#we'll see how i feel tonight 😭😭

[purpldawne]

the mark of a true cater hyperfixation: the mer au

[zzypher]

why is it lowkey (the last) smiling friends sunday today 😭😅 /ref

[flowerakatsuka]

i really like the idea of kuroba and matsuyo becoming friends independently of karamatsu, ( kinda, she ends up going to kuroba's flower shop after he gives her one of the rose bouquets he bought from them. he still isn't aware they're friends until later on. ) they're already pretty popular with older women since they're easy to talk to, complimentary, give really good advice when it comes to taking care of plants ( or life, in general, ) and has a nice face to top it all off. matsuyo would like them for similar reasons, along with being glad that there's at least one person who can stand being around her sons. she's a little confused why they became friends with karamatsu out of all of them, though. once she gets to see them interact and how kuroba reacts to kara's passing, the reason why becomes a little clearer to her.

i also feel like after how much they tried to help out after matsuzou's hospitalization and the sextuplets' funeral preparations, matsuyo becomes fucking determined to have kuroba as an in-law because of how reliable they seem to be. plus, this could be her best bet at getting one of her sons married off. her attempts at subtly letting karamatsu know she hopes they get together and get married don't really work, though.

[toastsnaffler]

dunno if this is just placebo effect but I do feel like it's already helping a bit. usually at work I'm fighting for my life trying to write emails or ask ppl for things bc I find it so hard to put my words in order in a way that makes sense to other people but it's been 100% fine.. and I've managed to just Do every task I need so far without rly needing to think..... I feel so calm wtf

[chickenisamazing]

Was super stressed out trying to wrap up this project and finish the presentation and report and I didn't shower for a few days I didn't even leave my room like it was bad

I got very stinky like I've never been this stinky in my life and like obviously I did a lot of sweating bc it's summer and it's an especially bad one and also for some reason even before The Stressful Week I've just been stinkier than usual like I could shower right before bed and then wake up smelling rank

I mean I always sweat in my sleep but usually I wake up smelling normal sweaty but I've been waking up smelling sour

And also I got my period during this time like I'm on my third day I think

Mostly I was super sweaty

Anyway I was running late for my flight but I tried my best to scrub myself down in the shower

N my parents said I wasn't stinky

But I still feel stinky

I can smell myself

It's not overwhelmingly bad like it was obviously bc I showered but

I h8 it

And I'm hoping the lady next to me on the plane didn't smell me

She was wearing a mask thankfully

[archiverstappen]

appendix touch ✧ max verstappen

max verstappen x ferrari! fem! reader

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the beloved ferrari heiress just had her appendix removed, and now the whole world is convinced that she's going to start an epidemic

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yn_ferrari I understand that, without my agreement, my father has put out an instagram story this afternoon that makes it seem like I’m dying. This is true, I do feel like I’m dying. I’m having my appendix removed.

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maxverstappen1 Will get that win for you 💙

↳ yn_ferrari no, thanks ❤️

↳ papaferrari Please let Carlos/Charles win for Y/N’s faster recovery 😊

username SHE’S SO UNSERIOUS 😭

oscarpiastri 🤨

↳ yn_ferrari poet of the century

alex_albon Been there, done that

↳ yn_ferrari teach me your ways, master

username THANK GOD IT’S JUST AN APPENDIX

username get well soon mother

carlossainz55 Get well soon, mi hermana 😂

↳ yn_ferrari soy lago

↳ landonorris stop copying me 😒

charles_leclerc Fake 🤭

↳ yn_ferrari i’ll pinch your appendix with my bare hands so you’d know how it feels

↳ alexandrasaintmleux 😨

↳ yn_ferrari look away, my love 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

scuderiaferrari Get well soon, Boss ❤️

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scuderiaferrari Patient 0, Patient 1, and Charles 😄 The gang is finally back in a land down under 🦘

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username Y/N YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM CHARLES 😭

papaferrari My children 🧒🧒🧒

username favorite trio ever

username the fact that we won't be seeing them together again next year 😞

yn_ferrari admin... what's with the caption? 🙂

↳ scuderiaferrari Hi boss, please don't fire me

charles_leclerc I'm a survivor ❤️‍🩹

↳ yn_ferrari you're next 👹

↳ papaferrari Don't say that kind of thing, I can't have all of my children go through the same surgery three weeks in a row

↳ charles_leclerc 🤪🤪🤪 yn_ferrari

↳ carlossainz55 We'll try again next time yn_ferrari

username she's got that appendix touch, because every appendix that she touches starts to burst 🤷‍♀️

↳ yn_ferrari HELP 💀

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yn_ferrari beyond proud of what you guys achieved today, words can't describe how i feel! and no, contrary to popular belief i had nothing to do with max's dnf 😮‍💨

ps. someone said i've got the appendix touch, soo... if you're interested just hit me up

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maxverstappen1 🙍‍♂️

maxverstappen1 Enjoy it while it lasts, Schat 😑

↳ yn_ferrari I will 😽

redbullracing You're temporarily banned from our garage🙏

↳ yn_ferrari I DIDNT DO ANYTHING?!

↳ redbullracing A source spotted you touching the rear wing of Max's car 💔

↳ yn_ferrari THAT'S A LIE.... scuderiaferrari STEP UP?

↳ scuderiaferrari Sorry, we're too focused on celebrating P1 and P2

↳ mercedesamgf1 Wow, can't relate scuderiaferrari

username why is there a video of you running down the pitlane after race, pls explain 😭

↳ yn_ferrari i was watching the race with max at red bull’s hospitality 🏃‍♀️💨

carlossainz55 Us 1 - Appendicitis 0 🍾

↳ yn_ferrari yes sir 🫡

charles_leclerc Can I have my appendix removed too? papaferrari

↳ papaferrari No

landonorris Do mine next, I need to win

alex_albon Can I have my appendix removed again?

↳ yn_ferrari control your man lilymhe 😭

↳ lilymhe bffr 🤬

username FORZA FERRARI SIEMPRE

↳ yn_ferrari rrrAAAGHHHH 🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎

scuderiaferrari We're so happy, our appendix literally burst 🥹

↳ username new merch idea?

↳ scuderiaferrari Noted 📝

papaferrari Dinner on me tonight 😎 carlossainz55 charles_leclerc

↳ charles_leclerc Finally

↳ carlossainz55 On my way!

↳ maxverstappen1 Can I come too?

↳ papaferrari I guess so, Y/N would be mad if I didn't invite you

↳ charles_leclerc Max got a pity invite 🤭

↳ yn_ferrari KEEP MY BOYFRIEND'S NAME OUT OF YOUR F-ING MOUTH

↳ lewishamilton Can i come? 🤔

↳ carlossainz55 My wound is still fresh...

↳ yn_ferrari LET HIM HAVE THIS ONE, SIR. WE'LL SEE YOU NEXT YEAR 🤗

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[ilydeku]

izuku loves to talk about you during interviews

- anything and every topic it will ALWAYS be about you

- the question won't even be remotely related to you and still izukus answer will revolve around "y/n, my wife!!" <3

- oh, the glint in his eyes, the peaking smile when he speaks about you, lover boyyy

- the media knows he LOVE LOVES you, they think it's funny for this big, confident, mighty hero to be reduced to sap when it comes to you

- it's like his whole is personality is HIS WIFE

- the journalists lowkey get so SICK of him for this, they don't want to invite him anymore 😭

- but they kinda have to, due to to his status as #1

"Good evening everyone and welcome Hero Talk! Tonight we'll be staring someone you all know and love, single handedly the greatest hero of all time, Deku! Alright, Deku how are you tonight?"

"Feeling pretty good! This is one of my wife's favorite shows, so I'm even more grateful to be here. And how are you?"

"Oh, same old. Really, just living. Now, we wanted to ask you some fun questions. Let's start with this one. Why did you want to become a hero?"

"Wow, haha! That really brings be back to my youth. When I was kid, my biggest influence was All Might, and he miraculously became my mentor. He was a good hero, and a good man. I wanted to be just like him: fearless, persevering, saving people with I smile. I would beg my mom everyday to watch this video on the computer of him saving a bunch a people. I was really swayed by All Might. I wanted to become a hero to make an impact in the world. I wanted to save people with a smile too."

"That sounds really endearing, Deku. I remember All Might's reign. He wasn't number one on the top charts all those years for nothing. So, did you ever think you'd be standing as Japan's top hero?"

"Well, it was never really my goal to become number one. That was Kacchan's- Dynamight's. My dream was, like I said, to become a hero and save others. But I have to say, it really is a blessing. I'd like to thank my Mom, All Might, my friends, and especially my wife for who I've become. My Mom has really done a lot for me growing up: protecting, encourage, and just always caring for me. All Might has kinda been that father figure for me when my Dad was away. My friends have shown me what it's like to work together and really be part of a heart. And my wife? Haha...I can't thank her enough for all the times she's been right by my side, even before we were together. Nothing I can say or do will ever be enough to express how much she means to me."

"Mm. Quite the supportive group. Your wife sounds like quite the lady!"

"She is. She's wonderful."

"Moving on to the next question, do you use social media often?"

"Occasionally, yes?? My wife uses it regularly, posting about us when we go out and stuff. It's mostly for her family to see how she's doing. She handles most of my official accounts. She says it's to be more appealing to the public, and I guess to show that there's more to heroes on the inside?? I'm not really sure, but I trust her process. Although, I'd rather be appealing to her alone."

"The public will always interested in a hero's private life! Now, Deku, what is your ideal setting of relaxation?"

"My wife doesn't like places that are too crowded or noisy, so maybe a cozy day at the beach?- but early in the morning or in the evening when the crowds calm down. Maybe a movie theatre, but days after the movie is released so it's just us together. Actually, a lazy day at home together is great too! Cooking meals and watching a movie on the couch? Really, any place is relaxing if my wife is with me."

(am i questioning Deku's wife or Deku!?) "How scenic! Those sound very fitting for you!! How about any restaurants?"

"Not really. My wife really knows how to cook, it's amazing! I love her home-cooked meals, so there's no way I'd go out of my way to a restaurant. But if my wife is feeling it, I'll be sure to make reservations."

"(sigh)"

"(smiling warmly)"

[anothermansjeans]

Heyy Idk if this is how you request but we'll see......

Could you maybe do like a singer!reader who writes like dirty af songs abt Spencer and then Penelope shows the song to the rest of the team and they all start low-key bullying him and continue making comments abt it while on a case or something like that??

<33

XOXO-

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okay i don't know any DIRTY DIRTY songs so i apologize if this isn't that great 😭 let me know if you want another one that shows different songs! ALSO I IMAGINE THE READER SINGING A DIFFERENT OUTRO TO NONSENSE EVERY NIGHT JUST LIKE MS SABRINA CARPENTER

cw: implied sex, reader talks sings about getting head and being handcuffed

wc: 610

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“Oh, hey pretty boy.”

Spencer walked into the bullpen to see the majority of the team huddled around Derek’s desk with amused looks on their faces. He tentatively continued his walk, but immediately froze in place when he heard the video playing from the computer.

“This song’s catchier than chickenpox is.

I bet your house is where my other sock is.

Woke up this morning, thought I’d write a pop hit.

How quickly can you take your clothes off, pop quiz?

My man’s IQ is one-eighty-seven.

When he’s going down on me I’m in Heaven.

Handcuff me to the bed like I’m a felon.”

Her laughs could be heard from the video, and Spencer’s face immediately turned fifty shades of red.

“So, where were you last night, Reid? You know, when you said you couldn't join us for drinks.”

He rolled his lips into his mouth at Emily’s question. Everyone had an expecting look except for Penelope… She seemed guilty. “I uh, I was at a concert…”

“What concert?” JJ’s question was presented as innocent, but it was everything but that.

“My girlfriend’s,” he mumbled lowly, barely loud enough for them to hear.

“Could you repeat that?”

Spencer glared at Derek, he knew exactly what he was doing. “My girlfriend’s.”

“Well hot damn, you finally admitted it!”

“I wasn't keeping it a secret. I'm just not as open about my love life as the rest of you are.” He huffed and brought himself over to his desk.

“Well, Garcia was kind enough to show us a video she found online and we didn't know what to expect… who else has an IQ of one-eighty-seven?”

Spencer whipped his head over to Penelope with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry!” Her hands went up in her defense. “I just– I love her music and I couldn't make it to the concert in D.C last night so I was watching videos that people took and it doesn't take a genius to know who she's talking about when we know you so well.” Her words were quick, and she was huffing to breathe when she finished her sentence.

Spencer groaned and put his head in his hands.

“I think my favorite song of hers is Nasty.”

Spencer winced at Emily’s words as everyone else laughed. They definitely are going to have a field day with him.

“I love Espresso.” The humor in JJ’s voice was evident.

“So It Goes… and Guilty as Sin? might be the top contenders for me,” and Derek just has to add on. “Tell us, Reid, are scratches down your back?”

Spencer stood up and went towards the coffee machine, ignoring the laughs and references they were making. He was allowed about three minutes of solace before Penelope hesitantly tapped his shoulder with a shy look on her face. “We got a case. Everyone’s at the round table.” He gave a nod at her words and followed her, ears perking up when he heard her singing under her breath, “don't want to wait on it. Tonight, I wanna get nasty.”

He suppressed the groan waiting to come out, and sat down at the table when he felt a buzz in his pocket.

Y/N: made it to philly!! love you, be safe today. text me whenever you're free 🫶

He was about to message back before Hotch walked in, “We’re going to brief as quickly as possible. We're headed to Philadelphia.”

He knew Penelope knew the next stop on Y/N’s tour, and could feel her eyes boring into the side of his face. He was mentally preparing for the jokes as soon as they stepped out of the conference room.

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songs that i imagined reader wrote about spencer:

nonsense by sabrina carpenter

nasty by ariana grande

espresso by sabrina carpenter

so it goes... by taylor swift

guilty as sin? by taylor swift

dress by taylor swift

[moonstruckme]

poly!marauders x reader but reader is contemplating their relationship?

(IDK IF YOU DO ANGST SORRY 😭)

No worries!! It's definitely not my most practiced genre but I'm happy to give it a try :) Honestly unsure if this came out as angsty enough, so please do not be shy and let me know if not! Thanks for requesting

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 886 words

James, Remus, and Sirius balance each other out perfectly. James is so sweet he should come with a warning label, always showering everyone in affection and bringing joy into every room he's in; Remus emanates a quieter sort of contentedness, and he provides a calm, rational perspective when the others need it; and Sirius takes everything they have together and dials it up to eleven, the depth of his feelings so intense that being around him is almost a sort of high.

The issue is, you're not sure where you fit into all that.

The boys seem to care about you, but you can't really figure out why. You have none of James' lightness, Remus' patience, Sirius' humor. You've been trying to hold onto this thing between you, to enjoy it while it lasts, but waiting for the other shoe to drop is becoming maddening. Eventually—someday soon, likely—they're going to realize that they're better off without you.

Naturally, you're pondering this while Sirius braids your hair, James chattering about why he thinks you all need a dog (Sirius has pointed out that you already have him) and Remus reading with his back leaned against your side.

You're trying to figure out the least needy way to ask why they care about you when Remus nudges you with a movement of his shoulder.

"You've been quiet tonight, dove."

It's far from accusatory, but the other boys pick up on the implication nonetheless. Suddenly, all the attention in the room is on you. It's a bit overwhelming.

"I was just thinking..." you say tentatively, unsure of your words. "Do you think we'll all stay together?"

James looks as though you've slapped him, and though Remus doesn't turn, you feel the muscles in his shoulders tense.

"Why would you say that?" James asks. "Of course I think so."

"But..." Merlin, there's no easy way to go about this conversation. "I just, I don't really see what I'm bringing to the table here." You cringe at your own words, awaiting judgement—or worse, epiphany—from your boyfriends.

Sirius, whose hands have been motionless in your hair since you spoke up, abandons his project entirely, letting your hair drop limply from his grasp. "Wha—what does that even mean, what you bring to the table?"

Remus turns around, placing a reassuring hand on Sirius' shoulder. "Easy, love," he murmurs. "Y/N, can you tell us what you're worried about?"

You look between them as Sirius comes to sit beside Remus, feeling stupid and immature. "Sorry, it's not...a you-guys thing. It's just that, I can see how well you work together, and why you love each other, but I don't really see why you'd love me." Your voice gets quieter as you finish, shameful of your thoughts and the position you know you're putting them in.

Sirius releases a disbelieving exhale, slumping into Remus' side, and the taller boy wraps an arm around him, looking at you like you're one of his crosswords and have just given him a particularly perplexing clue.

"Sweetheart," James says, pulling your attention towards him, "it's not a matter of why we would love you, just that we do. Do you need to list off reasons for why you care about every person in your life, or doesn't it just happen?"

"I don't need to," you admit, "but I could. I love you guys because of who you are."

"And so do we," Remus says. "Dove, we care about you. Isn't that enough? Can you trust us with that?"

"It's not..." It's not a matter of trusting them. You'd trust any of them with your life, with everything. It's that you don't trust yourself. It's that you're worried you won't live up to it, to this earnest affection they're offering you. You don't think you deserve it.

"How about this," Sirius says, in his typical cut-to-the-chase manner. "If we didn't love you—and have damn good reasons for loving you—we wouldn't be with you. So there." You must look unconvinced, because Sirius arches a brow. "You don't think that, with James' bod and Remus' hot accent, not to mention my boyish charm, we could have anyone we wanted?"

You crack a smile, but Sirius just looks at you, awaiting an answer. You shrink a bit under his gaze.

"You could," you say sheepishly.

"Right." Sirius grins suavely. "And we used those combined faculties to snag this hot piece of ass." Without warning, he reaches out and drags you into him, the two of you piling an unfair amount of weight onto Remus.

You squeal, and James shouts "Oi! Leave our poor Moony alone," tugging on Remus' arm until Remus sighs, disentangling himself from Sirius and going to sit beside James. James ruffles his hair, planting a triumphant kiss on the taller boy's cheek. If Remus blushes a bit, you pretend not to notice.

"Got that?" Sirius looks at you threateningly, but his voice is soft, his eyes imploring. "We want you, baby. Finders, keepers."

James nods as if this is a sage decree. "Think you might be able to get used to that?" he asks, and you know he's only partly joking.

You relax into Sirius' hold, giving Remus and James an apologetic look. "Yeah," you say. You can definitely get used to this.

[ilwonuu]

heyyy!! I absolutely adoreee your work thank you so much for existing! <3 we'll i'd like to share an idea for an ff with skz because me being a stay can't get this idea outta my mind oml. Bang chan has such a warm personality right? But sometimes we see CHRISTOPHER iykyk ;). That is how chan is in relationships too, veryy soft romantically but a hard dom in bed. Chan got reader a pretty dress and ripped it right off because she looked too pretty in it. After they had amazing sex (please right this as you want to you're the best!) Chan shows lots of after care.

Write this only if you want to I'd appreciate you even reading this. Thank you soooooooooooo muchhhh!! take care <3

omg hi!!! that is so sweet omg😭😭thank YOU for existing so i can write this amazing idea for you<3 thank you for your request!!! i hope you enjoy anon💖

୨⎯ too pretty ⎯୧

⤷ bang christopher

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⚘ summary- your boyfriend is so sweet to you, well not in every scenario.

⚘ warnings- unprotected sex, kissing, dom!chan, sub!reader, degrading, dirty talk, pet names, fluff, chan is a sweetheart okok

⚘ a/n- to the person who requested this.. this is gonna be in my brain forever now thank you😇

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you’re currently waiting for your boyfriend to return from the store. your boyfriend loves to surprise you with new clothing he thinks will look beautiful on you. so that’s exactly what he did. he bought you a new black dress for your dinner tonight.

“channie you didn’t have to get me this. it looks expensive!!” he smiles at you shaking his head. “don’t you worry about how much it was baby. do you like it?” his face is looking for your approval.

“channie i love it very much thank you.” you give him a sweet kiss before smiling again. “try it on baby.” his gaze is scanning you up and down. “right now?” he nods quickly not looking away from you from a second. you laugh slightly as you slip off the clothes you’re wearing.

you put on the dress before asking for help. “babe can you zip up the back?” you ask him looking behind you to meet his gaze. “of course love.” he walks closer to you. zipping up your dress for you before taking a quick look at you.

your gaze is on yourself in the mirror. slowly meeting his gaze in the mirror. “what do you think?” you ask him. his eyes are darker now. not that you can notice from the distance he is from the mirror. his mind immediately thinking anything but sweet thoughts. he thinks you look so beautiful in the dress. “channie??” you snap him out of his thoughts.

he is directly behind you. he still doesn’t say anything. your dress is suddenly ripped completely in the back. “wha- chan?” you are confused as he is lifting you up to bring you to lay back on the bed. “sorry baby you just look so fucking good. i need to fuck you right now.” his gaze is intimidating. you feel so small under his eyes. “can i?” he asks. “yes channie.”

he’s scanning your body as you now in just your underwear. you can feel how hard his dick has gotten from the position you are in. he’s pulling his shirt over his head quickly. your hands immediately going to undo his pants like it’s instinct. “fuck.” his breathing is heavy as you finally get his pants down. his dick feeling some relief.

he’s pulling his dick out of his boxers as he feels you shift a little under him. his fingers hooking on your panties to pull them to the side. “you’re so wet. gonna fuck you so good.” he whispers into your ear as you feel him line up with your cunt. he doesn’t take anytime before he is pushing into you. moaning at your tightness. “take it baby” he orders you before you nod quickly. his hips snap into yours. his pace already speeding up the longer he’s inside of you. his hand is on your hip. his fingers gripping your sides. applying slight pressure.

your gasp getting caught in your throat as you cut yourself off with a moan. his gaze is on moving from your body to your face. his dick hitting all the spots you need him too. even a little too much. his thrusts are rough and deep. his hand is quick to grab your face to look at him. he leans down giving you a quick peck before pulling away to look at you again. his thrusts are quicker and harsher. him never breaking eye contact with you. you’re a sobbing mess from all the pleasure.

“look at you baby. crying like a slut.” his words make your clench around him pulling a loud groan from him. “s-shit you like that? like being called a slut? such a dirty girl.” his teasing words making you nothing but wetter and he just laughs at that. “getting so wet slut. im sliding right in.” he whispers the last part directly against your ear. “pathetic slut. look at you crying for my cock. you moan loudly at how good he sounds.

the sound of your skin clapping, wetness of your arousal, and chans deep moans and groans have you soaked. you cannot get enough of how hot he is. “c-channie mm so close.” your eyes rolling back with even the thought of cumming for him. “yea slut? fucking you so good you gonna cream all over? do it slut.” his hips stutter a bit when he feels you clench around him.

just looking at his focused fucked out expression was enough for you. you are cumming hard on his dick. “fuck b-baby making a mess all over hm? such a dirty slut for me.” his groans are louder now. his gaze not leaving where you two connect. his hand on your hip as he keeps fucking you through your high. “such a good slut gonna let me use you until i cum?” he asks you sternly but doesn’t receive a response. “can’t speak now slut?” his tone even more teasing as your legs start to shake a little. “c-channie too much!” you cry out to him. tears rolling down your face from the overstimulation.

“just a little longer. you can take it right? like good girl.” its almost like he knew you wouldn’t respond because you are just crying out against the pillow. your makeup from earlier dirtying your pillow and sheets. you try to nod a little to his words but you’re far too weak.

you feel his dick twitch again before his voice. “where do you want it slut?” the pet names making you clench again. “s-stomach channie..” you whisper to him and gives you a quick nod.

he gives you a few more thrusts before pulling out. his cum panting your stomach and your chest. he lets out another deep groan. watching you calm down slightly as he stands up. “let me get something to clean you baby.” he gives you a gentle kiss on your head. grabbing a rag quickly returning. not hesitating to clean you off.

after he finishes cleaning you he is immediately laying next to you. you are quickly being pulled into his arms. he gives you a few kisses as you two cuddle. “you did so good baby.” he smiles at you. you nod sending him back a smile. “hungry? tired? what do you need baby?” his voice sounding a hundred times more gentle than it just was a minute ago. you’re not complaining tho. “mm just a little tired. don’t wanna move.” you say melting into his arms more. “you got it baby we will cuddle forever.” he showers your face and neck with sweet kisses.

“channie i can’t believe you ripped the dress you just bought!” you say slightly remembering what events happened before this. “i’m sorry not sorry baby. you just looked too pretty.” he smiles at you innocently. you roll your eyes at him as you playfully hit his chest. “but that dress was so cute channie.” you teasingly pout and he just laughs.

“i will just have to buy you another one hm?” he says before pulling you into another kiss<3

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short n sweet

a/n- just pretend okay

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y/n please please please tonight!!

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tryinyn DONT TELL ME HES IN THE MUSIC VIDEO OMFGGGGGG

florencepugh spicy!!

tchalamet best set ever all because of you

snoozeyn when timothee is nominated for an oscar for this >>>

timsgf it's a music video he can't get nominated. and it's a shitty one at that, he was the best part

snoozeyn aren't you like 60?

wallowsyn WAIT WAIT WAIT

@chalametupdates just tweeted- Timothée and Y/n behind the scenes of Y/ns new music video!

@ynscurtains replied- BEST MV EVERRR

@timmysgf replied- I wonder how he feels about his girlfriend sexualizing herself for streams

@horroryn replied- HE'S NOT GONNA DATE YOU STFU

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y/n please please please!!! enjoy the video, bitches. the actor in this one is super sexy

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rachelzegler that actor is really good!

y/n ik I'm so glad he auditioned

tchalamet superrrrrr sexy

y/n wow full of yourself much?

tchalamet I was talking about you 😔

pleaseyn timmy as a crazy ass criminal is just too awesome

goodgracesyn "men suck" and whole time she's dating timmy LMAOO she's so real

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y/n short 'n' sweet is all yours tonight

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tchalamet and you're all mine every night

mystyn I CLAIM COINCIDENCE ALREADY

ynsheadphones im so curious ab what the love songs ab timmy sound like

rachelzegler my favorite album ever

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timyn his comment 💀💀 so down bad

y/n just posted a story!

caption- damn maybe he should've released an album

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tchalamet this beautiful girls album released today. bed chem is objectively my favorite, also juno.

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supergraphicyn juno omg he's a freak

shortyn LISTEN TO GOOD GRACES AND LEARNNNNNN

y/n who's the cute guy in the white jacket- oh wait he's sitting next to me rn nvm LOL

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daylightyn bed chem.. lucky girl

tchalamet just posted a story!

caption- date night 😍😍

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y/n so.. what's everyone's favorite ?

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exesyn WHO MADE YOU WRITE DUMB AND POETIC

ynsdune BRO ITS SHAWN I SWEAR

tchalamet how does it feel to be this generations Shakespeare?

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sabrinacarpenter I wish I made this wtf

y/n you've got it in you!!!

@companyyn just tweeted- WHOS THE CUTE BOY IN THE WHITE JACKET BITCH WHICH ONE

@beetleyn replied- also what fucking accent is she talking ab

@yn replied- idfk I needed a rhyme 🤷🏽‍♀️

@byeyn replied- HELLO!?!??! HEY GIRL

@infiniteyn replied- she's so fucking funny help

@laurieslaurence replied- he speaks french too so maybe that's what !!

@celebnews just tweeted- weeks after her new album released, Y/n L/n is seen happily with her boyfriend Timothée Chalamet. He was taking several pictures of her on a disposable camera. They stopped to say hi to fans and were apparently very kind and interactive.

@beliebyn replied- the way you started that scared the SHIT out of me omg never do that again celebnews

@comearoundyn replied- likely thing for them to do

@lovelyyn replied to @comearoundyn- what does your @ mean 😭😭😭😭

@modernyn replied- and we'll probably never see those pictures he took 💔💔

@mariasyn replied- ON TOP OF THE CHARTS AND LIVING HER BEST LIFE

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y/n to celebrate one month and all the love yall have given me, i wanted to release two other songs that i wrote after i finished the album. hope you enjoy!

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povyn BUSY WOMAN IS POP PERFECTION

paulsoneandonly oh goddd here we go, more shitty music 🙄

sweetyn I'm still not over coincidence girl WHO would do that to you

timsgf slim pickings is a crazy song to write when your bf is timothée

shortnyn can you shut the fuck up and get out of her comments for ONCE

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ynslipgloss I DIDNT WANT YOUR BITCH ASS ANYWAY🗣🗣 🎶

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tchalamet my girl is on top of the world

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y/n not us being goofy 🤣🤣

florencepugh my bestest friends !!

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y/n i am so grateful i could cry 💕💕✨️

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rachelzegler you deserve it all and more my lovely

tchalamet forever proud of you pretty girl

bearyn remember when she was excited over her getting 100k views on her video 🥺😭😭 and now she's getting MILLIONS

ynsucks all thanks to her boyfriend

fuxkyn is she serious w this shit, she uses timmy for likes???

amyyn he posts her all the time too, so now what?

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y/n vmas 😳😳😳

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tchalamet i love you w so much of my heart that none is left to protest

y/n are you shakespeare

tchalamet nah i just made it up right now

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y/n if you think they're looking at you... they're looking at me. happy anniversary my love 🥰💕💕

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rachelzegler IM DEADDDDD

tchalamet happy anniversary my angel girl

timmysgf rude asl

laurieslaurence istg its the same person behind these accounts

timsgf what no

ynswaterbottle LMAOOOOOOOOO

lightupyn her old lyrics 🥺🥺😭😭

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tchalamet i ❤️ my talented girlfriend

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horroryn HE SAID FUCK ALL YOU HATERSSSS AHHH YALL MAD

y/n why not uponeth me?

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bedchemyn BYEEEE

tomholland2013 we need a double date soon!

modernyn MY PARENTSS

y/n I love you my darling boy

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[hyunjilicious]

[perv!bang chan x f!reader] and also [lee felix x reader but established relationship]

Summary: the 'there was only one bed trope' but with a twist, because there were more beds available, you were already in a perfect relationship with Felix, and neither of you knew just how head over heels for you Chan was (SMUT) 3k

Warning: obsessed!Chan, like crazy after you why-is-she-so-perfect!Chan, unprotected sex, fucking while someone's supposed to be sleeping in the same bed?? (😭), Chan's a bit of a perv so mentions of creampies, masturbation (m.), cum play, oral (m. receiving), hints of degradation etc. also unedited 🤧 18+ PLS

"I think I'm gonna go to sleep" you mumbled, jolting awake after the sound of an explosion ripped through the room. You rubbed your cheek against Felix's shoulder as a little goodbye, and prepared to stand up. 

"No, no, wait!" he called for you, hands still on the controller and eyes still on the enemies on the screen. "I'm coming with you, gimme a sec"

"Hey" Jeongin nudged Felix in the side, him too partially absorbed by the game as he spoke, "We just started this campaign, you're not going to sleep unless you find someone to take your place"

"Yeah, but-"

"Lixie, it's fine" you cooed, pecking the top of his head, "Play all night if you want, don't worry"

"Are you sure?" he asked, turning to face you only for Jeongin to snap.

"Dude!" he cried, doing his best to cover his lovesick friend, "Pay attention, we'll get surrounded"

"Shit, sorry" Felix resumed playing only for his friend to chuckle.

"It's ok"

"I'm gonna go now, ok?" you giggled and advanced towards the door. "Make sure to win!"

Despite turning his head to face you, Felix's eyes remained on the screen. "Good night, angel. I love you"

"Good night, Y/n!"

"Good night, guys. And good luck!"

After leaving their room, you stopped by the kitchen for a little snack, washed your face, changed into your pajamas and then joined Chan in bed. 

This wasn't the first time you, Felix and Chan all shared a room, but it was the first time it happened because neither of you bothered to think of the sleeping arrangements before renting the cabin.

With 4 double beds and 9 people in the group, Chan decided to take one for the team and be the one to sleep on the couch. And he would've done just that, had the living room not been the main hangout spot day and night - so that was why he was there tonight, in your bed, almost drifting off, because you and Felix were the most adamant about having him a decent place to sleep. 

"Hey, Y/n" Chan greeted you, only his eyes peeking from under the fluffy duvet. "Where's Felix?"

"Playing"

"Still?" he gasped, "It's almost 3"

Laughing, you got in bed under the covers, "I know, I'm surprised too. You're in bed before him and I.n. Never thought I'd live to see this"

"Maybe it's my turn to be an early bird, who knows?" he said softly, eyes drifting closed as the words left his mouth. The light was swiftly turned off, and silence settled. 

Truth be told, you were extremely tired and Chan sleeping so close to you wasn't a source of discomfort, yet somehow, your brain refused to settle into a peaceful sleep. You were used to sleeping without Felix due to your schedules, what you weren't used to however was sleeping without him when he was in the same building as you. But, with no plans for the next day, you settled for slipping in and out of consciousness, slightly amused by Chan's little snores as you waited for Felix to come to bed. 

At one point, during one of those little time frames where you managed to fall asleep, you were jostled awake by the feeling of the mattress dipping on either side of your hips. 

"Felix?" you mumbled, trying to turn around but the weight on your back kept you pinned into place. "Felix, what are you doing?" this time you giggled, knowing very well that no one else would be shamelessly kissing your neck like that.

"Quiet, love" he shushed you and moved on to attack the other side of your neck, "Mm, so sweet"

"Felix, what are you doing!?" you whispered - or moaned, smiling as you tried to pry him off of you. 

"Shh, you'll wake Chan" 

You were about to ask something, say something - mumble whatever, but then you felt it, "Felix-" you cupped his cheek, "That's your phone, right?"

"My phone's here, flower" he grinned and waved it around in his hand that was resting by your pillow. 

"What did you and Jeongin do?" you laughed, the feeling of his rock hard cock against your ass helping you awaken fully. You were ready to get out of bed, head to the bathroom, hop in the shower maybe, relieve the stress somehow, but he had other ideas. 

"Doesn't matter, all I know is that I want you now"

But you didn't get a chance to even try to stand up because his hand found its way past the waistband of your pants, under your underwear and to your pussy in record time. 

"Felix!" you whispered exasperated, "Chan's right here! Are you insane!?"

"He's fast asleep, relax" 

"Felix! He can wake at any moment!"

"Be quiet if you don't want that to happen" he groaned, and tugged down your pants without even the tiniest bit of help from you. 

Unable to suppress your lust induced grin, you watched him over your shoulder as he worked himself out of his own sweatpants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing against your naked ass. 

"Quiet, yeah?" he more so demanded, but then refused to help you whatsoever. He knew what he was doing, pushing your limits - of self control, fed on the fact that Chan might catch you - his cock aching at the thought. And the fact that you were visibly on the same length, pussy wet and warm against his fingers, your heart beating rapidly under him, only fueled him more. Maybe you wanted Chan to hear you. It drove him wild.

Initially, he was going to work you up a bit, get you right where he wanted you with a few simple but experienced flicks of his fingers, but you were already there, panting and waiting. So, without bothering to waste any more time, he guided himself to your entrance and rammed his cock inside you, balls deep from the first thrust. 

"Fuck!" the whine involuntarily broke past your lips, forcing you to press your face into the pillow. 

"Easy, baby, like that" Felix praised you, his tone deep and raspy against your ear, as he started rolling his hips into yours. 

Knowing you should keep quiet made everything worse. Every single sense was amplified, you could feel his breath - hear it, hot and goosebumps worthy. One of his arms around your body, the other one right beside your head - his hand, gathered into a fist, and his silver rings having the faint light from outside beautifully roll off them inches away from your lips. He smelled pretty - chocolate on his lips and the cologne he always wore. It was bad, you were done for, because the second your mind wandered off and you felt every single little vein on his throbbing cock rub against your walls, you bit into your lips and cried in order to suppress your moan. 

"Angel" Felix threatened, "You're too loud, you'll wake him up"

"Felix-" you barely said before he slapped his hand against your mouth, lowered himself completely on top of you and fully halted his movements.

Only when Felix stilled, did you hear Chan. Wide eyed and terrified, you both watched him roll onto his back to face the ceiling - mouth slightly open as he prepared to resume snoring. 

You wanted to say something, but Felix's hand covering your mouth wasn't budging. "Think you can shut up, love?" he asked. 

Had you two been alone, you'd have dared push it and swear you'd be quiet, but with Chan stirring in his sleep mere inches away from Felix's dick which was balls deep inside your cunt, you didn't really need the extra adrenaline. So you just squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head against his hand, your honesty making him chuckle. 

"That's ok, I got you"

His tone was reassuring, he knew how to talk to you to keep you calm, but he did it on purpose now. He had no reason to be this sweet only to then resume his thrusting with no warning whatsoever. 

You couldn't call his name, you couldn't moan, couldn't cry, all that was left for you to do was sink - and drown under the weight of his body on top of yours. His thrusts were slow but deep and rhythmic, enough to drive you crazy, but again, he knew you. 

"Can you cum for me like this?" he questioned again against your ear. 

He knew it wasn't always exactly the easiest for you to finish, and he knew exactly what to do and how to do it in order to get you there, but what he didn't know was just how much Chan's presence affected you. He was about to find out though, and you weren't exactly excited for the conversation.

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Oh, the dread. It was excruciating for him really, the anxiety making it all worse. What kind of a pervert just lays there listening - what kind of a man - oh, the whimpers. Fuck. 

Why did he think turning over to sleep on his back would be a better idea - less pressure on his throbbing cock, obviously, but his face was exposed and one long enough look from either you or Felix and his cover would have been blown. No one sweats that much in their sleep, no one breathes like that when they're supposed to be far away, deep inside the dreamland, unless it was a nightmare. But the more he thought about it, that was what this was, a long, painful and disgusting nightmare. 

He didn't know when it all stopped, when either of you finished. Chan wished he could've heard you, maybe also stolen a glance but it was too much, too risky, he knew he'd have never been able to look either of you in the eye if he had been caught. 

But once it was all done, once it was all over and you two had cleaned up and cuddled into each other to sleep, he finally felt free enough to turn around and face away from you. Now he could keep his eyes open and squint in pain as much as he needed, as just because his best friend was done fucking the love of his life, didn't mean his raging erection suddenly disappeared.

What he was waiting for was a snore, a loud noise which you'd both ignore, something, anything, to let him know you were both asleep and that he could get out of bed. 

While in reality it had been no more than 20 minutes since Felix entered the bedroom, to Chan it felt like it was already the last day of vacation, as if a whole week had been drained out of him by the time he finally reached the bathroom. 

He had never hopped in the shower as fast as he did now, not even waiting for the water to warm up. He just propped himself there, one hand against the marble wall and his head hanging low as he stood and cursed. 

He hoped the water would not only wash away the sweat off his body, but also the absolute obscenities that crossed his mind. The way he grabbed his cock was involuntary, making him hiss in pain from the amount of torture he had been put through.

It was him whimpering in the empty bathroom but he could only hear you, the way you breathed, moaned, and called his best friend's name. The water had barely warmed up enough to not sting his skin, but it was already steaming off of him. 

"Fuck-" Chan cursed, furiously pumping his cock in his hand. He did his best not to picture you there, kneeling in front of him, mouth wide open and ready to receive his cum. He tried so hard not to imagine what your cunt felt like, what it was like to grip your hair into his fist, what sounds you made when he hurt you just enough to make your pussy tighten around him. 

And because his mind was intoxicated and only god could judge him now, he couldn't help but wonder what your relationship with Felix was like - what talks you had and how much you had done together, because no random couple decides to fuck like this out of nowhere. How many times when you two had slipped away, was it actually so that he could fuck you? At the studio? When you offered to head downstairs and grab the food for everyone and Felix insisted he helped you? At Chan’s parties when you pretended to need a breath of fresh air? When you two would sleep over on his couch? Had he fucked you there? Chan’s cock twitched at the thought of you getting your cunt pounded in his bathroom, a hand clamped against your mouth so that he wouldn't find out what kind of a cock thirsty whore you were. 

"Damn it" he cried again, only needing a few more painful strokes to finish. Your name left his lips as cum shot out of his tip, wasting away down the drain. 

This was ridiculous, he felt pathetic. Usually when he got himself off alone, he was hit with a wave of lucidity right after. Not now, though. Now he was aching to go again. But it would've been useless, the shower didn't do anything, he wanted to cum inside you, on you, to see his cum on your fingers, on your lips, to hear you beg for it. He wanted to see you cry and choke on his cock, to see the little tears at the corners of your eyes as you preferred to keep his dick down your throat a bit more rather than breathe. He was fucked. 

But everyone was asleep, a ridiculously long shower wouldn't raise any suspicion - that was what he said to himself as he grabbed his cock again and went for another round. 

By the time Chan walked downstairs and into the kitchen, it was already morning. He busied himself around the cabin, made himself a little breakfast which he couldn't eat, and then buried his nose in his phone waiting for any of his friends to wake up. 

Seungmin was the first to join him, and not much time passed before the two of them decided to head out and get whatever other groceries would be needed for that day's lunch. The ride wasn't long and the local supermarket didn't offer the broadest variety of products, so the trip had been much shorter than Chan had hoped. 

When they returned to the cabin, almost everyone was already awake - the kitchen and the living space buzzing with life. It looked like just about any other morning, but some things that he was technically used to, bothered him now more than ever. 

Why the fuck weren't you wearing a bra? There were 8 men around you, why didn't you care they could all see your nipples? Why didn't Felix care?

"You two!" Changbin called as soon as he spotted his friends. "The food is getting cold, where have you been?"

"Shopping" Chan motioned to the bags. He placed them on whatever free counter space he found and started unpacking. "I already ate, thanks though"

"I haven't!" Minnie rubbed his hands together, "What do we have?"

Grateful for the positioning of the fridge, Chan kept his back at the rest of the room as he carefully placed the groceries inside the refrigerator. He looked normal, but he felt sick, and wanted to be out of there as soon as possible. As he did his thing, he carefully listened to your voice, breathing relieved as he could hear you talking about the fruits you just chopped. 

"Channie!" he neatly dropped the meat he was holding as you popped out of nowhere right beside him. How the fuck did he miss that? "Do you wanna try?"

Ah, you weren't wearing pants either. Sure, the shirt covered your ass, and sure, half the guys were topless, so it was probably fine for you to be walking around like that, but then why did his breathing get heavier. 

"What's-" he cleared his throat, "What's that?"

"Ice cream" you said. "I made it with Felix while you two were out. I wanna know what you guys think. We only made this little. We didn't wanna make a whole gallon of ice cream in case it was bad. So? Try it!"

"If you want us to tell you what we think about it, why won't you let us try it!?" Hyunjin yelled in frustration. 

"Eat your breakfast first, you child" you laughed and went to grab a spoon for Chan. "Here!"

"Ah, it's good. Damn, it's so good" his eyes widened progressively as the taste settled in. He went for another try, his smile widening as the ice cream melted on his tongue. 

"Really? It's good?" Felix beamed from across the kitchen, walking over as he dried his hands on a towel, "You like it?"

"Mhm! It's amazing! When are you making more?"

"We thought after lunch?" Felix nodded. "The guys said we should head to the pool this afternoon, so I think it'll be enough time for it to cool down until we get back"

"Do we really have to go swimming?" you cringed in disgust, your eyes begging Felix to reconsider.

"Yes!" he kissed your temple. He didn't even try to hide just how little he cared about your disinterest, which only deepened your frown. "I'm done with you not knowing how to swim. You promised me you'd learn. It could save your life one day"

You pouted. "What about Minho?"

"Hey!" the man in question yelled from the living room. "It may have taken me a whole week, but I can swim now. Doggy style, but I can do it!"

"Doggy style" Felix laughed to himself. "If Minho can do it, so can you, love"

"Well… when you put it like that…"

"Great" Felix beamed, and started walking away as he pointed at his friend. "Plus, Chan can teach you. He's much better than I am."

That snapped him out of his trance, god knows where his mind had wandered these past few moments. "I can do what?"

"Teach her doggy style" Felix chuckled.

"Teach me how to swim" you rolled your eyes, "Right?"

Fuck.

[two-white-butterflies]

the last time | m33 and c55

Description: You wanted to be his priority - is that too much to ask? After moving on from Max, he sees you around the paddock - with someone that treats you so much better.

Pairing: max verstappen/indie-actress!reader, carlos sainz/actress!reader (eventual)

Rating: Teen [angst]

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yourname_daisies: happy new year everyone ✨ have a blessed 2021. i found love last year and i hope that you find yours this year. 💕

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maxverstappen1: 🦁❤️🎉

thisloveisgood: my fav actress to f1 wag pipeline

bestianlives7: we gotta gatekeep her

esties9nando: This white man stole my wife??

Max reminded you of summer. Sunny. Smiling. Warm. He was your vacation, your rest and your home. "I missed you," you mumbled leaning deeper into his touch. "How was filming?" he inquired, pouring you a glass of wine. "Hectic, but nothing compared to racing." you chuckled - pressing a kiss to his jaw.

This year - everything revolved around him. It revolved around his practices and how he could fight to win the WDC. He slumped on the sofa beside you - reaching for the blanket and allowing it to cover the lower part of your torso.

"What movie are we going to watch?" he reached for the popcorn in the coffee table. Excited for what kind of film you'd choose. Last time it was horror - but you were in a romantic mood. "Something romantic comedy, I kinda wanna sleep tonight." you chuckled, browsing through Netflix's large catalogue of movies.

A small exhale exits his mouth - the air conditioner was making the room colder. A perfect temperature for watching a movie. "I can't wait until we get to watch you in Netflix," he prophecized. "I have a feeling that it's going to be soon." you smiled.

"Yeah, we'll watch your movie next month right? Licorice Pizza, I've already told everyone to watch it." he boasted, showing you that he did his job spreading the good word on the grid. A small giggle escapes your mouth - seeing that dedicated smile on his face.

"I can't find anything - let's just rewatch black mirror." you sighed, pressing on the familiar poster. It wasn't like you were going to watch a single thing tonight.

yourname_daisies: a piece of art ✨

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maxverstappen1: ❤️📸

licorizepizza: 💕

y/nsuperfan: when she posts him all the time but he doesn't post her 😭 you can do so much better than this queen.

Carlossainz55: hermosa y hermoso 💪🏽 - yourname_daisies: gracias señor ✨

"Max Verstappen! You are champion of the world!" the man behind you screams into his mic. Even though your boyfriend finished second in the race - he won the WDC. "He did it!" you smiled, embracing your friend who was cheering for the both of you.

Max steps out of his car - jumping with joy as he began to embrace his team. He hugged Christian first, then his best friend then one of his engineers - but he passed you. He didn't even look in your direction. That was the moment you knew. You weren't his priority.

Mijn Pearl (Y/N L/N) Congratulations on the WDC Maxie! I'm so proud of you!!

You stared at the message that you sent out to him. It's been six hours. According to your friends he's currently partying in the redbull yacht - completely oblivious of your existence. "Did he seriously forget about you again? Just because he's champion of the world doesn't mean that he's allowed to forget you." your best friend antagonized - annoyed that you were being treated this way.

"He's probably overwhelmed with winning. I'm sure that he hasn't touched his phone since." you hid your phone inside your pocket. About to cry because of his neglect. He didn't even look at you. It was like - you disappeared into thin air.

"I don't care about him. Let's go party!" your friend screamed, pulling you inside one of the nightclubs. You shrug. It was probably the best thing to do. Anything to take your mind off him.

Carlos sits beside you - a cup of water at hand. "What are you doing here?" you inquire, surprised to see him in this kind of place. "I ditched the redbull party a few hours ago. Me and Lando were looking for you." he informed, taking a shot of his vodka.

A fake smile paints your lips - you completely forgot about how furious you felt about Max. "I decided to hang out with my friends," you lied - not wanting to talk shit about your boyfriend. "Ahh, I see. Do you want more alcohol? Lando will drive us home." he half-yelled due to the techno music blasting the room. "Yeah!" your best friend yelled in return, dancing to the tune with her upper body.

"Shit, are we gonna get that drunk?" you giggled, already seeing the drinks pile in your table. Soon enough Lando and Carlos were sitting beside you. Gossiping about F1 and other team's strategy. "Bottoms up!" Carlos suddenly yelled, prompting for all of you to take shots.

Carlossainz55: Anyone know what's happening? 🤣

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foolishone38: Who is the girl in the second slide? With the black hair? She's so hot 😭 - bechele87: she's max's gf - foolishone38: not anymore...

imolatifosi5: y/n wasn't in the redbull afterparty? how was carlos hanging out with her? and where is max?

Gluteous Maximus (Max Verstappen) Where are you?

Mijn Pearl (Y/N L/N) Hey I'm in Lando's apartment. me n BSF/N so drunk 💀 we had to haul ass to the closest room

Gluteous Maximus (Max Verstappen) u safe? i can pick u up

Mijn Pearl (Y/N L/N) I'm too sleepy. I'll meet u in the hotel room tom. ily congratulations baby 💗

Gluteous Maximus (Max Verstappen) Thank you! ❤️ night

You couldn't stop crying on the drive home.

"I can't believe that I'm feeling this way." you wiped the tears away from your eyes, drunkenly mumbling about how Max made you feel alone. "You poor thing," your best friend pulled your head closer to her chest. "I felt invisible," you sobbed while Carlos rubbed comforting circles on your back. "It's normal to feel that way," he mumbled - unsure on how to comfort you.

"You need to talk to him - communication is the most important part of a relationship." Lando lectured while driving his car around the busy city. "Since when did you become an expert in love?" Carlos slurred, body moving alongside the car. "Since now." Lando popped his lips, halting in front of his apartment building.

"I don't know the entire story but I'm on your side." he removed his seatbelt, opening the door to his car.

yourname_daisies: 'Licorice Pizza' is nominated for three academy awards. I'm so proud of us! 💗✨

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maxverstappen1: congratulations ❤️ - yourname_daisies: thank you max

LandoNorris: Don't forget us when ur rich n famous

You didn't tell him about the troubles that you were feeling in the relationship. You figured that time would heal everything, and his fame would settle down - but it never did. The fame never got to his head - but the neglect got to yours.

"Max, can we get an autograph?" his fans followed the both of you around. At first, he entertained them - but as more of them draw closer you both attempted to run away. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, attempting to navigate a crowded street.

One of the paparazzis bumped your shoulder. And the worst thing happened. He dropped your hand - and you swore that this would be the last time. The last time you dealt with this.

MAX VERSTAPPEN AND GIRLFRIEND CONFIRM BREAKUP.

(TWO YEARS LATER)

Carlossainz55: We look good together, no? ✨

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Max didn't think that he'd ever see you again.

He's read articles about your new life. How you won an Oscar a year after breaking up with him. How your dating one of his friends.

He sees you from across the paddock - wearing a color that he'd never thought he'd see you wear. Red. Ferrari red. With Carlos Sainz trailing behind you loyally.

He sees you walking towards him, and he contemplates on whether or not he should say 'hi'. He sees you walking towards him - until you're already past him. Bumping shoulders but never looking back.

[kat-thepoet]

Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Part 7: I feel like I'm drowning

SMUT! MDNI.

A/N: This is my first time writing this type of stuff so plss be nice 😭

Previous Chapters ☞ HERE ☜

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"So he just walked off?" Vanessa asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah," I replied, frustration lacing my words. "I have no idea why... He hasn't spoken to me since Tuesday, and it's really pissing me off." I took a sip of my coffee, trying to calm my nerves.

It was our day off, so I decided to grab coffee with Wade and Vanessa. I invited Logan, but he didn't even say anything—just closed the door in my face.

Vanessa tried to suppress a laugh, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I think he likes you," she teased, unable to hide her smirk.

Wade snorted, rolling his eyes. "Likes her? Try obsessed with her," he quipped, leaning back in his chair. "Logan's got it bad, Peach. He's just too stubborn to admit it."

I frowned, not quite getting the joke. "What are you talking about? He's just being weird and distant. I don't see how that equals liking someone."

I glanced between Vanessa and Wade, genuinely confused as they exchanged knowing looks.

Vanessa shook her head, still smiling. "Oh, Violet, you're really not seeing it, are you? The guy is practically brooding every time you're around. Classic 'I'm falling for you, but I don't know how to handle it' behavior."

Wade leaned forward, grinning. "Yeah, seriously. It's like watching a rom-com where the hero has no clue he's head over heels. You're the only one who doesn't see it."

They both laughed, leaving me even more perplexed. I stared at them, still baffled. "You guys are ridiculous. Logan and I are just... I don't even know what we are right now, but it's definitely not that." I shook my head, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion. "He's just being moody, like always." 

Vanessa and Wade exchanged another amused glance, clearly not convinced by my denial.

Sensing the need for a change in topic, Wade leaned back and crossed his arms. "Speaking of something more exciting than Logan's brooding, my boss dug up a lead from that warehouse we took down." 

I perked up, grateful for the diversion. "Really? What did he find?"

Wade smirked. "Turns out, that place was more than just a hideout. They've been trafficking some high-tech weaponry. We're talking next-gen stuff."

Vanessa raised an eyebrow. "Any idea who the buyers are?"

Wade shrugged. "That's the juicy part we're still trying to figure out. But my boss thinks it's linked to that uptick in underground auctions we've been hearing about."

I sipped my coffee, mulling over the information. "Sounds like we're gonna have our hands full."

Wade grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, my boss is gonna text me the address tonight. There's another hidden warehouse, and we're supposed to go in and play 'find and shut down the bad guys' again."

Vanessa chuckled. "Sounds like another fun field trip."

I couldn't help but smile at Wade's casual tone. "Count me in. Let's make sure they don't slip through our fingers this time."

Wade winked. "Oh, they won't. We'll crash their little party before they even know what hit 'em."

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That night, Wade took it upon himself to let Logan know about the mission since Logan and I still weren't on speaking terms. I suited up like always, pulling my hair into a tight ponytail. I waited in the kitchen, listening for Logan to finally emerge from his room. When he did, he didn't even glance my way—it was like I didn't exist. 

I rolled my eyes at his attitude, trailing behind him as I closed the door behind us. We made our way to Wade's apartment in silence, the tension between us almost palpable. When we reached Wade's door, he swung it open with a wide grin. 

"Well, look who decided to join forces again," Wade said with exaggerated cheerfulness. "You two planning to give each other the silent treatment the whole mission, or is this just foreplay?"

Logan shot him a deadly glare. "Shut the fuck up, Wade." 

Wade chuckled, unfazed. "Ooh, touchy. Someone's clearly feeling the love tonight," he mocked, his eyes darting between the two of us.

I glanced at Logan, who was still glaring at Wade, and couldn't help but wonder if what Vanessa and Wade had told me earlier was actually true. Could his coldness really be hiding something else? Wade, never one to back down from teasing, smirked and added, "You know, all this tension could be solved with one good make-out session. Just saying."

Before I could react, Logan's fist flew faster than I could blink, landing squarely on Wade's jaw. Wade stumbled back, clutching his face in shock.

"Logan! What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled, rushing forward to check on Wade, who was now rubbing his jaw with a laugh.

Logan didn't say a word, his face a mask of barely contained fury. "I'll wait outside," he muttered, turning on his heel and stalking out of the apartment.

I watched him go, my heart pounding, a mix of anger and confusion swirling inside me. Wade let out a low whistle, grinning, "Man, he's got it bad," he said, shaking his head. As Logan stormed out, I turned to Wade and smacked him on the shoulder. 

"Ow!" Wade exclaimed, but the exaggerated tone in his voice made it clear he was only pretending to feel pain. His grin widened as he rubbed his jaw, clearly unfazed by the punch. 

"Really, Violet? After Logan sucker-punched me, you're gonna pile on?"

I rolled my eyes. "You deserved it, and you know it."

Wade just laughed, the mock pain quickly forgotten. "Totally worth it, though. Did you see the look on his face? I've never seen him that riled up—priceless!"

I couldn't help but crack a small smile, though I was still annoyed. "You're impossible, Wade."He winked at me. "And that's why you love me."

We made our way outside to the waiting taxi, where Logan was already sitting in the front seat, staring straight ahead. Wade glanced at him and then back at me, a smirk forming on his face. 

"Damn," Wade whispered loud enough for only me to hear, "he must be really mad if he can't even sit next to you."

I shot him a look, both annoyed and concerned, but didn't say anything as I slid into the backseat. Wade followed, still grinning like he was enjoying every bit of the tension.

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Dopinder dropped us off a good distance from the warehouse, right behind a patch of overgrown bushes. The yard surrounding the building was wide open, so we'd have to be extra careful about making our approach. 

As we crouched behind the bushes, Wade surveyed the scene with a grin that told me he was already thinking up something dramatic. He turned to us, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Alright, team, listen up: We're all going in, taking out anyone who so much as looks at us funny. And trust me, it's going to be spectacular."

He pointed toward the warehouse with a flourish. "Once we've turned this place into our personal Marvel action movie set, we'll find the weapons. And you can bet I've got a few tricks up my sleeve to make sure we leave a lasting impression."

I raised an eyebrow. "Wade, we're supposed to keep this low-key, remember?"

Wade waved a hand dismissively. "Sure, sure, low-key—except for the part where we make everything go boom. You know, just to keep things interesting." He winked. "After we've secured the goods, I'll call my supervisor to come and pick up the pieces."

Logan just grunted, clearly resigned to whatever chaos Wade was about to unleash.

Wade's grin widened. "Alright, let's go give these fuckers the show of a lifetime. And hey, if we're lucky, there might even be some fireworks."

With that, we moved out from behind the bushes, Wade already plotting his next big explosion as we made our way toward the warehouse.  

The plan was going smoothly—almost too smoothly. We had taken down the guards outside with minimal noise, and the fighting inside the warehouse was in full swing. It was chaotic, with punches, kicks, and the occasional dramatic flair courtesy of Wade. But then, as I was taking on one of the last guards, a sharp pain shot through my arm.

I staggered back, gritting my teeth as I looked down to see blood seeping through my sleeve. I'd been hit.

Logan was at my side in an instant, his eyes wide with concern. "Violet, you're hit!"I shook him off, the pain making me wince. "I'm fine," I snapped, pushing myself to my feet. "It's just a scratch."

Without waiting for a response, I turned and threw myself back into the fight, ignoring the throbbing in my arm. Logan stood there for a second, stunned by my determination, before shaking his head and following me back into the fray.

After taking down another guard with a swift kick, I retreated to a quiet corner of the warehouse. The pain in my arm was throbbing, and I knew I needed to take care of it before it slowed me down any further. I found a moment of respite behind a stack of crates, out of sight from the chaos, and focused on my wound. 

Placing my hand over the injury, I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling the familiar warmth of my healing powers flow through me. The pain began to fade as the tissue knitted back together, the bullet wound closing as if it had never been there.

Meanwhile, Logan and Wade were still in the thick of the fight. Logan was a blur of motion, his claws slicing through the air with deadly precision. He moved with an almost primal intensity, taking down anyone who dared come near him. His eyes flicked to me occasionally, ensuring I was safe, even as he fought off multiple attackers.

Wade, on the other hand, was in his element. He dispatched guards with a flair that was almost theatrical, mixing brutal efficiency with a twisted sense of humor. One guard got a boot to the face, another was sent flying with a well-placed explosive, and all the while, Wade kept up a running commentary of snarky remarks and taunts.

"Come on, guys, I was hoping for more of a challenge!" Wade shouted, dodging a swing from one of the remaining guards and delivering a swift counterpunch. He spun around, firing off a few rounds with pinpoint accuracy, the guards dropping like flies. "Seriously, this is just embarrassing for you!"

As the last few guards rushed at them, Logan and Wade worked in tandem, a seamless display of brute strength and chaotic precision. Logan took the lead, his claws flashing as he tore through the opposition, while Wade provided cover fire, his bullets finding their marks with deadly accuracy.

Within minutes, the warehouse was cleared. I walked over to join Logan and Wade, stretching my arm as I moved, making sure the healing had done its job. The three of us began to search the warehouse for the weapons, moving cautiously through the dimly lit corridors. 

As we turned a corner, something caught my eye—a hidden door partially concealed by a stack of crates. Wade nudged the crates aside, revealing a keypad. Logan cracked it open with a single swipe of his claws, and the door slid open, revealing a stark, white room that immediately sent a chill down my spine.

The room was unsettlingly clean, with a sterile, almost clinical atmosphere. It looked more like an operating theater than a weapons cache. Medical beds lined the walls, each equipped with heavy restraints. The metallic gleam of surgical tools laid out on trays added to the room's sinister vibe.

I walked further into the room, my heart pounding as a sense of familiarity washed over me. There was something about this place—something I couldn't quite place, but it felt disturbingly familiar.

"Does this place look... off to anyone else?" Wade asked, his usual bravado tempered by a hint of unease. He glanced around, his fingers twitching near the trigger of his gun. Logan's eyes narrowed as he examined the room. "This isn't just a weapons storage. They were doing something else here."

I nodded, my gaze lingering on the restraints. "This setup... it's not just for storage. They were experimenting on people here. Testing something."

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I took a step back, the memories of similar places flashing in my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling that this room was tied to something dark—something that connected to my past.

Logan noticed my reaction and moved closer, his voice softer. "You recognize this place?"

I hesitated, my mind racing as I tried to piece together the fragments of memories. "It's similar to places I've seen before. But I don't know why it feels so familiar..." We continued to search the warehouse, our footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. After a few minutes, we stumbled upon another door, this one almost invisible against the wall. I stepped forward and placed my hand on the keypad, using my powers to unlock the mechanism. The door slid open, revealing a room filled with exactly what we were looking for: weapons.

As we stepped inside, the cold, clinical atmosphere hit me again, sending a shiver down my spine. The room was packed with high-tech gear, but something else caught our attention—devices that were clearly designed for something far darker. Among the weapons were what could only be described as mutant torture devices.

Wade walked up to one of the shelves and picked up a metal collar, holding it up for us to see. 

"Well, would you look at that," he said, his tone oddly light for the situation. "This little beauty is just like the one they slapped on me in mutant prison. Suppressed my powers, brought back my cancer... good times."

He tossed the collar back onto the shelf with a nonchalant shrug, but the tension in the room was thick.

As Wade continued to joke, I scanned the room, my eyes drawn to something at the far end. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it—a stick, simple yet ominous, displayed on a pedestal. The label read Scepter. I moved closer, my breath catching in my throat as memories rushed back.

This was the same scepter that once held the gem—the very gem that had given me my powers. But the gem was gone now, leaving only the empty stick behind. I stared at it, the familiarity of the place washing over me like a cold wave. The smell, the sterile environment, the instruments—it all clicked.

"This is one of Strucker's warehouses," I whispered to myself, the realization hitting me like a punch to the gut.

Logan and Wade turned to me, sensing the change in my demeanor. "What did you say?" Logan asked, stepping closer.

I tore my eyes away from the scepter, my voice steadier now. "This place... it belongs to Strucker. He used it for his experiments. This scepter... it was part of how I got my powers."

Wade frowned, his usual humor gone. "So we're standing in the middle of one of that psycho's old labs? Great, just when I thought this place couldn't get any creepier."

I nodded, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "We need to get out of here—and fast. But first, let's make sure this place is destroyed so no one else can use it."

As the realization of where we were sank in, I turned to Logan and Wade, determination hardening my voice. "Stay back," I ordered, stepping away from the group. "I'm going to make sure this place is wiped off the map." 

Wade's eyes widened as he realized what I was about to do. "Whoa, whoa, hold up!" he exclaimed, throwing up his hands. "My boss wants the weapons, remember? We can't just blow everything to hell!"

I paused, glancing at Wade with a mix of frustration and urgency. "These weapons... they're not just dangerous, they're connected to something far worse. Strucker's experiments, the scepter—it's all part of it. We can't let anyone else get their hands on this stuff."

Wade scratched his head, clearly torn. "Okay, I get that, but the big guy is gonna be pissed if we leave here empty-handed. Can't you just blow up the creepy torture devices and leave the shiny toys for him?"

I considered it for a moment, my gaze drifting back to the scepter and the other weapons. I knew Wade had a point, but the thought of leaving any trace of this place intact made my skin crawl.

"Fine," I relented, my voice tight. "I'll take out the worst of it, but we're not leaving anything that could hurt anyone else."

Logan nodded in agreement, stepping back to give me space. Wade sighed, clearly still unhappy but resigned. "Alright, just don't take out the whole building. I'm not in the mood to explain that kind of mess to my boss."

I focused my energy, feeling the familiar surge of power within me. With a controlled burst, I directed it at the medical beds, the restraints, and the devices meant for torturing mutants. Each one exploded into pieces, leaving nothing but scorched metal and debris behind.

Once I was satisfied, I turned back to the others. "Let's grab whatever weapons we can salvage and get out of here before anyone else shows up." Wade gave me a thumbs up, clearly relieved. "Now that's the kind of compromise I can get behind."

After salvaging what we could from the warehouse and ensuring the rest was nothing but rubble, we headed back to the taxi. As soon as we approached, Logan slipped back into his usual spot in the front seat, his expression dark and brooding. He didn't say a word, just stared straight ahead with that familiar scowl on his face. 

I sighed, sliding into the backseat next to Wade. It was like the tension from earlier hadn't dissipated at all—if anything, it felt even thicker now. Logan's silence was practically deafening, and I could feel the distance he was putting between us.

Wade, sensing the shift, leaned back with a dramatic sigh. "Well, wasn't that just a delightful little field trip? Nothing like a good warehouse raid to bring everyone closer together," he quipped, though his eyes flicked to Logan with a hint of curiosity. Logan just grunted, not even acknowledging Wade's attempt at lightening the mood. The taxi began to move, and I found myself glancing at Logan's rigid posture, wondering what was really going on in his head.

Wade, never one to let things sit quietly, leaned over and whispered to me, "Y'know, for a guy who just survived a mutant torture lab, he sure knows how to hold a grudge."

I forced a small smile, but the weight of the evening hung heavy on me. Logan was still pulling away, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more going on beneath the surface—something that went beyond just the mission.

As the taxi sped through the night, I stared out the window, lost in thought, trying to figure out how to break through that wall Logan had built around himself.

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We pulled up to our building, the taxi coming to a stop in front of the entrance. Logan was out of the car before it even fully stopped, his strides long and determined as he made his way inside without a word. Wade and I lingered behind, watching him go, the tension between us heavy.

As Logan disappeared into the building, I turned to Wade, the weight of the evening pressing down on me. "Can I sleep at your place tonight?" I asked, my voice quieter than usual. Wade shot me a look, a mix of sympathy and exasperation. "Nope," he said flatly, shaking his head.

I frowned, not expecting that answer. "Why not?"

He gave me a small, knowing smile. "Because you need to talk to him," Wade said, his tone surprisingly gentle for him. "You can't keep avoiding whatever this is between you two. It's just gonna keep festering if you don't deal with it."

I sighed, the thought of confronting Logan weighing heavily on me. "He won't even look at me, Wade. How am I supposed to talk to him?"

Wade shrugged, his usual nonchalance returning. "That's for you to figure out. But trust me, hiding out at my place isn't gonna fix anything. Besides," he added with a smirk, "I've got plans tonight. Important, superhero-y stuff."

I couldn't help but chuckle despite the situation. "Fine," I muttered, knowing he was right, even if I wasn't ready to admit it.

Wade patted me on the shoulder. "Go on, V. It'll be fine. You've faced way worse than a grumpy Wolverine."

With a resigned sigh, I nodded and turned toward the entrance, steeling myself for whatever conversation awaited me inside. I walked into the apartment, the door closing softly behind me. The space was dimly lit, the quiet almost unnerving after the chaos of the mission. As I stepped further inside, Logan emerged from the bathroom, drying his hands with a towel. He didn't even glance in my direction, his focus fixed on the kitchen as he walked past me without a word. 

The silence between us felt heavy, thick with unspoken tension. I stood there for a moment, watching him as he moved around the kitchen, his movements deliberate and controlled, as if he were doing everything in his power to avoid acknowledging my presence.

Taking a deep breath, I decided that Wade was right—I couldn't let this go on any longer. I had to say something, to break through the wall Logan had put up between us.

"Logan," I called out softly, my voice sounding almost tentative in the stillness of the room.

He paused for a fraction of a second but didn't turn around, continuing to busy himself with whatever he was doing. My heart sank a little, but I wasn't going to let him shut me out.

"Logan," I said again, more firmly this time, taking a step closer to him. "We need to talk."

Logan didn't turn around as I spoke. Instead, he kept his back to me, his hands gripping the edge of the counter. "I have nothing to say to you," he muttered, his voice low and tense.  

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I felt my heart lurch in my chest, pounding so hard it felt like it might burst right out. My nerves were a tangled mess, like I was standing in front of a caged animal, unsure when—or if—it was going to lash out. The air between us was thick with tension, and I could barely breathe under the weight of it. But I knew I couldn't back down now, no matter how much fear twisted inside me. This wasn't just about what happened tonight—this was about everything that had been building up between us, all the things left unsaid. 

Taking a shaky breath, I forced myself to step closer, my voice trembling but determined. 

"Maybe you don't, but I do. We can't keep pretending this isn't happening, Logan. You can't keep shutting me out."

Before I could say more, Logan spun around, his eyes wild, blazing with a fury I hadn't seen in a long time. "What the hell were you thinking?" he growled, his voice rough and barely restrained. 

The intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming.

"You weren't careful! You could've been killed!"

 I stared at him, stunned by the force of his words. "Logan, I'm fine. It was just a bullet—"

"Just a bullet?" he cut me off, his voice rising to a roar that echoed off the walls. "This isn't a joke, Violet! You need to be more fucking careful!"

His words hit me like a physical blow, the sheer intensity of his anger sparking my own. After days of silence, he chose now to finally speak? To break the silence by yelling at me? My blood boiled, the frustration of the past week bubbling over.

"Why the fuck are you yelling at me!?" I snapped back, my voice sharp enough to cut through steel. "I wasn't being reckless—I know what I'm doing. And where do you get off ignoring me for a days and then suddenly acting like you care?"

Logan's fists clenched at his sides, his entire body coiled tight with barely restrained emotion. His eyes burned with something raw, something dangerous. "I couldn't stand it," he bit out, his voice thick with emotion. "Seeing him all over you, touching you like that... It made me fucking furious."

I blinked, confusion and anger battling within me. "Wait- you're mad because of some guy? Logan, I was just flirting. It's not a big deal!"

He let out a harsh, bitter laugh, his hands running through his hair in a gesture of frustration. "Not a big deal? Violet, it was driving me insane watching him put his hands on you. And you... you were just letting him."

The accusation in his voice was like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from my lungs. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of his words. "Logan, we're not together. I didn't think... I didn't know you'd care."

He turned away from me, pacing like a caged animal, as if trying to rein in the storm raging inside him. But when he turned back, the look in his eyes made my heart stutter. They were wild, desperate, filled with a longing that terrified and thrilled me all at once.

"Of course, I care!" he burst out, his voice cracking with frustration. "You think it's easy for me to just sit there and watch that? I've been trying to keep my distance, trying not to let this... this thing between us get to me. But I can't. I can't hold it in anymore."

His words crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless, my mind reeling. "Logan..."

He stepped closer, the space between us charged with a dangerous energy, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that sent shivers down my spine. 

"I'm jealous, Violet. I hate seeing other men look at you like that, touch you like that. It makes me want to tear them apart. But I've been trying to hold it in because... because you deserve better than that. Better than me."

I couldn't stop the sob that tore from my throat as his words sank in, my heart pounding in my chest. I reached out, my hand trembling as I placed it against his chest, feeling the rapid, frantic beat of his heart beneath my palm.

"Logan, you don't have to push me away. I didn't realize how you felt... but I care about you too. More than I've been willing to admit."

His eyes softened, the anger and frustration bleeding away, replaced by something tender and raw. "You do?" he whispered, the vulnerability in his voice nearly undoing me.

I nodded, a small, trembling smile tugging at my lips. "Yeah, I do. And I don't want to keep pretending I don't."

The air between us shifted, charged with a tension that was no longer filled with anger and jealousy but something far more intense. Logan's hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek as he leaned in, his breath hot against my skin. When his lips met mine, the kiss was a storm of desperation, need, and unspoken feelings, a collision of emotions that had been building for far too long.

The world around us dissolved, leaving only the two of us lost in the overwhelming intensity of the moment. His lips moved against mine with a fierceness that took my breath away, his hands gripping my waist as if he was afraid to let go. I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if I could fuse us together, as if I could drown in the wild storm that was Logan.

When we finally pulled back, gasping for air, our foreheads resting against each other, Logan's eyes were dark with emotion, his voice rough with need as he whispered, "I don't want to see you with anyone else, Violet. You're mine. And I'm yours."

I looked up at him, my heart swelling with a fierce, undeniable emotion as I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm yours, Logan," I whispered back, my voice filled with a certainty that left no room for doubt. "And you're mine."

The words between us lingered, heavy with a promise neither of us could resist. Logan's eyes were dark, a storm of emotions swirling within them—desire, need, and something far deeper that made my breath catch. The space between us felt electric, charged with a tension that had been building for far too long. My heart pounded in my chest, my pulse quickening as his hands, rough and urgent, traced the curve of my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush against each other.

Without a word, Logan's hand found mine, his grip firm yet trembling with barely contained desire as he led me toward his bedroom. Each step was a battle against the overwhelming need that consumed us both, the air thick with anticipation. The moment we crossed the threshold, it was as if a dam had burst. Logan's mouth crashed down on mine with a force that stole my breath away, his lips demanding and possessive, claiming what he had fought so hard to deny.

My back hit the wall with a thud, but I barely registered the impact. All I could feel was him—his hands, rough and calloused, roaming over my body with a desperation that made my knees go weak. The scent of him, that intoxicating mix of leather, pine, and something uniquely Logan, filled my senses, making my head spin. I breathed him in, my mind clouded by the sheer force of my desire for him. It was more than just attraction; it was an obsession, a craving that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

"Violet," he growled against my lips, his voice thick with desire, sending a shiver down my spine. His hands slid down my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as he pressed me against the wall, his body pinning me in place. The raw strength in his grip made me feel small, vulnerable in a way that was intoxicating. He wasn't just touching me; he was consuming me, every stroke of his hand, every press of his lips setting my skin on fire.

I could barely think, my mind clouded by the sheer force of my desire for him. I had never seen Logan like this, so unrestrained, so utterly lost in his need. And it thrilled me. My pulse raced as he carried me to the bed, his lips never leaving mine, the kiss growing deeper, more desperate with every passing second. By the time we reached the bed, my entire body was trembling with anticipation, my skin flushed with a heat that only he could satisfy.

The moment we hit the bed, the world around us ceased to exist. Logan tore at my suit, his hands trembling with a need so fierce it left me breathless. There was no gentleness, no hesitation—only a primal urgency that matched my own. My suit fell to the floor in a tangle, and when Logan finally discarded the last of his own, I gasped, my eyes widening in shock as I took in the sight of him.

He was big—bigger than I had imagined, his dick thick and veiny, the sight of it sending a rush of heat through my body. My breath caught in my throat, my heart racing as I stared, unable to tear my eyes away. The sheer size of him was intimidating, yet undeniably arousing, and I could feel my body responding, the anticipation almost unbearable.

Logan noticed my reaction, and a slow, knowing smirk spread across his lips. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, my cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. 

"You're... you're huge," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breathless gasp. 

His smirk widened, a flash of something dark and primal in his eyes as he stepped closer, his hand cupping my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. 

"I'm going to make you feel every inch of it, Violet," he promised, his voice rough with desire. 

"And you're going to love it." With that, he captured my lips in a searing kiss, his hands gripping my hips as he guided me back onto the bed, his body pressing me into the mattress with a weight that made my heart race. The moment he positioned himself at my entrance, the anticipation was almost too much to bear. My breath hitched as he began to push into me, the stretch intense, almost overwhelming, but the pleasure that followed was indescribable.

"God, you feel so good," Logan groaned, his voice thick with need as he buried himself deeper inside me, filling me completely. The sensation was almost too much, the sheer size of him sending shockwaves through my body, making my back arch off the bed. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I tried to adjust to the feeling, but the intensity of it was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

"Fuck, Violet," Logan growled, his voice strained as he began to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, driving me wild with need.

 "You feel so right, so perfect." His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, making me clench beneath him, causing him to moan. I could barely think, my mind clouded by the overwhelming pleasure that pulsed through me with every movement. Logan's pace quickened, the force of his thrusts building until the bed beneath us creaked ominously.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling growl as he watched me with dark, hungry eyes. 

"You're so fucking beautiful like this, Violet. Falling apart beneath me." I whimpered at his words, my body responding to his every touch, every thrust from his balls hitting my ass causing me to pull his hair, making him moan. 

"That's it baby, just like that", his voice rough and possessive, only made the pleasure more intense. I was losing control, my mind a haze of need and desire, and all I could focus on was him—his scent, his touch, the way he filled me completely, as if we were made to fit together.

"Logan," I gasped, my voice breaking as I felt the tension coil tighter within me, threatening to snap at any moment. I could barely form the words, my mind consumed by the intensity of what he was doing to me. He was driving me insane, his pace punishing, and I could feel the bed straining under the force of our passion, the frame creaking ominously.

"Don't hold back," Logan urged, his voice rough with command as he thrust into me harder, deeper, his grip on my hips tightening. 

"I want to hear you, Violet. I want the whole fucking w- world to know you're mine." His words pushed me more into my edge. 

With a cry that tore from the depths of my soul, I shattered, my body convulsing around him as the waves of pleasure crashed over me, stealing my breath, my thoughts, everything. The world around me blurred, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the orgasm that ripped through me, leaving me trembling and weak beneath him.

As Logan neared his own release, I could feel the tension in his body coil tighter, the muscles in his back and shoulders flexing as he drove into me with a force that was almost brutal. His breath was hot and ragged against my skin, each thrust more desperate than the last. And then, just as he was on the brink, I felt it—the unmistakable sensation of his claws extending, his grip tightening on my hips as he lost control. The sharp tips of his claws brushed against my skin, not cutting, but a reminder of the raw power he held.

"Fuck, Violet... I can't—" Logan groaned, his voice raw, and with one final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his release tearing through him like a storm. He came inside my pussy, filling it all up. The force of it sent shockwaves through both of us, and with a loud, splintering crack, the bed beneath us gave way, collapsing under the sheer intensity of our lovemaking.

We tumbled onto the floor in a tangle of limbs, the sudden drop knocking the breath from my lungs. But neither of us could stop the laughter that bubbled up in the wake of our passion, a wild, breathless sound that filled the room, mingling with the ragged gasps of air we both struggled to take.

Logan rolled over, pulling me into his arms, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The claws retracted as he held me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering against my skin. 

"I think we broke the bed," he said, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and disbelief. I laughed, a sound filled with exhaustion and contentment as I curled into him, my body still humming from the aftermath of our passion.

"I guess we did."

For a long moment, we lay there, tangled together on the broken bed, the aftermath of our passion leaving us both breathless and spent. But even as the world around us slowly came back into focus, the intensity of what had just happened lingered in the air, a reminder of the raw, unfiltered need that had driven us to this point.

Logan pressed another kiss to my forehead, his lips tender as he whispered, "You're mine, Violet. And I'm never letting you go." I smiled, my heart swelling with a fierce, undeniable emotion as I pressed a soft kiss to his chest, breathing in the scent of him that I was so obsessed with—the scent that was now forever linked with the memory of this night.

"And I'm never letting you go, Logan. Not ever. "And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, bound together by a love so intense and fulfilling.

The bed lay broken beneath us, the aftermath of our passion evident in the shattered frame and the wild, tangled sheets. But as the haze of desire began to fade, a gentle calm settled over us. Logan's breath was still heavy, his body a warm, solid presence beside me, but his fierce intensity had softened into something tender and protective.

After a moment passed, Logan shifted, careful not to move too quickly, his hands gliding over my body with a gentleness that was in stark contrast to the wildness of moments before. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and filled with concern as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

I nodded, still catching my breath, my body humming with the lingering echoes of our lovemaking. "I'm more than okay," I whispered, my voice soft but filled with the truth of it. 

Despite the intensity, despite the overwhelming force of what we'd just shared, I felt safe with him, cherished. But Logan wasn't satisfied with just my words. His eyes, those deep, expressive eyes that had held so much fire, now scanned my face, searching for any signs of discomfort. 

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice was laced with a vulnerability that tugged at my heart.

"No," I assured him, reaching up to cup his face, my thumb brushing gently over his cheek. "You didn't hurt me, Logan. You never could."

His shoulders visibly relaxed, the tension easing as he let out a breath he'd been holding. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled back to look at me again. 

"I'm going to take care of you," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet determination.

Gently, Logan untangled our limbs, his hands sliding beneath me as he lifted me effortlessly into his arms. Despite the broken bed and the chaotic state of the room, he moved with purpose, carrying me to the bathroom with a tenderness that made my heart swell. The scent of him, still strong and intoxicating, surrounded me, comforting in its familiarity.He set me down on the edge of the tub, his hands lingering on my hips for a moment as he looked at me, his eyes filled with a warmth that sent a shiver down my spine. 

"Just sit tight," he whispered before he turned to run the water, testing it with his hand until it was just the right temperature.

As the water filled the tub, he returned to me, His touch was reverent, as if he were handling something precious, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the way he cared for me.

Once the tub was ready, Logan helped me in, the warm water enveloping me in a soothing embrace. He slid in behind me, pulling me back against his chest, his arms wrapping around me as we settled into the warmth. The tension in my muscles began to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of peace.

Logan's hands moved in slow, gentle circles over my shoulders and back, massaging away any lingering aches. His touch was so tender, so full of love, that I felt a lump form in my throat. I leaned back against him, closing my eyes as I let the sensation of his hands, the warmth of the water, and the steady beat of his heart against my back wash over me.

"You're so good to me," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

"You deserve it," Logan replied, his voice rough with emotion. 

"After everything... you deserve this." We stayed like that for a long while, the room filled with the soft sound of water and the steady rhythm of our breathing. Logan's hands never stopped moving, tracing soothing patterns along my skin, his touch grounding me in the here and now. I felt completely at ease, completely safe in his arms.

When the water began to cool, Logan helped me out, wrapping me in a thick, warm towel before drying himself off. He led me back to His bedroom—or what was left of it—with a soft chuckle at the sight of the broken bed.

"Looks like we'll need to get a new one," he said with a grin, but there was no regret in his voice, only satisfaction. 

"We'll just sleep in mine," I said with a smile.

We walked into my bedroom, and I slipped into bed first. Once I was settled, he joined me, sliding in beside me and pulling the blankets over us. As he wrapped me in his arms, I felt the warmth of his embrace, a sense of comfort washing over me. I nestled into his chest, breathing in the comforting scent of him as he held me close. His hand stroked my hair, his fingers combing through the damp strands with a tenderness that made my heart ache with love. 

"Sleep, Violet," he whispered, his voice low and soothing."I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." And with those words, a deep sense of peace washed over me. 

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, cocooned in the warmth of each other's embrace. As sleep began to claim me, the last thing I felt was Logan's lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head, a silent promise of his unwavering love and protection. In his arms, I knew I was safe. And as I drifted off, wrapped in the comfort of his care, I knew that no matter what, we would face whatever came our way—together. 

Part 8: COMMITMENT

[gingerjolover]

Ariana! What are you doing here? - Julien Baker x fem!reader

Synopsis: soft!gf is doing jb's makeup on halloween and she just can't sit still (hc, soft!gf is pete 😭)

G's notes: okay like always, a bunch of requests combined! also had to throw in some switch!julien for y'all, she's a natl treasure

wc: somewhere around 1k (probs like 980)

warnings: RPF, makeup!julien, ariana grande!julien, subby!julien, soft!gf as pete, smutty-ish talk, no fundamental physical descriptors?

"You're going to poke my fucking eye out, princess," Julien grumbles, moving her head away quickly, her lips in an annoyed frown.

"Are you this difficult for the makeup artists working on photoshoots, or just for me?" you reply sassily, two fingers under Julien's chin, lifting her head up.

"Don't be a baby JB," Lucy says through the phone. Julien stares at the phone on the bathroom counter to her left, glaring at it as if Lucy could see her expression.

"Are you guys almost ready? We'll be there in like 10," Phoebe's voice carries through the phone.

"If Jay stops wiggling and actually lets me do their wings, we'll be ready by the time you get here," you grumble, causing Julien to pout.

"You're going to poke my eye out!"

"Baby, I do this all the time; I'm not gonna poke your eye out," you say, exasperated.

"We'll be there in 10, and then we'll pin her down," Lucy teases, Julien shaking her head quickly.

"No you will do no such thing, I'll-I'll stay still, I swear," Julien promises, staring straight at you, eyes softening when she makes direct eye contact. You smile softly, index finger and thumb gripping her chin as you pull her into a kiss; it's a small kiss but one you've put all of your gratefulness and adoration into. Julien feels it as you pull away; she knows how badly you want to make this costume work. Originally, she was stoked...when she thought she was going to be Pete... but the way your eyes looked up at her, smile so big when you had a plan where she was Ariana, how could she say no?

You're staring at her, a crooked smile on your face when you see her lost in thought. "I'm being still baby, just...get it over with, quickly," she grumbles again. You giggle loudly, holding her cheeks and jaw, very carefully (and expertly), drawing cute little wings on her eyes.

"Julien's being quiet which either means baby's killed her or she's finally sitting still," Phoebe snickers along with Lucy.

"Shut up, I can't move," Julien grits out, impossibly still.

Lucy and Phoebe laugh loudly on the other line, your giggles soft but matching theirs. "Don't laugh when you have that shit near my eye," Julien exclaims as you step back, looking at her face. Seeing Julien with makeup always throws you through a loop. "You look pretty," you murmur, Julien's face flushing instantly.

"Blegh," Phoebe gags over the phone.

"Shut up," Julien nags.

You grab the comb to start fixing her baby hairs, Julien's hair already fitted with extensions and a ponytail, a massive sweatshirt on her body. It's like she forgot the previous conversation because she can't stop squirming.

"Julien, sit still!" "My hair feels like 8,000 pounds, babe, my fucking neck hurts!"

"Listening to this is tortuous, you know?" Lucy comments, tone even, you giggle imagining her and Phoebe's deadpan faces.

"How did you guys get on with your costumes? Luce did you find some heels?" you ask, giving Julien a look, asking Lucy to speak almost as a distraction while you hold your girlfriend's head.

Lucy starts to talk about her journey to finding specific parts of her costume, Phoebe interjecting a few times. Julien squirms when you gel down her baby hairs.

You grab her chin, giving her a stern look, leaning into her ear. "Stop moving or you can forget about fucking me tonight, let me finish this," you sneer, voice unusually dominant. You pull back, Julien's eyes are wide, mouth parted open. You look at her with mocking wide eyes, a quick shake of your head as if to say "are we clear?".

"Yes, ma'am," Julien murmurs, both of your voices quiet enough not to be heard on the other line.

"Well, I'm glad you found them thrifting Luce. I feel like you got really lucky," you say sweetly, your voice returning to its soft tone. Julien feels like she has whiplash, her entire body heating up. First, how did you even hear what Lucy was saying? And second, why did you threatening her make her sweat? She clenches her thighs together, keeping her body as stiff as a board until you spray her hair with hairspray and clip in some barrettes.

"Okay, we are like 5 minutes away, so we'll see you?" Lucy asks.

"I'm coming in to use the bathroom," Phoebe says quickly.

"No problem, doors unlocked, see y'all soon," you say sweetly before hanging up, leaving Julien sitting on the bathroom counter as you go to grab her heeled boots.

Julien sits there stunned, watching you in the track pants and big t-shirt, hair up, big flannel swallowing your body. You come back, kneeling down in front of her, unzipping the heel.

"What?" you ask, eyes looking up at her. She can feel her insides stir, hating that all you have to do is look up at her for her briefs to be soaked.

"Nothing, I'm being still," Julien says cautiously, pausing between each word as if she's never spoken before. The threat of not ending the night between your thighs enough to keep her still and quiet.

You scoff softly, shaking your head as you get her feet into the boots. You hold out your hands, helping her hop down, letting her get used to standing taller. You start to clean up behind her, her hands in the sleeves of the sweatshirt.

"I was really still there, at the end...I-I did really good," she says, almost like she's trying to convince the both of you.

"Oh, you were being good? Is that what being good is?" you say, throwing words she's said to you before back at her. Her eyes widen again, almost comically, jaw dropping softly.

You turn around, giggling, your usually dominant girlfriend absolutely dumbfounded. "Your makeup looks pretty," you murmur, kissing her lips softly. She eagerly presses herself against you, chasing your lips. You laugh as you pull away, wiping her lips with your thumb. "Maybe if you're good tonight, I'll ruin it later."

[vampireimiko]

Hi I really enjoy your work. I wanted to ask if you could do a fem! black! fluff reader for A-Train? Thank you!

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warnings, angsty somewhat in the beginning but it gets better in the end!

note, i have had this already written for 3 days i just couldn't find time to post it😭 also no title cause i could not for the life of me figure out what to name this fic

The all-too-familiar sound of a train speeding by jolted you out of your thoughts. The rumble vibrated through the walls, a constant reminder of his world and yours colliding. You closed your book, the pages crinkling softly in your grip, and looked up to see Reggie standing in the doorway, a confident smirk on his face.

"Hey, baby," you said with a warm smile, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. Rising from the bed, you crossed the room with light steps, the floorboards creaking softly beneath you. As you reached him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him while his arms landed around your waist, the familiar taste of adrenaline and electricity on his lips. After a while the two of you pulled away.

"Well, someone missed me," he said softly, looking down at you."Every second you're gone feels like an eternity," you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you looked into his eyes. There was something different about him tonight, a hint of fatigue hidden behind his usual bravado.

"Rough day?" you asked, concern lacing your words as you gently caressed his cheek.

"Yeah," he admitted, his shoulders sagging slightly. "The usual hero stuff, but it gets to you sometimes, you know?"

You nodded, understanding the weight he carried. "Come on, let's sit down," you suggested, leading him to the bed. As he sat down, you joined him, your hands never leaving his.

"It's just... sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "All the running, the saving, vought on my ass all the time, the pretending everything's fine."

"You don't have to pretend with me, Reggie," you assured him, squeezing his hand gently and placing a reassuring kiss on his cheek. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

"You see, this is why I love you, girl," he said, giving his signature charming smile before playfully diving onto you, making you lay back on the bed. His weight pressed down on you, but it was comforting.

You laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Oh really? And here I thought it was my incredible cooking skills," you teased, poking his side.

"Yeah, that too..." he said, his gaze softening. "How about we take a trip somewhere? Just you and me, away from the Vought bullshit."

Your eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Really? Where do you have in mind?"

He shrugged, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Anywhere. Somewhere quiet and far away from all this. We could go to a beach, a cabin in the mountains, wherever you want."

The thought of escaping with him, even for a little while, filled you with excitement. "A beach sounds perfect," you said, imagining the two of you basking in the sun, the sound of waves crashing in the background.

"Just us, the ocean, and no distractions." Reggie smiled, leaning in to kiss you softly. "It's a plan, then. We'll leave as soon as we can."

additional note ! this is DEFINITELY not my best work, but i really just wanted to get something out just to start writing again 😭🫶🏾

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