, “your car—“ Her brain seemed to suddenly catch up to what he’d said, her brow furrowing and her eyes darting to him. “Wait, who’s us?”

He smiled sheepishly. There was a tap on the window. Part of her wanted to ignore it, but another part of her was desperate to know if what she’d just witnessed was real. Even if it was terrifying. This time he didn’t try to stop her, just let her sit up and peer around the arm of the couch to look out the window. The moment she noticed was obvious. Her body went rigid. “Oh my god, it was real!”

His laughter was strained. This was the last way he thought this first date was going to turn out. She probably thought the same thing. The only problem was that even if she never wanted to see him again, he had to make sure she kept his secret. Unfortunately she was going to have to stick around.

“Look, about this whole thing… you can’t tell anyone.”

She scoffed. “Lando, you’ve just shown me an alien and you expect me to keep quiet?”

A frown crept onto his face. If he didn’t think he could trust her, he wouldn’t have told her the truth. He would have made something up to throw her off the scent. But things had been going well and she seemed like the kind of person that could keep a secret if she knew it was important. This was the most important thing in the world to Lando.

“No, Y/N, I’m serious.” His eyes were pleading with her. “Please, if anyone finds out about this I don’t know what they’d do to him. He left his planet to escape war, what do you think is gonna happen if people find out about this?”

It was understandable. Her fear was clouding her rational judgement. Once she managed to get her breathing under control, she felt like she could think more clearly. Lando’s words meant more sense. It wasn’t fair to ruin someone’s life because she was scared.

He could see her start to calm down.

“Okay.” She nodded. “I won’t tell.”

Lando let out a breath and his whole body sagged. The relief he was feeling was blatant. “Thank you.”

Silence settled between them. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable per say, but neither of them were sure what to say. It was a weird situation. Certainly not one people found themselves in every day, or ever for that matter. She didn’t know how to handle it. No one knew about Lando’s secret. Not even his closest friends. This was something he hadn’t had to deal with before, he didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“Do you, um, want to meet him properly?” Maybe if she could actually talk to him, see what he was like, she would understand. At least he hoped so.

The look on her face was hard to read. Clearly she was weighing out the pros and cons of meeting an alien. If Lando had been given that choice when he and Mirage had first met, he probably would have panicked too, probably even ran away. On the brightside, she had someone by her side to make this whole thing a little less stressful. He didn’t have that back then. He sure would have liked to.

“Okay.”

A sigh passed his lips. “He’s friendly, really.”

She didn’t seem convinced, but Lando was already taking her hand to guide her outside. Uncertainty was drowning her, but he seemed so sure. The thing– Mirage, she guessed– was waiting patiently outside to greet her. Upon first rational glance he seemed rather polite actually. She was surprised.

Lando felt like a parent introducing his child to someone. “Say hello.” Gently he nudged her forward. He knew his car well and he wouldn’t be on anything but his best behaviour.

“Um, hi there.” An awkward wave followed.

The man tried to stifle his laugh but considering the glare she shot his way, he suspected she might have heard it.

Mirage sort of smiled. “Hello.” He held out his hand, a hand shake being a gesture that Lando had taught him in a bid to make him more used to people.

Her eyes were wide. Nonetheless she took his… hand, and shook it. Her head was spinning. “This is fucking crazy,” she whispered.

Lando was beaming, his grin stretching from one ear to the other. He whispered right back. “I know, right.”

Looking at him now, she couldn’t believe she used to think he was just a normal guy that had become a regular at her job. “You’re, like, the coolest guy I’ve ever met.”

He really liked the sound of that. The compliment literally went straight to his head and he had no shame about it. “So, does that mean there’s gonna be a second date?”

She laughed. “I’m about to propose, so.”

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content WARNING: home birth.

Y/N had chosen to give birth at home, just as she had with Theo, trusting the intimacy and safety of their sanctuary over a sterile hospital. Her first labour had been surprisingly gentle, almost pain-free, and she clung to the hope that this one would mirror it. The bedroom had been transformed into a birthing suite, the air warm with the scent of jasmine from a diffuser. A large, freestanding bathtub, filled with warm water, sat in the corner, its surface rippling softly, prepared for Y/N’s water birth. Two nurses moved quietly, setting up monitors and towels while Dr. Ellis, the silver-haired obstetrician who’d delivered Theo, checked her supplies. Y/N trusted her completely, her gentle competence a thread of continuity through both pregnancies.

She reclined in the bathtub, the warm water lapping at her skin, soothing the tightening contractions that had begun at dawn. Her bob was damp, clinging to her neck, her hands gripping the tub’s edges as she breathed through each wave.

Rafe knelt beside the tub, his hands never leaving hers, his blue eyes wide even though he had been through this twice.

His thumb traced circles over her knuckles.

“You’re incredible, love,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. “Just like always. You’ve got this.”

She managed a small smile, her breath hitching, her grip tightening as a contraction rolled through her.

The labour stretched through the day, and the water cradled Y/N, easing the pressure, but the contractions grew fiercer, testing her resolve.

She breathed deeply, guided by Dr. Ellis’s steady instructions: “Slow breaths, let your body lead” and the nurses’ quiet efficiency, their hands ready with cool cloths and monitors.

The contractions peaked, and her composure wavered, a low moan escaping her lips, her face flushed with effort. Rafe’s hand tightened around hers, his eyes never leaving her face, he smiled, trying his best to give her comfort.

Finally, Y/N gave a final push, and a cry echoed in the quiet room, triumphant. Dr. Ellis’s voice cut through, warm and joyful: “It’s a girl!”

The nurses moved swiftly, one lifting the tiny, wriggling bundle from the water, her delicate body glistening as she was swaddled in a soft white towel.

Eloise, was impossibly small, barely six pounds, her dark fuzz of hair slick against her head, her tiny fists curled, cries soft but fierce. The nurse handed her to Rafe, who stood, his hands trembling as he cradled her, his eyes wide with awe and fear. She was so fragile, her head fitting in his palm, that he held his breath, terrified of hurting her.

“She’s… perfect,” he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks, his voice cracking as he looked at his wife.

Y/N reached out from the tub, her arms aching to hold her daughter.

Rafe carefully passed Eloise to her, his movements reverent, as the nurses helped Y/N settle against the tub’s edge, a towel draped over her shoulders. She cradled Eloise against her chest, her lips brushing the baby’s tiny forehead, tears slipping down her cheeks as she whispered:

“Welcome home, beautiful angel,” Eloise’s cries quieted, her tiny body nestling into Y/N’s warmth, and Rafe knelt beside them, his arm around his wife’s shoulders, his eyes locked on their daughter, his heart so full it ached.

The nurses and Dr. Ellis checked Y/N’s vitals, ensuring mother and baby were stable, their voices a soft hum as they tidied the room, leaving the family in their little world...

Hours later, after the medical team had departed and Y/N had been helped to bed, the room now dim with the glow of a single lamp, Eloise slept in a bassinet beside them, her tiny breaths a soft rhythm.

Rafe had gone to check on Theo, who was with Maddy downstairs, and Y/N, still sore but restless, slipped out of bed, her silk robe trailing as she padded to Rafe’s mahogany-paneled office. Her bare feet were silent on the hardwood, her body aching, but her mind buzzing with plans. She grabbed her iPad from the desk, its screen glowing as she opened her calendar, her fingers swiping to reschedule client calls and art deals. She wanted the next few weeks free, devoted entirely to Eloise and Theo, to savour the newborn haze. Her stylus moved swiftly, rewriting meetings, her focus sharp despite the exhaustion weighing her down.

Rafe’s footsteps broke her focus, his silhouette filling the doorway, his brow furrowed with playful exasperation.

“What are you doing out of bed?” he said, crossing the room in two strides, his hands gently plucking the iPad from her grasp. “No devices near the baby—your rules, remember?” His voice was teasing, but his blue eyes were soft with concern, love etched in every line of his face as he set the iPad on a high shelf.

She rolled her eyes, a tired smile curving her lips as she leaned against the desk, her robe slipping to reveal the curve of her shoulder.

“I was just clearing my schedule, Rafe,” she said with a mock pout. “I want to be with Eloise and Theo, 100 percent. No work, just them.”

Rafe chuckled, stepping closer, his hands settling on her waist, his warmth grounding her.

“You’re supposed to be resting, not planning world domination,” he said. “Let me handle your schedule, okay? I’ll call your father, move your meetings, whatever you need.” His thumb brushed her cheek, wiping away a stray tear she hadn’t noticed. “You just gave me a daughter. Let me take care of you.”

Her pout deepened, but her eyes shimmered with love, her exhaustion melting under his gaze.

“Fine,” she sighed, leaning into him, her head resting against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek. “But don’t ruin my calendar.”

Rafe laughed, kissing the top of her head, his arms wrapping around her. “Deal.”

He stepped back, washing his hands with the alcohol gel on the desk, his movements careful, deliberate.

He crossed to the bassinet, his hands gentle as he lifted Eloise, her tiny body swaddled in a sage-green blanket, she looked so peaceful. He carried her to his wife, who had settled back on the bed, her arms outstretched, her heart swelling as Rafe handed their daughter to her.

“Here’s our girl,” he said, his eyes glistening as he watched Y/N cradle Eloise, her fingers tracing the baby’s delicate cheek. “Theo’s gonna be on cloud nine when he meets his sister,” Rafe said, sitting beside her, his arm around her shoulders, his gaze fixed on Eloise’s tiny features—her button nose, her rosebud lips. “Kid’s gonna have her swimming with toy sharks before she can walk.”

She laughed softly, her eyes never leaving Eloise, her heart so full it felt like it might burst.

“He’ll be the best big brother,” she whispered, picturing Theo bouncing, yapping as he met his sister.

She looked at Rafe, her eyes shimmering with tears, gratitude, and an overwhelming love that bound them—through the intensity of labor, through every storm they’d faced.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice breaking, her hand finding his. “For her, for Theo, for being here.”

Rafe leaned in, kissing her softly, his lips warm against hers, his hand resting on Eloise’s tiny head. “You’re my everything,” he whispered, his eyes locked on hers, shining with devotion. “You, Theo, and this new pumpkin— all I’ll ever need.”

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ᤢ　.　summary　♥︎　੭　you plan to hang out with friends at the bar but don’t expect your neighbor there too, nevertheless knows one of your friends. you decide to get to know each other more.

ᤢ　.　content　♥︎　੭　fluff, tension, swearing, mini backstories, reader wears acrylics, alcohol consumption

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“wait wait wait, hold up. he offered to fix your shit whenever you need it?”

your friend lyla, since high school and basically a sister to you, has been freaking out over your story about your neighbor fixing your engine and sink and how he offered to help you when needed.

you shrug. “yeah, pretty much.”

“gurl, he’s definitely into you.”

you almost choke on your lemonade, coughing it back down your throat. “the fuck- no he’s not, lyla. jesus, it’s just a generous offer.”

she scoffs, rolling her eyes under her iconic hot pink heart shaped glasses. “gurl, please. he straight up fixed your engine without you even asking, which you said it was under 5 minutes.” she raises her index finger in a sassy manner. “and he fixed your sink and practically begged you to not pay him back. the man is a sweetheart and clearly into you, period.”

you stare at her with a deadpan expression. can’t believe what she said but it’s kinda true. he did fixed your engine without asking him, he just straight up did it. and he was serious about not paying him back.

but he’s definitely not into you.

“it’s called generosity, search it up. besides, it’s just neighbors helping neighbors.”

“oh my god, you’re so in denial but fine whatever.” she waves off with a hand. “but don’t come screaming back to me when he asks you out.”

you facepalm yourself, sighing frustratingly. “i’m gonna murder you.”

“aw love ya too, bestie.”

you got lyla’s reaction, now it was eddie’s turn.

“i told you!”

you stand there with an annoyed expression, staring at him with daggers. “cállete.”

“see?! i called it! man’s in the military!” he cheered, a prideful smile on his face that you wanna slap off.

“yeah, yeah.” you roll your eyes, walking away to your desk so you can sulk in peace.

“oh come on! it isn’t bad, honestly it’s a good thing. if case there’s trouble, he can help you.” he follows you, leaning back against his desk across from yours. “everyone knows not to fuck with those guys.”

a quiet sigh left your lips. “yeah, maybe. now can you stop celebrating and focus on the damn article which is due by the end of the day?” you shoot him a glare.

eddie chuckled, nodding. “alright alright, let’s get that shit done.”

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it’s friday night, hanging out at jackie’s. mj, your other friend, texted you she’ll pick you up so you can meet up with the guys there, peter, harry and eddie. after getting ready, a black crop top and some jeans, mj picks you up and you drive over to the bar.

entering the bar, which seems to be a bit packed tonight, you spot the guys sitting a table near the far corner. eddie and harry wave at you with smiles. passing through the crowd trying to not bump into people, you make your way towards your friends. but you’re walking, you notice peter is talking to someone. a tall, bulky figure whose dark brown hair and muscular shoulders you recognize any day.

oh shit- that’s your neighbor.

peter seems to notice your presence when he turns to see you and mj arriving, a bright, dorky smile plastered on his face. but your eyes are already glued on your neighbor, whose his eyes meets your own and match your surprised expression. your heart freezes the moment your eyes meet.

“hey!” he quickly walks over to mj and gives her a quick kiss which she reciprocates. “i want you guys to meet an old buddy of mine.”

he wraps an arm around miguel, giving his shoulder a light pat which miguel seems to be agitated about. “this is miguel, my old pal from high school.”

hold up- he knows peter? peter knows him?

they went to high school together?

what kind of fucking coincidence is this?

everyone greets him with kind hellos and smiles but you’re just staring at him with wide eyes. eddie winked at you which you glared in return. peter seems to notice the tension between you two.

“you uh know each other?” he gestures at you and miguel with a hand.

you blink feverishly, tearing away from his gaze. “uh yeah… we’re neighbors.” awkwardness in your tone.

you don’t miss the way peter’s eyes light up in enthusiasm. “no way! really? that’s cool! guess you won’t have to only talk to me, huh bud?” he gives miguel another pat on the shoulder.

miguel, on the other hand, still looks agitated and slightly embarrassed. shit maybe you made it more awkward for him. but peter is the one putting him on the spotlight so it’s not entirely your fault.

“cállete.” the taller man grumbles before giving you a quick glance then looks away.

you two don’t say much to each other after that awkward encounter. miguel joins you and your friends. you, mj and eddie on one side of the table. miguel, peter, and harry on the other. coincidentally you and miguel sit across from each other, acting as if you don’t know one another. it’s mainly everyone else keeping the conversation going while sipping on beer, you’ll participate like usual pretending his appearance doesn’t affect you. not in a bad way, it’s just odd yet amusing your neighbor is sitting across from you along with your group of friends.

throughout the night, you feel the tension between you and miguel. his eyes on you the entire time, making you feel warm. you play it cool, pretending it’s not affecting you but really it is. the tension wrapped around your neck. especially whenever you talk, oh you definitely feel his gaze. your heart pumping a bit faster than usual. it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, just nervous. your neighbor, a very attractive man, observing your every move.

when he isn’t looking at you, you’d sneak glances at him. you can’t help but admire the soft, golden lighting of the bar does wonders on his facial features. damn he looks majestic as hell. those cheekbones stick out. an amazing side profile. you quickly look away when he turns back, both of you unintentionally sipping your beer simultaneously.

later on, you notice your bottle is empty. one beer is enough for tonight, will ask for a water instead. after telling your friends you’ll be right back, you head over to the bar and politely ask for water. the bartender nods with a kind smile and retrieves your requested beverage. while waiting, you suddenly feel a presence next to you. looking aside, it’s miguel.

“otra moledo, pro fav.” he requests.

the bartender gives him a nod after he returns with your water. you thank him with a kind smile and take a sip of your water, not meeting miguel’s gaze.

“i guess we can never get away from each other.”

“i guess not.” he indulged in your joke.

“so, been friends since high school? sounds magical.” some sarcasm in your tone.

that earns you a light scoff from him. “con ese huevón, it’s the opposite.”

“figured.” a little smile on your face. “peter is special.”

“an idiot most of the time. surprised he’s engaged but good for him.”

“yeah, crazy but they’re good for each other.” you spare a glance at peter and mj.

his friend engaged to your friend. how can it be more of a fucking coincidence? goddamn.

“how did you guys become friends?” curiosity got the best of you. now, you finally look at him. sometimes you forget to crane all your neck up just to meet his eyes. curse him for being so damn tall.

the bartender returns with his moledo and miguel quickly thanks then takes a sip. “robotics club.”

your eyes widen. “you were in robotics club?”

he can hear the amusement in your tone. “what? is that so hard to believe?” he looks at you with a teasing expression, one brow arched.

you can’t help but chuckle a little. “honestly, by your demeanor, kinda.”

the man huffs, shaking his head with a very faint smile on his face. the very first smile you’ve ever seen. not to mention you caused it. you can’t deny the way your heart flutters at the sight.

“well, i was. before i got signed up, i was interested in robotics. since i was a kid, i liked building things.”

you tilt your head a little, evidently interested. “did you win any competitions?”

he confirms with a nod. “four.”

your brows raise in surprise. “damn, you really did enjoy building things, that’s pretty cool.”

the man huffs in amusement. “you?”

“me?” you scoff. “well, i definitely didn’t build cool stuff and won awards for them in high school.”

that earns you a quiet chuckle from him. a sound that makes your heart flutter. a sound you’ve never heard him make but you managed to do so.

you look off to the side, acrylic nails quietly tapping the glass filled with water. “i was a choir girl.”

what you don’t see is the tiny smirk on his face. “a choir girl? not surprised.” audible amusement in his tone, making you look back at him which causes his smirk to grow a bit wider.

“what do you mean by that?” your brows furrowed, a little smile on your lips.

“i heard you singing the other night.”

oh… shit.

singing is one of your hobbies. sometimes you’d sing in the shower, mainly when you used to live with no next door neighbor. but that one night he’s talking about, you were really in the mood and didn’t realize you were singing a bit louder than usual. as ironic as it is, you’re shy in singing in front of others, mainly people you don’t know or not in choir.

you forgot someone lived on the other side of the wall. he heard you and it was during the night. fuck, you could’ve woken him up. oh now you really wanna facepalm yourself out of embarrassment.

“oh shit… my bad. i’m sorry if i woke you. after five months of no next door neighbor, i got used to singing without worrying.”

miguel can see the panic and embarrassment illustrated on your face. a small wave of guilt hits him. “you didn’t, although i was surprised for a second but it’s fine so don’t feel bad.” he said reassuringly.

but truthfully, he enjoyed hearing you. such an angelic voice. it reminded him of aurora singing in the woods from sleeping beauty when he and his younger brother gabriel watched disney movies with the neighbors’ kids when he was a child.

the embarrassment still lingers in your veins. even though he reassured you it was okay, you still feel a bit guilty. now you have to remind yourself there is someone behind that wall, have to be respectful.

you haven’t realized your friends have been waiting for you to come back until you notice peter waving at you guys. eddie flashes a little smirk, making you glare in return. you’ve been standing here having your own tiny conversation that you completely forgot the friends you’re meant to hang with tonight.

“we should head back.” you softly chuckle, miguel nods as you both head back to the group.

it’s a little past 11:00 pm when you decide to call it a night. the original plan was for mary jane to take you home but miguel offered to take you instead since you guys live in the same place. his offer surprised you but it makes sense so you accept.

mj gives you a teasing look, a very faint smirk and a raised brow but you roll your eyes and give her a hug, hoping it would shut her up.

why can’t people understand you’re just neighbors? or possibly friends? it’s annoying as hell.

you completely forgot this man drives a motorcycle. when you head over to where his bike is parked, you feel a bit anxious. it’s been years since you’ve rode one, not since your ex boyfriend from high school. he used to drive you around town when you two were supposed to be doing homework. it was the sweet teenage romance portrayed in movies.

miguel noticed your apprehension. his brows furrowed a little. “never ridden one before?”

“no i have, it’s just been years…”

“if you’re uncomfortable about it then we can take an uber but i promise you,” the sincerity in his tone makes you look up at him “you’ll be safe with me, i won’t let anything happen to you.”

whoa, his words your heart fluttered like crazy. those mesmerizing mahogany eyes boring into yours filled with sincerity makes your heart race.

“o-okay.”

hoping on the bike, with miguel’s assistance by holding your hand, you never realize how big motorcycles are. or maybe you’re just that short, either way the bike is big. not to mention it’s cold as hell, feeling the cold sensation through your jeans.

he passes his helmet to you. unfortunately, it’s the only one since he came by himself.

“wait- what about you?”

“don’t worry about it, chica. i’ve rode without one before so it’s no problem.”

you huff, a little smile on your lips as you put of the helmet. it’s big on you, even with the strap adjusted.

the minute he gets on the bike, black leather covers your vision. his broad back to you. the starting engine startles you a little. you don’t see the little smirk on miguel’s face at your reaction.

“¿estas lista?” his head turns to the side, seeing you from his peripheral.

you hum with a nod. at first, you’re hesitant to touch him since you’ve never been this close before. but you have no other choice so you have to. very slowly, you wrap your arms around his waist. touching him ever so lightly to not trigger his comfort.

miguel chuckled at your hesitation. “gotta hold on tighter, chica.”

you immediately do when he slowly starts driving off. clinging onto him like your life depends on it. not that he’s speeding like wild but because he’s only your source of security. like mentioned before, it’s been years since you’ve rode a motorcycle. but the warmth radiating from his body soothe your worries.

even through the leather, you can feel the warmth. all the worries of falling or slipping off the bike slowly fades away by the radiating warmth. you can’t help but relax, gently resting your head on his back, finding comfort in his body warmth. not only comfort but security too. there isn’t an exact reason why but just his strong, bulky presence makes you feel safe.

miguel can sense your relaxed self, making the corners of his lips lift up ever so slightly. breaking into a very small smile when you grip on his jacket a bit tighter when he makes a sharp turn. the small, muffled gasp escaping your lips.

for him, it’s been years since he taken someone on his bike. prior to signing up, in fact. some girl he was hanging out with but never got serious due to his departure. it was always him and his bike.

until now and he enjoys it.

the drive was quiet yet enjoyable, breezing through the streets. a rememberable moment. you return home safely. as miguel parked the bike and turned off the bike, you take the helmet off.

“you okay?” he asks, his head to the side.

“yeah, it was fun.”

he lightly smiled at that.

after hoping off the bike and handing back his helmet, you enter the complex building. miguel opens the entrance door for you. it made your heart skip a beat. what a gentleman.

“thanks for driving me home.” you said as you approach your apartment door.

“of course.” miguel walks over to his door.

“tonight was interesting.” a tiny smile on your face, recapping tonight’s memories.

he agrees with a hum. “yeah, never thought we would be in the same place.”

you nod slowly. “me either. well… night.” just as you reach for the door handle, his voice stops you.

“wait—” he softly calls out, causing you to look back at him. “is your sink working alright?”

you’re a bit surprised by his question, mainly the fact he remembers. it’s kinda sweet of him to remember still. “oh yeah, it’s fine. no problems since.”

“that’s good. no other problems?”

you think for a moment but thought of nothing. “nope, everything’s fine.” you lightly shake your head.

miguel hums in approval with a nod.

this man is really considerate. of course you remember his offer to fix things for you if needed. in fact, it never left your mind. so generous of him. sometimes you feel a bit guilty because he’s willing to fix your troubles, especially for free. you’re gonna convince him to pay him back one day.

you say goodnight to each other, miguel watching you enter your apartment before entering his own. ending the night with little knowledge of each other and a fun little journey back home.

the beginning of new journeys ahead… maybe?

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ruins-of-babylon · 1 year ago

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𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♥︎♡︎

Slytherin boys + Pansy x reader fluff

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎：they have a crush on you 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈：mentions of drugs and alcohol, kinda praise kink but nothing NSFW 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈：Enzo Berkshire, Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle, Theo Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson

𝔈𝔫𝔷𝔬 The first time Lorenzo saw you, you seemed to glisten like stars in the night sky. He was in total awe of you, his new muse. You were dancing at a party, a joint between the fingers of your right hand, while the other was raised above you, swaying to the music blaring from several speakers around the room. You were ethereal, too perfect. He reluctantly took his eyes off you as he looked around for Mattheo, the host of the party you were both at, along with anyone who was anyone at Hogwarts. His feet maneuvered him around the thrashing bodies around him, flailing limbs hitting his body recklessly. When he finally spotted Mattheo, he watched as a blonde girl grinds her hips against his, a smirk on his face, as he took a sip from the red cup in his hand. Lorenzo thought about whether he should bother his friend or not, he did seem kinda busy. But as he looked around for you, his eyes landing on your figure from across the room, he quickly decided his priorities.

He tapped Mattheo’s arm, an impatient look on his face as he turned. “Hey Matt, do you know who that girl is?” He asked, getting straight to the point. Mattheo followed Lorenzo’s finger as he pointed to you, and when he realized who he was asking about, he nodded.

“She’s new. A friend of Pansy’s. You should ask her about her.” He dismissively said, returning his attention back to the girl dancing on him. Lorenzo sighed internally, looking around to find Pansy on his wild goose chase. His eyes strained against the dark lighting, moving around the intoxicated people his age, trying to distinguish Pansy’s character from the others. Once he did, he quickly moved in her direction, feeling frustrated when the bodies surrounding him wouldn’t move to make a path for him. As he pushed through the crowd, he couldn’t help but turn his gaze to you again, indulging himself. When he reached Pansy, he tapped her shoulder as he did Mattheo’s.

“Matt said you know that girl.” He said, pointing to you again. Pansy nodded her head.

“Her name is (y/n). You should talk to her!” She encouraged her friend. Lorenzo turned toward you, a smile on his face and butterflies in his stomach as he walked toward your figure.

𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔬

He had never really noticed you until you were sat next to each other in one of your classes. You were quiet, and didn’t really hang out with any of his friends, which is probably why. But he definitely noticed you now. He thought you were gorgeous, an angel on earth. He tried to flirt the only way he knew how.

“Can I change seats please?” Mattheo shouted at the new seating arrangement, several snickers from your classmates following.

The teacher looked rather annoyed, always having to manage Mattheo’s class clown behaviors. “No, Mr. Riddle. Please sit down and finish the assignment.” She said in a blank tone, not even raising her gaze from her desk. Mattheo faked a frown, sitting down in the seat next to you reluctantly. You knew he was just trying to be funny, like the attention seeker he was. So, you weren’t too bothered by his statement, and you refused to take it personally. You didn’t exactly like to sit next to him either.

“Can I copy your work?” He whispered to you, fidgeting with his pen.

You looked at him with a stoic expression, “No. Do your own work.” You replied. He annoyed you, to be frank.

“Please, princess. I know you’re smart.” He slightly panicked, regretting his previous tactic. He was so used to getting any girl he wanted, he wasn’t well versed at actually flirting.

“No, and please don’t call me that.” You replied calmly, still focused on your work. He felt like you were slipping through his fingers, he had barely talked to you and he already fucked up, almost past redemption. He snatched the paper from you, bringing it to his other side, where you couldn’t reach it, and began scribbling the answers onto his own paper. You got up, your stool squealing against the floor as you walked to get your paper back. He just kept moving it away from you, laughing as you sighed in frustration. Both of your frantic movements drew the attention from the whole class as well as your teacher.

“Mr. Riddle, Miss (y/l/n), what is going on?!” Your teacher yelled at you and Mattheo, getting up to walk towards you.

“Oh shit.” He mumbled, not concerned about the detention you were both likely to receive. All that meant was more time with you.

𝔗𝔬𝔪

BANG!

The sudden noise startled everyone in the classroom, quickly turning to the source of the disruption. There you stood, your cauldron laying on its side on the floor, the contents spilling everywhere. You blushed, clearly embarrassed, as you picked up the cauldron and cast a spell to clean the mess.

“Are you alright?” The teacher called to you.

You nervously bit your lip, smiling awkwardly. “Yes, I’m just clumsy.” You said, praying for everyone to continue with their work instead of looking at you. Eventually they did, except for one pair of eyes, unbeknownst to you: Tom Riddle. He was hidden in a corner of the room several seats from you, captivated by you. He found you adorable, and wanted to get to know you. He didn’t get much attention from girls, due to his scary looks and nature, so he wasn’t sure how to approach you, preferring to watch you from afar instead. This had been going on for a few months, and Tom was desperate.

“Umm,” the teacher started, “Tom, could you help Miss (y/l/n) with this assignment?” The teacher asked, volunteering his best student to be a helping hand. He shakily nodded, his legs carrying him over to your desk. He couldn’t lift his eyes to meet yours, quickly explaining the steps to craft the potion. You nodded and followed his instructions to a T, and soon your potion was complete.

“Thank you so much, Tom. I’m so grateful for your help.” You said, smiling at him. He smiled at your words, finally meeting your eyes with a fond gaze.

“No problem. You did a good job.” He praised. Feeling a surge of confidence, he leaned into you, whispering close to your ear, “good girl.” Before turning briskly and walking back to his seat. You flushed bright red, your mouth slightly agape at his words. He looked back at you, feeling victorious at your expression.

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔬

Theo’s favorite hobby, by far, was definitely quidditch. The rush of soaring over the field, hundreds of feet in the air, the screaming crowds, the loud announcements of every player’s move. Everything about it was exciting and fun for him. Not to mention all the friends he made by being on the team. As a new school year rolled in, and quidditch season began, a new player was added to the team: you. You got along with everyone quite well, probably due to your friendly and charming manner. Even Draco, who didn’t like many people, liked you. You were amazing at quidditch, also. What wasn’t to love about you? That’s how Theo felt, for sure. He had heart eyes whenever he saw you. So, his new favorite hobby was looking at you. Of course, he had to make you his, but how? Eventually he devised a plan he thought would blow you away and fall in love with him. He included Blaise in his plan, having his friend intentionally hit a bludger at you, making it look like an accident. You were pushed off your broom, your hands clinging desperately to the wooden material as you hung hundreds of feet from the ground. Theo, like the gentleman he is, swooped in and pulled you onto his broom, saving you from a terrifying fate. You were so relieved, you could have kissed him! And that’s exactly what you said, your arms wrapped around Theo as he flew you down to the field. When you reached the ground, you let go of him, your heart still racing from tempting death, or the guy you had a huge crush on saving you, you didn’t know.

“Why don’t you, then.” He said half jokingly, tapping his cheek and turning his head, motioning you to kiss his cheek. He smiled as you walked towards him, ready to claim his reward and slowly growing closer to you. You definitely surprised him when you grabbed his chin and pulled his face forward, kissing his lips gently. You pulled away too soon for his liking, and you giggled as he chased your lips, slowly opening his eyes when he was unsuccessful in bringing you back towards him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close and whispering in his ear, “my knight in shining armor.”

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔢

Everyone had heard the news, apparently there was supposed to be a new student attending Hogwarts, in the middle of the year. The school didn’t have many new kids, most started attending in first year, and when there were new students, they usually started in the beginning of the year, so hearing that someone was coming several months into the semester was certainly news. Blaise didn’t really care, preferring to hear actual drama. Until the teacher introduced you to the class, then he cared. And when the teacher asked for a volunteer to help the new student, his hand shot up faster than it should have. Maybe he looked desperate, but he knew girls liked an obsessed boyfriend. Of course the teacher picked him, trying to play matchmaker when she saw his hand raised. You sat down next to him, feeling quite shy after his clear desperation. He asked so many questions, all his attention on you. Where are you from? Do you have a boyfriend?

Do you have your eyes on anyone?

Has anyone asked you out yet? How are you liking the school so far?

You answered each one, and soon, the class was dismissed, both of you hadn’t even touched your work. He walked you out of the classroom, stopping right outside the door.

He brought your hand to his lips, softly kissing the back of your hand. “What’s your next class? I’ll walk you there.” He was such a gentleman. Let’s just say, he had you from day one.

𝔓𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔶

“God really does have favorites.” Pansy sighed, watching you sit down at your table and begin to eat breakfast. Theo sighed from next to her, already knowing who she was talking about, having already heard about you several times a day for several months.

“Please, for my sanity, just ask her out.” He pleaded. He knew you two would be a cute couple, and more so, he was tired of hearing about her crush on you.

“I don’t even know if she likes girls.” Pansy groaned, hating the idea of you not liking her the same way she liked you. As she admired your beautiful face, you suddenly turned your head in her direction, making eye contact. Pansy quickly looked down, feeling the heat rise to her face and ears. How embarrassing! After a few seconds, she cautiously lifted her head back up, looking at you. She was confused to see you still looking in her direction, a smile on your face as you waved. She hesitantly raised her hand and waved back, wondering what you were thinking. Were you friends? Did you possibly like her back? Her mind raced, almost turning to tell Theo what she was thinking when you suddenly got up. She hoped - or maybe dreaded - that you were walking to her, and as you confirmed her suspicions and sat down in the seat directly across from Pansy, she felt as though she would explode.

“Hi Pansy, I’m (y/n), we have a few classes together.” You said, trying to open up a conversation with the girl sitting across from you.

“Oh yes, I remember.” She replied rather quickly, regretting how fast she responded after it had already slipped past her lips. You only laughed, a sound she wanted to hear forever.

“I was wondering if you wanted to study together in the library sometime? You know, with the potions assessment coming up.” You asked.

Pansy’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest at the thought. “Of course! How about today after dinner?” She suggested, trying to sound casual.

“Sounds like a plan. See you then.” You said before getting up and heading back to your own table.

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I hope you enjoyed! <3

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yandere-sins · 6 months ago

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shyly requesting a Yandere Jiyan x reader where both are in a arranged marriage and reader thinking that Jiyan does not want to be in this arrangement much like her tries her darn hardest to break off the engagement. from showing that she is very feisty and high maintenance to pointing out that they would not match personality wise. Even hinting that no offspring would ever be had since he always seems to be on the field working.

Thank you for requesting a very good boi ♥♥

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♡ The first time you mention how awful and loveless this marriage will be, something inside him dies. Jiyan feels you slipping, distancing yourself, and although he knows you two are not in an ideal position where you'd marry him out of love and affection, his beliefs are shattered. You don't know how hard he worked on arranging this marriage or how much he paid to keep the reasons and unsettling doings hidden from you. Of course, you'd need time to warm up to the idea. But saying it is him who doesn't want it is completely tearing him and his efforts apart.

♡ Panic rises as you threaten to slip from his grasp, your refusal so harsh and to the point that it's like daggers into his heart. Nevertheless, he puts on a brave face just for you. A kind smile to cover the pain, and Jiyan gulps down the hurt. He can't close his eyes from reality—not when the reality is so beautiful since it's you, standing before him. He assures you that he'll do his utmost best to be the husband you deserve, even if the circumstances are... "unfortunate". Jiyan doesn't miss the way you flinch when he agrees with you, realizing too late that this only fuels your fire. You are not exactly begging, but pointing out the incompatible things about you two doesn't really help straying him from this path. In fact, he finds your feistiness and eagerness to be quite endearing, even though the topic is very serious.

♡ No matter what, you are already his. The marriage contract is signed, and in one more ceremony, you'll have no more excuses to make. For a while, Jiyan simply dissociates as you provide him with good and bad reasoning as to why you two would never work. It's unlike him to space out, but he can't help himself. His goals are finally in reach, and despite your doubts, he isn't concerned at all about having an arranged marriage with you. Instead, he thinks of your wedding gown, eating cake, and thanking all the guests attending the wedding. You, smiling and tearing up at the altar. Him, swaying you over the dancefloor. The honeymoon. The wedding night.

♡ "There won't be any intimacy." That does tear him out of his thoughts. He questions out loud why you'd think that, making you flustered with how straightforward he is about this intimate topic. You lower your voice as you explain that his work is important and exhausting, and with the marriage completely loveless, you are not going to wait up for him every night. Jiyan grows silent as you explain, not even having considered needing to be away from you for a prolonged time. It was true that he had to attend a lot of missions and important work obligations lately, which also prolonged your engagement. But with this point, you were actually right.

♡ "No can do," he concedes, nodding. "I'll have to step back from work a little."

♡ "Why would you do that?!" you question him, exasperated about how he didn't seem to share your concerns. This isn't the man you know who works harder than anyone else, and it's crazy how he could simply state he'd just drop some of his workload for you. Even like this, pouting and stressed, Jiyan has to hold back from not kissing you right then and there. You are adorable, no matter your emotional state, and he can't wait to see all the faces you make over the day. Faces only he gets to see, as your husband.

♡ "I can't allow my wife to be lonely," is his simple answer, knowingly lying through his teeth. Of course, it's not as easy as that. As much as he wishes to spend all his time with you, Jiyan feels dutybound, and there is no throwing away all his hard work if he wants to give you the life you deserve by his side. However, everything comes at a cost, and you are his well-deserved prize after all these years of looking out for other people. And if some words will finally make you his, he's not above lying to you, even if it hurts him. Even if it hurts you once you find out, he lied to you all along. But by then, it will already be too late. By then, you'll belong wholly and entirely to Jiyan and he doesn't plan to give you a way out even then.

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ardhandandan · 2 months ago

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❁ Sounds of Ocean Waves & Sweet Dreams

⇄ ⏮ 𓊕 ⏭ ↻ Pisces - Troy ♥︎ 𖦤

៸៸ — ۰ ✿ Child!Telemachus x Child!reader

៸៸ Content Includes: Fluff, lil' Telly being cute and a lil flirty, Telly and reader kinda know they like each other, Argos being cute too

⋮✎ ‘’ ᯓ I MIGHT make a series of this cuz originally, this was gonna be oc x canon, but I made Alessandra the reader instead but ofc you can imagine whtever you want cause anyway this one's nothing much than just some cute moments of them so enjoyyy.

Under the midnight moon and stars of Ithaca, running through the palace hallways were the little prince, Telemachus and his best friend Y/N, along with Argos, the hound, who protects the both of them. Y/N would come over to the palace and play with him and sometimes even stay overnight. The two were giggling loudly while running to sit on the edge of the floor with their feet on grass, sitting right next to each other with the dog beside them. The little prince leaned against her, dozing off about something as his eyebrows furrowed, and glanced to the grass.

“If my father comes back, do you think he would be proud of me?” He asked after a moment of silence with a soft and slightly uncertain tone.

“Aw Telly, I bet your father misses you just as much and of course he will be proud of you!"

Y/N leaned against him, too, responding with a sweet smile. Telemachus, for a moment, returned the smile, a little sheepishly, before his expression turned a little more doubtful and nervous. Even as a little kid, he has serious insecurities.

“You think so…? What if I’m not strong enough? What if I’m not the son he—”

“Don’t say that!”

Y/N sat up straight and cupped his cheeks, making him look at her pouty face. Then her gaze softened and continued to speak with sincerity.

“Queen Penelope tells you that he loves you too right? You better believe it! No matter what, Tel.”

“…Really?”

"Mhm!"

Telemachus took a moment to process her words, feeling so touched by her reassurance.

“But- I don't know... I keep thinking- hey!"

He cut off and whined as Y/N pinched his cheeks, giggling at his reaction.

“How would he forget about you? Silly! You’re sweet!!”

She wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him.

“You’re really kind, N/N. I want to protect you forever! My father will surely be proud of me for that.

Y/N continued to laugh and allowed herself to fall and lay on his lap, still pinching his soft cheeks and brush the strands of his curly black hair and the old hound, Argos noticed the sweet moment of the two, stood up, sitting near her and licking her face. Telemachus blushed furiously at the sight but didn’t try moving her away. She looked so innocent and adorable.

“Hey, wouldn’t it be fun if we go for a little swim? The beach looks really pretty tonight.”

She exclaimed as she sat back up. Telemachus’ eyes lit up from the idea of going for a midnight swim during a full moon.

“That sounds awesome, let’s go then!”

He stood up, taking her hand, and ran down to near the beaches with Argos following them.

They reached the shoreline, admiring how the light of the moon reflected the sparkling water. Y/N ran to the shallow water with her dress partially soaked as she bent down and dipped one of her hands in and splashed it on Telemachus. He was a little bit taken by surprise as she splashed some water at him. He quickly caught on and started giggling, too. Soon, he was running around in the water, as Argos ran around both of them, barking happily. Telemachus picked up some water in his hands and splashed back at Y/N. She laughed out loud as she ran towards Telemachus, pushing the water in her hands towards him giving him another splash before she stumbled and fell over on her knees, now getting more of her body soaked but she felt free and happy.

"Hehe! That's what you get for trying to drench me in water- Ah- hey!" Telemachus exclaimed.

Y/N lightly jumped up and tackled him to the sand in the ocean waters.

"Truce! Truce-!!!"

Telemachus said in between giggles as he tried to shield himself from Y/N’s attacks, but it was clear that he was enjoying the tussle.

His clothes were wet, and his hair was sticking to his wet forehead, and his cheeks were a little flushed from laughing so much. He was happy, and he had forgotten all about the time. He wished this moment could last forever, that him and Y/N could play like this forever, without anything to worry about.

“Ah- ahaha- I give up! Okay? You win! Only because I'm really nice." He protested.

Y/N was also panting slightly and giggling, her hair a tangled, wet mess, and her chest rising and falling from the laughing and the running around, holding her hand. Telemachus's smile widened a little bit more as he watched Y/N, and he felt his heart beating faster as he saw her blushing. He was getting increasingly more aware of how close they were and how adorable she was.

"Y/N..?" He murmered

Y/N squeezed his hand in return underwater but then her cheeks flushed at the realization of how close he was. She immediately turned away and splashed more water on him.

“We're too young, Telly!!!”

Her eyes were shut, she bit her lips, and her cheeks were red just thinking about what could've happened right at this moment. Telemachus squinted a little bit from more water splashing upon him. He knew she was right, but he felt curiousity tugging in his chest. Then, without thinking, Telemachus closed the last of the distance and quickly planted a kiss on her cheek before he hurriedly pulled back. His cheeks were pink and felt warm, feeling a bit shy.

Y/N jumped and stared at him flustered and in disbelief, feeling her heart hammering fast as hell, but she wasn't disgusted, but it took a while for her to finally shriek some words out.

“W- wha- TELEMACHUS…!!!”

A smirk formed on Telemachus's face as he shifted closer again, and he reached out to playfully poke her puffed up cheeks.

"What's wrong, N/N? You're blushing?”

Y/N kept stammering with words that were about to come out of her mouth but failed, and the more he teased, the more the temperature rose in her cheeks. Oh, the audacity of this boy, she thought.

"You-!!! You... WHAT WAS THAT FOR!? You're so-! Mmmngh!”

Y/N splashed another wave as she turned away, feeling her face heaten up.

"Me what!? Never! All I did was give you a little kiss!" Telemachus scoffed.

"Exactly! You... WRAAAGH!..." She squrimed as she started kicking the water.

"Haha! Look at you, N/N! You're so red!" He teased and returned his smile, enjoying the sight of her bashful expression.

"I think that kiss did a little too much damage to you? Hehehe!"

"Oh you are so dead, little wolf"

Y/N sneered as she got up on her feet, plotting her revenge on the spot. Trying to look intimidating as possible even with her rosy cheeks and love in her eyes.

"Haha what are you gonna do? Attack me in the water again? Wait-"

Telemachus' playful smirk immediately changed into a tensed up expression.

"Wait- no no no- hey! wWAAaiiit-"

Without a warning, Y/N's frown changed into a mischievous smirk as she splashed and tackled him in the water and she was pratically on top of him and this time tickling his sides, making him squirm and letting out a childish laugh.

"AHA-! Heeey! Pleeeaase don't! HaAhAHaHAAHA-!"

He got out between a lot of loud giggles, still trying to wiggle away from Y/N who was relentless with the tickling.

"hAHAhaaAHAA- I'm sorry! I'm sorryyy! Okay! Okaaay! You win!"

Telemachus squirmed and struggled, but Y/N was clearly enjoying herself, and continued her relentless tickling, amused by how adorable Telemachus was when he was reduced to a giggling and squirming mess. She started to slow down and began panting but still couldn't stop laughing.

"Wah... you can be really scary when you're angry, Y/N." He nervously laughed.

"Heh, me? Scary?" Y/N teased.

"Yeah... but it's part of your charm as well."

"Oh really? I suppose I am pretty charming." She scoffed as she striked a pose, trying to show off.

"Yeah yeah, the most charming in Ithaca." He blurted out, then shook up when he had realized what he said. Not as if he just kissed her.

"What's that...?" She asked.

"Umm- nothing! Let's just go to bed before we get caught." He yawned as he got up on his feet, helping Y/N up.

Telemachus and Y/N walked back inside the palace with again, Argos following them as they all left wet trails and puddles on the floor and just when they were going to make a turn, they bump into Penelope, dressed in her nightgown with a shawl. "My my, both of you are up so late again? What now? You both are drenched..."

"Mama- I-" Telemachus started.

The two kids froze for a moment before Y/N stepped in front of Telemachus. "It was my idea! I was the one who wanted to swim with him and Argos! We- we just wanted to play...!"

The queen's expression softened into a soft smile from the way they looked so guilty and innocent, it tugged her heartstrings, the way these kids were so close to each other.

"Aww Y/N, I understand but, it's very unsafe to be out here especially late at night."

"I know, ma but we were careful! I promise!" Telemachus pleaded.

Penelope kneeled down to reach the kids' level as she spoke

"I know, sweetheart but you both should get some rest now and you can both play tomorrow again. But first, let's get you all dry."

"Alrighttt, mom." Telemachus nodded sheepishly before he turned to Y/N, both staring at each other in silence before returning sweet smiles to each other and light giggling.

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Dividers by antitalenia

✎ᝰ. oh my gyatt I'm so sorry this took forever but anyways I hope you enjoyed my crusty writing </3 I will kms if there are mistakes I've checked and checked and checked aaagahdsggdhgh

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gabbytvclarke · 6 months ago

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pls could you do one where r doesn’t drink- maybe because of childhood or something else, and is worried what the boys (like the Arthurs, Chris, batch) will think, but George just supports and loves her? comfort and fluff omg 💔

I love this idea, sorry it took so long to come out! ____________________

Party Pooper // George Clarke

• Summary: George and Chris throw a surprise homecoming party for Arthur Hill, but y/n is nervous about being pressured to drink. • Pairing: Boyfriend!George Clarke x female!reader • Angst and fluff • Warnings: crying, trauma, alcohol • Word count: 2,167 words

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She flicks through Netflix on her boyfriend’s TV, her free hand grips her thigh to stop it from bouncing. Struggling to concentrate on picking a film, her mind races with the thoughts of tomorrow’s party. George and Chris are planning a homecoming party for Arthur Hill, following his recent tour. Naturally, the party is at their shared flat and of course, y/n is invited.

Chris is visiting his family at the moment, planning to return in the evening, so y/n and George have had the place to themselves the past couple of days. Not enough noise to block our her worries. George returns from the bathroom, having seemingly found a couple of packets of balloons on the route back to the sofas. His eyes are furrowed as he counts how many are in each bag, ensuring the amounts match the numbers listed on the front.

“Still not decided on a movie yet?” He asks casually as he briefly glances to the TV.

“Hm? Oh, no not yet.” Y/n replies quietly, gazing towards the floor.

“I know I’ve asked this already this morning, but are you sure you’re OK? You don’t seem your usual self.” He asks, dropping the packets on the table and taking a seat next to his girlfriend. They haven’t been together long, 3 months officially since meeting on Hinge a month prior. Already he knows her too well.

“I’m OK, just a little nervous about tomorrow…” She mumbles.

“Nervous? You’ll be fantastic, the guys adore you. And don’t worry about helping me decorate, Chris will be here.” He rubs her leg gently with his hand, his eyes glued to her face as she continues glancing ahead. “I can send an Uber closer to the time if you’d rather spend more time relaxing and getting ready.”

But y/n knows she won’t be relaxing, she’d rather be there to help get the place ready to distract her if anything. Actually, she'd not go if she could, despite wanting to. “You won’t be driving so you don’t need worry about drinking either.” He adds.

Just the word sends shivers down her spine. She feels awful, she loves his friends too, but she ran out of excuses to not drink ages ago.

“Y/n?” George asks, his voice laced with concern. She doesn’t want to talk about it, but she doesn’t want to worry him by avoiding the topic either. She puts her hand on his, giving it a gentle squeeze and paints a smile on her lips.

“Sounds good, now what shall we watch?” She asks as nonchalantly as she can, picking the remote back up and pointing it towards the TV.

“Oh no you don’t,” George states with a small smile, reaching over and taking it off her. He switches the TV off and turns more to face her, taking her hand in his. “Something’s been bothering you recently, what’s wrong darling?” He asks, tilting his head down but looking up at her through his eyebrows. She’s struggling to find her words as she gets lost in his beautiful but worried eyes.

“It’s nothing, I’m all good.” She dismisses. She wants to tell him, but he’s so excited for tomorrow and she doesn’t want to bum him out.

“Look at me baby.” He reaches over and takes her other hand, his thumbs gently brush over her knuckles. “Please, just tell me.”

She feels her chest begin to tighten, her eyes sting. “I… I need the toilet.” She stands to her feet suddenly and awkwardly heads toward the bathroom.

“Do you not like my friends?” George calls out abruptly, a hint of sadness in his tone. She stops in her tracks. “Because if you don't, you really should tell me.” His voice softens. She turns to him and her heart sinks at his anxious expression. “They’re good people.” He adds.

“It’s not that at all.” She states.

“You’ve been avoiding hanging out with them for a while now, I can't help but worry.” He says, watching her face. Her eyes begin to water, the dam breaking.

George’s eyes go wide, he rushes to his feet and approaches her softly. “Oh no, I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to-“

“You didn’t… you didn’t do anything. It’s me.” She speaks slowly, wiping her tears. George’s breathing shallows, thinking the worst. Thinking this is their relationship over, or something to that effect.

“Did something happen?” He asks, trying to keep his voice calm, but his eyes scream his real thoughts. He reaches his arms out and she accepts, stepping into his warm embrace. She sighs as she lets the tension in her body fade.

“It’s the drinking.” She states, the most coherent and yet painful sentence she’s been able to utter all morning.

His shoulders relax a little, but he’s still confused. “The drinking?” He leans back and looks at her again, his hands resting on her shoulders.

“Yeah.” She murmurs. His hand slides down and takes hers as he leads her back to the sofa. They sit down together as her sobs die down a little. “I’m not comfortable with drinking alcohol. It sounds ridiculous, but I went through a lot as a kid.”

Still holding George’s hand, y/n retells the traumas of her childhood, all of her bad memories linked directly to alcoholism. George listens and nods along. It all makes sense now; their dates never involved alcohol and if they did, y/n was the designated driver. Or she had an 'early start' the next day, or simply nominated herself to be the sober friend of the night.

What he hears hurts him but right now, he knows that she needs him to be strong. She cries harder once she's done explaining, as George pulls her into a hug, rubbing his hands up and down her back. “There, there.” He whispers as his eyes well up. They remain hugging for a couple more minutes as they both calm themselves.

When y/n pulls away, she sees George’s red eyes, making the blue stand out more. “Oh George, this is why I didn’t want to say anything.” She coos, brushing her hand over his cheek.

He leans his head into her palm and presses a small kiss into it. He lets out a defeated sigh, a faint smile on his lips. “Don’t be daft, thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.” He whispers. They both head to the bathroom to wipe their faces down.

His bloodshot eyes gaze at her through the mirror. “If you don’t want to come over tomorrow, I’d understand. I can make up an excuse for you.”

“I want to be there, that’s why I’m so frustrated with myself.” She replies calmly. “And I don’t even mind if everyone else drinks, I just don’t want to be a party pooper by being the only one not drinking ”

George chuckles as he hugs her from behind, still looking at her in the reflection. “The only way you can poop on this party, is by not being there, and by not being your amazing self.” He kisses her cheek.

“Noted.” She giggles as she takes his hand and they head back out to the lounge area.

She’s back scrolling through Netflix again, the fog in her mind clearer and a weight off her shoulders. “Are you OK now darling?” George asks, carrying a blanket and snacks over.

“I really am, thank you, and of course I’ll help you decorate by the way. You boys will do a terrible job without me!” George chuckles and tickles her side.

———

The next day, she hears George’s cheerful rhythmic knock on her door. His jaw drops when she opens it. She looks gorgeous. “Wowee!” He shouts as he twirls her and gives her a tight hug, making her giggle. “Ready?”

They get in the Uber together. “How are you feeling?” He asks her quietly. She gives him a playful smile. “I promise I won’t keep asking.” He adds.

“I’m excited, but a little nervous still. Nothing compared to how I felt before though.” She smiles at him genuinely this time as she answers. George nods, relieved.

The decorating takes no time at all. It would’ve been even faster if y/n didn’t have to keep rehanging things that Chris shoddily puts up. More people begin to show up, bringing drinks and snacks, and helping the three lay them out for the party.

As people mingle and wait for Arthur’s return, George shows y/n that the top shelf in the fridge is full of her favourite still drink. She gives him a peck on the lips to thank him. “I still don’t know what to tell them though.” She whispers in his ear.

“If they offer you a beverage, a ‘no thank you’ should suffice.” He smiles back, stroking her cheek. “And if anyone persists, come get me.”

———

“SURPRISE!” They all yell as Arthur drags his suitcase through the door. He is a little taken aback, his grin wide.

“Ah! Thank you!” He yells awkwardly, his reaction a little underwhelmed.

“Did you know we were here?” Isaac asks, a party blower hanging out his mouth.

“A bit,” Hill sheepishly replies, “Arthur said something about it yesterday.” He gestures to Arthur TV, who’s donning a guilty smile. Chris starts telling him off as he puts his hands up to surrender.

“I’m sorry, it just slipped out!” Arthur TV pleads.

The party is a hit. With George being the social butterfly and fluttering between the guests, y/n sits more comfortably with the girls. Liv makes herself a cocktail. “Do you want one y/n?” She offers kindly.

“Oh, no thanks, I’ve still got mine!” Y/n replies, holding up her non-alcoholic drink. Sabine take a sip of her freshly made 'Liv special' cocktail.

“You’ve been drinking those all night, you sure you don’t want to mix it up?” She asks, holding her glass out closer for y/n to smell the drink.

“No really, I’m fine. These are my favourites.” Y/n replies sweetly.

George, Isaac, and Chip join them, having missed their girls already.

“Having fun?” George whispers in her ear, his voice a little off from his drinking.

“I really am, thank you baby.” She giggles back, keeping him steady.

“Sorry, you probably don’t want my beer breath in your face.” He mutters with a guilty grin. Y/n waves his worries away.

“You smell great George.” She replies with a smile, before pecking his lips. He’s then called over by Danny to take shots.

“Duty calls!” George smirks, he rushes off to their table. Y/n decides to make herself useful, acting as a photographer and taking pics and videos on her phone.

Arthur Hill slides in next to her while she scrolls through her photos. “Thanks for this y/n.” He says with a smile, resting his elbow on her shoulder.

“It was George who arranged it, Chris and I just helped decorate the place.” Arthur looks around at the stringers, banners, and balloons while she replies sweetly.

“Yeah but, this is all you.” He protests, gesturing at the decorations. He gives her a hug. “Thank you. Feels like it’s been ages since we’ve hung out.” He murmurs against her cheek.

“Oi! Hands off!” George shouts with a smirk, pointing his finger at the pair and making them cackle.

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Y/n fetches another one of her still drinks from the fridge. She’s hoping that keeping one on her at all times will stop her from being offered anything else. The plan was working, until she sees the table.

“Beer pong!” Chip roars with his fist in the air. Some of the boys gather around him, while George is across the room chatting to Harry. Picking up a ping pong ball, Chip peers over at y/n. “Ladies first.” He says with a sneer, handing the ball out towards her.

“Oh, no thank you!” She replies, raising her own drink and taking a sip.

“Aw come on y/n! A beer won’t hurt!” Chip whines. Y/n declines further, her cheeks heating up, but the other boys join in with begging her too.

George, having heard his girlfriend’s name from across the room, casually joins the table.

“Clarkey, tell y/n to man up and join in!” Chip whinges, the Arthurs and Isaac nodding in agreement. George puts his arm around y/n’s shoulder.

“Oh, she won’t be playing,” George states nonchalantly, “y/n doesn’t drink, but I'll take her place.” Her breathing hitches for a moment, she looks at the boys’ expressions and awaits further complaints. She waits for them to say the party’s ruined, that she's spoiling it for everyone else. But they don’t.

“Fair enough, sorry about that y/n.” Chip replies with friendly grin, shrugging and passing the ball to George instead. The boys begin their game as if nothing happened. He turns to y/n and winks at her.

“What just happened?” She asks him with a confused smile.

“I told you, they’re good people. Love you.” He beams, kissing her cheek before bouncing the ball across the table.

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A/n: Thank you anon for the request, this was my first angst piece. I hope I did your prompt justice ♥ - Gabby xo

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