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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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Wrong Number 4

Steve was eternally grateful that he'd finally told Robin about Eddie. Because now, he could torture her with his outfit choices. Robin groaned and covered her eyes as Steve held out more shirts.

"What do you think? Stripes or no stripes?"

"Steeeeeeve", Robin whined.

"You're the one that told me stripes really shows off my chest."

"Is Eddie a tits guy? Or an ass man?"

Steve put the shirts back in the closet. "I don't know. I don't know Robin and the fact that this is a video call date makes it worse."

"Actually....actually it makes it better." Robin uncovered her face and grabbed Steve's shoulders. "You'll be on the phone the whole time!"

"Yes...We've established this", Steve said, not sure where she was going with this.

"I mean, if you're doing a video call, YOU control what Eddie sees."

Steve stared at her face for a long while as she simply emoted using her eyebrows. "Robin, no."

"Robin, yes. Come on. We're going shopping. You're waaay overdue for this. And I need a couple of things myself."

"Things going that well with Chrissy?", Steve asked right before Robin threw his shoes at him.

"What do you think I'm doing while you're on your date?", Robin grinned.

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Eddie's excitement just got more and more intense with each day. By Wednesday he was vibrating any time his hands weren't occupied with something. He only hoped it didn't translate to his texts. Cool as a cucumber, that was his motto when it came to Steve. He couldn't come on too strong.

(9:45 am) Thinking about those beefy thighs (9:46 am) god i wanna wrap them around my head

Perfect. Smooth. And not too much.

At least he didn't think so at the time. About an hour later Eddie remembered that Steve was at work and possibly reading that text in a room full of prepubescents. And he knew he was going to reap what he sowed when Steve texted him later.

[12:01 pm] You are the ultimate distraction.

(12:02 pm) sry. i forgot you were at work

[12:03 pm] I don't think you are sorry. In fact, I think you need to be punished.

Eddie needed to get a job in coding because there was no emoji that properly conveyed the intensity of the 'boi-yoi-yoi-yoing' going on in his pants. How grateful he was that he didn't need to talk. Texting would cover any stuttering he was sure to do.

(12:04 pm) punishment? 😏 (12:04 pm) what kind of punishment?

[12:05 pm] See me after class, Mr. Munson.

God, four o'clock couldn't come fast enough. Eddie knew that'd be around the time Steve got home from work. He spent about an hour rolling around in bed before getting up, needing to distract himself. He wasn't due for work today, but he went in anyway to loiter.

"I can tell you're horny and I can tell you're just idling until you get your dick wet. Get lost, some of us have actual work to do", Jeff said.

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp. "Jeffery! Jeffords! Jeffaniel! Jeffanie!"

"Are you just going to sit there, making up full names for me or are you gonna get off your ass?"

"I'll replace all the boards and sweep out the alleys for the next two hours", Eddie said, holding his hands together like he was praying to his friend.

Jeff rubbed his chin as he considered it. "Only if you take this next party I have coming in."

Eddie looked at the group arriving. There had to be at least a dozen. And he just knew they only reserved one lane. They always only reserved one lane.

"You drive a hard bargain Jimothy."

"Not even close", Jeff crossed his arms. "And it's this or whatever ants in your pants you'll do if you're unoccupied."

Curse his friends for knowing him so well. Eddie held up his end of the deal, taking care of the party. Turned out it was a birthday party (happy 14th Ashton). But two hours later, the time had passed and Eddie went back home. He still had an hour to spare (he didn't want to leave Steve waiting), so he spent the rest of the time coming up with some ideas for their date in a few days.

[4:04 pm] Are you home?

(4:05 pm) At home and awaiting orders gorgeous (4:05 pm) Have I been a bad boy Mr. Harrington?

Eddie's phone rang and he picked it up as he crashed onto his bed. He knew Steve could hear it when he laughed on the other end.

"You need to keep a tighter lid on those urges. It was a lucky break that all the kids were focused on their dishes that they didn't see the face I made."

"Truly, my bad Stevie. But I can't help what you do to me."

Steve chuckled. "Not even a little?"

"Not one bit. Okay, maybe a little bit. The truth is, I could've said a lot more, but I was holding back."

"Really now? And what would you have said if you weren't holding back?"

Eddie could hear something that sounded like movement in a bed. Steve was getting comfortable too. He thought about the picture he had saved, of Steve's lower body in those shorts. He had been laying in bed then too. Eddie let his mind wander for a bit. What he'd do if Steve were really in bed beside him...

"Baby if you were here right now, I'd have my hands all over you. You'd think I was an octopus."

"Tell me where you'd touch me first", Steve said.

"Well I'm still thinkin' of those legs of yours. You like massages, Stevie? I could rub you down all day."

Steve imagined Eddie digging his fingers into his muscles. That would really hit the spot, especially after a workout. "Mmm, and then?"

"And then I'd wrap them around my head, like I said. I saw what you were packin' in those shorts, baby. I would love to get my mouth on you."

Eddie heard Steve let out a soft moan and he definitely heard a zipper and some shifting. God, the image of Steve stroking himself... Eddie unzipped his pants too, palming at himself while the other hand kept an ever tightening hold on the phone.

"Eddieee..."

"I wanna hear everything, baby. I'm working so hard sucking you off, I deserve to know how good I'm making you feel."

"So good, uh", Steve let out a small breath at the end.

"Yeah? I haven't even told you how I'd rock your world yet", Eddie grinned.

"I just know...You're so good with your mouth."

"You like the way I lick you up and down? How I kiss that beautiful tip?" Eddie knew he had a dick just as handsome as the rest of him, never mind that he had yet to see Steve's whole face yet. His hand pumped up and down as he envisioned the weight of Steve in his mouth. He thought about getting drunk on that taste.

Eddie groaned and his eyes fluttered close, his mouth moving faster than his brain. "Do you shave Steve?"

"....No...is that a problem?"

"Ohh it's the opposite of a problem babe. I bet you got a thick bush. I'd sink all the way down, bury my nose in it while you're fucking my throat."

Steve let out the most delicious sound as he came and Eddie wasn't too far behind. It was like he was there, hairs coarse and curly rough against his skin while Steve moaned right into his ear.

"Mmm", Steve hummed. "I know you look good now. My cum dripping off your lips."

"I'd swallow it all, sweetness. I wouldn't waste a single drop." He would take all that Steve gave him and then some. He was a greedy man.

"I know you wouldn't. I don't allow anything to go to waste in my classroom. Have you learned your lesson, Mr. Munson?"

"Maaaybeee. I might need another lesson, Mr. Harrington. Say, this Friday, at eight?", Eddie teased.

"I suppose you'll need more help studying. Don't be late, mister."

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For once, Steve didn't linger after work. He made sure the kids cleaned up every last dish before the last period even ended. He even let them go a minute and a half before the bell. When Steve left, he went the back way to avoid most of the other teachers and that pre-weekend conversation. He got home right away and started getting ready. Robin had her own date tonight which meant he had limited time to get her help and last minute input.

When she got home from work, the apartment was a flurry of activity between them.

"Steve, I need the blow dryer!"

"Wait! I'm almost done!"

They both crashed into each other's spaces as they tried using the one bathroom mirror.

"Why can't you use your stupid vanity mirror?", Robin asked.

"That mirror is just for my hair and it's too small."

Robin gave him a side eye. "Is that my eyeliner?"

"Is that my face cream?"

For some reason, Robin insisted on getting dressed in his room, which meant at some points their outfits got switched around and they had to re-dress. The pandemonium finally quieted when Robin left for her date and Steve was at last alone for his. It was at 8:00 sharp that Eddie sent a text.

(8:00 pm) Knock knock 😙

Steve smiled as he started a video call. His heart fluttered at the thought of finally seeing Eddie's full face. So imagine his surprise when he was instead met with a hand that had a face drawn on it. And what could only be Eddie doing a deeper, character voice.

"Hello my love. Are you ready for the romancing tonight? I hope I get lucky, ehehehehe."

To which Steve couldn't help but burst out in laughter. Any nerves he might've had flew away.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm a proper young man. I don't think I could court with someone who was so...handsy."

"I wouldn't lay a finger on you without your permission, lovely. But maybe a few smooches. Muahmuahmuah!" Eddie's hand attacked his phone's camera with kisses and Steve giggled like it was actually touching him.

As his laughing fit subsided, only then did Eddie reveal his face. He took Steve's breath away. He was literally speechless and just stood there staring, which made Eddie start to squirm a little.

"You tryina turn me to stone, Medusa?", Eddie joked.

"Sorry!", Steve apologized when he realized he had been staring. "You just...you look really nice Eddie."

"You don't look too bad yourself, handsome", Eddie smiled.

That was putting it lightly. For the both of them really. Steve felt like he was talking to the perfect man. Eddie felt like Steve had walked right out of his wet dreams.

"So, what did you order?", Steve asked as he sat down at his table. He made sure his phone was angled that it only showed him from the waist up. Robin had the bright idea that since he could control what Eddie saw, he could wear whatever he wanted under the line of sight.

He was currently wearing a blue and white striped polo shirt. And beneath that, some lacy, navy blue panties. Maybe Eddie would find out, maybe he wouldn't. Steve had his phone on the table, propped up against some books.

"I ordered the Munson special. A grilled cheese with potato soup."

"Oh, that's a Munson special, hm?"

"Damn straight. Tomato soup is still a classic, but I'd die for a potato. What'd you get?"

"I have some leftover pasta that I just added some mushrooms too. Nothing too fancy."

"Unless it's one of those truffles", Eddie pointed out.

Steve rolled his eyes as he twirled his fork. "Truffles? On a teacher's salary?"

"Hey, you could be secretly rich."

"Oh if I win the lottery, there will be signs."

"Like 5th graders using authentic truffles", Eddie nodded to himself.

They kept talking throughout their dinner and then took each other to their sinks to wash the dishes together. Eddie talked more about his friends. Some of which he worked with and the band he was in. Steve wasn't super into metal, but he liked it enough to be interested in whatever Eddie did.

When they had talked about their date night and discussed their options, they decided on dinner and a movie. Once the dishes were cleaned, Steve took Eddie over to the living room and he sat down between the coffee table and propped him against another set of books as they both queued up the movie on their ends.

"You know it's been a really long time since I've seen this movie", Steve said. "I think I was literally a kid."

"There was a time when this was literally my religion", Eddie said as Quest for Camelot started to play.

Steve knew Eddie was into Dungeons & Dragons, so him being in love with a fantasy movie made total sense.

"Did you have a crush on Garrett when you were a kid?", Steve asked, later during the movie.

"'Did'? I'd still let him use that staff on me six ways to Sunday!"

Steve laughed and he was coming to realize he laughed with Eddie much more than any of his dates in a long while.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink", Steve said as he got up. He nearly asked Eddie if he wanted something. It really was like he was right there with him. Steve grabbed a soda and then came back, sitting down in his spot again when he saw Eddie's expression.

He was silent, which was rare.

His eyes were bulging out of his head and his hand was over his mouth.

Steve was about to ask what was wrong when Eddie's eyes flicked down and then Steve got it. He had stood up. In full view of his phone. And then turned to go into the kitchen.

Eddie had gotten a first rate view of his panties.

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rin-fukuroi · 11 months

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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail Pairings: Blade, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Dan Heng, Sampo, Gepard, Welt x fem!reader Warnings: NSFW, sharing intimate photos, references to masturbation.

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

I'm not sure I've seen anyone write about this, so I decided it would be fun to think about how men from HSR send us photos of their dicks XD Enjoy!

✦ Blade

The first time it was your idea. Although he treated this with some suspicion, all doubts were immediately dispelled as soon as he received a seductive candid photo from you.

Blade has a lot of strange addictions, but now your little game at a distance has also been added to them. The job of a Stellaron Hunter takes up too much of his time, but it's a little easier for him to bear separation when you please him at least just by the sight of your sexy body.

Although you started it, Blade quickly gets into the taste, putting you in an awkward position especially at those moments when you are out of the house or, especially, at work. He likes the idea that your hips will close, your pretty face will surely be powdered with blush, and your underwear will be covered with warm moisture from just one photo that he will make especially for you.

Blade doesn't like anything else as much as teasing you and making you beg. He will definitely take care to accompany his photos with tempting captions, as if the sight of his excited penis alone is not enough to drive you crazy.

But even this will not be enough for him when he orders you to retire with the phone at any cost, no matter where you will be at this moment. Prepare yourself properly, describing to him in every detail how you play with yourself under his strict guidance and do not forget to send a photo report.

✦ Jing Yuan

The General will definitely be the first to suggest that you send him your intimate photo while he is relaxing in his chair, shirking from work.

Jing Yuan likes it when you obediently fulfill his requests, but he loves it even more when you yourself take the initiative to pamper your lover a little. If you surprise the General in the middle of the working day with one of your piquant photos, be prepared for the fact that when he comes home, he will properly thank his playful girlfriend.

As for him… If that's what you want, then why not? He will make any photo for you, no matter what you ask, without a bit of hesitation and doubt. If you want to take the initiative, forcing him to caress himself under your guidance, he will be happy to play this game with you.

Like Blade, Jing Yuan is a very teasing man, although not in such an overbearing display. He doesn't mind making you feel embarrassed at any time and in any place, but he prefers that you fall for his bait yourself, satisfying him with your charming detailed stories about how much you enjoy playing with yourself with thoughts about him.

✦ Luocha

His eyes widen slightly in surprise when he receives a candid photo from you, overwhelmed by feelings that he has not experienced before, since no one else has honored him with such an honor. Especially when you consider the fact that you are both in the same apartment, when he is relaxing reading a book waiting for you to get out of the shower.

Is this an invitation or did you just decide to play a little? Anyway, Luocha is intrigued and doesn't mind having fun with you at all. When he gets excited enough from your teasing, be prepared that he will no longer hold back. Throwing the phone on the sofa, he will definitely join you in the shower, properly demonstrating to you what pranks can lead to.

After this incident, he is no longer surprised if one of the days when you miss him too much, sitting at work, you ask him to make a juicy photo for you. He will treat this issue with all seriousness, carefully choosing the angle and going through several different options to satisfy your request.

We can say that Luocha definitely likes your little innocent games, especially those moments when you are finally alone so that he can throw out all the tension that your intimate correspondence caused. You didn't think that photos alone would be enough for him, did you?

✦ Dan Heng

Oh, innocent Dan Heng. He definitely won't be the one to take the initiative. In this relationship, you're definitely the one who teases, but not the other way around.

With all the outward seriousness, Dan Heng is so easy to embarrass and embarrass. It's even funny. That's why you decide, without any warning, to ask him to take a photo of a piquant content for you. You can't see it in the correspondence, but you can imagine how his face immediately lit up as soon as he read your message.

He's never done this before, but he can't refuse you. It will be a clumsy photo taken with a trembling hand, but incredibly cute from the fact that he really got excited from just one unexpected request of an intimate nature.

Although he doesn't quite understand why you are doing this, but he is pleased to receive these lovely sexy photos from you. He will save each of them in his phone, hiding it in a private folder so that, God forbid, no one will ever see your naked body. This privilege is only for him.

Will he ever do something like that for you again? Well… a little practice and maybe someday he will stop being so embarrassed by this request, but for now he will prefer to replenish his precious collection with even more photos of you taken especially for him.

✦ Sampo

There's not even anything to talk about, he will be the first one to come to you without any warnings.

His courage and perseverance, when he asks you without a second thought to take a couple of photos for him, definitely deserves respect. Although you know that your boyfriend likes to fool around and you've almost stopped being surprised by his strange antics, this one seemed very tempting.

Let his messages that accompany your little game sound even too dirty, but in each of them he is ready to literally worship your body, with pleasure using all your photos in the future to satisfy himself when you are not around.

Oh, you only have to take the initiative, and Sampo will kiss the asphalt on which your foot has trod! You're too good to be real if you can literally read his mind, spoiling him with naughty photos when he's busy with one of his dirty deeds, which he will gladly give up in order to return home and properly thank his goddess.

✦ Gepard

Gepard is even worse than Dan Heng. Not only is he confused by your request, but he will also bombard you with a ton of questions, why exactly did you need it.

The Captain is too far from such games and you really should explain to him the purpose of your request. But, as soon as all the questions that have arisen are satisfied with the answers, Gepard will gladly fulfill any of your requests.

As for your photos… Oh, what are you doing with him, he's at work. It will take a lot of effort for him to hide the bulge in his trousers that arose because of your candid photo. What a blessing that the Silvermane Guards uniform is loose enough that it does not cause questions from his subordinates. Although his red face will be harder to hide. You should definitely pamper him on his return from work for all the willpower he showed by going through this ordeal because of you.

And, of course, he will save every photo you take for him. Not even to satisfy himself in your absence, he will just sometimes admire your body, enjoying the thought that it all belongs to him.

✦ Welt

It would seem that such a mature man should have a lot of experience in everything, even in sexual aspects, but do not hope that he will immediately correctly understand your hints.

Even after receiving candid photos from you, it will not immediately reach him that you want to pamper your lover in this way. But as soon as all the pieces of the puzzle in his head come together in a clear picture, he will not mind at all. He really even liked your frankness and the fact that he now has the opportunity to save a couple of your intimate photos in his phone, instead of sketching your naked body from memory in his album.

As for Welt himself, yes, of course, he will do whatever you ask. Perhaps he, like Locha, will approach this issue with all seriousness. Welt is an artist, so the photo you get should be perfect, no matter how much time it takes.

Welt is really grateful to the universe for giving him such an amazing girl. He should definitely pamper you properly as soon as you are alone, paying special attention to those parts of the body that were so seductively flaunted in your photos taken especially for him.

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bluelockmaniac · 5 months

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"make sure you get the right angle, satoru!" you yell, squinting your eyes due to the proximity of the sun. you were standing barefoot on the sand near the edge of the water, small waves softly crashing against your ankles as you posed professionally for the camera. "—and you better capture the sunset properly, 'kay?"

"of course, babe," satoru smirks mischievously, trodding a few steps backwards. he raises his phone a distance away from his face, holding it at arm's length, then directed the camera at you. "ready? one, two, aaand, three!"

"cheeeese!" the corners of your lips curl upwards serenely, fingers wrapped around your wrist behind your back. you soaked up what was left of the setting sun, excited to see how to photo came out now that the sky was painted in pretty hues of pink and orange. but...

"cheeeeeese!"

much to your confusion, he simultaneously chanted the same word you did. the sorcerer was wearing a concerningly playful grin as he help up a peace sign in front of his phone. "aha~ i'm so fuckin' handsome!"

"satoru gojo!" you emphasize his surname, stomping your feet towards him with deliberate steps and a notorious face he was all too familiar with. "i believe i asked you to take a picture of me, and not a selfie of yourself, dummy!"

"i'm sorry, pretty. i just looked so good i couldn't help it!" he pouts, "and besides, you should be grateful you get to wake up next to my sexy face every morn—"

"no kisses for a week."

"oh hell no."

#౨ৎ — vivi writes.#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x y/n #jjk gojo #gojo jjk #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk fluff

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geminiwritten · 2 years

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hold on ; billy butcher

fandom: the boys

pairing: billy x reader

summary: you’re the youngest member of the boys and you hate that butcher insists on calling you ‘kid’ so you show him in more ways than one that you are not a child

notes: this is very weak, but it was kind of good writing practice because i definitely don’t write a lot of action (i’m so sorry if it sucks)! as always, please let me know what you think!

warnings: a lot of swearing, google translated french, age gap (not specified, but inferred) guns, violence, a dagger, explosion, descriptions of wounding (please don’t read if any of this is triggering for you!)

word count: 4310

Butcher is an asshole. You knew that from the moment you met him. He is rude, and brash, and impulsive to the point that made you believe he didn’t have an angel on one of his shoulders, only two antagonistic little devils. You often found yourself itching to dig your fist into his face, especially when he called you by the stupid nickname he coined the moment he met you. Kid, or The Kid, if you weren’t in the room. It vexed you beyond belief, and you knew exactly why.

Butcher is an asshole, but he’s also fucking gorgeous. He’s tall and broad, and his voice is so delicious, it often finds its way into your filthiest dreams. To say you were obsessed with the man wouldn’t be an overstatement, and it was no secret, everyone but Butcher himself knows it. You’ve wanted him from the moment you met him, but then he went ahead and called you ‘kid’ and you quickly realised that he didn’t see you as anything more than one of the boys. The youngest one of the boys.

“Are you okay, mon amour?” Frenchie asks, nudging you with his shoulder.

You look at the man sitting beside you, dressed head to toe in black with a bandolier slung across his body. The van rattles as it hits a bump, and across from you, MM casts an angry glare toward the driver’s seat.

“I’m good,” you reply, flexing your fingers around the gun laying across your lap.

You were no stranger to the weapon, having spent years training in the special forces before flunking out the minute you found out about the movement for Supes to be contracted into the military. You were furious and scared, and then you ran into an old neighbour whose mother used to be book club buddies with yours – Hughie – and the rest is history.

“Butcher’s on location,” MM says, tucking his phone back into the pocket on his vest.

“Make sure he waits,” Hughie calls from the front of the van. “It’ll take me five minutes to get eyes on the whole building, but he can’t go in blind.”

MM looks at Frenchie, “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive,” Frenchie replies, “They will not be prepared for a raid, and they will have the information we need.”

“And how many are going to be willing to give it to us?” you ask.

He grimaces, “Not many, but I do not doubt your persuasion skills, mon cherie.”

“Persuasion,” you scoff, looking down at the weapon in your lap.

Don’t get it wrong, you weren’t some kind of super CIA motherfucker who should be feared by all, but you were pretty swift when you needed to be. You weren’t overly worried about the mission, not with Frenchie, MM, and Butcher at your back, but you hadn’t properly exercised your training in months. You know you’re going to be rusty, and you don’t exactly know what you’re walking into, but Frenchie does, and he’s confident in your ability.

The objective was simple. Frenchie had some old friends who were keeping tabs on his and Butcher’s movements and feeding them back to someone who was then getting them to Vought somehow. All you had to do was shut them down and find out who their contact was, and probably murder more than half of them in the process. Simple, right? Except for the fact that not even Frenchie knew exactly how many men you were running in on, or what kind of weapons they had.

“We’re here,” Hughie announces, just before the three of you in the back lurch forward with the sudden stop of the van.

You button up the fastenings on your fingerless gloves and check that your bandolier is packed with extra magazines before standing up. MM opens the doors for Hughie, and he jumps up into the back of the van with his laptop under his arm. Frenchie pulls a small stool from the storage cage and plants it in front of the flip down desk as Hughie begins unpacking his equipment. No more than five minutes pass before video images start popping up in black and white squares across the screens.

“Butcher,” Hughie says, tucking his earpiece in, “can you hear me?”

You fix your own piece into your ear before routinely checking the clips and fastenings across your tact suit.

“I can ‘ear you,” Butcher’s voice rumbles in your ear, and you can feel your cheeks flush pink.

“Alright,” Hughie scans the screens in front of him, “they’ve got pretty high tech surveillance, but their security isn’t great. I’m getting twenty-two heat signatures, most in the basement, a couple on the ground floor, and three on the fourth. According to Frenchie’s intel, there are other tenants in the building, so my guess is that three up top aren’t apart of this.”

“The two at ground level are most likely security,” Frenchie says. “There are always one or two of them watching the building’s main entrance.”

“But there’s another way in?” MM asks.

Hughie nods, “Looks like you can access the basement from the back, but that’s probably their main point of access, so you’ll want to find another way in.”

“You tellin’ me there’s one fuckin’ door to this place?” Butcher’s voice comes through the earpiece again, and you have to flex your fingers around your gun to remind yourself to focus.

“The backdoor and the building’s main stairwell,” Frenchie replies.

“Two fuckin’ doors?” Butcher says. “Fuckin’ hell, Frenchie, how the hell are we s’pposed to get out if things go wrong?”

“Nothing will go wrong,” Frenchie states, giving you an incredibly confident grin.

Your stomach twists nervously, but you don’t let it show, returning his grin with a nod and a small smile.

“There are windows,” Hughie says, “but only Y/N will fit, maybe Frenchie.”

“Then we go first,” you look at Frenchie, “through the windows and make sure Butcher and MM can get in the back.”

“No fuckin’ way,” Butcher snaps. “We don’t know what kind of weapons these cunts got, and if you two get overpowered, we won’t be able to get in ‘n’ help. We all go in the backdoor, force our way in.”

Frenchie chuckles, “You are a fan of forcing yourself into the backdoor, Monsieur Charcutier?”

MM snorts while you and Hughie snicker, but there isn’t a sound from Butcher.

“Look,” you say, “I appreciate your concern, Butcher, but we have the best chance of surprising them by slipping in where they won’t expect.”

Frenchie giggles again at your unintentional innuendo.

“Listen, Kid,” Butcher says, sending wave of irritation through your body, “I appreciate your concern, but I ain’t lettin’ you ‘n’ Frenchie get killed for somethin’ as trivial as a bit of intel.”

“I’m not a fucking kid, Butcher,” you bite back, at which everyone in the van startles. “Frenchie and I will meet you at the backdoor.”

You pull your black kerchief up over your nose and crack the van’s doors open, peaking out cautiously before stepping down and into the dark night. Frenchie and MM follow your silent footsteps toward the brick building, skirting around the side until you find the low and narrow basement windows. You point at MM and then toward the back of the building, and he nods before hurrying off.

“There’s a guard waiting outside the backdoor,” Hughie’s voice comes through your earpiece.

You hear a couple of grunts before MM says, “Not anymore.”

“Do you have Butcher?” Hughie asks.

“We’re in position,” MM affirms.

You nod at Frenchie and he gestures for you to go first, so you turn to the closest window. You take a deep breath before crouching beside the window and gripping a lip in the brickwork to help swing your body through. Using your chunky black boots, you kick the window in and follow the momentum with your feet first. You hit the concrete floor with a thud, quickly darting to the side before Frenchie drops down in the same fashion.

“What the fuck?!” one of the men shouts, scrambling to get up from the old and torn sofa on which he sat.

Your hands are on your gun before you can remember thinking about it, and a gunshot bursts in your left ear as a thug across the room fires at you, missing completely. You take aim and shoot his shoulder, making him drop his gun and crumple to the floor in pain. Two more bullets hit the brick wall behind you, and two more of the gangsters fall with wounds in their shoulders. Frenchie is already rushing to the backdoor, and you cover him easily by dropping three more men with pistols and hitting one in the leg who was scrambling toward the stairs. A cluster of lankier looking men cower in what looks like a makeshift drug lab, all wearing rubber aprons and protective goggles over their eyes. You turn away from them and take down another heading for the stairs, watching him fall on top of his comrade before whipping around and firing at a thug who was pointing his gun at Frenchie. The bullet cracks as it hits him in the side of the head, but you don’t have time to regret your aim before someone tackles you from behind. You duck forward, gripping his thick arms before he can strangle you, and use his momentum to throw him onto his back on the floor in front of you with a loud thump.

Your gun is back in your hands as you scan the room over its barrel, a familiar sense a satisfaction quelling your fight mode when you find every assailant either downed or cowering with their hands up. The backdoor creaks open, and MM and Butcher march in with guns up before stopping abruptly at the sight of the pacified room.

“What did I tell you, eh?” Frenchie says, and you hear it more in your earpiece than from across the room. “She is fucking incroyable.”

“Holy shit,” MM mutters, lowering his gun.

Butcher’s eyes are wild above his face covering, filled with an emotion you can’t discern as he stares at you across the dark room.

“Alright,” Frenchie shouts, pulling his kerchief down, “where the fuck is Lafeyette?”

The room stays quiet, but the four of you slowly cast heavy glares across the fallen thugs until one of the timid lab assistants points a shaking finger toward the two men collapsed by the stairs.

“Time to talk you filthy sac de merde,” Frenchie spits, as he and Butcher stalk toward the men.

MM nods at you as he readjusts his gun and widens his stance, guarding the door in case anyone thinks of trying to escape. Your fighter instincts settle at the slight sense of security, and you sling your gun over your shoulder as you approach the small drug lab.

“What are your names?” you ask the men.

Three of them glance at the shortest of the four, and with trembling hands he moves his goggles onto his head, revealing two clean circles of skin around his bright blue eyes.

“I am Gabriel,” he says, his accent thicker than Frenchie’s, “this is Théo, Lucas, and Éliott. They do not speak English.”

“Can they understand it?”

He nods, “Mostly.”

“Good,” you nod and hold your hands up, “I’m not going to hurt you, unless you give me a reason to.”

They all shake their heads vigorously.

“Are you here because you want to be?” you ask them.

“No,” Gabriel replies, and the other three shake their heads again.

“How did you get here?”

“Théo and I came together,” Gabriel says, “without papers, and Monsieur Toussaint said he would get us citizenship. Lucas and Éliott were here already, and they have kept us from leaving.”

You gesture to the bench full of laboratory equipment, “You make drugs for them?”

“Oui,” he nods, “Lucas is a- uh, how do you say un scientifique?”

“A scientist,” MM calls out from behind you.

“Oui,” Gabriel nods again, “he teaches us to cook.”

You frown, “Do you have any family here?”

“Théo has family in America,” he replies.

“Does he know where they are? Can you contact them if we help you leave?”

His bright blue eyes sparkle with hope, “Oui!”

You nod, “Good, we’re going to try and help you, okay?”

You barely finish your sentence before MM screams your name, and you feel the weight of a large hand on your left shoulder, dragging you back and blocking your ability to grab your gun. You crouch under the pressure and reach your thigh holster with your right hand, gripping the hilt of your dagger. You unsheathe it as you turn in a full one-eighty, escaping the assailant’s grasp and sweeping underneath his arm with your dagger outstretched. The blade slashes horizontally right beneath his kneecap, causing him to buckle as you rise to your full height and lacerate his throat. You leap back to avoid the spray of blood and falling body, watching the man slump face first into the concrete floor at your feet.

When you look up, you find every pair of – conscious – eyes on you, a mixture of terror and disbelief written across the room of faces.

“Are you okay?” Frenchie asks, though there is more pride than concern in his expression.

“I’m good,” you reply, crouching down to clean each side of your dagger on the dead man’s shirt before tucking it back into your holster.

Butcher drops the collar of who you assume is Lafayette, and you still can’t read his face behind his kerchief as he stares at you.

“Uh, guys,” Hughie’s voice speaks into your ear, “someone heard the gunshots, you’ve got emergency response on site in less than five minutes.”

Frenchie swings his foot into Lafayette’s stomach before nodding at MM, “Let’s go.”

You turn to the four lab assistants and gesture toward the backdoor. They scramble to remove their protective gear before hurrying toward MM who guides them out. Frenchie jogs past you, but Butcher stops and holds his hand out.

He pulls his kerchief down, “I’ll do it, you get out of ‘ere, Kid.”

“Fat chance,” you scoff, “now go.”

You’ve already got the gas canister in hand, and he knows you’ll pop it before he can argue, so he turns and mutters something inaudible as he stalks toward the door.

With your kerchief securely up over your nose, you release the pin and throw the gas into the room before turning to the lab table. You work quickly, pouring the two vials that Frenchie gave you into an empty beaker and setting it atop a lit burner. In five long leaps, you’re out the door and slamming it shut before sprinting away.

Butcher is waiting for you just around the side of the building, his hand outstretched. You barely have time to grab it before a huge explosion blows through the low basement windows and shakes the entire building. Butcher pulls your body against his, pivoting so that his back is to the blast as it knocks both of you off your feet. You hit the ground and your ears ring, but you don’t feel a single bit of debris hit you thanks to the body lying on top of yours.

“Fuck,” Butcher curses, though his voice sounds distant in your ringing ears.

You look up at him, his face inches from yours and smattered with dust and dirt. The adrenaline coursing through your veins has your whole body on high alert, overly aware of every part of him that is pressed against you.

He looks down at you, his pupils blown wide as his gaze darts to your lips. He licks his own, his chest heaving against yours and your head spins with a thousand filthy thoughts. For a split second, you think he might kiss you, and your breath catches in your throat in anticipation, but then he pushes himself up and offers his hand. You sigh and take it, letting him haul you off the ground.

“You alrigh’, Kid?” he asks.

“I’m not a fucking kid,” you spit, snatching your hand from his.

You run toward the van and leap into the open doors, Butcher at your heels. Hughie slams on the accelerator before Frenchie has even closed the doors, and you instinctually grab onto the nearest thing to steady yourself. It just so happens to be Butcher, and you know not from the scratch of his beard against your temple as you cling to him, but his scent. Warm and woody, with hint of apple-scented soap and whiskey.

You retract quickly and fall into the seat on the opposite side of the van, resting your head back against the blocked-out window.

“What the fuck, Frenchie?” MM exclaims. “You said that would be a small explosion, that it would look like an accident.”

Frenchie grimaces, “I did not account for the other reactants in the lab.”

Butcher sits quietly across from you, his eyes trained on you as you do everything you can to avoid looking in his direction. You focus on your gun, unlocking the empty clip and clicking the safety on. MM and Frenchie speak with the four timid men huddled at the back of the van, asking them a series of questions before deciding where would be best to take them.

After a painfully long drive, Hughie stops the van and Frenchie helps the four men out of the back doors. He tells you all to go back to the safe house and he will be there soon. The rest of the ride home is tense and silent, MM not daring to speak once he sees the irritated frown on your face as you fiddle with your equipment, packing it into cases and locking it in the van’s storage cage.

Once safe inside the decrepit apartment you currently call home, Hughie grins at you, “Holy shit, Y/N, you are fucking bad ass.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, starting on the clips of your tact suit.

“I wish I saw all of it,” MM says, “you’re deadly.”

A small smile quirks the corner of your lip, and you let out a small sigh as you release the last buckle on your Kevlar vest. You drop the heavy thing on the dining table along with your bandolier.

“I’m still pissed that you didn’t listen to me,” Butcher states, at which you roll your eyes, “but you did good, Kid.”

Your head snaps in his direction, your eyes narrowing at him. “Do I look like a fucking child, Butcher?”

Hughie’s grin vanishes and MM freezes on his way to the couch.

“Do I?” you press, holding your arms out as if to emphasise your attire. “Because a fucking kid couldn’t do what I just did, yet you insist on calling me by that fucking name!”

He doesn’t flinch the way Hughie does, nor are his eyes as wary as MM’s. He remains his usual cool self, though his frown is more curious than irate.

“Didn’t realise it bugged ya so much,” he says.

“You don’t fucking realise much, do you, Butcher?” you snap, before turning on your heel and marching toward the room that was designated yours.

You march inside and slam the door, but a pair of heavy boots are hot on your heels, and you curse the landlord for not installing any locks as the door swings open again.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Butcher demands, slamming the door once again behind him.

You unzip your outer jacket and throw it on the bed, “Didn’t I make it clear?”

“Uh, no, actually,” he steps toward you, “I’m not fuckin’ pissed about the raid, I’m pretty fuckin’ impressed, but you’re still throwin’ a tantrum like a fuckin’-”

“Like a child?”

His eyes narrow, and he crosses his arms over his chest, “I was gon’a say kid.”

You clench your fists in an attempt to refocus your frustration, digging your fingernails into your palms until it stings.

“Look,” he says, “I know you’re capable, and fuckin’ talented with a gun, but I wasn’t tryin’ to be a dick, I was tryin’ to keep you safe.”

“Because I’m so young and stupid?” you ask, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because I can’t fucking handle myself even though I just prevented all of you from getting your fucking asses kicked?”

He sighs, “I never said you’re fuckin’ stupid.”

“But I am young,” you mutter, your voice revealing more emotion than you intended.

His brows shift into a dubious frown, “What’s this fuckin’ obsession with your age?”

“What’s your obsession with my age?” you snap, “Calling me ‘kid’ all the time and acting like you’re my fucking babysitter.”

“Oh, so fuck me for caring ‘bout your safety, is that it?”

“No, Billy, that’s not it,” you sigh, tearing your gaze from his to focus on unclipping your thigh holster.

“Then what is it? ‘Cause I don’t know what I’ve fuckin’ done!”

Your holster comes loose and you grip the hilt of the dagger with white knuckles, standing straight again.

“You haven’t done anything!”

“Then what haven’t I fucking done?!” he exclaims, unfolding his arms and throwing his hands up.

The little voice in your head splits into a thousand, screaming a thousand different commands at you. Cry, yell at him, throw something at him, scream, hit your head against the fucking wall, punch him in the throat… kiss him.

Your ears, still numb from the explosion, fill with the sound of your thumping heartbeat as you take three quick steps toward him. His height is intimidating, but you don’t have time to regret your decision as your fingers curl into the material of his shirt and pull him toward you. You have to stretch onto your toes, your other hand finding his chest for stability as you crush your lips against his.

For a second, you think you’ve seriously fucked up, but then his mouth begins to move against yours and your knees buckle. His arms catch you, wrapping around your waist and holding your body against his as his tongue slides across your bottom lip. You part your lips with a sigh, and he takes all control, claiming your mouth and wiping your mind of any thought that isn’t him.

In two easy steps, he backs you against the bed, sitting you down without his lips ever leaving yours. He crawls on top of you, straddling your thighs and catching your hands as they find the buckle on his belt.

“Love,” he sighs against your lips, “hold on.”

You blink up at him, slowly coming down from your high, “To what?”

He chuckles, “I meant slow down a sec.”

“Oh,” your cheeks burn, and you snatch your hands out of his grasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever fuckin’ apologise for that,” he says, a dopey smile on his lips, “but I don’t know-”

“I do,” you interrupt him, holding yourself up on your elbows.

He raises his brows, “What do you know?”

“I know that I want you,” you reply, “and I know that you want me. I don’t know if this is a good idea, but it fucking feels like it, so please, Butcher… please.”

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes lingering on your lips before trailing down your body to where he sat. “I know I want you, but why the fuck do you want me?”

You snort, “You’re kidding, right?”

He only frowns.

“Butcher, I have wanted you from the moment I fucking met you,” you fall back against the bed with a sigh, “I don’t know how you haven’t fucking noticed.”

He leans over you, holding himself up with a hand either side of your head. “Why?”

His voice is so deep and his eyes so dark, you struggle to breathe as your clothes suddenly feel like they’re strangling you.

“Because you’re-”

“An asshole?”

You giggle, “Yes, and rude, and brash, but you’re also fucking beautiful.”

His heavy breathing suddenly stops and his eyes widen as they search yours, as if looking for some sense of deception or sarcasm. You open your mouth to reassure him but he swallows your words with a kiss, his lips crashing into yours with bruising force. His mouth moves across your jaw and down your neck, and you whine when pulls away before quickly realising that your high-neck undershirt is in the way. His fingers find the hem and yank it up over your breasts, not bothering to remove it completely before his lips assault your chest, biting and soothing your skin in five separate spots as you writhe beneath him.

He moves down, placing a kiss on your sternum and your stomach, before pausing at the waistband of your pants and looking up with hungry eyes. “You sure ‘bout this?”

His hot breath fans your skin and goosebumps rise in response.

You nod, “Yes, please, Butcher. Yes.”

The buckle and button are loosened in a second, and he groans at the sight of your lacy black panties. He places a hot, wet kiss just above the hem before sitting back and unbuttoning his own shirt. He doesn’t manage to shrug it off though, because you take the opportunity to grip either side of it and pull him back down on top of you. The feeling of his skin against yours makes your whole body clench, and you know you’re kissing him sloppily but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Your fingers find his belt again, struggling to remember how the damn thing works when he pulls away with a gasp, “Hold on.”

You frown, “What now?”

He chuckles, “No, sweethear’, not like that.”

His hands take yours guiding them up over your head until you feel the wood of the headboard at your fingertips.

“I said, hold on.”

END.

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harry-styles-obsessed · 7 months

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Requested: yes.

Synopsis: your and Harry’s daughter has been sick with some sort of fever and stomach bug for the last few weeks— a month after Harry went away on tour meaning your daughter was clingy for her dad, her separation anxiety getting worse. Harry hears of the news from you and he despite reassuring you that he’ll continue touring can’t just let his baby girl be sick and needing him… read on to find out what he does.

Dad! Harry x yn x daughter reader

Warnings: mention of being sick, puke, being poorly but mainly fluff of both daughter and reader. Enjoy!!

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

Your daughter Layla was sick with a nasty bug. She had been for the past three weeks and she was constantly crying for her dad. It was heartbreaking for you because you hated seeing your baby girl crying. You were resting on the sofa arm wrapped around your daughter as she was curled up in your side, a bucket by your feet filled with puke and loads of used tissues sprawled out all over the place from the amount of tissues she had used. Layla was only 7 so being sick wasn’t nice for her— she had been puking for days now and you were concerned, getting advice from doctors who advised you to keep her home and let the medication work through her body. Which you did. But of course it wasn’t going to instantly make her better. You just had to be strong for her. You sigh softly running a hand through your hair which was messy from how stressed you had been. “Mummy” the little girl soon cried out, hiccuping and you quickly grabbed the bucket holding it underneath her chin just in time for her to puke into it her eyes remaining shut clearly still half asleep.. “you’re okay baby. Mummy’s here… mummy’s here..” you guided rubbing her back gently, soothing her through it as you pushed down the twisting in your stomach. It had occurred to you last night that you had most definitely too caught the bug but you didn’t care. You needed to take care of Layla.

You sighed quietly pushing her hair back as you hushed her gently, her soon leaning down again cuddling into you as she relaxed. You played with her hair lightly until eventually she had fallen asleep Toy Story on in the background before your phone buzzed. You without looking answered it lifting it to your ear “hi.” You murmured clearing your throat. “Hello my love.. how is she?” Harry’s voice rang through the phone and you sighed, you missed him deeply, you missed his touch— his smell. “Not great.” You admitted softly gazing down at the little girl. “She’s thrown up 24/7. She’s got a fever and I’m just concerned about her.” You murmured quietly to make sure not to wake her. “Want me to come home?” He questioned and you quickly shook your head before realising he couldn’t see you, you were sleep deprived to say the least. “No. Don’t let your fans down.. Ive got this under control.” You assured him yet his silence proved he was doubting you, worried about you and tempted to come home. “Harry keep doing what you love. Okay? I love you. I’ll face time you later on tonight as Layla wants to see your face okay?” Harry remained silent for a few moments silently contemplating whether to come home or not before he sighed softly “okay my love… I look forward to that. Sending my love. I love you.” “I love you too.” You spoke with a small smile before hanging up as you relaxed back into the sofa gazing at the tv as you began falling in and out of consciousness yet you never could properly fall asleep needing to make sure Layla was okay no matter what.

You weren’t sure how long had passed maybe a couple hours as it was now nearing morning time again, but you were holding your daughters hair back as she threw up in the toilet “it’s okay… good job… I’m here.” You comforted. Your stomach churned once again and you had to hold back your own sick, taking a deep breath as you attempted to breathe through it a strange pain in your stomach. As Layla finally stopped you helped her get up wiping her mouth and flushing the toilet before helping her walk back towards her bedroom all until a rather loud creak grabbed your attention making you tense up– you looked towards the source of what had created the sound before your eyes locked on those familiar green eyes. “Harry….” You whispered tears threatening to form in your eyes, Layla letting out a squeal Harry grinning from ear to ear as he slowly crouched down, bag slipping off his shoulder and falling onto the floor staying crouched to Layla’s height before he opened his arms for her his smile wide and bright as he tilted his head to the side “oh baby girl are you feeling a little bit poorly?” He questioned, you let go of Layla’s hand the small girl sprinting towards her daddy before she jumped into Harry’s arms almost knocking him over, but he stayed upright wrapping his arms tightly around her as he lifted her up spinning her around once. You watched with loving eyes your vision going slightly dizzy “harry— I just need to rest for a bit.. okay.” You spoke softly, you felt awful and although you wanted to hug him you didn’t think your legs would manage to keep you upright and you didn’t want to scare your daughter. Harry nodded watching as you entered your bedroom, his attention falling back to Layla as he set her back down on the floor hands lightly resting on her waist as he looked into her eyes before he raised a hand to her forehead “oh dear you are rather warm.” He murmured with a frown before he stood up straighter grabbing onto her hand as he walked with her back down stairs having her sit down on the sofa before he began searching through the medicine box.

He soon found Calpol and a thermometer before he walked back over to Layla “can I sleep daddy?” She murmured sadly Harry looking into her eyes seeing the exhaustion and sadness before he nodded “of course baby. After this okay?” She nodded and Harry smiled. “Arm up sweetheart.” He spoke pressing the small round button hearing the beep before he slid the thermometer underneath Layla’s armpit allowing it to take her temperature as he measured out some medicine for her to take, carefully spooning it into her mouth “good girl.” He praised with a small smile just in time for the thermometer to beep and he pulled it away from her checking it… too hot for normal. He exhaled calmly “it’s not good baby. But hopefully the medicine will get rid of your pains okay? Let’s go back upstairs yeah?” He spoke and she whined attaching herself to his neck, and Harry smiled softly before he lifted her up into his embrace as he carried her towards the stairs, carrying her up them her legs wrapped around his waist. “I missed you daddy.” She murmured to him quietly making his heart clench. “I missed you too darling. But I promise to be here for you until you feel better.”

Unbeknownst to you Harry had postponed his entire tour extending the days to another day just so he could see Layla and you. He carried the small girl into her room before laying her down and tucking her in, the Calpol already working as she fell into a deep sleep drowsily murmuring that she loved him. He covered her up in her blankets securing her favourite teddy under her arm before he kissed her cheek, turning on her night light before silently exiting the room pulling the door to so it was closed but not fully shut. He then wandered into your and his shared room finding you fast asleep, curled up, hands pressed firmly against your belly. He frowned in slight concern and walked towards you, sitting down. As the bed dipped and you felt a hand touch against your back you whined softly. “Darling you’re boiling.” The familiar voice spoke feeling your forehead and Harry exhaled “let me get you some medicine” “no.” You grabbed onto his wrist “already done…” you murmured tiredly and he nodded noticing a sick bucket off to the side on the floor. You must’ve caught the bug. He gently wrapped his arms around you pulling you close, as his slender fingers stroked against your stomach soothing it as best as he could, listening to your breathing as it began to calm down until you had fallen asleep. He remained awake keeping an eye on you for about fifty minutes.

“Daddy” he heard a whimpered voice, a small hand resting against his back and he slowly sat up, seeing Layla teddy in arms as she was close to sobbing. “I don’t feel good daddy.” He carefully leaned forwards helping her up onto the bed before he laid down with her, having her between you and him “I don’t feel good” she whimpered and Harry stroked her hair soothingly “I know baby… I know…” he began humming a soft tune to her, her hands soon grasping onto his larger one as she began playing with his fingers until eventually she was half asleep, tracing his tattoos lightly before she had fallen into another deep sleep. He too began relaxing before he fell into a sleep like state… but what felt like seconds later which was actually twenty minutes he felt the bed move abruptly eyes snapping open enough to see you rushing towards the bathroom hand covering your mouth. He silently but quickly stood up, hair slightly messy from where Layla had woken up unbeknown to him and played with his hair slightly. He rushed after you and when he found you he quickly pulled your hair back securing it back with a hairband he found on the counter as his free hand then slid down to rub against your back as you threw up until eventually you had fallen back into Harry, forehead sweaty and hot as he held you as you panted grimacing in pain “I don’t want to get you sick…” you murmured tiredly but Harry didn’t respond only holding you closer, he didn’t care if he got sick. He had to be there for you and Layla even if it risked getting the sickness… he honestly didn’t care. You and Layla were the most important things in his life. Nothing else. He had to look after you no matter what. And he always would.

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caeliuluru · 3 months

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tags: so fluffy, established relationship xavier/mc

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A day off-- no emergencies, no Wanderers, no urgent tasks.

To get closer to each other, you and Xavier decided to "idle together," as he endearingly put it. In between missions and trying to catch Heartbreaker, you couldn't deny that this was an unexpected breath of fresh air.

You, however, were still restless.

The sunset's light flows into the room from your balcony, casting shadows onto the floor. It would have been too dark to read if it weren't for the lamp beside your sofa. Other than the flipping of pages and you and Xavier's soft breathing, everything is silent until...

Beep, beep!

"Do you want to keep reading?" Xavier asks. You turn off the alarm on your phone, having used a Pomodoro timer just to get you to focus on the book, and shake your head.

"It's getting dark, m’have to turn on the lights." You try not to look at Xavier as you get up from the sofa. He made for a very comfy pillow during your reading sessions together, and if you so much as glanced at him after he spoke you probably would have made up an excuse to keep laying against his chest. Quickly, you switch on the light in the living room and flop back onto the sofa (and by extension, your partner) before he could properly sit up.

"Are you okay? You went quiet all of a sudden." He asks. You can hear the tinge of worry in his voice, and you're quick to reassure him with a soft squeeze of his shoulder, having decided to put your arms around him. "Just... remembering things.” As you speak, you listen to his heartbeat, slow as ever. It's a familiar and calming sound. Your mind goes back to when he had helped you review for one of your Hunter exams, took care of you when you were drunk, planned a whole-day trip that was essentially a date, even before the two of you became lovers. It's in the quiet moments like these where you feel most grateful for someone like Xavier. While his expressions of love weren't exactly the same as the ones in the cheesy rom-coms you watched, his love felt like home. These were times where you felt like you didn't need to try so hard, and still felt so seen by the person you loved the most.

His hand gently cards through your hair as you listen to his breathing. He smells good, too, the woody scent being a trademark of all his hoodies. In the midst of your quiet reflection, though, you can feel his eyes on you.

“You’re staring,” you quip at him. “Or is it Xavier cipher?”

“Well, I haven’t been blinking much.” His gaze is soft, tender. “Is there anything you wanted to tell me?”

“I should be asking you that. I’m not the one trying to send secret messages through my eyes. Or through telepathy.”

“Aren’t eyes the windows to the soul?”

“I still need translations for whatever your eyes are saying, dummy.”

He lets out a light laugh and looks you in the eye.

“What I mean to say is: I’m happy you’re with me. I like holding you like this.”

Both his and your faces are flushed, and he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You playfully squeeze his face and move it around. He smiles, focusing on the crinkle in the corner of your eyes when you grin and the mirth your face holds. “That’s unfair, you can’t just say things like that!”

The banter isn’t over, because he takes the opportunity to lightly grab the hand was just holding his cheeks, and slots his fingers in between. His other hand stays on the small of your back, ensuring that you don’t accidentally fall off him and the sofa.

“Let’s make this even, then. Is there still anything you wanted to tell me?”

A beat, then, “If you choose to answer with your own cipher, I’ll try to understand it as best as I can.”

When was the last time you had gotten to be together like this? It’s not as if you felt distant from each other, but it had been a while since you felt you could truly relax with him. You didn’t want to waste precious time keeping your emotions to yourself.

“Earlier, I was just thinking about how I was glad to be with the person I liked. You like to help other people, but you don’t want to be in the spotlight for it. You’re earnest. You look out for me even if I don’t ask for it.” You say the last sentence more quietly, still learning what it’s like to have a soft place to land, to be held by a shooting star.

He turns his head to plant a kiss on your hand.

“I won’t let you go, then. Whether we’re just on the couch, or on missions, or anywhere else, I’ll be by your side whenever you need me.”

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A/N: oh god my first xavier fic. anyw this was just a Developed Brainrot i had after ep 3 of the partner go-go event, so this can be treated as an extra account of how Xavier and MC spent their days “strengthening their relationship” before capturing Heartbreaker :3

if yall want to ramble in asks or say hi pls go ahead! i do wanna make new L&DS/tears of themis/genshin frens here so yay lol

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Here is what I wrote down in Berlin after my m&g, if anyone is interested. I'm posting the video and the photos as well because I'm so happy I managed to do and say everything I had planned 😃 I feel like I rambled a lot but the whole thing took 2 minutes.

Hug felt brief rushed automatic (if you want a nicer one go with one hand over their shoulder and hold for a second)

Dan asked if I want to have signed what was in my hands

I said yes, they signed the things and without prompting Dan said what kitties do we have here or something like that.

I told him they're my cats and my puppy and that I actually named the puppy Danny, they laughed

Dan asked if I want a selfie, I said yes but I want to tell you something first. At that point it immediately stopped feeling rushed and they focused entirely on me and waited.

I said first, come to Prague, they said we want to we'd love to. Dan said I have to I've never been.

Second I want to ask how wide is your reach on the piano

Phil got what I asked and translated for Dan

I said I'm actually jealous of his hands

Dan said just above an octave, nine or ten keys. I told him that's not true called him a liar to his face while pointing at him 😂 He said, no it is true! (for context mine is nine keys so ten for him is so not possible)

I said lets compare hands than. They put them in front (phil started) I made a photo.

I love the moment when Dan turns to Phil and goes, can't even fit my hand in a photo!

Then I said actually I want to properly compare them sorry I'm obsessed.... And phil went, with hands? I laught no.. yes.. well.... with the reach (I love the fact I became a victim of Phil’s legendary wit)

Then they took the separate photos of their hands against mine

And than the selfie

I asked them if we have time I have one other idea, that I'd like to recreate the ending of the crafts video with me being the demon. They said okay and stood at each side of me I saw they're not really doing it so I went I'm too small/you're too tall though, they moved closer and crouched and did the faces (I'm the demon phannie).

Then I went away, on the way turned around and said I'm looking forward to the show so much and that it's gonna be great, it's gonna be amazing, did an okay sign with my hand.

Almost forgot my signed things (that I let Phil hold and struggle with the whole time), forgot my phone that they gave to security 😅

Overall it was amazing, it's so nice to see how aware they are of the importance of the meeting for each individual person. It was my first time meeting them and I'm so so happy about it 💙😭🥰💙💙💙

#m&g #phan #dan and phil #my face #tit berlin #my post #okay to reblog if you want #dnptit #I'll try to do something similar for Warsaw #and also get together my thought about the show and the whole experience #especially meeting my friends again 🥹

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don't tell my boyfriend, it's not what he's made for

pairings: sam wilson x reader

summary: you try hide your bad days from Sam but he knows you too well. (Based on What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish.)

warnings: depression, mention of bad relationship with parents, angst, fluff, sam being the best boyfriend. I think that's it?

word count: 1559

a/n: my first Sam fic YAY!

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It’s been 3 days since you last saw Sam, not because he was on a mission or fighting a giant purple-thumb looking alien but because you couldn’t bring yourself to let him see you the way you are right now.

Things had been tough since you graduated college, you had your degree, you’d done everything your parents had asked of you, but you’d never really done anything that you wanted. Your parents didn’t seem to care what you did now, you’d gotten your degree, you’d moved to the city, you’d got away. They’d “done their job” they told you, but what were you meant to do now.

That’s what has been on your mind the last few months and all the stress has finally caught up with you. You weren’t leaving the house, you were hardly eating, you hadn’t seen your friends in weeks. Then there was Sam, you’d been pretending to be okay around him, and it was killing you. You couldn’t do it anymore so you’d been avoiding him, first not going to his apartment, then cancelling plans, and now avoiding his text messages. It only made you feel worse but you couldn’t let him see you this way. He’d probably break up with me.

You had bags under your eyes from the 2 hours of sleep you were getting each night, your eyes were red and irritated by the countless tears that had fallen from them. You hadn’t showered since you last saw Sam and that was only because he surprised you with a picnic in the park.

You’d tried to enjoy that day but all you wanted was to lay in bed and cry, to forget about everything else. But more than anything you wanted Sam, wanted him to hold you, to tell you everything would work out, but that couldn’t happen. You couldn’t have him realise what a mess you were, you couldn’t risk him leaving you.

So that’s how you ended up here, curled up into a ball in the dark on your sofa, crying quietly into your blanket and ignoring the feeling of a slight buzz from your phone beside you. You didn’t know who it was and quite frankly at this point you didn’t care. It had been like this since you woke up, you have no idea how long it’s been, and you had no intention of finding out. That would make you feel worse, knowing you’d wasted another day. You had no intention of moving at all, and that didn’t change when you heard a knock at your door. Just leave it, they’ll go away soon. But they didn’t, they kept knocking and knocking, until Sam’s voice came through the hard wood. His warm and gentle voice being the only thing breaking your almost comatose state.

“Y/N? I know you’re in there, please I just need to see that you are okay. Please?” You felt your heart break as his voice cracked with his last word.

You freeze at first, not knowing what to do. If you didn’t answer you were 90% sure he would kick your door down. So you did the only thing you could do and walked slowly towards the door, cracking it open slightly, not even removing the chain.

His head fly’s up from the spot he was staring at on the ground when he hears your door creak open.

“Hi Sam.”

“Y/N,” He goes to push the door open only to be met with the resistance of the chain. “Can you open the door properly? Please?”

You don’t really want to let him into your depressive bubble but at the same time you wanted him, his warmth against your skin, the smell of his cologne that always made you feel safe. So you nod slightly and remove the chain.

He immediately steps in and pulls you towards him. Your head finds its usual spot against his chest and his warmth seeps into you which instantly makes you feel a little bit lighter.

“Thank god.” Sam sighs in relief as he wraps his arms around you, bringing his left hand up to the back of your head to cup it slightly. “I thought something had happened to you when you didn’t answer your phone all day, I was so worried about you baby.”

All day? You had no clue that much time had passed, and now you were angry at yourself for worrying Sam, he doesn’t deserve all this. He deserves someone better.

You start to feel your eyes burning as more tears threaten their escape. “I’m sorry Sammy.”

“Hey, none of that, okay? You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Sam had kind of guessed what was happening, sure he mostly had experience working with Vets with PTSD, but he definitely knew the tell tale signs of depression. So when you started to pull away, and started acting not quite like yourself he had made sure to clear his schedule as much as he could to be there for you.

“I.. I don’t really know.”

“That’s okay baby. Can I stay with you for a bit?”

You shake your head against his chest and start to pull away from him as it hits you how you look, how your apartment looks. Panic starts to overtake every other emotion already running though you. “Oh my god. The mess and I haven’t even- I look so gross and I didn’t-“

Sam cuts you off before you can spiral more. “Hey, take a breath. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, nothing is okay anymore.” He guides you to the sofa gently and sits beside you, slightly turning himself in your direction.

“Try and breathe for me, okay? In and out. Copy me.” You try to listen and copy his breathing. “That’s it, good girl. You're doing such a good job baby.”

“I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“What do you mean?” He replies, with a hint of confusion.

You shake your head before continuing. “No, I don’t want to burden you Sam. You can leave if you want to, I’d understand.” You were so sure he’d leave, there was no way he could want to stay with you now. Right? Deep down you knew your brain was lying to you but you didn’t have it in you to fight what it was so easily telling you.

“Baby,” He looks at you with pure concern and love in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, you can tell me what’s wrong, you can tell me anything.”

You look down and start to play with your sleeves before you answer him. “It’s not what you’re made for, you don’t deserve to have to pick up all the pieces everytime I fall apart. You deserve someone who’s happy, and I…” You pause to try and figure out how to say what you are feeling. “I think I forgot how to be happy.” It comes out as an almost whisper, in fear of it chasing him away.

Sam’s heart breaks hearing how you are feeling, he’s never felt this much love for someone or something before and wants nothing more than for you to be okay. He needs you to know how much you mean to him.

“Y/N, look at me?” You shakily bring your eyes back up to him. “That’s exactly what I was made for, you’re everything to me and I want to help you in any way that I can. Who was there when I beat myself up for Karli’s death? You. Who picked me back up again when I worked myself too hard? You did. So please, let me help you. Let me in. I will be here to pick up every little piece of you for as long as you will have me.”

The tears had managed to find an escape route now, and were freely rolling down your cheeks. You knew Sam loved you, he’d told you every chance he got and you hated that your brain could convince you otherwise.

“I love you Sam.” He brings his lips to your forehead and places a gentle kiss.

“And I love you too, so much, and whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m here to listen, okay?”

“Okay..” You weren’t ready to talk yet, you just wanted him. “Could you just hold me for now?”

“Of course, anything you want.”

He lays back on the sofa and brings you into his lap. Your head finds its place in his chest again, seeking his warmth. Things were silent for a few moments, each of you soaking up the feeling of being close with one another, until your stomach rumbling broke the silence.

“Baby?” he asks gently but concerned.

“Hmm?” You know where this is going but you try to play innocent.

“Have you eaten anything today?” You shake your head in embarrassment that you hadn’t managed to do that.

“Want me to order something in?” You nod against him. “The usual?”

“‘Mhmm. Can you get some of the-“

“Chocolate dumplings.” You say together which makes you both laugh, your first real laugh in a while and it feels nice.

“How could I not?” Sam says as he playfully rolls his eyes. “But until there’s a knock at the door I’m not letting go of you.” He squeezes you extra tight to show you he’s not kidding.

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: Meeting the perfect woman at a party has three complications: 1) you're married; 2) she's your student; 3) she’s too good to let go.

Word count: 7.648 || Pronouns: she/her

Warnings: (a lot of) smut [18+ only!], alcohol

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You got to the party a few minutes before the time you scheduled with Tony, and the place was already crowded. The loud music pounding on the speakers and the smell of alcohol and smoke did nothing to encourage you to enter that hell of a place. But you remember your brother’s convincing - or rather, annoying - arguments, and you sigh softly, putting your hands in the pants pockets of your red suit as you walk in.

“You need to have some fun, man, you look like you were hit by a car.” The man had said the other day, laughing softly, and you left out the fact that you’ve been quite unable to sleep or eat properly as you told him you were just busy with work. The argument was of no use, of course, since Tony insisted it was just another reason to celebrate, since you finally got the job you wanted for so long.

Xavier Institute is the most respected art college in the country and one of the best in the world. Working there has been a dream of yours since you graduated, and Tony, who has known you forever and kept track of all your efforts, insisted that you celebrate the realization of this dream together.

But you looked for the man everywhere and found no sign of him. You think about going home, but you've already gone through all the work of getting here and the effort of coming up with a costume. So you sigh softly, and make your way to the bar to get yourself something to drink, checking your phone to see if you got any text from your brother but finding no notifications at all.

As you wait for your drink by the bar, you try to fit as comfortably as possible into the cluster of people around the counter, and the pair beside you catches your attention. The first one that draws your attention is the girl. She wears a set of tight-fitting dark red clothes - pants and a long-sleeved blouse - with several black details and runes drawn on them, covered by a half-skirt of the same color. Her dark hair is covered with an orange dye made not to last long, and the wavy locks are held by some sort of crown that goes all the way down to her cheekbones, accentuating them. And she's absolutely breathtaking.

As for the other person, it’s a guy dressed up in a lazy attempt at a Michael Myers costume, with a faded gray jumpsuit, a generic white mask, and his hair thrown back with exorbitant amounts of gel. The boy holds a plastic knife in one hand, using the other to lean on the bar counter, approaching the girl as he talks on and on. It's not hard to deduce from her body language that he's bothering her, and her annoyed expression behind the tight smile lets you know he's been doing it for quite some time.

“I think everyone liked you better when you didn't talk.” Your comment takes not only the two strangers by surprise, but also yourself. Maybe what they say is true, maybe dressing up as something or someone you’re not really changes you - or rather, makes you feel comfortable enough to be who you really are. In any case, you keep your posture unfazed, playing with your glass between your fingers.

“And who are you anyway?” The Michael Myers dude asks, his tone as annoyed as his stance. “Just someone who can read the room.” You answer calmly as you shrug your shoulders, signing to the girl in between you and him as you say, “she's clearly bothered by your presence, buddy, so why don’t you just leave the girl alone?”

The man turns his mask-covered face to the girl then, but she just keeps her eyes forward, the small smirk at the corner of her lips being the only indication that she’s listening to the conversation. So he grumbles disgruntledly, stomping away like a spoiled child.

“Thanks for that.” Says the girl when the boy is away, turning her body slightly to face you. “Not needed but appreciated.” She adds with a raised eyebrow, to make sure you know she’s no damsel in distress, and you smile, nodding slightly. “Oh, trust me, he was bothering me too.” You say as you take a sip of your drink, watching her look at you in a mixture of curiosity and confusion as the citric drink slides down your throat. “I was trying to build up the courage to talk to you when he showed up.”

“Is that so?” The girl asks in an amused tone, her smirk growing as she leans her elbow on the counter, her hand supporting the side of her face as she eyes you intently. “Yeah…” You confirm, admiring the black nail polish on her neatly done fingernails. “It's been a while since I've done the whole flirting thing, especially with a woman as beautiful as you.” You risk it and the girl scrunches her nose before she says, humorously, “a bit rusty.”

“Very rusty.” You add with a grimace, making the girl giggle as you take a long sip of your drink. “I’m sorry.” You grumble as you shake your head, a bit embarrassed, and miss the way the stranger smiles sweetly at you. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” Her comment makes you look back at her again, and your eyes fall to her lips as she bites them in a smile.

“I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself with an easy smile, offering her your hand. “Wanda.” She tells as she holds your hand with her smooth one, and you let out a hum of satisfaction at the beautiful name. “Oh, Princess Wanda, daughter of the founder of Kraków, Poland.”

“I didn’t know that.” Wanda says with an amused smile, taking a sip of her drink, holding her glass with her featherlike fingers that were previously on yours. “I know a thing or two.” You comment with a playful shrug, making her giggle softly. “It’s a pretty name. You’re from Poland?”

“Sokovia.” She corrects you, and you click your tongue, grimacing slightly at your own mistake. “Close.” You murmur behind the rim of your glass, and Wanda watches you intently, taking a sip of her drink. “Very smart for a devil.” She jokes about your costume - red suit and dark makeup -, and you let out a short laugh before shaking your head. “Oh no, I’m not a devil. Too overrated. I’m just a demon.”

“What kind of demon?” Wanda asks with a raised eyebrow, and you smirk as you shrug your shoulders. “I guess you’ll have to find out.” Your comment makes her smirk back at you, taking her glass to her red lips and finishing it in one sip, and you waste no time in offering, “can I buy you a drink, Wanda?”

“Only if you’ll dance with me after it.” Her answer is quick and provoking, and you smile with satisfaction as you agree. “Deal.”

And then you buy yourselves another round of drinks, and you keep the conversation going with such an ease that surprises the two of you. As the talk goes on, you realize Wanda is smart and funny and the more time you spend with her, the closer you want to get to her. She doesn’t seem bothered by your approaches in the slightest, smirking at all the excuses you find to touch her body.

When the new set of drinks is finished, she grabs you by the hand to take you to the dance floor, so energetically commenting on how she loves the song that’s currently playing, and you giggle softly as you intertwine your fingers with hers. Wanda doesn’t let go of your hand once you get there. In fact, she uses it to pull you even closer to her.

You’re not much of a dancer, honestly, but you let the alcohol in your system move your body to the rhythm of the music. Wanda is not shy about pressing her body on yours, fitting her ass on your front as she dances to the music. So you let your hands roam her body boldly, feeling your skin tingle with every sound you draw from her.

At some point she turns to you again, her face so close to yours that your noses are brushing, and her pupils are so dilated you can barely see the green of her eyes anymore. So you allow the adrenaline and lust to take over you, and you press your lips to hers firmly, your hands on the sides of her face to pull her close. Wanda whimpers in surprise, holding the front of your shirt tightly as she matches the kiss just as eagerly, pulling you closer.

With your hand on the back of her neck, you take the other to her waist, deepening the kiss and sliding your tongue against hers with intent. The girl moans helplessly against your mouth, feeling her knees buckle as you dominate her with such ease, her hands moving to your shoulders looking for some kind of support.

When air is needed, you move your kisses to her jaw and neck, sucking on her skin and smoothing it with your tongue. Wanda shudders with every touch, moving one of her hands to your hair, gripping it tightly to encourage you to keep going, her whimpers and sighs against your ear almost muffled by the loud music.

Pushing your body forwards, you move together until her back hits the nearest wall, your torso pressed to hers even closer now. Moving your face up again, your mouth meets hers again in a kiss so hungry that Wanda’s head spins, her entire body surrendering to you as she kisses you back.

With one hand firmly on her waist, you take the other to her thigh, pulling her leg up to your hip and setting your thigh in between hers. The girl whimpers against your lips at the sudden pressure, her hips jerking down to press her center even further to yours, one of her hands on your neck as the other holds your arm for stability.

Wanda keeps moving her hips against you, looking for some friction to help her ease the aching in her core. To assist her, you tense up the muscle in your thigh, sucking her tongue as she moans against your mouth. Her warmth against your leg grows to the point of almost burning your leg underneath your suit, and you would’ve taken her for yourself right then and there if at that moment someone hadn't bumped into you, reminding you that you were in the middle of a party surrounded by hundreds of people.

You slow down the kiss, both of your hands on her waist as you pull your leg away. Wanda whimpers slightly, displeased by the lack, so you smile softly as you move your face away from her. The smile falters, however, when you open your eyes again and see her lips puffy from kissing so hard, and her eyes locked on yours with such desire that it’s hard to remember why you ever stopped in the first place.

“My apartment is close by.” She comments as she moves closer, keeping her lips so close to yours that they brush as she speaks. “Lead the way.” You request as you move your hands down and squeeze her ass harshly, pressing her further against you. Wanda grunts at the delicious pain, taking your lower lip between her teeth and pulling it harshly, to the point of stinging. You hiss softly, but before you could kiss her again, she’s pulling away, and holding your hand to guide you out of the crowded party.

The air outside is as cold as it can be for that time of the night, but both your bodies are so warm you barely notice it. As Wanda asks for a lift on an app on her phone, you’re busy giving her a hard time, fitting your body behind hers and moving her hair to the side so you can have free access to her neck. The girl complains about not being able to focus, but you just keep kissing her skin underneath her ear, smiling as you hear her sigh.

With the ride on its way, Wanda teases you back by pushing her ass against your center, smirking as she feels you groaning against her skin. In response, you spin her by the waist, and kiss her lips with such intent that soon her legs are giving in again. You keep your mouth on hers until the car arrives, and the two of you get in the backseat with puffy lips and messy clothes.

Wanda can’t wait for the car to arrive to give wet kisses and nibbles on your neck, and you can’t wait for her to open the front door to press her body against yours, your teeth on her earlobe and your hands on her hips. But as soon as all that is done, her mouth is back on yours, devouring each other as if that was the last meal you would ever have.

You press her against the door as soon as you’re inside the apartment, your leg back in between hers as your mouth finds her once more. Wanda sighs against your lips, moving her fingers to the front of your body, unbuttoning your shirt before she’s even taken off your suit jacket. But as soon as she’s done, she pushes it all at once down your shoulders, and you let your garments slide to the ground as you move your kisses to her jaw.

With your hands back on hers, you pull her up by the thighs, her legs wrapping around your waist at the same instant. Moving your fingers down to the sides of her body, you loosen the claps that kept her skirt secured around her hips, letting the item fall to the ground as you hold her tight, walking with her around the apartment.

Wanda tries to guide you as best as she can with your mouth on her neck and her hands on your bare back. But the two of you manage to get to her bedroom - some bumping into furniture and stopping against walls later -, and you lay her on the mattress as soon as you get there.

Her pants are what you take off first, and Wanda moves her feet to get free of her boots before the piece of clothing reaches her ankles. On your knees facing her, your mouth water at the sight of her bare legs, a red underwear covering her center. You take your time kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs, hearing her sigh as you approach her core, her legs pulling apart instinctively.

But before you reach your destination, Wanda places her fingers under your chin, pulling you up so she can kiss you again. With your hands on her hips, you pull her closer, kissing her hungrily as your fingers venture underneath her blouse, pulling the fabric as your hands slide up her back.

The girl moves her face away from yours so she can get rid of the garment, tossing it somewhere on the floor along with the rest of the clothes. It's hard to take your eyes off her breasts covered by nothing but a red lace bra, and Wanda bites her lower lip in a smile as she watches your hungry gaze on her, moving her hands to the front of your pants.

Her fingers work on your belt with such ease that you only realize what she’s done when she throws the item on the bedroom floor, her hands returning to your pants to unbutton them. As you stand up again to get rid of your pants, Wanda lies down, leaning on her elbows, and the sight makes the knot below your belly grow tighter.

As you lie on top of her, your body fitting into hers perfectly, Wanda takes her hands to your back, her legs wrapping around your waist as her fingertips slide against your skin. You barely have time to kiss her again, because soon the woman is pulling your sports top up, and you have to move away to pass it through your head.

Not wanting to be left behind, you move your lips to her jaw, your fingers finding the clasp of her bra and undoing it with one move. Wanda’s hands let go of you as she takes the item off, and you’re unable to resist the temptation to pull away to look at her, gasping softly at the sight of her naked torso underneath you. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Wanda’s cheeks get rosier underneath her heavy makeup, smiling softly as she pulls you down again to slide her tongue on yours. Holding her by the waist, you fit your knee in between her legs, making her moan against your mouth, instantly starting to move her hips against you in search of some friction.

Deciding you’ve been too long without tasting more of her, you move your kisses down, leaving purple marks on every piece of skin you can find, her whimpers filling the room as you make each one of them. Wanda’s back arches against yours as your lips wrap around her nipple, licking and sucking until it stiffens inside your mouth.

Her hands move to your hair, gripping it and keeping you exactly where she wants you to be. Pressing your leg harder against her, you take your mouth to her other breast, giving it equal attention, smirking as you feel her wetness growing on your bare thigh. It doesn’t take long for her to grow impatient, pushing your head down, and it takes even less for you to obey, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her stomach.

When you reach her lower part, you hold her legs open for you, your eyes locked on hers as you lean down, watching her biting her lips harshly in anticipation as you kiss her center covered by the thin red fabric, her taste and scent making you roll your eyes as you grunt in satisfaction. The vibration makes Wanda whimper lowly, closing her eyes for a second, and you’re sure you’ve never seen a sight as beautiful as this one.

Wrapping your fingers around her panties, you pull them down until it slides down her legs, and make your way back up to her center as you place soft kisses along her inner thighs. Wanda’s breath hitches as you bite her skin tightly, and a loud moan rips out of her throat as you sink your face into her, your tongue savoring her pussy hungrily and collecting her juices.

As you suck her clit expertly, Wanda’s hand takes a hold of your hair, keeping your mouth exactly where she wants it to be, as the other one grips the sheets tightly. You slide your tongue along her folds, her sweet taste making your palate tingle, your core throbbing.

“Oh, yeah- fuck, don’t stop.” She lets out in between moans and whimpers, the grip on your head getting tighter as you sink your tongue inside her, your nose brushing against her clit making her see stars behind her closed eyelids. You had no intention of stopping anyways, eating her out as if your life depends on it, devouring her with everything you have.

You hold her thighs open for you as her body begins to shake, her orgasm approaching her as her moans become louder. You keep your movements steady, guiding her through her high as her back arches, her cum dripping down your chin as she thrusts her hips forwards.

Her hand makes a bit of pressure against your head, asking you to stop. But even then you don’t pull away, licking her clean, her juices running down your throat and making you feel complete. “Y/n, please-ah.” She hisses at the overstimulation, but you slide the tip of your tongue on her clit lightly.

It doesn't take long for Wanda to be ready for another, her hips jerking against you as her hand tightens on your hair again. This time, you wrap your tongue around her clit, thrusting two fingers inside her without warning, making her scream at the delicious intrusion, her walls pounding against your digits.

“Oh, fuck, so good. I’m gonna-” Her second orgasm gets to her much faster, and before the words even come out she’s squirming against your touch, her walls clenching around your fingers and her cum dripping onto the sheets. “P-please, it’s too much.” She begs in a whiny voice, her hand weekly trying to pull you away from her throbbing pussy.

But this time you obey, slowly making your way back up to her, your mouth kissing her body as she tries to regain the rhythm of her breathing. You kiss her as soon as you reach her, your tongue sliding sensually against hers and making her shudder, a low moan escaping her as she tastes herself in your mouth.

When air is needed, you move your lips to her neck. But they don’t stay there for long, because soon Wanda is placing her hands on your shoulders, and reversing your positions on the bed. “It’s my turn now.” She says huskily against your lips, and you smirk as she kisses you again, far from being opposed to it.

As she fits more comfortably on top of you, her core fits perfectly against your own, a moan leaving your lips as you grab her waist on reflex. Wanda smirks against your mouth, moving her hip experimentally and shuddering when you whimper for more, trapping your lip in between her teeth.

She pulls away from you just to remove your underwear - at this point completely soaked -, and soon is back to her original position, pressing her pussy against yours, ripping moans from the both of you in the process. Your whole body warms up as she starts to rub against you, your juices mixing with hers and providing the perfect friction.

You hold her hips to help her guide her movements, her legs growing shaky as she starts to move faster. The scene as a whole takes you to cloud nine, Wanda’s breasts bouncing as she rubs herself against you, her mouth half-open as she moans, her eyes ajar. You wanted to get up and take one of her rosy nipples inside your mouth, but her hands on your stomach keep you in place, her nails digging into your skin.

She reaches her high a second after you do, your moans filling the room as your cums mix together. When she can’t take it anymore, Wanda collapses against you, her face hidden in the crook of your neck as her arm wraps around your middle, her breathing completely out of rhythm. You run your hands down her back soothingly, and not long after she’s lifting her head again, and kissing you slowly enough to send a chill down your spine.

A smirk makes its way to her lips as your hand squeezes her ass, and you take no time in reversing your positions again, desperate to taste her once more.

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You wake up to an empty bed, but the frown only remains on your face until you find a folded towel on the end of the mattress, along with a set of clothes and a note that says “meet me in the kitchen when you’re done xoxo.” With a groan, you stand up, but instead of the clothes Wanda saved for you, you collect your own - now placed in a pile on the chair in front of Wanda's desk.

Before going to the bathroom, a set of picture frames catches your attention. In one of them, you see Wanda and a boy about her age, his hair platinum, sitting on what seems to be a long grassy field. On another, you see her with the same boy, accompanied by an older man, the three of them sitting on a brown couch. The last picture of the three makes you laugh through your nose as you see Wanda and two other girls making funny faces for the photo at what looks like a New Year's Eve party.

You imagine those are her family and friends, and you can’t help but smile at her in all of them, enamored with her beauty in absolutely all those settings. But you shake your head to keep the thoughts and the sleep away, holding your clothes against your body as you move to her bathroom.

Some minutes later, you’re back in your suit and entering the kitchen, smiling at Wanda’s figure with her back at you, stirring something on the stove, her body covered by only a long sweater. Her damp hair is now in its natural brown, like the ones you'd seen in the photographs in her room. And as all the other times you’ve seen her until now, breathtaking.

“Morning.” You say as you wrap your hands around her waist, kissing her shoulder. “Morning.” Wanda says back with an easy smile that fades away when she spins on her heels to face you. “You’re not wearing the clothes I sorted for you.” Her eyes go down on your figure for half a second, figuring you're already leaving, and you have to hold back a smile at her disappointed frown.

“I can’t stay for long, I'm waiting for the moving truck to deliver this morning.” You explain, apologetically, and Wanda nods slowly in understanding. “Will you have breakfast with me at least?” The brunette asks with puppy dog eyes, and you’d have been unable to say no to her anyways. “Of course.” The grin she offers you is blinding before she leans forward, and you let out a giggle as you kiss her back.

You help her set the table and finish the food she was making before you eat together, the entire process surrounded by light conversation or just some comfortable silence. You exchange smiles every time your eyes meet, and Wanda tries to stop herself from creating so many expectations with this stranger she met at a party.

She knows she shouldn’t. This was most likely just a one-night stand, as it was supposed to be. But there was something about you that she wanted to know more of, to keep closer. Anyhow, she’d obviously not tell you any of that, keeping on with the casual conversation until the breakfast ends.

“You don’t have to-” She starts when she sees you washing the dishes, but you pull a dismissive face. “It’s okay, I still have some time.” You assure her with your hands already covered in soap, smiling when she still looks uncertain, “I insist.” She smiles in gratitude, kissing your lips softly before moving around the kitchen to put everything back in its place.

“Thank you.” The brunette says when everything is done, wrapping her arms around your shoulders after you’ve wiped your hands on the dishcloth. “No problem.” You assure before kissing her softly, feeling her smile against your lips. The kiss soon grows deeper, your tongue meeting hers as you press her against the kitchen counter.

“I thought you had to leave.” Wanda teases as you move your mouth to her neck, biting her lip tightly when you bite her sensitive skin over the mark you’ve made last night. “I do but you’re so fucking irresistible.” You groan against her skin, feeling her neck vibrating as she chuckles.

Before the brunette can even process, you’re already on your knees, sinking your face in between her legs in kissing her center covered by a new piece of underwear. “Y/n, what-” Her question is cut short by a moan as you move the fabric to the side, sliding your tongue along her folds, already soaked from you kissing her like that a moment ago.

“Oh, fuck.” Wanda’s hands find the marble for support as you eat her out, her knuckles getting whiter as her legs grow weaker. But you hold her up, a leg over your shoulder, as you suck her clit, tasting her on your tongue. Soon one of the brunette’s hands leaves the counter to grip your hair tightly, making you groan against her pussy.

The vibration is enough to send her over the edge, spilling her juices on your mouth as her moans escape her throat, the sounds muffled to you by her thighs squeezing your head. When she’s sure she can’t take it anymore, Wanda pushes your head lightly, her stomach twisting with desire as she watches you come back to your feet, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, a smirk on your lips.

“Let me return the favor.” She requests with her lips brushing against yours, her hands on the collar of your blouse. “Hmm maybe some other time, I really gotta go now.” You say with your hands on her waist, but Wanda is already moving her lips down to your jaw, taking your earlobe in between her teeth and making you shudder. “Fuck, you’re not helping.”

“I have no intention of helping.” She chuckles mischievously against your neck, and you have to muster all your strength to pull away. “I have to go.” You insist, and the only thing bringing comfort to Wanda now is that you sound as disappointed about it as she is. So she nods in understanding, and offers to walk you to the door.

“I left my phone number on your nightstand.” You let her know when you’re already on the other side of the door, holding back a smile when you see her sketching an eager one. “I’ll call you.” The brunette promises as she leans against the open door, and you can’t stop yourself from smiling this time. “I’ll be waiting.”

Wanda lets out a giggle at your response, so cute that you can’t stop yourself from moving closer to her again and kissing her hard. The brunette laughs softly against your mouth as she matches the kiss, but before she’d like, you’re pulling away again and saying goodbye for good this time. And Wanda watches you walk away until you disappear into the elevator.

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"And this is your office." Says the redhead as she walks you into the hugest room you've ever worked in, and you try not to feel so small there. "You'll get used to the space, honestly, some of us even manage to fill them with crap." She jokes as she sees your wide-eyed expression, and you let out a laugh as you nod in understanding.

After the weekend of the party, it was all about going back to the real world. Moving to Westview was exhausting and with every little thing that went wrong, you found yourself thinking maybe you should've left part of your belongings in New York. Your entire family still lives there anyways, it's not like you wouldn't have someone to keep an eye on your stuff for you. Besides, settling into a new job was always a challenge and the amount of bureaucracy got your head pounding every time.

Luckily for you, Tony - who had come to spend a few days in Westview to help you out with your moving - was by your side to give you support and the company you needed, even if he kept teasing you about your secret one-night stand.

"We don't have to talk about it, Tony, please, just let this go." You grumbled when the arguments about him abandoning you - because he was too busy sleeping with the cop that had stopped him that night - didn't work anymore, and your brother chuckled to himself before helping you empty yet another box.

And speaking of the brunette, it's been four days and Wanda hasn't called or texted. It's fine, you think to yourself. Maybe it's better that way. You already had too many things going on in your life, you could run away from trouble. At least that's what you repeated in your head every time you checked your phone and saw nothing.

"It's great. Thank you, Professor Romanoff." You say with a polite smile towards the redhead, who offers you a playful one in return. "Oh, please, there's no need for formalities, Natalia is just fine." She comments, waving her hands, and you let out a somewhat embarrassed giggle before telling her she could do the same.

After that, you and the Russian Professor chat some more, and she only leaves many minutes later - not before assuring you a few times that you could come to her if you needed anything, which made you smile with slightly rosy cheeks. And, finally alone, you busy yourself putting your new office together.

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Wanda saved your number on her phone the very moment she found the paper laying on her nightstand - smiling a silly smile as she saw the signature “from your daemon” under it.

But she only has the guts to text you on Friday, after some annoying insistence from her best friends, Kate and Yelena. She apologized for taking so long, but didn't explain the reason for the delay was that she was panicking too hard when she asked if you'd like to do something on Saturday - because Yelena had been too energetic on how she should ask you out at once.

And although you said you were happy she texted, you apologized for not being able to see her that Saturday, since you were still busy with the moving and adjusting to your new job. Still, you asked her out for the other weekend, and even though the brunette was upset she wouldn't get to see you as soon as she expected, she agreed to the date with a smiling emoji.

But it's still Tuesday and Wanda would have to wait another four days to see you again. At least classes were distracting enough, she thought to herself as she walked through the university corridors, listening to a story Yelena was telling about one of the times she went to visit her parents on their farm that was making Kate’s eyes water from laughing so hard.

"Oh my god, she's here." The brunette cuts her friend off as soon as they walk into the classroom, her eyes widening as she sees the one she least expected to see, you. With your face in profile to the door, checking some papers on your desk and wearing a blue sweater with the sleeves rolled up and beige pants, with prescription glasses on your face that Wanda didn't even know you needed. And you looked even more charming than you did that night at the party.

"Where?" Kate and Yelena ask at the same time - at this point they don’t even have to ask since all Wanda talks about these days is you-, their eyes running with curiosity among the few students that were already in the classroom. But Wanda just tapped Kate’s arm - who was closest to her -, unable to say or do anything other than that. Not long after, the two girls follow the glazed eyes of their friend towards the desk in the front of the room. "The Professor?!"

"Shut up!" The brunette finally moves, holding Yelena’s arm for her to speak quieter, and the blonde makes an apologetic grimace before taking her eyes to you again. "My God, how old is she?" Kate asks with amusement and furrowed brows, and Wanda crosses her arms in front of her body, moving her feet so she’s with her back turned to you. "She's not much older than us." The brunette answers, but noticing her friends still have their eyes on you, she sighs impatiently. “And stop staring!”

"Go talk to her." Yelena suggests when she looks back at Wanda - not before exchanging an amused glance with Kate. "Are you kidding me? I can't just go there and talk to her!" The brunette argues matter-of-factly, but the blonde has an equally disbelieving expression as she answers. "Are you kidding me? A few nights ago she had her mouth on yo-"

"Yelena!" Wanda talks over her friend with cheeks on fire, looking around to see if any of her classmates - or worse, you - had heard the conversation. But everyone seems busy enough with their own interaction and activities to pay attention to what she and her friends were talking about, so the brunette sighs tiredly, ignoring the other two girls’ laughter to say, "Come on, let's sit down."

Wanda can’t help but glance at you as they look for a place to sit, her heart stopping for a second every time you make the tiniest movement and she thinks your eyes will finally meet hers. But they never do, and the brunette is left to wonder what you would do if you spotted her in the middle of the room. Would you be shocked to see her as much as she was? Would you care? Would you wave at her? Ignore her completely?

"What's her name again?" Kate asks when they’re all finally seated - not on the first rolls but also not so far in the back -, waking Wanda up from her thoughts. “Did you really not memorize it after Wanda talked about her a thousand times?” Yelena hits back with humor, but the brunette just ignores her friends with her cheeks slightly warm, busing herself with taking her stuff out of her bag. "Y/n."

"Last name?" Kate asks again, typing something on her phone. And this time Wanda freezes for a heartbeat of a second, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "I don't know."

"Dude, you took her to our place and you don't even know her full name?" Yelena asks with raised eyebrows, earning from Wanda an embarrassed shrug of her shoulders. "Brave." The brunette jokes with a snort and Kate is not late to retort, "I think the word you're looking for is horny."

"Good afternoon, class." You’re speaking before Wanda can tell her friends to fuck off, and the brunette’s attention is immediately completely on the front of the class. "I'm Y/n Stark and I'll be your professor on the History of Arts." You introduce yourself as your eyes scan the room, trying to memorize the students' faces, until they finally rest on her.

Wanda holds her breath as your face changes to something she interprets as astonishment. But soon there’s a small, discreet smile on your lips that fades away as you go back to looking around. A smile that belongs only to her, she thinks, and the redness goes back to her cheeks as she looks down, missing the way Yelena and Kate exchanged knowing glances from their seats.

"I know that Professor Frigga had already structured the semester with you before her retirement, but I will show you some changes that I intend to make. But, before we get there, any questions?" You go back to talking, looking around for any raised hands. Wanda has, indeed, a lot of questions. Not a single one she can make right now, however, so she keeps her arm down, her eyes locked on your figure.

"Uh, Wands…" Kate calls out lowly enough for only her to be able to hear, her eyes on her phone. The brunette turns her face to her friend discreetly, frowning as she sees the weird expression she makes. "Professor Stark?" A boy she doesn’t know speaks before she can, and her eyes are drawn back to the front of the room with curiosity.

"Yes, Mr…?" You ask, dragging out your last word for the boy to complete. "Mr. Morales." The boy says, lowering his hand as you nod your head in understanding, encouraging him to continue. "Is it true you're married to Carol Danvers?" The question triggers several murmurs around the classroom - now nearly full -, but Wanda can barely listen to anything, her face going pale as she stares at you.

You’re married? No, you can’t be married. That’s impossible. Not after that night at that party. Not after all the things you’ve done together-

"Uh, yes.” Your voice speaks louder than the thoughts inside her head, and Wanda can’t help but let out a disbelieving gasp. Your eyes meet hers for half a second as you speak, but the brunette turns her face away immediately, locking them on the empty page of her opened notebook. “Yes, it's true, Mr. Morales, but I think it's best if we let personal matters aside during our classes, yes?" You end the discussion - which doesn’t help much with the muttering and whispering -, before turning to the board. "So, as I was saying…"

You go on with the class, but Wanda is unable to pay attention to a single thing, her head and heart competing to see who races faster. How could you do that to her? You never said a thing, you weren’t even wearing a ring. Did you have a ring? She’s sure you weren’t wearing any. But you run your fingers through your hair now, and the golden piece shines under the strong lights of the room, making her stomach turn. She still couldn’t believe it.

"Who's Carol Danvers?" The question escapes her mouth before she can hold it back, shifting her hurt gaze between her friends. "How the hell you don't know who Carol Danvers is?" Yelena speaks first, her eyebrows raised in disbelief, but the brunette ignores her completely as she watches Kate googling something on her phone. "She's the Captain of the U.S. Football League."

"The best player of the season." Yelena adds with excitement that soon turns to embarrassment as Wanda glares at her. "Sorry." The blonde mumbles with her arms crossed, but the brunette says no more, leaning to her side when Kate shows her her phone. There, Wanda can see a few pictures of the two of you, both at events and in paparazzi photos. And you look happy, smiling and holding hands, sharing hugs in some of them. When a specific picture of the two of you kissing, the brunette looks away, letting out a long sigh as her eyes return to you.

She wasn’t sure how exactly she was feeling about it all. But as the minutes dragged by, her hurt was being replaced by anger, until the point her jaw was locked so tightly her teeth could crack at any moment now, her arms tightly crossed and, if looks could kill, you’d be lying dead on the floor. And she’s sure you noticed, because you only dared to look at her a few times, soon looking away until your eyes never found hers again.

When the class came to an end, Wanda was the first to stand up, striding to your desk with her hand holding the strap of her bag. Yelena and Kate exchange worried - and somewhat curious - glances, but they decide to give their friend the moment she needs with you, so they walk to the door along with the rest of the students, glancing at their friend as she makes her way to you.

“Professor Stark, can I speak to you for a second?” Wanda’s voice sounds by your side as you put your belongings back in your messenger bag, and your stomach sinks for a moment, your heart beating faster. But you don’t look up at her, taking your eyes to your wristwatch instead. “I’m sorry, Miss Maximoff, but I have another class in ten minutes and-”

“Y/n.” The brunette interrupts you through gritted teeth, her eyes burning the side of your face. So you sigh softly in surrender, finally looking up at her. She looks as beautiful as she does in your memory, the marks on her neck that she’s failed to cover up completely making your insides turn conflictingly. But she looks so hurt you can’t stare at her for too long, averting your gaze to the door before bringing it back to her again.

“Yes?” You ask in a low voice, the silence growing between you as the students leave the room and Wanda tries to figure out what to say next. “You lied to me.” That’s what she decides on, her eyes watering with hurt. “Technically, I never said I wasn’t married.” You say in a failed attempt to lighten the mood, earning yourself a disbelieving laugh.

“You used me.” She stresses the word, hurt dripping down her tone as she sniffles back her angry tears. “I trusted you. I thought…” Her voice dies down as she lets out another laugh completely devoid of humor, looking away from you. “You thought what?” You ask with a bit of expectation that shouldn’t even be there in the first place, your brows furrowed.

“Never mind, it’s stupid.” That’s her answer as she turns her back on you, making her way to the door. “Wanda, wait.” You call out as you pick up the pace, placing yourself in front of her to stop her from leaving. And although she does, she looks down at the ground, and you feel your mouth going dry, your heart pounding in your ears. “It doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”

“What, you wanna fuck me when you’re too bored of fucking your wife?” The brunette hits back angrily, taking a defiant step toward you. You take a step back, shaking your head eagerly. “It’s not-”

“Fuck you, professor.” Wanda interrupts you with her teeth gritted and her eyes watery. She sidesteps you, her shoulder slamming into yours roughly. And this time, when she makes her way to the door, you don’t stop her.

Part 2

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can i request reader being very close to the psg like maybe she works there or something and sergio has a huge crush on her but she has a boyfriend so he doesn’t say anything but one night she finds out that he cheats on her and she goes to sergio and he’s absolutely mad but comforts her and like he holds her and he’s very soft with her? thank you so much

LEAN ON ME | Sergio Ramos

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thank you so much for leaving a request! This is my first request which makes me more happy than you think (LOL). I hope I did a good job representing your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!! I hope you like it!

[Translator Spanish is used]

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"Are you looking forward to playing tomorrow?" You smile and ask Sergio Ramos. He's lying down on a mat, and you're turning his ankle to assist extending it. “Of course I am, but I can’t lie, I will miss you giving me massages.” You smile as he playfully teases you. The last day of rehab for Ramos, who hurt his ankle a few games ago, is today. You have been a physical therapist for PSG for four years. Sergio had no problem taking the longer path to heal, despite the fact that most professional soccer players try their best to return to the field as soon as possible. It indicated that he could, after all, spend more time with you. You and him grew closer during the years you spent working at PSG and are now great friends; best-friends. Although you consider your connection to be a friendship, he wishes it was more. He has been crushing on you for the past three years. He knows you have a partner of two years, therefore he never tried to hit on you. But, he still regrets not telling you how he really felt back when you were single.

Three years ago, PSG co-hosted a charity event in the French Riviera resort town of Saint Tropez. Considering how beautiful the surroundings are in Saint Tropez, you were more than delighted to accept the invitation to join the team on behalf of the staff. You strolled outside to the balcony during the event because you wanted to get some fresh air. With your large champagne glass in hand, you peered over the edge to take in the stunning surroundings. As you took a sip of your beverage, you exhaled a small sigh of relaxation.

As he saw you outside, Ramos, who had just been passing the balcony door, stopped moving. He lingered there for a short while, observing the wind's gentle movement of your black dress and hair. The scene in front of him was something that should have been documented, and he wished he had his phone with him right then. Knowing that you can become easily overwhelmed, he went outside to see how you were doing. “Y/N, You ok?” As you turned around, he questioned. He felt as though his heart missed a beat upon seeing your face. “Yeah I'm fine no worries! Just needed some air, you know?” He grinned back at you after noticing your smile. “Of course, I guess I need some air too.” He approached you while taking another glance over the balcony's edge. “The water is nice right?” As you faced him you said, “ Nice? Es absolutamente precioso!" (It is absolutely gorgeous)You've always had a passion for the outdoors, especially anything involving aquatic environments. "I'm sorry, precioso (gorgeous), I'm sorry!" While you were laughing at him, you saw his tie wasn't tied properly, so you moved over to him and went to grab it. "Let me straighten your tie; it doesn't look right." As you focused on his tie, he smiled as he gazed down at you and admired your face. After you were done, you looked up into his eyes only to notice that he was already looking down at you. “What?” You laughed nervously as you became aware of your proximity to one another. Ramos wanted to tell you right there and then how he fell in love with you. He wanted to express to you how lovely your soul was and how fortunate he was to know someone like you. His heart pleaded with him to be honest, but his mind fought back, urging him not to, as he continued to stare into your eyes. That day, he wanted to ask you on a date. That day, he wanted to ask you to be his. His fear, though, got the best of him.“Nothing. Thank you for fixing it. I should probably go back inside. No quiero tener que darle una paliza a alguien por intentar secuestrarte, así que no te quedes aquí sola mucho tiempo." (I don't want to have to beat someone up for trying to kidnap you, so don't remain out here by yourself for too long.) He remarked in humor as he walked away.

He occasionally recalls that evening. Especially knowing that you met the person you are currently dating there.

Waving your hands back and forth, you exclaim, "¡Hola ! ¡Tierra a Ramos?" (Hello! Earth to Ramos??) He appears to have drifted off for a few moments. “Are you okay? Do you need water?” Right now, you're standing next to him with your hands on your hips. He blinks a few times while standing up and pinches the bridge of his nose while briefly closing his eyes. “No, I'm fine. "Sorry about that," he pauses as he pulls his hand from his face and begins to rise from the mat, "just thinking about the game setup, that's all. Are you gonna come watch me?” You have always attended the games to cheer him on, so it's not odd that he personally requests that you watch him- not the team. He is the only patient you have at the moment so he knows that after him, your schedule will be clear. "I would love to, but after this I'm surprising Jake- He has no idea I'm returning home a day early, so I thought it would be a nice surprise!" Thinking about the joy your boyfriend will display, you respond with enthusiasm. First, you informed him that you would be staying in the staff residence for an additional day in case the initial on-field medic was unable to arrive. He ultimately stated that he would be good to go to work, so you decided it would be best to surprise him rather than notify him. Ramos smiles at you while trying to hide his initial sadness, saying, "Oh, that sounds like fun, I bet he'll be glad to see you." Ramos tightly embraces you and says, "Drive home safe," as he does so you say, "I will," as you return his hug. He retrieves his phone, which was still on the mat, as he starts to walk towards the door. "Good luck in tomorrow's game, and remember," you say as you point to him, "no more injuries!" He laughs at your attempt to scold him. “Don't worry Dr, I'll behave nicely," he gives you a wink as he exits the stretch room area, knowing he is leaving the building.

Once he left, you cleaned the space and grabbed your things. Before leaving, you hum to yourself as you make sure you have everything. It is around 7:30pm when you finally leave the building. When driving home, you kept thinking of your loving partner, and the smile on your face didn't fade. You pull in and park next to your boyfriend's car, surprised to see it in the driveway. In an effort to prevent the surprise from being ruined, you bite your lower lip and pray that he did not hear your car pull up. You had intended to arrive before he did so you could change, but you are still in your business attire, which consists of a khaki pair of pants and a short-sleeved navy polo shirt with your badge fastened to the chest.You carefully open the door with your key and tiptoe inside. You take off your shoes, set them on the rack at the front entrance, and start to make your way around the house, trying to catch him off guard. You first snoop around the kitchen. He wasn't there. Perhaps in the living room? Not there. As there is nowhere else he could be but upstairs in the bedroom, that must suggest he is there. You attempt to muffle the giggles that are attempting to leave your lips by covering your mouth. When you finally reach your closed bedroom door, you exclaim "SURPRISE!" as you rapidly open it. As soon as you see the picture in front of you, your smile disappears. Your lover, who has been with you for almost three years, is currently having another girl suck his dick. He enlarges his eyes and swiftly shoves the girl away from him, causing her to shriek as she hits the ground. “Babe, it's not what it looks like!” He shouts, grabbing a blanket to cover his lower body. You simply stand there, unable to speak or cry because you are so shocked. It's not like you're in a relationship with the woman, so you have no reason to be angry with her. You are associated with HIM. You swiftly turn around and dash downstairs before he even has a chance to get to you. "Y/N! BABY, PLEEEASE!" He shouts, grabbing your hand before you open the front door. “DO NOT TOUCH ME” You yell and strike his hand angrily. "I never want to see your face fucking again," you say as you stare at him with disgust. We are done. Did you forget that this is my house?” You question him, gently clenching your mouth and laughing at him. When you are extremely angry, you often find yourself laughing. “You have 3 FUCKING days to move out.” As you turn around, you fling open the front door and slam it behind you. You didn't even have time to put your shoes back on, and now you're hurrying to get in your car and drive off. You can't help but lean your head against the driving wheel as soon as you get in the car. The madness you were experiencing is now slowly turning into sadness, and you can almost feel the tears starting to come. You sit back up and turn the key in your car, sniffing the tears away. "Y/N BABY WAIT WAIT, LET'S DISCUSS THIS!" Jake is currently running towards your automobile. It appears that he hurried back upstairs to put on some sweatpants, you were able to enter your car without encountering any problems. As you swiftly reverse out of the driveway and accelerate away, you point your middle finger in his direction. It was now 8:20pm and you had no idea where you should go. You could have simply checked into a hotel, but you didn't want to feel even more alone than you do now, especially at the moment when your heart is shattering. You sniffle once again while driving, attempting desperately to contain your tears. Your memory is hazy, and you had trouble recalling hotel names or the location of the psg staff housing.

Yet, one address sticks out in your memory because you had just been there the week prior to bring medicines. Sergio Ramos' house.

Without caring that your parking is awful, you swiftly pull into his driveway. You jump out of the car and rush to his door, knocking on it quickly. Your face starts to get wet as the tears you've been holding back finally start to fall. Ramos unlocks the door a few minutes later, puzzled as to who would be here at this hour. As he notices you crying, his heart sinks, and he instantly grabs you by the arms and asks, "Y/N, what's happened?" You are speechless as you sobbed in his arms.He scans the area and notices that you are the only person present. He bends down slightly and lifts you up, carrying you into the house with ease. He understands that you may not want to discuss anything right now, so he will simply sit by you in the interim. He leads you over to his couch and sits you down before joining you. You're sobbing so loudly that you start coughing because you can't breathe. He rubs your back with his hand and says, "Está bien, rayo de sol…. Estarás bien, estoy aquí" (It's okay, sunshine...You’ll be okay, I'm here), he mumbles. You sigh and try to keep your breathing under control while wiping your eyes with the back of your arm. For a brief period, you two sat in silence. Ramos remained by your side, his gaze fixed on you with concern. He doesn't want to upset you any more than you are now, so he decides to keep quiet and continue to rub your back for comfort. As you sit up, your puffy eyes glance up into his as you start, "Sergio...I-It was Jake….. I caught him cheating on me with some bitch!” You place your head into your hands, shaking your head. Ramos widens his eyes hearing the news, adrenaline running through his veins as he quickly stands up. “¿Jake te hizo esto? Ese bueno para nada pedazo de mierda cuando lo vea voy a…-" (Jake did this to you??? That good for nothing piece of shit when I see him I'm going to-) his sentence is cut when he hears you whisper to yourself, “why me?” He holds back his rage because right now, you are his first concern. Jake will be dealt with later. In an effort to get you to lift your head, he squats down in front of you and places his finger under your chin. “Beautiful, don’t think you are the issue.” There is a brief pause as he looks into your eyes, his heart aching at the sight. “How about I start the shower for you? You stay the night here and I can just sleep on the couch.” He offers. You nod in agreement, realizing that what you really need is a hot, relaxing shower. He stands up with a smile on his face and extends his hand for you to take. You get to your feet and grab his hand as he leads you upstairs. You two enter his master bedroom and push open the door to his lavish master bathroom. Normally, you would have been in awe of its magnificence, but right now, all you want to do is take a shower and go to bed. Sergio releases your grip before approaching and turns on the shower. He checks the water's temperature by feeling it. He then moves over to a cabinet underneath the sink, reaches in, pulls out a towel for you, and sets it on the sink counter. “Clothes will be laid out for you in my room,” he says, making his way back to the door to leave. You ask, "Sergio?," which causes him to halt in his tracks and swiftly turn to face you. You say, "Thank you," and give him a tiny smile. He gives you his infamous smile and says, "Anything for you," winking as he closes the door. You couldn't help but smile, gently shaking your head as you began to undress so you could shower.

While still being upset mentally, you felt a bit better physically after taking a shower. 2 years down the drain, you thought to yourself. It just made matters worse catching him cheating IN THE BED YOU SLEEP IN. You groan and make an effort not to think about the image that won't leave your thoughts. As you exit the steamy bathroom, you proceed to his bed, where the promised garments are spread out. He has a shirt and a pair of shorts put out. You only put the shirt on after seeing how long it was on you. Given how long it takes for your hair to dry and how much you'd rather be sleeping right now, you're glad you didn't wet it. "Is it safe to come in?" Sergio asks as he knocks on the door. You yell, "Yes," as you watch him enter the room. “I just want to make sure you're okay before I go to sleep.” You nod and say, "I think I'll be okay." He nods at you subtly and says, "All right. I'm down the hall if you need me. Goodnight Y/N,” He makes a turn to leave the room. “Actually Sergio, ¿te importaría quedarte un rato?"(do you mind staying for a bit?) Although it makes you uncomfortable to inquire, the fact that he is here right now is the only thing keeping you from crying once more. You're exhausted both mentally and physically as a result of all the crying you did earlier. He watches you climb up onto the bed and tuck yourself in, saying, "Of course. You indicate that you want him to lay down next to you by patting the space nearby. He abides by your request, laying down above the covers beside you. You naturally cuddle up against his side, your head on his chest allowing you to hear his heartbeat. You're practically cuddling with your closest friend despite the fact that you just dumped your boyfriend for infidelity. Screw it, you'll deal with the consequences tomorrow. As long as you are not alone. “Y/N, you know you didn’t deserve that. I don't want you to try and find a way to put the blame on yourself.” He wraps his arm around you again, caressing your back up and down, knowing how much that relaxes you. "I know," you sigh again. “It just sucks, you know?” You mutter incoherently because you are genuinely unsure of how to feel or even what to say. After feeling down, you enter this "numb" mental state where your mind just feels full. Stuffed with nothing. He leans his head on top of yours, "I get it. I'm sorry you have to go through this… We can go shopping before the game tomorrow? Or we can go hiking together? He says, trying to cheer you up, "I know you'll like that.” You don't say anything as he starts to prod you, "Hmmmmmm? Hmmmmmmm?” You look up at him and give him a mild glare since you find his poking annoying.You were on the verge of dozing off. You murmur, "I'll think about it." "The hike includes a magnificent waterfall..." he adds, knowing that you adore waterfalls. "Alright, maybe," you reply as you place your head back on his chest. Hearing your response, he smiles warmly, trying to do everything he can to make you feel better. He caressed your back all night long, holding you in his arms as you dozed off. Although he was aware that you simply didn't want to be left alone, he secretly desired you two could remain in bed together, curled up like this, for all time. He obviously did not want the situation to happen to you, but he couldn't help but enjoy how close you two are right now. He had wanted this long ago. He was enraged by the thought of Jake, and he knew the flame wouldn't go out until he had something to unleash it on. He was more prepared than ever to participate in the futebol match tomorrow.

And when tomorrow came and the game ended- It was no surprise that he won player of the match.

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COME BACK...BE HERE CHARLES LECLERC

summary: charles and grace have been a couple for almost 8 years, but f1 and time as a couple are not compatible, making her be devastated every night for not having him by her side.

pairing: charles leclerc x grace (reader)

words: 3.4K

warning: angst but with a happy ending. some bad words maybe. reference to sex, but nothing happens. and as I told you before, english is not my native language, so any spelling or writing error is the fault of the translator.

notes: i added verses from elton john's “don't go breaking my heart”, but the story is still based on taylor swift's “come back be here”.

tags: @midnightric @dan3avacado (if you want to be tagged in the next stories, let me know in the comments! <3)

Remember that you can find the list of songs and the previous imagines here :)

Enjoy, C

Charles and I have known each other forever. Our moms have been best friends since they were little girls, so our families are very close. And that's how we basically grew up together, we saw the world together, and at some point in our adolescence we started to develop feelings for each other.

When he was 17 and I was 16, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and that's when we began a relationship that lasted for years. It was a beautiful love, everyone thought we were soul mates, our mothers said "we always knew you would end up together". But something broke between us.

Charles began his career at a very young age when he was 7 years old when he competed in karting races and from then on he has not stopped until today in Formula 1. Obviously I am very happy and proud to see how far he has come, but he has measured that he has been rising in his career, he has been having less and less time for his personal life itself, for his family, his friends, for me...

Light streaming through the curtains hits me directly in the face. I slowly open my eyes, reach my arm across the bed only to find the pile of crumpled blankets and a Ferrari hoodie as the only trace of Charles. I sit up a little in bed as I rub my eyes and see a small note.

Love, I know I promised you that we could spend the day together. But my communications manager sent me a message saying that I would have to get to London earlier for a couple of interviews that weren't scheduled :( I'm so sorry. I didn't want to wake you up to say goodbye properly because it was so late and I know you were tired. Text me when you're awake and have read this.

Love you, Charles.

I sit on the bed, reach for Charles's hoodie and take him in my arms. I inhale to catch the scent of his perfume. Seconds later I feel tears running down my cheeks and wetting the garment that I hold even tighter.

We barely made the most of our time together. I had planned some things for both of us to enjoy today. I felt like my heart was breaking into pieces every time this happened, I hated needing him the way I needed him, I hated missing him the way I missed him.

I didn't call or text him that day as he had asked in the little note he left on my bed that morning. Throughout that day, I did alone all the plans I had for us together, until the night came.

Wearing Charles's hoodie, I curled up on my bed as I checked my cell phone. As expected, I had some messages and calls from Charles, also some from Pierre (which I assumed was Charles too, but from his friend's phone).

When I had some time and I could travel with him to accompany him to his races, we were invited to the after-race parties. He knew I hated parties, he knew I hated crowds, but I still convinced him that I would be fine and that I could handle it. But as soon as we were there, it would only be a few minutes and he would take me out of the place. We'd get in his car and he'd drive anywhere, he always had a special place. With the window open, the wind ruffling my hair.

Devastated, I remembered our times together. With Charles everything was different, everything was special, he made me feel special and loved.

Just as I had done all day, I kept crying and crying, remembering our times together. This wasn't fair, why did everything have to be so difficult. I loved him, of course I loved him, but his distance hurt me.

Days passed and I was still depressed at home. My routine was to get up, shower and go back to bed. But I couldn't go on like this, I had to get on with my life, so I drew strength from where I didn't know I had it and tried to get out of my state of depression.

Before Charles arrived in my city that day, my boss had summoned me to his office to tell me that he was downsizing, making the decision to fire me. So now I am jobless.

I graduated in communication and public relations at the International University of Monaco, and since then I have been working in the same company. Maybe fate wants me to change places, after all it was not the best environment and I did not feel comfortable in that place.

That day I got up early, took a shower and had a good breakfast. With a couple of copies of my resume in hand and a bag slung over my shoulder, I wait for my friend at my front door. I could go alone to look for a job, but she refused me to go alone, saying that then we could also spend time together.

We went all over the city leaving my resume in all the places where we thought they might need my services. We were very tired, so after being there since 7:30 in the morning and now it was almost 5 in the afternoon, she would take me home in her car while we had a coffee that we went to buy at a Starbucks on the road.

We were talking about random stuff with the music on the radio in the background when suddenly I heard the first chords of that song. Our song.

Don´t Go Breaking My Heart. Charles and I used to always sing it and it was our favorite to play at karaoke. He sang the Elton John part and I sang the Kiki Dee part.

“Nobody told us 'cause nobody showed us. Now it's up to us babe. Whoa I think we can make it.”

No one told us this was going to be this hard, no one told me I'd miss him the way I miss him. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he would arrive, either with a message or better yet, seeing him in person, and it made my hope in our relationship reappear. We could do this, I could do this.

“So don't misunderstand me, you put the light in my life. Oh, you put the spark to the flame.”

—Grace, are you ok?— La voz de mi amiga me sacó rápidamente de mis pensamientos.

—Yes, everything is completely fine.

—Are you sure? I see you a little… gone. Don't worry, you'll find a job soon.— Sure, she didn't know about Charles. I hadn't talked about it with anyone. — And if you need help with money, please don't hesitate to…

—I know, and I really appreciate it, Luna.

…

When I finally got home, I took a short shower and put on comfortable clothes. I sat on the couch to watch some TV, when I suddenly remember seeing a text from my mom, so I grabbed my phone to answer her.

mom<3: hi honey, why don’t you answer my calls? are you busy?

me: hey mom, yes, i was a bit busy sorry

mom<3: are you ok?

me: i'm completely fine, why the question?

mom<3: charles called me to ask how you were. Did something happen with him? You know you can trust me, right?

Now I understand.

me: everything is fine, don't worry

Obviously she wasn't going to believe me. So that same day at night while I was heating water to make me a tea, I heard the doorbell ring. I walk to the door at a fast pace, and when I open it I find my mother and Charles's mother on the other side, with some bags that gave off an exquisite smell.

—Mom, Pascale... what are you doing here?

—Can we come in?— My mom asked with a smile.

—Please come in.— When they walk in, they both give me some hugs that last longer than usual.

Yes, this definitely had something to do with the conversation with my mother earlier.

—What do they bring there? It smells delicious.— I tell them as I close the door behind us and we walk into the living room.

—We brought some pasta from the restaurant that you like so we can have dinner together, it's been a long time since we spent time together, don't you think, honey?— Pascale said with a smile.

—It's true, yes.

—Are you hungry baby?

—Starving.

So the three of us headed to the dining room. I took the forks and napkins to put them on the table.

—What do you want for a drink, ladies? I have some wine…— I tell them as I raise the bottle of wine in the air.

—Please, what would this pasta be without a glass of wine? Bring that please.

I put on some music and we started eating. I sighed when I took the first bite. It's been a while since I ate this pasta, with Charles we always used to go when we had time...

—So honey…— Charles's mother said after taking a sip of her wine. I was sitting at the head of the table and the two of them at my sides.

—I love you two with all my heart and I love that you're here with me, but I need to know the specific reason you're here.— Of course I knew the reason, but I needed them to tell me.

—Charles told me you haven't been answering his calls or texts since he left.— And he told us that he left without saying goodbye, that maybe the reason because you're mad.— Pascale says.

—Yes.— I said simply.

—It's more than that, isn't it?...—It was my mom, she knew me like the back of her hand. It wasn't worth lying to her anyway, one way or another she would find out.

—What happens is…— I look at the ceiling and take a slow breath.— Yes, it's more than that. I'm not mad at him because he left without saying goodbye, I'm not even mad at him. It's something that's been around for a while, it's just… I miss him a lot.— With the last sentence, I feel my voice break. My mother puts her hand on mine.— I'm so proud of him, where he is now. But I feel alone, we hardly see each other because his schedule doesn't allow it. And I don't know how to tell him, because it's not like he can do anything about it. It's his job and I'm not going to stop him from following his dream or anything. But sometimes I think that we should…— I fall silent. I refuse to think that it's best that we end our relationship and go our separate ways. I can't even say it out loud

—We understand you dear, we only want the best for you two, always. And if you ever want to take different paths because you think it's the best decision, we'll support you.— Now Pascale places her hand on my free hand.

—I don’t want to do that. I love him so much.— I finally break as tears fall down my cheeks. They both quickly pull their chairs closer to me and cover me with their arms. And I cry. First time I've talked about this with someone, I always kept it to myself because I thought it was silly and that I would soon get over it, I thought everything would get better.

Calming my tears little by little and drinking the glass of water that Pascale brought me, we slowly return to our conversation.

—And what did you do today?

—Oh, I've been in the street since morning. Luna accompanied me to leave my resume to many places and…

—Did you get fired from your job?— My mother asked.

—Yes, but don't worry. I know someone will hire me soon, and I have money saved anyway, so I'll be fine.

—Yes, you'll be fine.

After that exquisite dinner and an emotional release with feelings that I had kept for a long time, both women left my house, leaving me alone again. I finally decide to send a message to Charles.

me to charlie <3: did you send our moms to check on me?

charlie<3 to me: you got me

me to charlie <3: I appreciate it

me to charlie <3: I'm sorry I haven't answered you all these days. I'm not mad at you sweetheart, I just haven't been well and I didn't want to talk to anyone.

I did not want to talk to him.

charlie<3 to me: what happened peach? do you want me to call you? I have a time now

me to charlie <3: don't worry, it's something I'd like to talk about in person anyway

charlie<3 to me: do you want to break up with me? Hahaha

I swallowed at the thought.

me to charlie <3: no

charlie<3 to me: we'll be together sooner than you think, you'll see.

…

It was august, which meant that Formula 1 was beginning its summer break until the next race in Belgium, which was later that same month.

So now Pascale, Arthur, the Leclercs' younger brother, and I were at the airport waiting for Charles to arrive. I couldn't stay still in my place, stamping my foot on the ground, biting my lower lip and my nails.

—I thought you had already kicked that bad habit, girl.— Pascale tells me as she moves my hands away from my mouth.— Don't worry, he told me he's almost here.— That clearly didn't help my nerves rise. Next to me I felt Arthur giving me a gentle push.

—Speaking of the king of Rome.—And here he came. He was walking towards us with a big smile on his face. A cart with a couple of suitcases on it.

—Son, my love. I missed you so much.— Pascale quickly wrapped her son in her arms as she placed kisses all over his face.

—I missed you too mom, you have no idea how much.

Then Arthur followed. They both hugged each other along with strong friendly pats on the other's back.

And finally he got to me. He stood in front of me and looked me in the eye. He brought his hand up to my cheek and I immediately sank into his touch, like a puppy being petted by its owner.

—Hey.— It was all it took to pull me into his arms. He breathed a sigh of relief into my hair. Being taller than me, I was standing on the tip of my feet, with my arms around his neck and my face barely reaching to rest on his shoulder. We parted slightly from the hug and he took my face in his hands to leave a sweet kiss on my lips. I was not a big fan of showing affection in public, and even less so in front of his family. So the kiss lasted only a few short seconds before we parted ways.

—Yuck.— We hear Arthur say next to us, who had already taken the cart that Charles had before.

—Arthur.— His mother scolded him.— Are you ready to go home?

Charles nods as he takes my hand and strokes it gently.

…

That same night, we all went to dinner at a fancy restaurant that Charles himself had booked. With us were some of his cousins, some aunts and uncles, and my parents.

Sitting next to me, Charles squeezed my thigh under the table while he had a conversation with one of his uncles and I laughed at a joke Arthur had made.

Suddenly I feel the lack of warmth on my thigh as Charles pulls his hand away from me, only seconds later to hear him speak.

—I would like to make a toast.— he exclaims and immediately has the attention of everyone at the table.— I want everyone to raise their glasses, I want to thank, first of all, the two women that I have at my sides.To my mom, who always knows what to say every time I feel bad, without her I would have given up a long time ago. And also to my girlfriend, who has accompanied me since I was a child and has not left my side since. But I still thank each one of you for being here in the first place, and for always being with me when I have needed it. The place where I am now is thanks to all of you, I really thank you from the bottom of my heart.

After that toast, Charles asks me to join him for a breather and I immediately follow. He takes my hand as he leads us both out.

He sits on a bench outside and pulls my arm so I can sit on his lap. With my hands resting on his chest, one of his hands on my waist and the other brushing my hair.

—We haven't been able to get time to ourselves since I got here, how are you sweetheart?— Despite the darkness, I can see the sparkle in his eyes and the moonlight reflected in them.

—Better now that you're here.

—Don't you have anything to say to me?

—No.— Now I put both of my hands on his face to pull him closer to me and kiss him. It is a slow, passionate kiss, but not too much. I hear him sigh over my mouth and I feel butterflies in my stomach. I run one of my hands from his jaw to the back of his neck to lovingly play with his hair. His hands on my hips leaving caresses with his fingers.— I missed you so much.

—I know you got fired from your job.— he said as soon as we parted a few inches. I frowned at him.— Mom told me.

—Oh.— I say simply.

—Why you didn’t tell me?

—I didn't want to distract you from your work, and I can handle it on my own anyway, honestly.

—I know that you can handle it. But it's something important, you could have told me. You will never, hey, listen to me.—He takes my face with both of his hands so that I look directly into his eyes.—You will never be a bother to me.

—Charles, about that…

—Tell me sweetheart.

—You know, I was just thinking about us, and…

—Hey, lovebirds.— Arthur's voice brings our conversation to an end.— I don't like being the third wheel, but my mom and my uncle inside are singing karaoke and I was a little embarrassed.

—Did you say karaoke?— I asked as I got up from Charles's legs, completely forgetting the previous topic of conversation, as if I hadn't been about to tell him that I intended to end our relationship.— Come on, come on, pleeeeease.

Charles just laughs and follows me as I excitedly walk into the store.

—Thanks for leaving me alone!— Arthur says.

—You should get yourself a girlfriend, brother.— Charles manages to say before we enter.

…

Two days later, Charles and I were on our way to the airport. The Monegasque had prepared a trip for the two of us where we would tour Latin America with some of his friends, starting with Cancún Mexico, Peru, Colombia and ending in Brazil.

My parents were taking us to the airport, so we had already said goodbye to Charles's family.

—I want you to take good care of yourselves, please. Call me when you can to tell me how you are and if everything's alright.— My mother says as she watches us in the rearview mirror.

—And please use a condom. I don't really like the idea of being called grandfather, I'm still too young for that.— My dad finishes.

—Dad…— I say, embarrassed to talk about sexual matters with them.

—I'm serious.

When we got to the airport, the goodbye (my mom's specifically) was a bit dramatic. When she finally set us free, the paperwork for us to get on the plane didn't take long.

The next thing I knew, we were already landing in Cancun. I yawn and look to my right to see Charles sleeping passively.

—Charles, baby.— I shake him gently until he wakes up.— We're about to land.

Already in the place, a friend of Charles received us and took us to our cabin where we would stay for 4 days before continuing our trip.

He and his friends rented a large space with a couple of cabins with access to a lagoon and that was also close to the beach. Our cabin was a bit away from his friends' cabin “so that we have more time alone” (Charles's words).

Now we were all on a yacht in the middle of the beach. The place was beautiful. Charles and I were resting in the sun after getting in the water and being there for a long time. Our bodies side by side a few inches apart, our hands joined as he caressed mine with his thumb.

—Everything okay baby?

—Everything is excellent, I love this place.

—You know, I wanted to tell you something. I really didn't want to tell you until I'm completely sure it can come true, but anyway I want to tell you as soon as possible so you can take your time to think about it… You know my communications assistant, right?

—Of course, Emma, she is lovely.

I watch as Charles sits up and looks at me. I copy his action, now facing each other.

—Yes, good. You know that she is old, so this is her last semester in Formula 1 since she is going to retire.

—Oh.

—Whether. Well I know this is going to sound crazy, don't panic. It was something that I discussed with the team and the head of the communications department. I told him about you, and he told me that it would be a good idea for you to take Emma's place...

I was stunned. I opened my mouth and closed it again, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

—Please, don't panic, I know it sounds crazy. In the event that you accept, since you are not required to do so, It would include a process so that you can progressively include yourself in the team before Emma leaves.

—Charles…

He reaches for my hands.

—Grace, think about it… It's a great job offer. And besides, you and I could spend so much time together, it would be a dream for me to be able to see you whenever I want, all the time. It is a torment for me to have you so far away every day.

—I'm not going to lie to you, Charles, what you're telling me is a bit scary for me. Totally changing my routine, reaching out to a whole new group of workers…Will they like me? Will I be good enough? Do you think I can...?

—Hey hey, I know it's scary, but my advice is don't think about it so much, don't let those negative ideas eat you up. You are magnificent at your work, you always have been. And besides, how could they not like you? You are the sweetest, kindest and funniest person I know…

I walk over to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

—I'll think about it Charles, I promise.

…

In a blink of an eye, our trip was already over. Which meant there was only a week left until Charles had to go back to the reality of him in Formula 1, and I would have to go back to my reality of being away from him.

I had thought about what Charles had told me, and I had thought about it a lot. Even my anxiety sometimes wouldn't let me sleep at night thinking about it. Did I want to accept? Of course. But it was impossible not to feel fear. Besides, there's a good chance someone else deserves the job a lot more than I do.

This last week was planned to stay with Charles and his family. So while we unpack, Pascale is sitting on Charles's bed as she listens to some of the events of our trip.

—I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Now I leave you alone. You must be very tired. I'll call you when dinner's ready.— And just like that, Pascale leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

Charles sighs as he closes his already empty suitcase and sets it aside. He now sits next to me to help me finish taking out my clothes.

—No need Charles, if you want you can sleep while I finish. Anyway, I don't have much left.

—No, it's okay, I'll help you.— So we started unpacking. Silence filled the room, I could almost hear Charles's heart beating. It was time to talk about it, it was now or never.

—I was thinking…— I started. Charles looked up to put all his attention on me.— You know, Charles, lately I've been thinking a lot about this, about us. I think… we both haven't had a very good time being away from each other for so long. Every time you take that plane that takes you away from me, I only keep half of my heart, because the other half leaves with you. And I am devastated. At first I thought it was something I could handle but the feelings were very strong. I never talked about this with anyone until that day when your mom and mine came to see me, I finally broke down and told them everything. Many ideas went through my head, I thought that perhaps the best thing was for us to separate.

—No, Grace, you, I…— Charles quickly cuts me off, scared. Still both on the floor, with the suitcase between us, I crawl around it until I reach him and take his face in my hands.

—I love you Charles, I love you so much it hurts.— I whisper inches from his face.

—I love you too, I love you so much that if you think you'll be better off if we end this, I'll accept it.— Just whispers, looking down at his hands. My heart will break, but I'll get over it in time, don't worry. And we can still be friends after all.

—I don't want you to get over me, Charles. I don't want this to end, ever.— He looks up again.— You're the love of my life.

—And you are the love of my life.—

—And then, I was also thinking about what you told me about working as your communications assistant… I still have many insecurities about it, and it is something that has not allowed me to be calm. But…then I think I should heed your advice, and go for it, give it a try.

—Yes, I told you so.— I see a small smile appear on his beautiful face.

—And so I thought it would be nice if I accepted it.

—Tell me you're not kidding...

—I'm not kidding Charles.

—Are you sure?

—Very sure. I go to everything with you, together.

And suddenly, Charles gets up from the floor abruptly making me freak out.

—Fuck, I can't find my phone. I have to call John now.— He walks around the room looking for the device. Then I get up and reach for Charles, hugging him from behind.

—I think it would be best if you call him tomorrow, there's still time.— He quickly relaxes into my touch.

—You're right, I'd better wait until tomorrow.

—How about we take a nap now?— I tell him as he turns to look at me.

—Whatever you say, love of my life.

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NOTE: You know, I really want to write a second part. I still don't know what song to inspire me with, maybe "lover", "paper rings" or some other (you can leave me recommendations in the comments if you like). But it would be to follow the story of Charles and Grace as they work together…situations in the paddock, lots of love. And maybe add some appearance from mick and inez (the story where she is an f1 journalist). What do you think?

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Could you do a Andrealphus x Reader where they go out on a date at a fancy restaurant?

I had a feeling the new episode would bring a few new x reader requests, so I guess it's time to write Ice Birdy. If he had an S/O he cared about he'd certainly treat them like this so sure!

Andrealphus and his S/O going out on a date to a fancy restraunt.

Andrealphus to me personally feels like the kind to love spending his wealth, so this is probably how most dates with him are like, but he still tries to make it enjoyable for the both of you.

He makes sure to get a nice table, with a nice view out the window and such to make it the best possible.

Even if it's a fancy restraunt he's still gonna be way overdressed, not that you mind though, loving his eccentric nature when it's like this. He also tries to get you to dress fancy, loving you all dressed up, whether or not you agree he'll still compliment how you look.

Lowkey you have to stop him from making a fuss over every little thing, the foods taking a bit too long, the napkins aren't folded properly, the water isn't cold enough etc. He's a massive snob but for better or worse he's yours.

He has a habit of trying to feed your food to you, cutting it up and serving it with a fork, liking the feeling of you kinda eating out of his hand, it flusters you every time and public or not he'll do it, before you reclaim your plate and silverware, wanting to kiss that smug smirk right off his beak.

He'll also constantly reach over the table to hold your hand gently, his hands are naturally very cold so it's a shiver and a surprise every time. Even if he likes to keep up appearances as he believes a royal should, he'll still love to make you blush in the middle of public, he's a massive hypocrite but he hardly cares.

If it's one of those kinds of fancy restraunts, where the food is stupidly small and pratically in a language of it's own, he'll pratically serve as a translator for you if you need one, suggesting dishes and sides he'll think you'll like.

For his own meal, he's incredibly specific on what he wants, and satan forbid the staff even get it a little wrong or else he'd start a mini ice age if it wasn't for you, not only cause you help calm him down, but also cause he doesn't want to hurt you.

One mostly romantic thing he does though is he mutes his phone, no one is interrupting his time with you, Stella especilly isn't going to ruin your date night with the seventh tantrum this week. Your his one and only concern that night.

He of course splurges for dessert, he'll likely get something cold, a sundae and the like, while you can get anything on his kinda budget, though he may get a milkshake to share, not only for that romantic trope but to mess with it on your end with his magic, refusing to admit he does so, causes he's like that and all.

He doesn't tip, but if you do, he'll teasingly chastise your generosity before you walk out, taking a walk or going back to his limo depending on how you got there, you two slinging arms around eachother if your walking, and maybe cuddling and kissing a little as you two get driven back, if your wearing makeup he'll love to mess it up, and that's just in the car, just wait till he get's you home and in bed~

Okay, hope that was good enough, honestly not the biggest fan of Andrealphus personally, but hey that never stopped me with Crimson XP Hope you enjoyed it!

#ask reply #helluva boss #helluva andrealphus #helluva andrealphus x reader #helluva boss x reader #x reader #my writing

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Request: all day i’ve been thinking about harry x reader who matilda is about, maybe reader was a fan before they met, they somehow started dating, and i just neeeeed to know your opinion on her first reaction to the song

Omgggg I adore this!! Thank you so much for the request!! I hope this is okay, and what you were looking for!! ❤️‍🩹 apologies for the delay and not writing!! Life has been crazy.

Im sorry but I literally LOVE the line ‘I know they won’t hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go’ thats such a beautiful multilayered thing to say, like- don’t hold onto the people who hurt you… just let them go. Gods it’s so beautiful I can’t 😩🥹

You can let it go

It was safe to say you always struggled with your mental health. You were constantly battling that alongside your family. Your family weren’t the best. Sure they took care of you, but didn’t look after you properly. They didn’t make you feel loved… it hurt you terribly. But then you met Harry and your family became nonexistent. Harry became the light in your life, your happiness, your world, your absolute joy… you remembered the time you told him about your family. How he listened. Holding your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it oh so delicately as he nodded occasionally as if to show that he was listening… he actually cared and that broke you yet made you beyond happy all at once, you remembered how frightened you were to open up to him. To tell him that your family didn’t take care of you… that you were lost… but in the end it was the best thing you could’ve done for it opened up the fact that you were struggling. He acted as your life jacket: he saved your life.

You had been a fan of Harry for years, you never thought you’d meet him but you did and well the rest is history… you and him hit it off pretty quickly and immediately began dating but you both kept your relationship with each other out of the public eye. It was easier that way. Privacy was important to the both of you. You were sat in your bedroom that you shared with Harry, the man had been on his phone nonstop and it was starting to really worry you. Sure you struggled with abandonment issues but it wasn’t necessarily your fault. You had experienced nothing but horrendous treatment from your family and it was frankly something you didn’t like to look back on.

“You know you’re kind of freaking me out” you murmur towards him, his emerald green eyes instantly meeting with yours his expression softening “I’m sorry baby… I’m just getting permission for something real quick.” He spoke eyes returning to his phone and you gave him an exasperated look clearly confused and worried all at once. What seemed like hours passed by but really only a couple minutes passed Harry’s lips tugging upwards into a warm smile before he stood up “come with me” he spoke extending his hand out towards you, you quickly taking his hand as he walked with you downstairs and guiding you gently into the living room,

“Sit”

He spoke softly and you sat down watching as he turned on the speaker that was situated just beside the tv, connecting his phone to it “you ready sweetheart?” He glanced at you and you only nodded, still a bit worried and soon enough Harry had set his phone down onto the table coming to sit beside you as a beautiful melodic tune began, echoing from the speaker and wrapping around you like a warm comforting hug your heart suddenly threatening to jump out of your chest… a new song. You licked over your lips anxiously immediately melting into Harry’s side as he held you close his slender fingertips stroking just against your hair as he began pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.

You were riding your bike to the sound of “it’s no big deal.” And you’re trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels. Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming ‘til now. So you tie up your hair and smile like it’s no big deal. You can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know not invite your family cause they never showed you love, don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.

Tears suddenly brimmed your eyes a shaky breath leaving your lips as you sank further into Harry’s side, your lower lip trembling as he began rubbing soothing circles against your back… he said that the first time you opened up to him. “Don’t worry about them y/n. This is their loss. You don’t have to be sorry for leaving.” A lump formed in your throat as you held onto harry tighter your knuckles turning white from the grip you had on his T-shirt your chest aching,

Matilda you talk of the pain like it’s all alright. But I know that you feel like a piece of you’s dead inside. You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days. It’s none of my business but it’s just been on my mind…

A tear trailed down your cheek finally as a sob bubbled from your throat, your head falling onto his shoulder… it reminded you how before you and him started dating he would always ask why you didn’t want to go home… he knew it was none of his business but he was worried about you and it wouldn’t leave his mind. It was beautiful… he had written this song about you. About your troubles. About what made you feel weak. What terrified you… and he turned it into something truly beautiful and it was honestly leaving you awe-struck. He converted your pain from agony and sobbing all through the night in his embrace to something comforting… that it was in fact alright that you didn’t want to waste your time on the family that showed you no love what so ever.

You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know, not invite your family cause they never showed you love. You don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, you can see the world following the seasons anywhere you go you don’t need a reason cause they never showed you love don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own. Your just in time make your tea and your toast…

That line was significant to you. You always arrived a little later than expected but always nearly on time at Harry’s house and he would make you tea and toast, every single time, and you’d both have a catch up because you couldn’t leave your home at that time… Harry guided you through the process and helped you leave. He never gave up on you. Never.

You don’t have to go. You don’t have to go home, there’s a long way to go. I don’t believe that time will change your mind. In other words I know they won’t hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go. You can let it go, you can throw a party full of everyone you know you can start a family who will always show you love don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own. You can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know you can start a family who will always show you love you don’t have to be sorry, no….

Your tearful eyes moved to look at Harry who had the same look in his eyes yet he looked so fucking proud. Whether that be pride in his song… or pride in you. “Do I have permission from you to release this song onto my album?” Your lower lip trembled as you nodded your head quickly wrapping your arms around him holding onto him tightly not daring to let go of him as soft sobs left your lips, his large hand stroking up and down your back as he gripped onto you tightly “you can let it go… okay sweetheart?” You didn’t answer, instead holding onto him tighter, not daring to let go your fingers curling into his hair your breathing shaky as your sobs continued escaping your lips. “I love it so much… it’s so beautiful… s-so comforting…” he pressed continuous kisses to your head not letting you go as he rocked you back and forth ever so slightly “I love you so much y/n.” He murmured against your head gently and you smiled weakly, emotions continuing to smash against you rather roughly “I love you so much too Harry… thank you. Thank you for sav-“ “shh. I didn’t do that y/n. You did all of that. You did.” He pulled back looking into your eyes gently pointing one finger against your chest “you, did all of it. You left the home… yet you remained strong. And that was all you.” His hand caressed against your cheek and you smiled lower lip continuing to tremble before you leaned in pressing a kiss to his lips keeping you lips against his “you. Saved. My. Life.” You spoke against his lips before you hugged him again, now sprawled out on his lap his hands rubbing up and down your sides holding you lovingly not daring to let go of you making sure you knew you were loved. Because you were and are so so loved.

Never forget that. You are loved. Never apologise for doing what’s right for you. Love yourselves.

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