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viennakarma · 4 months

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Drunk calls

Fernando Alonso x Reader

Summary: You're drunk on your night out and accidentally call your boss, Fernando.

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: Female reader, drunk reader, fluff, Nando comforting reader, boss x employee relationship, not beta read

Relationships: Fernando Alonso x Reader

Notes: Anon requested drunk reader and sober nano, so i just ran with it and wrote a little something while on hangover from the new year party. (Also that ONE pic George Russell posted of him and Nando!!!!)

Hope you enjoy it, Anon!

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As you left the toilet, you felt your legs wobbly as you supported yourself on the wall. You had been clubbing with your friends for a couple of hours now, but a few minutes ago you couldn’t find them, and you looked all around.

Pulling your phone from your purse, you called your bestie to try and find out where she was. As soon as she picked up, you started talking.

“Hi, Hanna! Where are-” You hiccuped, “where are you? I think I’m too drunk now, I can’t find you or the girls, and my head is pounding already, and I can’t walk straight.”

“Y/N?” A male voice asked.

“Who the fuck are you?” You frowned.

“It’s Fernando, you just called me,” he said and you turned your phone seeing that you had actually called him instead of your friend.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, boss!” You said and immediately hung up.

Fuck, you drunk called your boss on your day off. That was most certainly grounds for a reprimand. You had been working as his assistant for almost a year now, and had only been super professional and dedicated to doing your work. You and Fernando had been friendly and settled into a great work dynamic. So accidentally calling him like this would probably cause problems for you.

You didn’t even have time or energy to blame yourself too long as your phone buzzed with an incoming call from Fernando. You immediately hit decline. But barely a second later he called you again. Shit, he probably would tear you a new one. You hit decline again. You started sweating, god, you needed to go home, you needed to eat and you needed to plan a big apology for the next time you see your boss again.

Then two texts appeared coming from Fernando.

“Where are you?” “Pick up the call”

And then he called you again, and you picked it up this time preparing for him to go off on you.

“Where are you?” He breathed loudly.

“I’m at a club with my friends,” you stuttered a little bit, both because of the alcohol and because you were worried he might fire you on the spot.

“You said you lost them. Have you found your friends?”

“No, not really. But it’s okay, I’m gonna go home already!” You hoped you were sounding a little bit more confident.

“How?”

“What?”

“How are you going to go home?” He asked, voice serious.

“I’m gonna call a cab or something. Don’t worry!” Please, sound sober, please sound sober.

“Send me the address, I’m gonna pick you up.”

“No, no! It’s your day off too, you don’t have to worry I’ll be fine! Really, I promise I’m going straight home right-”

“I wasn’t asking. Send the address.” He cut you off and hung up.

Cursing and sweating, you sent him your location, walking slowly to the exit, still trying to locate your friends. As you made it outside, you leaned against the wall, feeling a little better with the fresh gust of wind outside the packed club. You flexed your knees because your heels were feeling like a fucking thousand needles punching the sole of your feet. You should listen to your younger sister and start wearing sneakers to the club.

After a few minutes, you saw a scandalous rich man’s car pulling up and you knew it’s Fernando. He stopped by the sidewalk and came walking to you. He was wearing slacks and a white button up, simple but classy. You had seen in his schedule before that he was going to go out with friends for dinner. So that’s probably where he came from.

He didn’t look too pissed at you but he didn’t look happy either, his face was rather neutral.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he stopped in front of you. He was holding a water bottle, which he promptly opened and gave to you.

“I have been better, not gonna lie,” you said, and proceeded to drink almost the whole bottle of water.

“Why are you flexing your knees?” He asked.

“Because the heels are killing me.”

Silently, Fernando knelt in front of you and unbuckled the straps of your heels around your ankles.

“Off, now” he said, patting your calves, then offering you a hand so you could step out of the shoes.

“Jesus, thank you,” you mumbled, relieved to be barefoot finally, “I’m sorry, you didn’t have to pick me up.”

“I’m here already, quit whining,” he dismissed you, holding your forearm, “can you walk to the car?”

“Just give me a hand,” you asked, still a little unbalanced. You jolted a little when you felt Fernando’s hands on your thighs but he didn't touch you, he just pulled the hem of your dress down, since it was dangerously close to showing too much and maybe accidentally flashing everyone.

Fernando circled an arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his side, keeping you standing all the way to his car, holding your heels with the other hand. You looked to the side of his face, and you were suddenly hit with the realization that Fernando is really, really attractive.

“Damn, you’re handsome!”

It honestly slipped past your lips and you felt your cheeks warm up, embarrassed for saying that out loud, but Fernando only laughed a little, and kept walking you to his car, only stopping to open the door and put you in the passenger seat.

As you took the seat, he stared at your face, trying to catch any signs of something in your face. You blinked, staring into his beautiful greeny brown eyes, and he just huffed, pulling the seat belt and locking it around you.

When he finally started driving, the silence deafening, you looked at his side profile.

“Are you upset? I’m sorry! I promise I’ll behave.”

“I’m not upset. Though I will be a little annoyed if you throw up in my Aston Martin,” he said with a small smile.

“No throwing up happening anytime soon!” You raised your hand, held it in a cross and kissed it, “I’m actually really hungry”

Fernando clicked his tongue and reached for the backseat with one hand, pulling a Burger King brown bag. You smelled the food and you smiled.

“Oh my god! You’re a savior!” You opened the bag, which had your favorite burger and big sized fries, “this is my favorite!”

You ate quietly for a couple of minutes then a thought hit you.

“How do you know I like eating Burger King after getting drunk?” You said, and Fernando looked at you, opened the glove box and handed you a tissue.

“I know you well,” was all he said. He ended up driving you to his place, and you decided to question it.

“Why did you drive me here?” You walked in, sitting on the couch.

“What do you mean?” He looked confused.

“Ugh, never mind!” You stood up but the quick movement made you stumble and Fernando quickly held you in place.

“Careful!” He put both hands on your waist, in a way that felt very intimate.

You turned to face him, and he smiled softly, his hand now on your lower back. Then, you touched his eyebrow with the tip of your finger.

“I like your eyebrows.”

“Gracias.”

“And your beard too,” you cupped his face, feeling the roughness of his beard against your palm.

“Vamos, you need a shower,” he carefully walked you up the stairs and then inside the bedroom, straight to the bathroom.

Fernando turned you around and pulled down the zipper on your back. You gasped, holding the dress in place and turning to face him.

“You can’t undress me!”

He turned around, laughing.

“Ok, get in the shower and I’ll get you some clothes, eh?”

You showered, and when you left, a towel around your body, Fernando had left a small pile of clothes inside. There was a big t-shirt and sports shorts that you dressed. He also left you a toothbrush, which seemed very thoughtful of him.

When you walked back to the room, Fernando had changed into comfy clothes, and he was waiting for you sitting on the bed.

“Are you sobering up?” He asked.

And you just nodded, sleepy, crawling into his lap and snuggling into his chest, pressing your nose to his neck.

“Yup.”

“Then you remember who I am?”

“You’re Fernando!” He laughed a little, kissing the top of your head.

“No, amor,” he leaned back, cradling your face with one hand, and pulling your right hand with the other, “I’m your fiancé.”

Wide eyed, you stared at the big diamond ring in your finger. Then, you finally remembered, your fiancé, your beloved Nano. Who had been your boss sometime two years ago, and you resigned when you realized you had feelings for him. In the end, he had gone after you because he harbored the same feelings for you.

You ended up laughing out loud, so hard that there were tears in your eyes.

“God, I’m never drinking again!”

“It’s cute that you forgot like this,” he laughed too.

You held his face, kissing him softly. His hand ran up your back, under your shirt. You wanted more, trying to deepen the kiss, but he just held you back.

“Sleep now, eh? Tomorrow I will wake you up with besos.”

#f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso x you #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso

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thoughtsforsoob · 21 days

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delinquent bf!jake x f!reader

you two met when you were on the train, commuting to your morning lecture!

he was just standing there and minding his own business when he saw you trying to push away a much larger guy than you who kept trying to talk to you and touch you

he knew you couldn't get him away yourself so he took it upon himself to punch the guy and tell him to get lost and quit bothering you

the whole situation sent you into a panic attack and once jake was sure the guy was gone, he went over to you and assist you

he was so kind to you and even let you hug him tightly to ground youself

why was this handsome stranger being so kind to you?

your stop was nearing and you have finally calmed all the way down. you ask him how you could repay him and he only asks for you to go on a date with him

of coruse you accept and the rest is pretty much history

On that first date he took you out for dinner and for a walk around the river in your town.

He surprises you with flowers and he pays for everything! You insist on paying for something but he simply did not allow it. He would never let you pay for anything in your relationship

Jake was very much the “i want to provide for you” type of guy but he never put up a fight when you insisted that you were going to work too to support yourself because he loved your strength and independence

The delinquent side of his life is not something you know much about because he likes to keep it away from you

He doesn't want you to think differently of him if you were to find out how he beats the shit out of people for money and how he also sells drugs

If it weren't for this insistence that follows…you would've never found out about his ‘job’

You were leaving your job at the bookstore one evening and it was already dark

You didn't usually walk alone in the dark, jake always accompanies you or a friend but today, you had neither of those options as you were closing alone and jake was working

He offered to have a friend walk you home but you didn't know his friend much so you insisted that it would be okay

Jake did not take that for an answer at face value so he sent off one of his friends, niki, to keep and eye on you and follow you home from a distance to make sure you got there safe

Niki was following you from said distance when he noticed 3 men started to trail behind you and when he recognized who they are, he sent jake a text about coming immediately and ran up

One of the guys pulled you back by your hoodie and you gasped for breath. You were sure you’d die and that the last words you'd hear would be “your boyfriend beat the crap out of our boss. Left him in the hospital. Now you need to answer for his crime.”

Surely your boyfriend did not do that…he was the sweetest man you'd ever known. Hell, in the first month of your relationship, he would ask for permission to hug and kiss you! Now why would he ever put his hands on anyone else, especially in that way?

Niki socks one guy in the face, effectively knocking him to the ground which resulted in him letting go of you

Now the only things you could ask yourself were 1, why did this man say that about my boyfriend and 2, why are men always coming to save me?

You recognized niki’s face from the 2 times you'd seen him in the past. You’d told Jake to bring his friends to your apartment and you cooked them dinner. They were all friendly and sweet but you still didnt know them well or too personally.

Anyways, niki starts to beat this shit out of these guys and you’re scratching your head at how tf he's doing this all by himself.

Jake swoops in and when they see him, they scoff as if they weren't beaten to a pulp and ran off

You go to hug Jake just like that first time you both met and looked up at him with your big, watery eyes, “They said you hurt their boss? What is that supposed to mean bub?”

Jake let out a long sigh and looked down at you with his pretty eyes, “we can talk about this a bit okay?” you just nod and kiss him

You thank niki profusely and he was left red in the face, “it’s no big deal. You're Jake's girl so always expect to have us defend you as well. We care about you.” Best believe you’re red in the face too because this sweet guy just said that

You assure him that he's welcome at your apartment anytime and to call you if he ever needs anything. He agreed, letting you and jake leave to your apartment

You sit Jake down on the couch and notice, finally, his ripped t-shirt, scratched face and bloodied knuckles.

He explains everything to you and your heart breaks when you think of him getting hurt the way he does

Why would he hide this from you? This is a big deal and he didn't feel comfortable enough to tell you this?

Of course you question him and his choice to not tell and you and he gets a little upset at you for questioning him

He storms off from your apartment and you’re left there, crying and wishing he would come back

You don;t hear from him until 2 days later when he shows up at your doorstep, bloodied and bruised all over. He no longer had on shoes nor a shirt and his face was cut and bruised, his chest and arms covered in bruises and wounds as well.

Wordlessly, you usher him inside and start attending to his wounds

He starts to cry and you notice when you’re patching up his knee and feel a droplet of water on your hand

He lets out a hiss from the sting of the salty tear touching the wound on his knee.

You stop what you're doing and cup his handsome face, kissing his lip even if it was a tiny bit bloody

“I'm not mad at you, jake. Please don't think I am. I just feel sad that you couldn’t trust me enough to tell me about this. I just worry about you. What's going to happen when you’re not around hmm?” You give him a soft expression

He looks at you with his red, teary eyes. He looked so lost and upset. You felt your heart rip into a million pieces. You've never seen him so low.

“I didn't want you to think differently of me if I told you what I did for a living. I know it's not right and i didnt want to involve you and get you into trouble. Too late for that. For fucks sake, that guy was going to kill you just because youre my girlfriend!” Jake only cries more and you hold him close.

After patching him up and having him wash up, you bring him to your bed and hold him close to you.

Sure, he was bigger than you but he loved being held flush to your chest.

You whisper to him as he drifts off to sleep, “I love you no matter what. Even if you’re a little delinquent. You’re my little delinquent.”

Over time, you continue to go to school and you finally graduate! You best believe jake went all out and got you the best gift ever…an apartment overlooking the city…just like you always wanted

When you start working, he slowly starts to detach himself from the business he was into and started to look for a new job, which was not easy given his past

He found a cafe that was willing to hire him and give him a second chance and he was happy to work there!

You start working at a high school so you have early mornings

Jake helps you by making your lunches everyday and packing you little snacks also

He packs in little notes too with i love yous and words of encouragement thrown in there are well

He never thought he'd settle down like this but he finds himself loving this life style

Once he's able to sever all ties to his past life (except for his ties with the boys because those are his best friends) he asks you to marry him

The both of you plan a small wedding with just close family and friends

He buys you a pretty dress and lets you pick a theme and decorations and everything

He wants this day to be memorable for you because he thinks you deserve the whole world

#enhypen x reader #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen jake #jake sim #jake x reader #Jake fluff #jake imagines

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starillusion13 · 2 months

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Hi! Your fics are so good! specially the ot8xreader fic 💖💖💖

Can i also request ot8xreader, you suddenly disappeared and they thought you ran away (with their money and jewelries) and betrayef them but in reality one of their female employees leads you to nowhere and tried to kill you (because she is jealous and wants the boys for herself) she make it looks like you ran away to make the boys mad at you but you are laying in hospital bed comatose for months. one of boys/or member of the mafia saw you in hospital when they tried to smuggle medical equipments and report it to ateez.

I hope it make sense 😅 Thank you

You are our Home

Pairing: Mafia! Ateez x f!reader

Genre: Angst, Mafia, Fluff

W.C: 8.2k

Warnings: arguments, regret, trust issues, cheating(?), hints of torture, mention of cuts and wounds(just the pain not detailed), mention of hospital and mafia business and deals, traumas and betrayals, comatose, stroke, nausea, scared, crying, lies. A lot shit is going on in the fic.

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Note: Thanks for reading and reblogging. I appreciate all of your reviews and feel free to text me if you want. Spread love to others, not hate. I don’t know what’s up to with the requests coz all are Angst at this point. But I have included fluff here. Clap your hands👏.

“Are you sure she is not home?”

“Seonghwa, I have gone there myself to check the whole place. Even few of her things are missing. Something is not setting right here.” Hongjoong’s impatient voice echoed through the speaker in the room. The members round the table were all attentive to the conversation between the two older ones. “Yeosang is tracking her id but he couldn’t find anything important. And what about San? Did he come back?”

Hearing the question, Seonghwa looked towards Wooyoung who shook his head and the older one sighed before delivering the message to their leader on call. Before hanging up the call, he informed the three members to come back to their office for further discussion about you. They last heard your voice yesterday evening when you were asking them if they would return yesterday or the next day. They didn’t know that the next day, instead of finding you waiting for them at the parking lot, they will be greeted to an empty cabin.

Usually, whenever they go to overseas missions, you pass on it because you intend to maintain all the procedures in the office and home. They respect your thoughts and opinions a lot so they never said anything on those way of thinking. Just like other trips, they bid goodbye to you and they went off to the designated country. When they reached there, you had a video call with them and they assured you that they would return soon—one month would pass in a blink. But maybe something went wrong. With the passing of days, you became distant with them, not picking up their calls or maybe just leaving a short text message ‘I’m busy’ and your close employee friend, Amy supported your side, telling them that the company had some issues ongoing with money and she also sent them all the details where it was always your duty to do it. Generally, they didn’t mind but they were worried for you overworking yourself so they told Amy to look after you. She assured them that she would be always by your side and would manage to do the most of the works.

Today, it was their day of return and last evening hearing your voice over the call made them impatient to come back home soon. They wanted to talk to you a lot but somehow you were not in a mood to hold a long conversation with them and so they didn’t ask you anything much. It was okay because they knew very next moment you will be in their arms and then they will keep you away from workloads for a while. But who knew, you won’t be anywhere in their surroundings.

San slammed the door open and glared at the ones present inside the room. The one who was sitting near the door rolled his eyes, knowing his over-dramatic acts like usual but when he caught his gaze, he could see the fire in his eyes.

Seonghwa raised his brow from the end of the table, “What happened, San?” Wooyoung and Mingi close to him were also watching San shuffling his hairs in anger and threw the glass from the table beside Jongho, who was already annoyed with him from earlier.

“Where is Hongjoong?”

Wooyoung was quick to reply, “He was on a call with us almost an hour back. They went to our home and then they will stop by the store to pick up some packages. They will be back soon.” Mingi nodded and went back to check some important news, displaying on his phone screen.

“Who else has the access to the shared account?”

“What do you mean by that, San? You know we don’t use that account and it’s only get handled by y/n. after she returns, you can ask her about it if it has any problem.” Seonghwa said it calmly but he could see the impatient and a flick of rage in the man’s eyes. San again picked up a glass but got stopped by Jongho, “don’t throw it again.”

They glared at each other before gulping down the water and he turned towards the oldest one.

“did she tell anything about transacting large amount of money? You know the account is empty as well as the spare account doesn’t have any money. The locker with the expensive jewels in her cabin is also empty. Why does she need so much of money all of a sudden?”

Everyone was shocked on hearing him. You needed money and for what? Nobody had any sort of hint that maybe you were going through some rough days, they would have consulted things with you. They would have tried to make you relax but no—you kept everything to yourself and didn’t tell anything to them. You were in some trouble and the thought itching their mind to ask you about it.

“her phone is still switched off.” Jongho sighed and sat on the couch beside Mingi who glanced at the clock.

San sat beside Wooyoung, “What’s even going on? There is no news of her whereabouts. She is not picking up her calls and now all these moneys and jewelleries are missing. I want her to explain me everything right now.”

“San, calm down. I am sure she has her own reasons for this.”

“And when do you think will she return, Mingi? Are you sure we are just going to sit and wait for her?”

Before the other could say anything, the door slammed open and Hongjoong entered furiously with Yeosang and Yunho trailing behind him. Neither of them appeared any less frustrated than the leader. Wooyoung was still staring at the door until it got closed by Yunho. He sighed and looked away—he thought you might enter the room with them and then would surprise them with a silly joke and the rest of the day will end up with you getting scolded but in the end you knew it was because they care for you.

Where are you?

“What’s the news, Yeosang?”

Hongjoong sat on his chair and ruffled his hairs, Seonghwa patted his back and looked towards the hacker who was being asked a question by the youngest.

“Nothing Jongho. We can’t find her anywhere. It’s still showing her last location was at the A.T.M and we checked the C.C.T.V but she was pretty normal when entering it and exiting the stall. I don’t why was she there-“

“to withdraw all the moneys from her shared account and the private one.”

Hongjoong raised his brows at San, “why do you think so?”

“Amy showed me all the past transactions from her side. She might not have withdraw all the money in person but has transferred to some other accounts.” He signalled Yeosang to open his laptop and the one was quick in action, “Can you search the accounts that are connected with hers where the money got transferred?”

Yunho scanned the room, “but why did she need such large amount of money? I am pretty sure she would have told one of us if she was in trouble.”

Seonghwa nodded and walked towards the wide large glass window and stared at the city. He was trying to find your location in the chaos of the city, his eyes were roaming everywhere as if he could get a glimpse of you. He was behaving like a lost boy desperate for you to hug him. Maybe he was a the second in command after the most feared mafia leader, Hongjooong--- in the end it’s you with whom they are the real persons, they can be themselves. Tears flowed down his eyes and he didn’t notice that Wooyoung was standing behind him and suddenly patted his back. He himself was fighting the urge not to break down.

Hongjoong glanced at them across the room and sighed.

Mingi put down his phone and the typing of the keyboard was heard along with some frustrated groans. Jongho spoke up, “San told us that the jewelleries are also missing from her lockers.”

“What? Even her expensive items from her room were also missing.” Hongjoong was surprised that you were missing for so many hours and then all those money and other expensive items were missing too.

Yeosang shut his laptop with a groan and glared at the device. San beside him asked what happened but the news they got was not what they were expecting.

“She has been transferring money for last 6 months and for the last one month, she has spent money on some expensive trips and buying properties. The two accounts where the moneys are being transferred are highly protected with firewalls. I can’t access to it. It only seems like it’s been handled and protected by hackers from other mafia groups.”

Mingi furrowed his brows, “mafia groups? Why will she be transferring money to other mafias?”

Hongjoong pocked his cheek with the tongue, “she doesn’t usually spend such amount of money at once. And according to her schedule, she was pretty much busy with her work-loads.”

“yeah, Amy was always the one asking us if we needed any kind of help and giving us updates on her because she was busy with some events outdoor. Can you give me her schedule for once?”

Yeosang nodded and searched for the schedules Amy sent him and delivered it to Yunho who was quick to open it and read the routines. His creased eyebrows got noticed by Hongjoong, “what happened, Yunho?”

The man shook his head before turning the laptop from Yeosang towards him from across the table and quickly typed something. Everyone was watching his actions and Jongho was peeking at the screen from beside him, “why are you searching these companies?”

Hongjoong raised his hand to let him do his work. After a couple of minutes, Yunho clenched his jaw and shut the screen before turning towards the leader, “I was right.”

“what?”

“these companies: first FACT CHECK enterprise didn’t have any events because they were overseas with us, next ORANGE FATE didn’t held any events for last few weeks and SEVENTEEN has no updates. This only means she didn’t have anything according to her schedules and some same schedules are repeated again and again. Without getting anything solved, everything is appearing to be more puzzled.”

Jongho patted Yunho’s back and turned towards the leader, “we should call Amy and ask her.” The leader nodded and Mingi quickly dialled her number to ask her come to their room. Seonghwa and Wooyoung also returned to their places and waited for her.

As soon as Amy got the call, she skipped towards the room and entered the door with a worried expression. The boys looked at her and noticed her worriedness but Hongjoong asked her not to panic and let her sit on the chair beside Yeosang where you were supposed to sit in other times.

She sat on your chair.

She smirked to herself. Second step achieved, including her in the meetings. First step was already going pretty well when they were calling from overseas to know the daily updates of their place from her---apparently you were busy.

Sitting down slowly, she clasped her hands and Yunho noticed her heavy breaths. They all turned towards the leader when he spoke up, “where were you all these days?”

She bit her lips and tugged her hair behind her ear. She nervously glanced at everyone when Jongho offered her a glass of water. She thanked him and quickly gulped it down, taking few breaths she proceeded, “I-I was working here in the office and then keeping you all updated.”

“where was she? You were not with her?”

“y-yeah I was with her but only when she was inside the building. She was always busy outside.”

“where did she go?”

“the events. I don’t know anything in details because everyday she was late to office, complaining that how tired she is and then going out frustrated. Trust me, I thought you all should know about it because why she will tell me anything.”

“do you know why she needed money? Was she in trouble?”

She paused before glancing at them and then looked down, “n-no. I don’t know. If this was known by me. I would have told you all about it.” She started sobbing and looked up, “I am worried for her. I hope you all find her soon and I will get my friend back.”

Yeosang patted her back and everyone felt bad seeing her cry because she was really close with you and you enjoyed her company so much that they could feel her loneliness and concern when you were missing. She excused herself and Jongho went with her because they didn’t want others to know about the situation yet and she needed someone by her side because of her being oversensitive.

The next two weeks they had done everything possible to reach your location but you were nowhere as if your presence was vanished from the universe. There were no sign of kidnapping because there was no call from any mafia groups, no threats from any rivals and everything was normal and in place without you. It seemed like you never existed but yeah, the employees started asking about your absence and that led to them getting hold of the reality. The news was quick to spread everywhere, to every corner of the city.

Amy became closer to them and she was handling all your works. Them consulting few things with her, of course it was a great achievement for her. At some point, some members were losing hope to find you and becoming reckless. The leader was having a hard time in controlling them but he knew the emotions and conditions of his family because he was on the same boat.

With the passing of days, the chances of getting you back was disappearing and one more thing they were noticing, the strange behaviour of Amy. She was often seen zoning out and flinching to sudden people. They realised she was very traumatized with your disappearance. But a sudden parcel flipped everything upside-down.

Amy was sitting down with the parcel in front of her on the table and them scattered all around the room. Some were in disbelief and some were furious. She was crying and with shaky hands holding and looking at the things which they found out from the parcel.

The leader was hovering on her from the side and glaring, “Amy, What are you hiding from us? Tell me now before I lose my patience.”

She kept quiet and staring at the pictures. You were laughing with a boy, receiving gifts from him, partying at a club with him and kissing and also, you were on a trip for a week with him. It was definitely you, there was no editing and the details were pointing out that you were really not present at home or at office on those days and it only made it clear that there was lot going on behind their back.

“Amy! Speak up!”

She flinched and wiped the tears.

“she was meeting this boy everyday.”

The boy was familiar to them, Lee Heesung from Orange Fate Limited. They often had meetings and events with them. They were not on a term of rivals but were on an agreement of allies because of their head departments.

Seonghwa said darkly, “Continue.” San clenched his fist with every words coming from her mouth.

“she told me not to say you all anything that she was……she was cheating behind you all. She was with you because you all are too naïve that you trust her so much. She threatened me that she would kill me if I go against her. I couldn’t do anything because you all would have never trusted me but I tried to tell you so many times. I am only explaining everything today because its been a month that she has gone missing. But actually, she was planning to run away for a while.” She started weeping and Mingi comforted her. He was hesitant to be so close to her but why he should feel guilty when you didn’t think twice before doing such a thing to them.

They were sick worried for you only to get a parcel, maybe from their ally base that you were with their leader all these times. Yunho scoffed hearing the explanation and Jongho glanced at him before sighing and switched on his lock screen where he was hugging you from behind and both smiling at Yeosang who was behind the camera clicking the picture. A tear drop fell on the screen, just above your face.

He hated himself for missing you.

Mingi took her outside because she was scared and blabbering nonsense and was convincing them that she would bring you back and make you apologize. She explained everything how you were not busy due to workload but because you were going out with your boyfriend. The rage was building inside them with the thought that what more you had done with him other than kissing behind their back. All these past months when you were intimated with them, actually you were just using them as a stress reliever and maybe you were complaining about them to Heesung when you were making love with him.

Yeosang curled his fingers, nails scratching the leather of the chair’s armrest.

Woooyung asked his leader, “Are we going to bring her back? We going to-“

“We are going nowhere. She is not our concern anymore. If she chose to go away, to find love in someone else then let it be.” San growled.

Wooyoung shook his head and with pleading eyes he stared at the leader. He wanted to hear his thoughts and he was sure he won’t agree with San but he was wrong.

“No more discussion on y/n. she was not missing but enjoying her life.” He scoffed, “I wanted to believe that these all are wrong but no. it had to be true. Why had it to be true? She betrayed us. She played with out trust. There is nothing to keep up with this conversation.”

He leaned back into his chair and ordered everyone to leave. They were hesitant to leave because each one of them were sure that if they went off to their individual ways, they would end up doing something worse. But why should they harm themselves? It was you who betrayed them and then ended up breaking their hearts.

If someone had to regret, IT’s You.

Seonghwa halted at the door and looked back towards the leader who was glaring at your picture on the wall, “are you sure we are not going to get her?”

“Never. We are not going to trust her again. Let’s pretend we never met her. And Leave.”

Days went on and turned into months and they all were emotionless as if they only knew their missions and going back home, commanding others and then going back to their own life. No extra conversation with anyone. They even became distant among themselves and Amy was enjoying this a lot because afterall she was the who was spending most of the times with them, delivering the messages and information to them and their individual opinions to each other via her.

Jongho knocked at the leader’s bedroom door. It was noon and none of them went to office building, only Seonghwa went for an hour to check the updates and returned early. Everybody was at home but in their individual room, Jongho glanced at the door between Yunho and Wooyoung’s room. It was locked. In other times, he would often find music blasting from your room and then finding you dancing like a maniac.

“what do you need?”

“the medical kit is empty and I need to treat Yeosang’s wound from yesterday.”

“the ones in the cabinets in the upper rack?”

“nothing.”

Hongjoong sighed and pull off a jacket before exiting his room and signalled him to follow.

“where are we going?”

He stopped and glared, “of course to the base hospital. I definitely know other hospitals will freak out seeing us.” Jongho nodded to his statement and followed him.

Arriving to the hospital, they straight way went to the cabin where its pretty usual for them to appear often.

"Hongjoong?" The said man stopped in his track on hearing someone called him.

It was their rival gang NCT’s member standing in front of him. They never had anything against each other but they were allies with someone who was apparently their enemy.

"Mark. What are you doing here?" Jongho asked in a monotone voice to which the boy before him licked his lips.

"Dude don't think I'm here for any sort of mission. I work here as a part time worker like my leader forced us to keep a normal citizen profile as well, might help us in some ways."

"Why are you saying all these to us? I'm sure your leader won't be happy to see you being friendly with us." Hongjoong smirked.

Mark nodded and glanced at his surroundings expression turning towards them, "I didn't know y/n was in relationship with you all."

"What are you trying to say?"Jongho inquired him and he sighed.

"Hongjoong I heard that you guys were searching y/n but I didn't know how to reach to you guys because my leader strictly told me not to contact any one of you."

"What are you upto?"

"Do you know what happened to her?"

Hongjoong scoffed and glared at him, "don't interfere in our matters. It's all over between us and her so I would like you to get the fuck out of my way."

"So you trusted some bitch?" now it's Mark who was glaring.

"What do you mean?"

Mark held his wrist and dragged him towards a room. "what are you doing?"

"Please come with me. It's for your own sake."

Both of them hesitantly followed him and when he opened the door, they were greeted by the worst view. Their breathing stopped for a moment, they froze with the time. It felt like they were dreaming and oblivious to himself, Jongho stepped forward towards the bed.

IT’s You.

You were sleeping peacefully on the bed.

"What happened to her?" Hongjoong was holding back his tears and clenched his fist. Tears welped in his eyes. He was shocked to see you lying in front of him on a hospital bed with a white sheet covering your body and you were connected to the machines beside you. His eyes followed the bandages wrapped in different places which were visible to his eyes. He didn’t want to think anymore about it. He was clenching his fist that all these months he blamed you and thought that you betrayed them was just to find you in the hospital.

Did Heesung hurt you?

“She is comatose for last few months.” Mark stated, eyes fixed on you.

Hongjoong was glaring at you. Atleast at this moment he thought had it better if you were somewhere enjoying your life rather than being in coma.

Jongho who was kneeling beside your bed caressed your hand, “Why? Why is she in this condition?”

“That day when I was returning from the mission, she stumbled in front of my car. Dude she is not here because of that, I was not driving. Me and my friend were just chatting by the side of the road when she came to us running frantically. She was so scared and covered in blood.” Mark licked his lips and shook his head when he remembered the day.

“who are you? Why did you help her?” the leader asked the question but didn’t glance to his direction.

“I know it’s weird but we are childhood friends. After I joined the mafia gang and for the sake of my leader, I had to keep distance with her so that she might not get in trouble with this dark life but somehow she ended up with you all.” He sadly chuckled.

He continued, “I searched about her when I brought her to the hospital. I found out that she was related to you all and the first thought that came to my mind was that you did this to her. But then when I found that you all are searching for her, I was confused for a while but then gradually came to know the truth. Somebody has tortured her and her body was lacking nutrients and due to the deficiency of iron, she got a stroke.”

“torture? Who did this?” the leader was losing his patient with each word coming out his mouth.

“when I brought her here, she was conscious for few days. Yeah, I strictly told others that they should not let anyone to know about her and Taeil is her doctor. She was repeating some things like ‘Amy please don’t do this’ ‘I want to go home’ ‘help me’ ‘I will go away but please don’t hurt me’. according to the reports she is in vegetative state right now, she got a stroke when one day she was thrashing around things.”

A ring interrupted their conversation. Hongjoong was lost with your view and the words from Mark were sinking inside him. He was still processing that you were in front of him and on top of that, you were in a miserable state.

Somebody tortured you? Amy?

Mark broke his trance and urged him to pick up the call.

“where are you? We need to treat the wound and there is nothing in here.”

“Seonghwa, come to the base hospital and bring others too.”

“What’s going on?”

“Just do what I said. You will know when you reach here.”

“I think hearing some familiar voices or maybe something that can trigger the stimuli can bring her back to senses so I hope for the best. She is attentive to some responses and you all are my last hope.”

Mark patted his back and excused himself. He ordered some guards outside the door not to allow anyone inside the room except few members whom he will be sending soon.

Hongjoong stepped forward and with slow steps, he sat beside your bed. His shaky hands caressed your head, tears fell on you when he planted a kiss on your forehead. Jongho was still holding your hand on the other side and was watching your slow breathings.

“y/n……please wake up.” Hongjoong’s voice cracked and he didn’t know what to say anymore. He was angry, upset, hurt and moreover, he was dying inside. He couldn’t afford to see you in that condition.

They waited for a while. They were whispering so many things and tears flowing down their eyes continuously. They were lost after seeing your condition. The leader was confused that why someone had to treat you in this way when you did nothing in the first place. He was feeling to rip off the machines from you so that he could hug you and shield you from all the negativities that might be lingering around you.

The door slammed open and several footsteps could be heard entering the room when suddenly all the sounds paused.

“y/n?” Wooyoung was quick to run towards your sleeping figure, he pushed aside his leader and hugged your body, resting himself on top of you. He was excited but also confused after seeing you in that condition.

You were laying pale and fragile upon a sterile hospital bed. Concern etched deep lines of worry upon their faces as they gathered around you, their hearts heavy with fear and uncertainty.

Seonghwa glanced at you and then towards Hongjoong who was not even taking off his eyes from you. “what is this Hongjoong? Why is she here?”

He didn’t reply and when he turned towards Jongho, he stood up to give space to Mingi so that he could stand beside your bed. The youngest was not willing to leave your hand but still others needed to see you as well so he stepped towards Seonghwa, “she is in coma for last few months. Somebody had kept her locked up and tortured her.”

“what?” San glared at him. “what are you saying, Jongho? Who?”

“I don’t know-“

“Amy.” Hongjoong stated the name blankly and stared at Seonghwa. “Are you sure?”

“she was scared of her before she went into coma so that only proves she has something to do with her.”

Wooyoung’s grip tightened around you. Yeosang was beside him who was trying to comfort him but also wishing for you to wake up. He couldn’t believe his eyes that you were in front of him. He could feel your skin against his fingertips. Your faint breathing could be heard and it was the only hope, the only belief that you were with him, with them.

Yeosang caressed your hand and pressed a soft kiss, “y/n, look we are here. Wake up. We all are here to protect you. No one can hurt you. Please look at me, y/n .” he started sobbing and buried his face into the hold where your fingers were getting wet with his tears.

Mingi caressed your head, “y/n… we are here to take you home, doll. Please open your eyes. Try to hear my voice I am here.”

Wooyoung traced his fingers over the bandages and the healing cuts on your face. The beautiful face, the soft skin which always felt amazing against his and he never missed a place to kiss every inch of it. Now its all covered with cuts and bandages. “baby please wake up. Please look at me, talk to me.”

Three of them were crying surrounding you and the rest of them closely behind them were hoping to see your eyes fluttering open and to tell them what you went through. They were cursing themselves for once believing that you left and betrayed them.

They were hating themselves for believing that.

Yeosang pulled back Wooyoung and both of them sat on the couch to the side, the younger one was sobbing in his hold. Hongjoong nodded towards Seonghwa and the older one sat on the stool beside your head and held your hand, the leader stood behind him.

“y/n…can you hear me? Love we are all here for you. Look we found you.” Seonghwa gulped the lump, smiled sadly and continued, “We will get through this together. You need to wake up for me.” Hongjoong placed a hand on his shoulder to encourage him to keep going.

San moved forward, he was observing things from a distance and was silently praying all the Almighty to wake you up, to do a miracle so that he could see your eyes and smile again. Mingi stepped back to give him space and he kneeled beside you and took your hand in his trembling ones, the needles from the iv-drip and other machines piercing your skin and he was holding back the urge to rip that off because it might be hurting you. “Y/n……”

“I can't bear to see you like this. Please, wake up...please…I love you so much" he mumbled and planted a kiss on the knuckles.

“you need to see yourself. You are strong enough to come all these ways alone. You can fight more. You are no more alone, we are here for you.” Seonghwa pronounced every word distinctly so that you could hear them, understand him and atleast process slowly that you were not alone but surrounded by your loved ones. Your family.

Jongho slowly said to them, “Mark told us if we trigger a memory then she might wake up. She is responsive to some stimuli earlier. I don’t know what to do but please do something and wake her up. If not then she will be under more risk.”

“No! she won’t.” Wooyoung shouted and again stood beside you, “y/n, don’t give up on us like this. You cant leave us. I wont be able to live if I lose you. Wake up please.”

Yeosang stood beside him, voice cracking “ you are our heart y/n. just tell me what you need, I will do anything for you but don’t leave me please.”

Hongjoong gulped, “Y/n…remember the day we met, those happy moments which we cherish. I still think about them everyday even after the day you were missing. Please we have so much to do in our life. We love you.”

Mingi’s voice wavered, “We'll be here for you every step of the way, I'll fight this battle with you, y/n. Together, as one...nine makes one family.”

Your index finger moved a little in San’s hold. He was surprised, his breath hitched. He looked towards everyone but others gave him a confused look. he was smiling and holding your hand tightly and glancing between you and them.

“guys she can hear us. Her finger is moving.” His gaze landed on the last one who haven’t said anything after they had arrived. He was fuming but crying and San knew that he could do anything if he was quiet. “Yunho…”

The sterile white walls of the hospital room surrounded him, the heavy air which he breathing was filled with different emotions. But the only emotion that was tugging in every corner was the faint ray of hope.

Hope for you to wake up.

Hearing his name, slow and heavy steps took him to your side. Seonghwa who was still whispering some old happy memories paused and moved back a bit. Yunho stared at your face. The memory of you smiling at him and laughing at his jokes. You acting like a baby and always promising that he would protect you like your big saviour. But he didn’t. he broke his promise. He left you alone to fight and then you were fighting with your death.

He will kill every person who did this with you.

“Y/n, You're my reason to keep going. I…we won't let you go. Stay with me. I love you, Pearl.”

The familiar voices echoing inside your head.

Their voices.

Your family.

Nine makes one family.

You clutched San’s hand but quickly loosened the grip. You repeated the action. Their eyes not leaving a second of your form. Your dry lips parted slightly to seep through some air. The oxygen mask felt like suffocating the air.

Slowly, like tendrils of fog dissipating under the morning sun, consciousness began to seep back into your mind.

Your eyelids fluttered, heavy with the weight of slumber, as you struggled to orient yourself to the surroundings. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor echoed in their ears, a steady cadence that anchored all to the present moment.

With a groan, you attempted to shift your body, the sensation of stiffness and lethargy weighing you down like an anchor. Your limbs felt foreign, disconnected from the mind, as if you were a marionette being manipulated by invisible strings. Few deep cuts and wounds stinged, you whimpered at the pain.

As your vision cleared, you became aware of the figures standing by your bedside, silhouettes bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights. their faces had masks of concern as they observed your awakening. You couldn’t place the names with the faces.

Who are they? Do you know them? Why are you here? Wait…where are you?

You twisted your neck to every direction, an air of suffocation engulfing you and the memory of being locked up, bloods, wounds, cut and crying flashed in front of your eyes.

“baby…” Seonghwa’s voice made you look at him. Your eyes were filled with horror. They will hurt you again. An adrenaline hit you which made you feel to run away and save yourself. You were trapped and you needed to get out. You got rid of the oxygen mask.

“no…no…please don’t kill me…I..” you pushed yourself up, groaning because you felt your lethargic body was heavy with tons of weight, you wanted to move but still couldn’t. you started crying and retreated your hand back when you felt someone was holding it. San left your hand when he saw fear in your eyes. You were confused, scared and tired but still attempted to make a run.

Wooyoung’s voice choked with emotion, “baby you are awake…” you shook your head and twisted your body but Yunho was quick to make you still and you groaned when the wound in your waist sent a wave of pain throughout your body.

“please…leave me…I want to go home please…” you were crying and wiggling weakly under his hold.

Yunho was standind straight and engulfing your upper body tightly in his hold to let you cry and shout but he couldn’t let you go away when surprisingly he got you back from the edge of death, “shh shhh…Y/n, don’t cry please. I am here. No one is going to hurt you.”

Seonghwa patted your head, “we are going to take you home.”

“no…no…they they are waiting for me. Joong…I want to go to him…Hwa…Woo…please please.”

“baby, I am Woo. I’m right here.” You glanced at him. a memory of you fooling around and laughing with him flashed in front of him.

You shook your head and Yunho pushed your head against his chest and placed a kiss on top, “it’s me, Yunho. Love calm down.”

When you didn’t stop shaking, he held your face and made you look into his eyes, he was holding back his tears and still smiled at you, “I am here. Right in front of you. You are safe with me. Your Yuyu is with you.”

You stared at him and your actions slowed down. He shifted and sat on the edge and pulled you closer. “Yunho…” hearing his name from your mouth, he pulled you closer and caressed your sides, lulling you to calm down.

“yes, it’s me. we all are here.”

San placed himself on the other side edge of the bed to caress your back. Even though, they were sad seeing you vulnerable but somehow a relief settled inside them that you were awake. You were with them.

“Calm down for me. will you?”

Hearing his soothing voice, you clutched his shirt. Your tears were soaking it but he didn’t care about that, he just wanted you to not feel scared of them.

They knew it was a burden for you to take in your surrounding after waking up from coma after months. You took deep breaths and he could feel your trembling body calming down.

“Y/n. How are you feeling?” Hongjoong’s concerned voice echoed in the air, reaching your ears. Several nights you spent calling out his name, hoping for him to save you but you were alone. Your mind slowly and slowly settling down and you got a grip of your current situation.

You looked down to see yourself wrapped in a hospital gown.

You were in hospital.

“paining. It’s paining everywhere.” You mumbled and stared at Hongjoong. He stepped forward and softly cupped your face, giving you a warm smile.

“it will go away. You will be fine soon.” He kissed your forehead. Seonghwa stood beside him with a bright smile, his presence itself was giving you a blanket of comfort adding to the warmth from Yunho was hugging you.

Hwa nodded and removed the strand of hairs from your face and tugged them neatly behind your ears, “my pretty baby. Do you need something?”

You moved your head up and down slowly, he urged you to speak, “I..I want water.” He didn’t waste a second, quickly turning on his heel, walked towards the table to get a glass of water. You felt your throat was burning dry and you coughed.

San patted your back, “its okay. Take it slow. You are fine.”

Hongjoong wiped your eyes, “don’t cry, baby. We are here for you. Always.”

Wooyoung sat beside your legs and ran his hands up and down above the blanket. Even though he couldn’t feel your skin against his but he knew you were fine and with him.

You stared at him when Seonghwa gave you the glass, you gulped the water hastily. You coughed when you choked. Yunho and Seonghwa softly scolded you not to rush. Your gaze returned towards Wooyoung, you extended your hand and he intertwined his fingers with yours. Tears fell from your eyes. “you are really here...”

“Yes I am. For you.”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong moved aside to let Mingi and Yeosang in front of your view. They were trying their best to appear happy but they knew with just a blink, you would see them all breaking down. Mingi kissed your nose and gave you a tight hug, “do you want to eat?”

“I don’t know. I want to…go home.” You turned towards Yunho, “please take me home. I don’t want to stay here.” He nodded and wiped your eyes, “shh…we will go okay. We are waiting for the doctor to allow the discharge for you.”

Yeosang cupped your face to bring your attention on him, “we are going to watch movies and we will play tag game. How about that?”

You smiled and their heart melted seeing the small curled up lips, “yes. I would love that but I’m feeling so weak.”

Wooyoung chimed in, “You have to eat a lot to become strong and then we will watch movies and discuss your favorite things. You have to show us your favorite stories.”

Hongjoong chuckled, “You cant make her do that even now. She will still run after you because she always do her best to hide the things she read. But I’m curious too.”

Mingi raised his brows and nodded, “those are in English so even if I get a hold of it. I don’t know how to read them.”

Jongho laughed lightly, “deliver them to me. I will let you know about it.”

Seonghwa shook his head and laughed. The atmosphere was becoming lighter than before and they were glad that you were smiling with them. Jongho kissed your nose, “you need to walk more or you will feel more weak. But you should rest until the wounds are getting better.”

You nodded.

You were always an independent and hardworking woman and that’s how they got attracted to you. Every on the point decisions and single handedly and actively managing lots of works was never a small deal for anyone but they saw you doing it and they were impressed. When you got the offer to join the company, you didn’t know it belonged to a mafia base but what to do, when they told you about it, you were already in love with them. They were always honest with you and respected and even treated you like a queen. Their queen.

But today, seeing you so weak and vulnerable like a baby was breaking their heart into million pieces. You were hurt, you were scared and traumatized.

A groan escaped your lips when you shifted in your place and Yeosang made you still and Yunho helping you to sit properly, leaning your back to his chest. You turned towards San who was quite all these moments. He was still sitting on the bed close to you and rubbing his hands up and down your body. He wanted to feel you, to make himself belief that he was not dreaming but it’s the reality.

Yeosang with concerned eyes looked towards you and asked, “Are you okay? Where is it hurting?”

San urged you to speak, “tell us baby. Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere.”

Yeosang, the medic of the group knew he had to take care of you more after returning back home. Yunho massaged your side and it did wonder to relieve some tensions.

Your gaze fell on San’s hand, it was bandaged. Your eyes went wide and you looked towards others to scan them. Why are they hurt? You couldn’t find anything visible on Wooyoung, not even on Jongho but when you watched Yeosang fishing his hand inside the jacket’s pocket. You quickly grabbed it and caressed the bandaged palm. You didn’t notice it earlier.

“Why are you hurt? What happened?”

He shook his head, “nothing major.”

Your other hand grabbed San’s wounded one, “does it hurt?”

“no baby. Calm down. Getting hurt during missions is pretty normal.”

“don’t normalize these things. I don’t want you all to get hurt.” San hugged your side. “I’m sorry…”

“why?” his whisper fanned your ears, tickling you lightly.

Hongjoong frowned, “why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong, y/n.”

“but I am here…”

Wooyoung placed a finger on your lips, “don’t speak. That’s not your fault. You are safe and talking with us. That’s what we want right now.”

Seonghwa patted your head before announcing, “I am going to talk with her doctor…what was the name again?”

Jongho stated, “Taeil.”

“ah yes him. so Mingi and Jongho come along with me, we need to take some medical equipment as well.”

The two nodded and followed behind him before them sending smiles towards you. Your eyes followed them until they closed the door behind them.

“San…”

“hmm… tell me.”

“I don’t want to go to that office building. And you did got some pictures, right?”

Before he could reply Hongjoong interrupted, “no we are not going there anytime soon.” You nodded.

San furrowed his brows, “what pictures?”

“me and Heesung…”

Yunho pulled you closer if its even possible, “why? Why are you asking?”

“do you all trust that? I mean the pictures are real but…”

“but?” Hongjoong just needed some truth and the plannings he already made inside his head would be in action. “tell me y/n.”

“I was drugged and didn’t know what he did. Amy…she used me to get to get you all. She forced me to transfer money, to meet him, and so on. But trust me I didn’t want to do anything. I wanted you all. I wanted to go home. I still want to go far away with you all.”

“calm down, Y/n. we are not speaking about those things right now.” Yeosang shushed you and Hongjoong clenched his jaw.

He is going to kill her. He is going to torture her till the day she dies of blood loss. He wants to rip her heart out. Does she even have one? He mentally scoffed. He caught Yunho and San staring at him. they both smirked when they saw the leader was fuming.

The leader showed his dirty smirk towards them. They knew the hell was going to break loose for someone.

Seonghwa called Yeosang and asked him to tell others to take you to the car because they got the permission to take you home as Yeosang could manage the rest. He removed the needles and you winced but he was quick to tape the wounds. Wooyoung held your side when you tried to stand up. You felt your head spinning and nauseous hit you. Hongjoong quickly brought a mug in front of your face to let you vomit and Yunho held your hairs in a ponytail and patting your back, encouraging you to take it easy and you will be okay. Yeosang wiped your mouth with wet tissues and San swept you off the ground.

“you are not walking anymore. You need to rest and your limbs are still too weak to make you stand strong even for a second.”

You didn’t argue because you yourself were aware of your condition. As soon as you all left the room, people moved aside seeing the mafia group carrying a girl in their arms. Some had sympathetic look and some with curiosity whispering to each other. You felt awkward under the gazes and you buried your face in his chest. His laugh vibrated in your face and you could hear others chuckled.

Wooyoung ruffled your hairs, “silly.”

Reaching the parking lot, the others were already there. The fresh air hit your face, feeling lively and Seonghwa came in front, “are you okay?”

“I want to stay outside. Please.” You were whining like a baby in san’s arms.

One by one they all entered the car and you were laying with your head resting on Seonghwa’s lap and legs placed over San’s thigh. You pout when they didn’t acknowledge your request. Jongho stared at you, “what happened?”

“I said I wanted to stay outside.”

“didn’t you want to go home?”

You sighed and closed your eyes. Yes, you wanted to return home.

Hongjoong laughed from the passenger seat and Yunho spoke up, “we are going to the beach in front of our house. We will have our lunch there and spend the evening there as well.”

Your eyes fluttered open, “really?”

“yes.” Mingi assured you and joked to make you laugh.

San stroked your legs, “you are our home, y/n. I love you.”

Even if you wanted to go to the house, your home. It’s fine. Wherever they are, its your home.

They are your home.

“you guys are my home too. My world.”

[thanks for loving the ot8 fics anon <3. I hope you liked this one.]

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Pit Lane - Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!reader

Charles Leclerc x verstappen!reader

Requested? Yes/No - hello 🫀Could I request one that reader is Max Verstappen sister and is dating Charles. She isn’t a driver but is always in the pits for them.She suffers from asthma and in one career she has a really bad attack thats ends with her fainting and in the hospital because she couldn’t breath. Maybe it could be because her inhaler is empty and she didn’t have the time to get more.Would love to see how her brother, boyfriend, dad, friends (the drivers) reacts to the news

Thank youuu 🫂💕

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of accidents, Jos Verstappen if that counts…

Word Count: 6.2K

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Max was as overprotective as they come so when it came to light that you were dating his childhood rival and rival on the track he wasn’t exactly pleased. You were having a family dinner at your Mum’s when she asked you to quickly grab her a fork, obliging you left the table and also your phone by your seat. You were sitting beside Max who saw your phone screen light up as you left. Glancing over he saw a certain someone had sent you a text.

Char <3: Enjoy spending time with your family mon amour, I’ll call you when you’re home x

Max quickly snatched your phone from its spot just as you walked back into the dining room to catch him. His face was flooded with anger at the text he’d just read, something you picked up on the second you walked back into the room. Your brows furrowed as you spoke.

“What?” His eyes met yours at the sudden sound of your voice. “Why do you have my phone?”

“Why is Leclerc texting you?” He asked in a bitter tone.

“Sorry?” You tried playing dumb but Max could always see through your lies.

“Don’t lie to me!” He spat, holding your phone up. “Why the fuck is he calling you ‘love’? Are you two -”

“Max now is not the time.” Your Mum cut him off, staring at the two of you. “y/n just sit down, come on let’s just eat. It’s rare I get the three of you here for dinner at the same time.”

Victoria gave you a look, she knew. When you were younger Max went to stay with your Dad so he could pursue his Formula 1 career whereas Victoria stayed with your Mum. You were the odd one out. Max and you were always close, since the day you were born he’d always looked after you, he did the same with Victoria but he was just that little bit more protective of you but he had a reason to be. Being only seven you ended up staying with your Mum until you turned eighteen when you were finally reunited with Max for good.

Max quickly learnt a few drivers had taken a liking to you, especially Charles and Pierre. You’d met Charles before when he and Max would kart together. As a kid Max hated Charles, always complaining that Charles kept trying to push him off the track but as the two grew older they learnt to put their bitterness aside. You knew deep down that Max and Charles still had that rivalry, especially as they were now competing to be World Champions.

Moving in with Max meant going to every single one of his races, which also meant seeing Charles every single week. Normally he would always be accompanied by Pierre Gasly, a man who would flirt with anyone that took a breath whereas Charles was more subtle. It started out with small talk and then he’d show up to the post-race celebrations, get you away from Max so you could have a conversation that wasn’t just ‘hey, how are you?’. Conversations at the club turned into sneaking around with one another in hotels and the rest is history.

Max was yet to know about you and Charles. The pair of you had kept your secret from him for eight months. It hurt to keep it away from him, he was your older brother and the one person in the family that you could actually tell everything to well, everything but this. You knew if Max found out he’d lose his shit and you knew he wasn’t the cleanest driver on the grid at times. Part of you worried that if he found out he’d pull off a stupid stunt on the track and land the two of them in the hospital so you kept it from him.

“I’m not sitting here and eating fucking potatoes when my sister clearly has something going on with Charles Leclerc!” Max screamed, standing up and shooting you a glare. “What is going on between you and Leclerc?”

“Max please just calm down -” Your Mum spoke.

“Calm down? She’s been lying to my face!” He took a deep breath. “How long?”

You didn’t want an argument but you knew it would come eventually. “Eight months -”

“Eight fucking months?” His words were bitter. “Eight fucking months and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“You’d lose your shit if you knew! You can be such an idiot on that track and I don’t want you pulling some pathetic stunt that gets both of you killed!” You spat back.

“It’s not me you have to worry about crashing, that prat can’t even finish a race!”

“Don’t you dare start insulting him, not when he’s only ever spoken good things about you in the media unlike some of those drivers on the grid!”

“Yeah now I know why! He only done it to please you!” He ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t believe my own sister would go around with the man who’s considered my rival, you might as well be dating Lewis Hamilton!”

“Max that’s enough!” Your Mum snapped. “Both of you!”

“So is that where you’ve been going when you tell me you’re going to y/b/f’s house for the weekend? You’ve been with him? All those nights you stayed out late and asked me not to wait up, you were with him, weren’t you?”

“Of course I was Max!” Tears and panic were filling your body at the sight of Max’s rage.

“Why him y/n?” His voice now turned to pain. “Anyone but a shitty driver on the grid.” He slumped back down in his chair as you spun on your heel and left the room, feeling yourself getting short of breath you pushed your mother's bedroom door open and sat on the edge of your bed, trying to calm your breathing but nothing would work. Reaching for your inhaler you were able to steady yourself, calming yourself to the point of not feeling short of breath.

“He’s such a dickhead.” The voice of your sister caught your attention. She gave you a warm smile as she sat beside you, noticing your inhaler in your hand. “You need to take it easy, stress makes your breathing worse and you know that.”

“Rather hard when your brother starts screaming at you like that.” You leaned your head on her shoulder, closing your eyes as she wrapped her arm around you.

“I know but you know Max, can’t control his emotions to save his life… thank god he was never born a woman, imagine if he had a period every month.” You smiled at her words, letting out a light laugh. “Don’t worry about him, Charles is a decent guy. Mum likes him and Dad has always said he’s a good driver which automatically means he respects him. It’s just Max you’ll have to work on.”

“And what do you think of him?” You looked up at her.

She shrugged with a small smirk on her face. “You think you could set me up with Pierre now you and Charles are together?”

You laughed at her words before speaking. “I think Max would kill us.”

“Maybe so but I don’t think Mum would let him.”

Victoria continued to calm you down, meanwhile, your Mum was giving Max a lecture, almost like he was a child.

“Did you need to do that?” She set the food aside and gave Max a glare.

“I don’t want her around him -”

“Max she’s twenty-one, not a child. She can make her own decisions.”

“I’ve seen how some of these drivers act, I don’t trust them.”

“Does Charles act like that?”

Max pondered on the thought. “No…”

“Then why are you so uptight about all of this?”

“Because he might be like that.”

“Then that’s her lesson to learn. I’ve met him far too many times and even I can tell you that he’s not like that. He clearly cares about her and he was raised to be a polite and smart lad. You know that.”

“I still don’t like it.”

“Doesn’t give you the right to yell at her like that. She’s clearly happy with him, don’t you want that for her?”

“Of course I do.” Max gave her a sad expression. “But I want her to be safe.”

“Max,” Your Mum took his hand into hers, smiling at him as she spoke. “I know you care for her especially as she was always there for you at your races and when I and your father split it was hard on you both but you know deep down she isn’t going anywhere. He won’t take her away from this family, she’s still your baby sister.”

Max knew she was right but it was still hard for him. He missed being around his family and all he wanted was for all of you to be as close to one another as possible but that would never happen. People move on, Victoria already had and that pained him knowing everyone was slowly growing apart. With your parents split he never got to have what most children did, he never got to have dinner with the family every night, he never got to go on family days out or even just stay inside and watch a film with one another. It was something so small but something he so desperately longed for.

When it was clear that Max wanted to be a racing driver he never got a day off. He always had to train and that meant leaving you, his Mum and Victoria. So when you made the decision to move in with him he was over the moon. His Mum visited more and you were by his side. He had his family back, maybe not how he wanted but it was enough for him but the thought of you moving away to be with Charles meant he wouldn’t see you, Victoria or his Mum as often. His head just swarmed itself with the memories of being left with his Dad at eleven, no Mum or sisters by his side.

Max didn’t sat anything else, he only nodded, knowing his Mum was right he got up and made his way towards her bedroom. Softly knocking on the door he waited for you or Victoria to give him the all-clear to enter. His heart ached at the sight of you clutching your inhaler, a clear sign he’d set your asthma off.

“Can I speak to y/n?” He directed his question to Victoria.

“If you don’t plan on screaming at her then I don’t see a problem with it.”

“I’m not.”

Victoria looked down at you, waiting for the nod of approval from you. A silent signal that you were happy to speak to Max. She lifted herself from the bed, glaring at her older brother before leaving the two of you to talk.

Max shuffled into the room, a glum expression on his face as he sat beside you. “Did you need to use it?” He pointed to the inhaler. You only nodded, making a surge of guilt fly through him. “I’m sorry I just… I just don’t want this family to fall apart -”

“And you think Charles Leclerc is going to make us fall apart?” You arched your brows at him.

“No, but it’ll play a part. You know all I ever want to do when I have free time is just relax with you, Mum and Victoria.”

“And Charles and I dating is going to suddenly stop that?”

He huffed in frustration as he tried to get his words out. “No, but it means I won’t see you as much anymore. It means it’ll be harder to get everyone round for dinner as you’ll always be out with him, Victoria is always travelling -”

“Max I’m not going to just get up and walk out of your life. Do you not think I feel the same way too? I never got to see you and Dad as much as I wanted to as a kid and now I see the pair of you pretty much every day. Yes if Charles and I move in together I won’t see you every day but I’ll still be at every single race. I’ll still be living in the same area as you. It’s not like he’s going to lock me away from ever seeing you again.”

“Are you happy with him?” Max suddenly looked down at you, changing the subject slightly.

“I am, Max.”

“And do you love him?”

“I do.”

“Does he love you?”

“He says he does, every single day so I bloody hope it’s true.” Max broke a small smile at your words, following Victoria's actions he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side.

“Then I’ll allow it. Can’t promise I won’t start a fight or let the two of you hold hands around me but I’ll allow it.”

“Oh glad I’ve got the permission of my brother.” You smirked at him before breaking into a smile.

“Just wait till Dad finds out.”

“I plan to never tell him, he doesn’t need to know.”

“Yeah, good luck.” Max laughed knowing that if he reacted like that then Jos would hit the roof.

That all happened a few months ago. Jos did find out but thankfully Max was there to ease everything. He didn’t lose his shit as much as you had expected him to but that didn’t mean he liked the idea of his daughter dating a Formula 1 driver, especially one who drove for a rival team but Charles had managed to survive a dinner with your family which meant things were destined to last.

—

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” Charles hummed as his hand smoothed down your hair. You were laying on his chest as the sun from the outside world made your hotel room glow like gold. Today was the day of the French Grand Prix, a race Charles was hopeful about.

“Me too.” You replied, your hand tracing his chest before looking up at him. “How are you feeling about today?”

“Confident.” He replied, a small smile on his face. “I think I can win it today if I get a good start and we can actually get our strategy right then I can put some distance between us and Red Bull.” He looked down at you, his smile turning to a smirk. “Or you could tell Max to lay off me just this once.”

Laughing at his reply you let your head fall onto his chest before replying. “Not sure if that would work, he already isn’t your biggest fan.”

Charles moved his hand and used it to move your face to look at him again. “So? His sister is.” He leant down and took your lips into his. He’d never get bored of the feeling of having you in his arms with your lips on his. He let his tongue slide across your bottom lip as he spare hand went to your waist, pulling you onto his lap so you were now straddling him as the kiss deepened. He tugged on your bottom lip, loving the way you softly moaned at the sensation.

You pulled away from the kiss slightly as you felt his hands begin to trail up your thighs. “You have a race to get to.”

“We’ve got some time-”

“Hardly any.” You muttered against his lips.

“We've had less before and we made it work… besides…” He brushed your hair out of your face. “It’ll be my good luck charm.”

“I thought I was that.”

“You are, I just might need a little extra luck looking at the state of our strategy.” Laughing against his lips you melted into his touch as he leant up and flipped the two of you over. He ducked his head down and began to kiss your neck. Your eyes glanced over to the clock beside the bed.

He was right, you had time.

—

You watched as Charles took his helmet into his hands, looking down and smiling at the photo of you and him tucked inside the padding before meeting your soft y/e/c eyes. “You always look so worried when I’m about to get into the car.” He pouted at your expression. He always hated seeing you like this. The thought of having your brother and boyfriend taking part in one of the most dangerous sports in the world which was responsible for so many deaths caused your anxiety to spiral. Something Charles unfortunately knew all too well.

“Just be safe please.”

Charles walked towards you, setting his helmet aside he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “You know I will.” He pecked your lips. “I will always come back, I can promise you that.” His eyes scanned your face, he would never get bored of seeing how your eyes would look up at him with such love.

“You better.”

“I will.” This time the kiss felt different, it always did before a race. It was always a silent promise that he would come back to you, no matter what happened out there. “I’ll meet you at the garage when the race is over.”

You nodded, the two of you sharing one last kiss before he stepped away and put his helmet on. “Good luck Char.” You leant up to kiss the top of his helmet before you turned away to join your family at the Red Bull garage.

“y/n!” You turned back to the man dressed in red. Charles was jogging up to you, slipping his helmet off before pressing his lips onto yours once again. He cupped your jaw as he deepend the kiss, he smiled against your lips as he pulled back, missing the sweetness of your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled back as you kissed him again, swiping your tongue on his bottom lip, teasing him after the antics of the morning. Charles wanted more but he couldn’t. Not yet anyway. The pair of you pulled back eventually. Charles blew you one last kiss as you left him. “Please be careful!”

“I will mon amour!” He called back, his head turning to see you walk away.

“You know,” A Spanish accent filled the air. “I can’t decide if you two make me want to be sick or if you two are just cute together,” Carlos smirked at Charles who was clearly smitten with the Verstappen girl.

“You sound like her brother.” He replied, glancing over his shoulder one last time only to see that you’d already gone to find your brother. No matter how long or how much you loved Charles you made one promise to yourself and that was to watch the race from the Red Bull garage. Max was still your brother and the one person who’d be there if things ever fell apart.

“Afternoon y/n.” Christain Horner welcomed you as you made your way through the groups of mechanics to find your family.

“Hello, Christian.” You smiled back at the man.

“Did you ask your boyfriend to have a shit start so we could get some pace on him?”

“Think you might struggle this time around, he seems pretty confident and Ferrari seem to have a set plan for this race.”

“Can always rely on you for insider information.” Max’s voice snatched your attention. He opened his arms for a hug, an action you quickly obliged with. “Wonder what he’d think if he found out you were telling us all their secrets!” He joked as the two of you shared a hug.

“What can I say? I clearly have a favourite.” You went along with his words although Max knew as much as you loved him and always showed your brother endless support that you would much rather see Charles win a World Championship than him.

“You should do, he’s your brother.” Jos quickly joined the conversation, pulling you away from your brother for a hug.

“Hello to you too Dad.” You hugged him back before Max spoke again.

“How’s he feeling? Confident?”

“As always.” You replied. “And you?”

“Easy win.” He winked before breaking into a small laugh. “It’ll be a challenge as always but if we get a good start, do our pitstops in a smart way then I can’t see why we can’t be on the podium.”

“I can’t see why you can’t finish in P1 today.” Your Dad joined in, making you and Max share a quick look.

As much as Jos cared for you and your sister he always seemed to have a different attitude towards Max. As you got older you began to understand he was living his dream through him. Jos wasn’t good enough for Formula 1 but Max was. He’d already won a Championship and was set to win many more in his career. The treatment your Dad gave to Max was beyond unfair but Max hadn’t known anything else. The pair of you would often talk about it but Max refused to ever admit that Jos was in the wrong, he just thought that was how a Dad was supposed to be.

“You’ve got Charles for competition so maybe aim for P2.” You quickly spoke, trying to brush off the harsh words of your father.

“Don’t think I can do it?” Max pretended to look offended. “My own sister turning against me for Charles Leclerc!” He placed his hand on his chest. “Maybe you should go watch the race with Ferarri.”

“Oh shut up.” You shoved him slightly as Max made his way to the car. “Be safe.”

“I’ll try.” He smiled as he grabbed his helmet, waving at you one last time as you and Jos joined Victoria to watch the race unfold.

Charles had started well. You had to try your best not to celebrate in front of the Red Bull mechanics and your family but your joy didn’t last. In the eighteenth lap just after Red Bull had completed an incredible pit stop your heart sank. The camera suddenly cut to someone in the wall and then your boyfriend's name was mentioned. You saw his number proudly against the car, you didn’t need a commentator to confirm your fears.

Charles didn’t move for a few seconds and in a fit of fear you threw your headphones off as you felt your heart race and your breathing increase which meant you missed his radio confirming that he was in fact okay. Your eyes fell onto the screen again and Charles was still not moving, the camera cut away, a sign that was never good in Formula 1.

Victoria picked up on your distress immediately. Growing up alongside you she always knew when an asthma attack was on the rise. Stress and panic always grew when you watched races, you knew you should stay away from the sport when your nerves were on the rise but you couldn’t do that to Max and Charles.

“y/n…” Victoria grabbed your forearm, pulling you away from the small crowd of people watching the race. “It's okay, he’s okay…”

“He didn’t move -”

“He’s probably in shock, he’ll be okay. It wasn’t a bad crash -”

“It doesn’t need to be.” Your voice was failing you as your chest started to ache. Victoria grabbed your bag from around your shoulder, sensing you needed your inhaler she pulled it out of your bag, handed it to you and directed your hand to mouth but when you pressed the silver button nothing happened. Hers and your eyes widened at the lack of sound indicating that the device had worked. “Shit… I forgot…”

Before every single race, Charles always asked you to check your inhaler and make sure it wasn’t running low. He couldn’t even begin to think of what would happen if something went wrong when he wasn’t around. He knew how important it was, especially if either you or Max got hurt or into a collision. He also always kept a spare on him just in case you needed it and you had left it behind. The only problem was Charles was climbing out of his crashed car with no inhaler on him.

Victoria knew she had to think fast or you would end up in serious trouble. She screamed for Jos who wasn’t paying much attention, too focused on the race until he saw his youngest daughter clutching her chest as she sunk to the floor. Forgetting that Max was now on his way to winning another race he called for help, alerting a steward of what was taking place. Within seconds the ambulance team was in the Red Bull garage attending to you.

Meanwhile, Charles was on the side of the track, screaming in frustration at his mistake. With his head in his hands, he sobbed his heart out. Through teary eyes, he looked down at his helmet and saw the photo of the two of you. He knew you’d be waiting for him when he got back, waiting to take the pain away and that was all he needed right now.

If only he knew.

“Mr Leclerc you need to go to the medical tent.” One of the safety managers called over to him as he stormed back to the garages. Anger was still running through his veins at what had happened.

“Fuck off I’m fine.” He took a deep breath as he walked into the garage.

“You may feel fine but you need to be checked over, it’s an FIA rule, please -”

Charles scanned the garage yet couldn’t find you. Despite always watching the races in the Red Bull garage you would always leave the second anything happened to him on the track. You would always be waiting at the Ferarri garage for him or you’d meet him at the medical tent if the team had been told that he was sent there. “Where’s y/n?” He ignored the man's pleas.

“She isn’t here.” A mechanic spoke. “Hasn’t turned up.”

Charles scrunched his face up in confusion. “She isn’t in my room?”

“We would have seen or heard her.” Another mechanic spoke. She hasn’t come here. Maybe she’s still at Red Bull.”

“But she always comes here.”

“Maybe she saw you get out and decided to stay and watch her brother win.” The mechanic turned his gaze to the television mounted on the wall. Charles followed his gaze to see Max Verstappen leading the race but it still didn’t make sense. You’d seen him crash a fair few times and saw him get out of the car safely yet you always came here, even if Max was winning.

Charles didn’t say anything as he left the Ferrari garage and headed down to the Red Bull garage. Your relationship was public so he knew if cameras were following him closely it wouldn't spark rumours that he was attempting to sign with Red Bull to escape Ferrari.

“Is y/n here?” He announced to no one in particular. A few mechanics and friends of Max and Checo looked around at one another, unsure whether they should tell Charles what had just happened. The brunette picked up on their uncertainty almost instantly. “What?”

Checo’s wife took her headphones off and gestured for Charles to follow her. He quickly followed the woman, his concern growing. Making sure the pair of them were away from prying ears she spoke. “She saw you crash and the panic got to her -”

“Has she just gone back to the hotel?” Charles quickly asked.

“She had an asthma attack and her inhaler was out. She’d forgotten to change it and they had to call the ambulance team. We’ve been told she’s all okay, she’s at the medical tent -” Charles didn’t need to hear the rest. He quickly turned on his heel and sprinted out of the garage and towards the medical tent, not caring that he probably shouldn’t have been running considering he’d just crashed into a wall.

—

“Is Charles okay?” You asked, propped up in bed whilst the medic team checked your heart rate. You were put on a ventilator, something you were used to after growing up with asthma. Victoria and Jos were by your side through the whole thing. Thankfully you started to breathe on your own after a while, the medics were running their last checks to make sure you didn’t need to be sent to a specialist.

“He got out of the car just fine. He was walking around after.” Your Dad held your hand as he sat beside the bed, his eyes glancing back and forth between you and the race.

“He’s okay y/n.” Victoria chimed in.

“He should have joined you in here for his own checks but I’ve been told he’s refused a medical check-up.” The paramedic tending to you reassured you. “That means he must be fine.”

You gave the woman a small smile, resting your head back and letting out a steady breath. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Miss Verstappen.” She stepped back. “You’ll be fine but maybe this is a lesson to always carry an inhaler that works.”

“Charles always has one on him just in case.”

“No good when he’s in a wall.” Your Dad replied.

“Maybe we should start carrying a spare just in case,” Victoria spoke.

“Or maybe I should remember to get mine replaced.” You chimed in.

“That too but if Charles can carry one for you then I think we could too, just in case.”

Almost like he was summoned by the sound of his own name Charles darted into the room, still in his race suit his eyes fell on you. Suddenly all the anger and hurt from crashing out of the race disappeared and the only thing he could think of was you. “Ma belle fille…” Charles hurried himself over to you. Jos moved from your side allowing Charles to sit beside you. He took your hands into his, pressing small kisses into your skin. “What happened?”

“I fainted but I’m okay.” You ran your thumbs over the top of his hand. “It was just an asthma attack.”

“Love it’s not ‘just an asthma attack.” His eyes met yours. “It’s serious, you could have landed yourself in a lot of trouble, we were lucky you only landed yourself in here.”

“I know.” You looked down, slightly ashamed that you had caused all of this just because you forgot to get your inhaler replaced.

“Hey,” Charles moved his hand to tilt your head back up to face him before he planted a short yet meaningful kiss on your lips. “I’m just glad you’re okay, you nearly made me faint when I got back to the garage and saw you weren’t there.” He smiled.

“We’ll give you two some space.” Victoria pulled Jos out of the room. “I won’t tell Max what happened, I’ll let him bask in the glory first.” She winked before leaving the room with your Dad who looked displeased to leave you alone with Charles despite the two of you living together.

“Are you okay?” You turned the conversation back to him.

“Hmm…” He hummed back. “It was all my fault, I’m never going to be a World Champion if I can’t keep the lead of a race without fucking it all up.”

“One mistake doesn’t define your career Char.” Squeezing his hand you gave him a reassuring smile.

“Thank you.” He returned the smile. “It just feels as if I’m not set to win a Championship.”

“Why? Because you crashed the odd time? The world knows it’s not your fault, fans blame the team and they’re right in doing so. They ruined so many of your and Carlos’ races, races the pair of you could have easily won and gained more points than Max. The season isn’t over yet and if things don’t go to plan this season then you always have next season.”

He got up and leaned over to kiss the top of your head before placing a small light kiss on your lips before returning to his seat. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.” He kissed your hand again, looking up at you with his eyes full of love. “I don’t even want to go out there and talk to the press.” He huffed, leaning his head on the bed as he changed the subject.

“You don’t have to.” Your hands started to play with his hair. “You can just stay here.”

“Oh, I plan on it.” He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath as he melted into your touch, finally feeling calm. “Although I’ll have to speak to them eventually.”

“I’m sure you can weave around it besides, just tell them what you told me.”

“Not sure that’s going to work on everyone, most fans don’t think I deserve to even be considered as a title contender.”

“Since when did you care about what others think?” You raised your brows at the man. “Char, you drive Formula 1 cars for a living and they spend their money to see you drive those cars, you really care about what some low-life fan who can’t even drive a normal car thinks?”

Charles raised his head from the bed and looked at you with a smile. “Such a way with words Verstappen.”

“I do try Leclerc.” You both leaned forward to one another when a sudden bang of a door opened.

Max was standing in the doorway alongside Daniel and Lando. When Daniel and Max were teammates you grew close to the Australian who would spend most of his time showing you his playlists on his phone and telling you the stories of his life. Daniel had been on adventures you only read about in books, you could listen to him all day. Lando and you grew close due to Max treating the boy like a younger brother. The two of you were also close in age which was an added bonus when it came to conversation. As Lando once said ‘sometimes these old men don’t understand us’.

“Fucking hell y/n are you okay?” Max shoved Charles out of his chair, not caring that Charles could have been hurt as he’d been involved in a crash. “What happened? What did they give you?”

“I’m fine Max.” You smiled at your brother. “It was my fault, I had an asthma attack but my inhaler was empty. I fainted but I’m okay -”

“You don’t sound it,” Daniel spoke up, making his way to the bed, not caring that Charles was now sitting on the floor after being pushed by his old teammate. “Here.” Daniel handed you one of his hoodies, making sure you were comfortable as you lay in bed.

“You know I have hoodies if you want them,” Charles announced from the floor, his face already fed up with Daniel's antics.

“I’ve got a few too,” Lando spoke, a smirk on his face. All three drivers received a glare from Max, a silent warning that if they continued he’d deal with them on the track. “But I’m sure you’re fine.” Lando quickly said, clearly scared of Max.

“Thank you, Lando.” You tried to suppress your laughter as you spoke again. “And you too Daniel.”

The Aussie helped you put the hoodie on, making sure you were warm and comfortable before laying back down. Whilst Daniel made sure you were comfortable Lando grabbed you a drink and left it on the side for when you were ready.

“Thought you would have gotten her all this Leclerc,” Max suggested, knowing his words would annoy him.

“I was too busy making out with her Verstappen.” Charles knew his words would annoy your brother.

“What did you say?” Max stood up, his actions quickly causing Charles to scramble to his feet.

“I’m just saying…” Charles smirked. “She tastes good -”

“That’s my sister you dickhead!” Max lunged at Charles but he missed, allowing Charles to sprint to Daniel, holding him and using him as a human shield but Max couldn’t care less. Lando used his brain and moved out of the way towards you, watching the whole scene unfold with a smile on his lips.

“It was a joke!” Charles screamed, trying to defend himself as he made a run for the door.

“Well…” Daniel looked over at you. “Least you don’t have to worry about your boyfriend being injured… from the car at least…”

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Try, try not to think about us in that way.

part 1// Genre- smut/ kinda plot?

Warnings/ au- best friends to lovers, 18+, unprotected (wrap it up), degrading, hint of mutual masturbation (bad at balancing attention tho so mostly y/n…), auralism, blindfold/ touch deprivation, y/n’s a little desperate…, may have forgotten things

Bestfriend!Chenle × fem!reader

Word Count- 3.5k+

a/n- I’m afraid part 1 is better plz go read, no proof read lolz… anyways hope u like xoxo🩷 tags- @sunnybutcloudy @marvelahsobx

Summary- You and Chenle has been friends for years now, since freshman year of Highschool, you finally graduate and go on a summer trip that you guys have been fantasizing to go on since sophomore year. You've always had a crush on him, but stopped trying after he rejected you freshman year. Not wanting to ruin the friendship, you ignore your feelings. That's until you're standing on the hotel balcony, listening to the waves crash on the shore as the sky lit up due to the sparkling stars, a cool breeze sending goosebumps to your skin, well that and also Chenle grabbing your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Your lips look so tasty when the stars reflect off of them." He looked at you. “Then what are you waiting for Chenle, kiss me then.”

Plz continue on…🎀

"Y/n, wake up." You heard your mom's voice from your door.

It's been the first time you could sleep in since you started college in August, in your comfy childhood bed at that, but of course, you couldn't enjoy it. It seems like you could never get a good rest actually, your dreams are always filled with fantasies about Chenle. It seems like ever since the beach trip you two took together, your dreams has gotten even worst—graphic, and you couldn't stand it. It's been months since you and him talked— well, since he talked to you.

After the trip he pretty much started to avoid you. Finding excuses to miss hang outs the rest of summer, responding dryly to your text, not calling, or even bother answering your calls, just acting strange— and you knew why. There was nothing you could do at this point, he wouldn't let you. Besides, you started college in a different state, so I guess it was best to cut ties or whatever it was in the first place. You just wished it never happened if this is how it would end. You made it out of your room, meeting your mom downstairs.

"You forgot your bag in your car again," She smiled. "and guess who I ran into this morning at the store?" She looked up at you from the kitchen as you sat at the table.

"Who?

"Chenle! He's doing well too, got his own place and everything." You forcefully smiled, taking a sip from your glass of water. "He asked about you too, what ever happened between you? Went on the trip and it seems like everything fell apart." "We just got into it on the trip and decided that we didn't work as friends." You didn't want it to, but your mind instantly geared to that night— the taste of him on your lips, the feeling of him in you, you could never forget it.

"Plus, if he's so worried about me he can just text my phone-" You stopped in your tracks from your phone buzzing on the table, your heart stopping for a moment as you glanced down at the phone, his name popping up on your notification center.

You swear that you could hear his voice as you read the message: "Hey. Kinda weird but I heard you were back in town. I understand if you say no, but do you think you can come over my place later for dinner, so we can... you know... talk." You thought maybe you were just seeing something, shit maybe you were even dreaming again. It's been months, why now? You sat there staring at your phone for a second, the room silent, your mind forming millions of thoughts. You sat for so long your phone went dark again, but it instantly lit up again, another message stacked above the one he sent, a mere: "please."

You looked up at your mom, a smirk painting your face disguising the butterflies and shocked pit forming at the bottom of your stomach. "Speaking of the devil. He just asked me to come over to dinner to talk." Your mom smiled in response, glazing at you as she wiped the counter. "You should, so you can reconcile. Plus, I miss my babies hanging out together.”

"I'll think about it." You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes as your mom grinned.

You knew you had no thinking to do— you sat in the mirror, making sure you looked perfect, even better than the last time he's seen you. You knew that you were gonna go no matter what, and there you were, driving down the road that led to his house.

You stood at his front door, nervous to ring the doorbell, nervous of what you would even say when he opened the door, nervous of if he would even open the door. The way you felt about seeing him, you would've thought he was never your best friend. You finally gathered the courage to just ring it and you stood there for a minute, thinking he was just ignoring it, but then the door opened.

You wanted to be the one who looked better than the last time you spoke, but it looks like he beat you to that. His dark eyes held so much expression, and his plumped pink lips that met your gaze drove you insane— it hadn't even been 30 seconds and you already want another taste.

"Y/n?" He spoke exasperated.

"Chenle." You said in response, an awkward smile appearing on your face.

"Come inside, it's cold and rainy." His eyes were wide as he grabbed your hand, pulling you inside. "I didn't think you would come, you ignored my message. How'd you even find my address?" He stood in front of you, a black t-shirt hugging those familiar abs, black loose pants hanging on his legs.

"Even though you stopped talking to me, you never stopped sharing your location." You flashed him a sarcastic smile, his expression instantly shifting to regret as he stepped closer to you.

"I'm so so sorry Y/n, I was just afraid that things would change."

"You decided to start it, you did it, so if anything changed it's because of you. I didn't deserve that." He stepped even closer, a little too close for comfort, grabbing your hands. "I know, and I'm actually so sorry. I'm such a dick for ignoring you after we did that. Please, please forgive me." His eyes twinkled and his voice was weirdly desperate as he held your hands tighter.

"Chenle, we've been friends for years, I could never not forgive you. He didn't even wait for you to finish the sentence, pulling you into a hug by your hands, grabbing your waist. "I'm so sorry Y/n, I love you." He broke the hug, looking at you with sparkling eyes. "I love you too Chenle." You smiled.

"Well, I didn't make dinner because I didn't think you would come over, but I can order take out and we can watch a movie?" He said, walking you to the living room, grabbing his phone as you nodded in response.

1 hour later the food finally got there, another hour passed as you two sat eating, talking each others heads off like nothing ever happened. You glanced at your phone, 10:07 pm. You didn't even notice the time passing by, and was ready to break the news that you had to go, but he spoke before you could even get the words put together. "It's pretty late, and it's raining super hard now, you should just stay the night." You looked up him, a smile sitting on his face as you looked down at your phone, thinking about how your luggage is literally in your car so you had everything you needed.

You haven't stayed the night with him since the beach trip and you saw how that turned out so you were hesitant about going, but he was you best friend and you trusted him— plus, you both learned your lesson so what's the worst that could happen? "Yea ok, but I need to get my bag out the car."

"You brought a bag?" He smiled, looking at you with questioning eyes.

"Yes I brought a bag, I just got back from school yesterday." You said in a mocking voice, getting up from the table and grabbing yours keys. "Oh yeah I forgot you just got back home. I'll go get your bag."

You two sat in his bed, watching a movie, his hand resting on your knee. You already changed into more comfortable clothes. Everything had gone back to normal and that's what's eating you up inside. You can't stop thinking about that night— his scent, the way his finger twirled on your knee, it was all making it so hard to forget.

"So how did you get this house so fast?" You asked, trying to distract yourself as his fingers trailed up your skin, going higher to your thigh.

"Well, I have roommates, but they're not here." He said. His voice sounded more sensual, and his hand trailed up even higher, pushing the fabric to your shorts off your skin as he rubbed your upper thigh. You turned to look at him, his dark eyes already on you. You remembered this exact look and what it meant, and god did it drive you crazy for him to give you that look again, but you couldn't.

"Chenle, you saw what happened last time we did this. Let's just keep this strictly friends and that's all."

"I understand." He smiled in response, taking his hand off your thigh and nodding. The atmosphere was a little awkward, but died down as the movie ended. You look beside you and he was out like a light so you decided to just turn off the tv and slip on your eye mask. Typically you don't sleep with it on, but he has this obnoxious lamp in his room that makes you unable to sleep. You tucked yourself in under his cover and fell asleep soon after.

Chenle always had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night during his sleep, typically he just scrolled on his phone till he could sleep again, and it was no different this time around, even if you were laying beside him.

He couldn’t help to keep glancing down at your body though, the covers hugging your curves, your chest moving up and down as you breathed softly. Your hand rested on his torso unknowingly, but he tried to not think about it, gearing his attention back to his phone.

“chen- chenle.” you moaned out quietly.

“…Y/n?” He glanced at you, whispering quietly, but you didn’t say anything so he thought he was just hearing things— well, he wanted to think he was just hearing things. He couldn’t help but to get a little riled up though, even just hearing your voice drove him a little insane, so you know how much a moan could have an effect on him.

“chenle…please don’t stop.” You moaned out again, a little louder than the first time. He couldn’t help turning off his phone and looking at you. He couldn’t see if you were awake due to your eye mask, but he thought you were maybe trying to play a joke on him, maybe even trying to tease on purpose, but your body said differently.

Your mouth was slightly parted as you gripped the cover with one of your hands, your thighs were rubbing against themselves trying to find a hint of pleasure. He couldn’t control himself, not seeing you like this in front of him, hearing you moan his name again, all needy just for him. He needed you, and he had to face that— and obviously you weren’t thinking any differently, even if your mind told you that you were.

“Y/n.” He shook your body.

You lifted up your head, pulling the eye mask off your face to be met with Chenle’s eyes on yours, and there it was, that look. “You were sleep talking.” His eyes never left yours as he spoke, his voice was raspy and deeper than usual. You started to panic, hoping you didn’t say anything about him, you just tried to pretend nothing happened, but it was clear he heard something.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You smiled, slipping your mask back on— honestly, you just wanted to avoid this as much as possible, but he didn’t let you. Before you could turn around fully he grabbed your face, cupping it with one of his hands making you face towards him. You tried to take off your eye mask again, but he grabbed your hand, pinning it to the bed. You couldn’t see anything, but you felt his lips softly trailing over your skin.

“What were you dreaming about?”

you

“I- I don’t remember.” You felt his breath on your neck, trailing further down to your collar bone, making you shiver.

You tried to sound calm and genuine as possible, but his lips brushed against your neck ever so slightly as he moved back up to your face and it almost made you fall apart. His hand that was once cupping your face found its way around your throat. “Stop lying.” He squeezed lightly, causing a light, breathy moan to escape your lips accidentally. “I’m not lying.” The hand that was holding down your wrist was now roaming around your body, slipping under your pajamas pants into your underwear, sliding a finger in between your folds.

“So wet, just for me.” You could feel him smile into your cheek, before he kissed it. “Chenle.” You moaned out, melting into his embrace. “But wait,” he removed his hands and lips from your body, a smirk panting his face as he watched your lip tremble with desire.

“Strictly friends and that’s all, right?” He said in a teasing tone, obviously trying to get in your head, but you did say that so there was nothing you could do, well nothing he could do.

You laid on your back, feeling so desperate that you were willing to do anything to release— plus, you two already have done things so who cares anymore. Your hand slipped lower and lower, sliding into your underwear. You toyed with your clit causing you to let out a small moan as you felt a relief from wanting to feel any kind of pleasure.

“Are you touching yourself?” His voice rung in your ears, making you even more needy. You just ignored him as you started to circle your sensitive bud with your finger.

“You’re that desperate huh? That much of a desperate slut?”

Even though it was only once, it turned you on so much when he talked to you like that, and now was no different, and you didn’t try to hide that. You slipped a finger in your aching hole that was begging for attention, letting out a loud cry as you went in and out slowly.

He couldn’t help but to be turned on by you too, slipping his pants down exposing his hard on.

“I bet you wished it was my fingers don’t you.” He sighed out, pumping his length slowly as he looked at what unfolded in front of him. “Mhm.” You moaned out, his words only making you go faster.

“God you look so pretty, all desperate for me.” You couldn’t see what he was doing, but your moans weren’t the only ones filling the room, so you assumed that he was getting off to you as well.

“Take off your pants, I want to see you finger yourself, fuck.” You took no time, removing your pants with your free hand, throwing them to the side. You could feel him move closer to you, gripping the sheets beside you as he slid your underwear down to your knees.

“Can you go faster for me?” He let out a breathless moan as you started to go faster, your arousal coating your fingers making him go even more crazy. “Want to be inside you again so bad— all I can think about.” His voice was becoming needier and needier by the second as he slowly reached his high, pumping faster as your moans seeped into your brain, filling it with dirty thoughts.

“Fuck I can’t take it.” You threw your head back, biting your bottom lip as you almost reached your high. “You look so pretty when you finish, keep going for me, wanna see you cum so bad.” He said in a tired moan. You let out a loud whimper, legs shaking as you fingered yourself faster to his words. No matter how overwhelming it felt, you just couldn’t stop, you needed more.

“Chenle.” You said, your chest heaving up and down from the intense pleasure that washed over your body.

“Yes Y/n.”

“Please, just fuck me.” He drove you insane, no matter what you did, how much you tried to fight it, you couldn’t and he couldn’t either. “I want to, I really do, but you said strictly friends— I don’t want you to regret this.” He turned to look at you.

“Chenle… we’ll never be strictly friends, fuck me.” He took no time getting on top of you. You tried to remove the mask off your eyes once again, but failed when he pinned your hands down beside your head.

He planted kisses on your cheek again, leaving your lips bare as you hungrily wanted to taste him. He slowly kissed down your jawline to your neck, teasing you as your legs brushed against his. He flipped your hands over, interlocking his fingers with yours as he kissed up your face again, going to your ear.

“Gonna make you feel so good, you want it, yeah?” He whispered softly causing you to almost turn him over and just ride him yourself.

“Yes. Please, I want it bad.” He smiled on your skin, releasing one of your hands to adjust his tip at your hole, pushing himself into you. “Fuck.” You whined out, your skin flushing with pleasure. “You take me so well.” He moaned out as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. The thrust were so much more passionate than the last time, so much more loving, it made you see stars.

“Does it feel good baby?” You felt his breath on your cheek, his fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your hands deeper into the pillows. “So good.” You moaned out as the thrust got faster and filled with more anticipation. You couldn’t even see him, and he was still making every inch of your body feel good.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl— having dreams about me. Is this what you dream about huh? Me using you like this?” It was something about the way he spoke to you like this that made you yearn for more, that made you go numb. “Mhm.” You moaned out, causing him to go at a speed that you thought was impossible, hitting your g-spot at a perfect angle, his hands now wrapped around your wrist pinning them down.

“You’re such a slut for me.” He smiled into your skin, giving your cheek another messy kiss. “Only for you.” You clenched around him, almost reaching you high, making him whimper out in desperation as his thrust started to get sloppier. “I’m almost there Chenle.” You cried out, throwing your head back as your moans grew louder. “Fuck, take this off, I want to look at you when you cum.” He snatched the eye mask off your face, looking at your glossy eyes with a smirk on his face, soon turning into a gasp.

Your eyes rolled back as your legs started to shake under his. Your lip quivered from overwhelming pleasure as he hit more thrust after you reached your high. “Fuck.” He whimpered out, hitting a few more quick thrust, emptying himself inside of you, burrowing his head in your neck as he came. He stayed inside of you for a second as you two caught your breaths.

“I want you so bad Y/n. I want to be yours.” He looked at you, everything still and quiet for a moment.

You’ve wanted to hear those words since freshman year, you didn’t even know what to say and he could tell. He leaned down, kissing your lips passionately, like he wanted to do all night, smiling before laying beside you.

“We can talk about this tomorrow, ok?”

You thought it was honestly a dream, it had to be, but there you sat, in front of your crush of 5 years, finally dating, at the very beach where it all started.

It took 2 rejections, 2 hookups, and one break, but here you are, with him.

You look up at him, he's already looking at you and grabs your hand. "You look beautiful, has anybody told you that?" His face now in a smile. "Thank you." You said as you turned towards him, the deep blue ocean in front of you, suffocating on your breath as you feel his fingers leave your hand and slowly drag up your arm. "You're welcome", he says as he grabs your waist pulling you towards him. "What are you doing Chenle?" You laugh as he pulls you closer to his body. “Just kiss me.” He smiles, but this time— it’s not a dream.

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sturniololoco · 3 months

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hi i know you just did a sturniolo little sister fic but could you do one where she gets into a fight at school because someone was talking shit to her about her looks or something and she won the fight or whatever but she was in a lot of trouble and matt picked her up from school then like something sweet with everybody and maybe a little bit more with matt cause matt is like my comfort person ?

Fight

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: blood, fighting, etc.

SLS’s POV

All I remember thinking was I’m about to beat this bitch up.

So that’s what I did.

Usually a wouldn’t let a dumb bitch calling me names bother me. But when she compared me to my famous triplet brothers, then called me names right after?

That set me off.

“I can tell the rest of the family got the good looking genes. Look at her then look at her brothers! No wonder she’s only in three of their YouTube videos!” A girl in the hallway said to a bunch of giggling girls.

I throw my books to the floor and walk over to her, breathing heavy. Most of her friends scurry away, shrieking dramatically, but two stay.

I get right up close to her face, pushing her into the lockers. At this point we had an audience.

“What the fuck is wrong you? You-“ I start to say, but then I’m being smacked with a 610 page biology text book, the corner hitting my eye, while the rest practically breaks my nose.

One of the girls stupid friends tried to help her. I stumbled back, turning away from the girl against the locker to see you hit me. The girl, who was now behind me, frantically ran into a nearby classroom.

“Oh you really shouldn’t have fucking done that.” I say, immediately pouncing on her and taking her to the floor.

She was helpless, trying to slap at my bloody and bruised face. I grabbed her hand and put them behind her back, pushing her head into the floor.

I was about to tell her who the fuck she was messing with, when all of the sudden, arms were around my waist pulling me of the girl.

I look up to see Mr. Howard, my Chemistry teacher, who also happens to be the varsity football coach.

“Get to the office Sturniolo! No detors!” He barked at me, letting me go. I kicked my books while walking down the hallway to the office, yelling,

“She’s the one who fucking started it!” And I stick my middle finger up, not even bothering to look back at the girl, crying on the floor, worried about her skirt that I got my blood on.

“SLS/N, I know you’re a good kid. You’re on the all A’s honor roll, you’ve never gotten detention, and you’ve never been sent here before this. What happened that got you so upset?” My principal asked me as I sat across from him.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” I mumbled, chewing my nails because I knew how much trouble I was in.

“Then I’m afraid I’m going to have to suspend you for three days and call your brother to come pick you up.” He said, giving me a sad but knowing look.

“Fine, but I’d call mat if I was you. He’s the only one who can drive.” I say, picking up my stuff and walking straight out of his office to wait for my brother.

Matt walked in, looking upset and down cast, but when he saw my bloody nose and black eye, his face contorted into a look of complete shock. I didn’t stand up.

He signed me out and quietly thanked the lady at the front desk. He then walked over and needed in front of me. I averted his eyes as I felt the tears stabbing at my own. He must have noticed because he said,

“Hey it’s okay kiddo, we’ll talk later.” He the stood, slung my back pack over his shoulder and grabbed my hand as we made our way to the car.

The car ride was pretty quiet, except for my occasional sniffles as the pain from my nose and eye began to set in. I didn’t realize where we were until Matt pulled into the Mcdonalds parking lot and put the car in park.

He got out of the car and rationed me to follow him, as he walked towards the front door. As he held the door open for me, I pulled my hood up, to cover my bloody face.

Matt went up and ordered while I got us a booth all the way in the back, and pulled out my phone.

12 Snapchat notifications and 16 text. All about the fight. I put my phone down and tried to stop the tears threatening to spill, when Matt came back with two chocolate milkshakes and two large fries.

He sat across from me and we began eating, but I still averted eye contact.

“Look at me SLS/N.”

I looked up and he gave me a sad smile.

“you know we have to talk about it, so we might as well get it over with.”

I sighed and began telling him the story. About how the girls at school would always compare me to my brothers and call me ugly names.

“It just gets really hard sometimes when you feel like you have strict expectations to live up to, ya know?” I say, some of my tear slipping to make streaks of blood down my face.

“hey I completely understand. I know what it’s like to be compared to Nick and Chris. It’s the only way people could ever tell us apart!” He says earning a small chuckle from me.

“you just need to learn not to get to fired up about it, and just know that people will be mean, but they don’t know the real you, and how perfect you are. No one compares to you because everyone’s unique. And I am so proud to have you as a sister, and so are Nick and Chris.”

I nod, knowing I wouldn’t be able to talk without sobbing.

“And speaking of Nick and Chris, I haven’t told them yet. But If you want, I can talk to them instead of you having to explain everything again. Sound like a plan?” He says.

I nod again, thankful that I wouldn’t have to go through this again.

We pulled into the drive way, and before I opened the car door to go inside, I had to take a deep calming breath, knowing I’ll be walking into a dozen questions.

“Hey, you got this kiddo!” Matt says grabbing and squeezing my hand lightly, before walking up and opening the front door.

As soon as I step foot into the kitchen, Nick is all over me.

“Oh my fuck, SLS/N! What the fuck happened?” He yelled, picking me up and sitting me in the island, then sprinting to the bathroom for a wash cloth.

“I beat a bitch up.” I say plainly, earning a laugh from Matt. Chris comes up to me and gives me a fist bump.

“Damn sis, you look tough!” He says ruffling my hair. I giggle.

“Christopher!” I hear Nick scold as he walks back in the room. Chris puts his hands up in mock defense.

Nick gently wipes most of the blood off my face, the gives me a sock filled with ice to put on my eye and nose, which were now purple.

“Okay, now spill. What the fuck happened?” Nick says. I look at Matt, who quickly stands from the couch and says,

“Actually Nick, come in here, I need to talk to you and Chris for a sec. Why don’t you go hop in the shower bud.” Mat says.

I give him a quiet okay and hop off the counter and head to the bathroom, taking my ice-sock with me.

Getting all that blood off my face and out of my hair felt so good, no matter how dark blue, green, and purple my nose was. I threw on a pair of sweats and one of Chris’s Fresh Love hoodies, before walking down stairs and to the living room.

Matt, Nick, and Chris were all sitting on the couch, getting ready to watch a show.

Matt motions me over to sit with him, so I grab a new sock of ice, a blanket from the basket and snuggle up with him.

“I think I could get used to this for the next three days.” I joke, snuggling close into Matt’s chest. He chuckles and rubs my back comfortably.

I slowly feel myself driving off, due to the long days events, but not before I hear my brother let out a soft,

“I love you kiddo.”

I hope this is what you were asking for! ❤️

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sensei-venus · 7 months

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No Text No Call, Danger— (Husband!Miguel/Wife!Chubby!Reader/Wife!Sam)

Kinktober Day 5-Mommy/Daddy

(Unedited) (First Person/Told By Reader, Mommy/Daddy but not in a weird way, Rough Sex, Spanking, Eating Out, Creampie, Slight Breeding Kink, Reader scaring her husband & wife by thinking she got hurt, Over Protective Miguel & Sam, Punishment.)

The house was eerily silent as I walked in. I gently closed the front door before kicking my shoes off on the mat near the door. Sneaking around the corner of the living room I hoped that my husband and wife were still out.

The last week had been very stressful, between full-time school and not getting a minute alone. I just need some time to myself for once. Loving my wife and husband was great but that was a constant. But as of late with them doing work and school, our time together was cut as well. We only got to see each other at night. Most of the time before we all got into bed and passed out from the long hours of work and school. It we a sheared moment of utter stress for the group.

If I needed a minute to myself to get rid of some of the stress so be it.

That included me being able to go out on my own to a random college part with some friends from school.

“Look who decided to finally come home, after hours of no calls or texts.” a deep voice filled the air. My eyes widened, feet came to a full stop as I almost finished passing the threshold of the kitchen. Blinking I looked into the open kitchen. The light was on which helped to shine on the two figures that occupied the space. I gulped a little as I looked at a very mildly huffy Miguel. On the other side of the room sat a pouty Sam. Her hands lay in her lap, lips pulled into a sad pout. Her eyes were soft as she looked at me.

From just the way she stared at me I knew I was in deep shit.

“I'm sorry I should have called or even texted you. I should have let you know I wasn't going to be home until late-”

“Yes, you should have. You have been gone for hours now without a single word to us. Do you know how worried we were? How scared we were that something bad happened to you on your way home from class.” I stood quietly in the doorway listening to his words. They cut deep as I started to think about what he was really saying. He was right, we always sent texted or called each other after we got off work or school. It was out little safety measures with one another.

I just didn't realize how long I was gone. I didn't think about how bad the situation really looked. I just thought they would get the hint that I was taking some time alone when didn't text them.

If I looked at my phone right now I knew I would find a dozen missed texts from the two of them. Maybe even a couple missed calls while I was at it.

I felt a hard lump start to form in my throat the longer I looked at them.

Sam looked so upset like she was contemplating so much in her pretty head. I couldn't tell what exactly she was thinking but what ever it was, it was bad. Her pretty lips slowly pulled into a frown as she looked from me to Miguel. It was clear that the two of them had talked before I got home. For a moment they looked at each other. Almost like they were talking to one another just by staring at each other.

“Bedroom now.” was all that was said.

I dug my heals into the floor. I looked to Sam who slowly got up and made her way over to me. I felt that lump in my throat grow harder.

I quietly said “Sam I didn't mean to you know tha…”

“You hear him. I can't help you.” her voice was filled with a hint of sadness but also cold. She agreed with Miguel on this and it was starting to show. She pointed me down the hallway towards our bedroom. My head hung low as I slowly made my way toward the room, the other two following close behind me.

When we got inside Miguel went around me and sat down on our bed. He sat on the edge and Sam walked over to the other side of the room, sitting on a chair in the corner. I stood a little bit away from Miguel, his eyes hard as he looked at me. I could feel the way his gaze burned into me. My eyes briefly flickered over to Sam once again.

Miguel’s voice boomed once again from his spot on the bed “Come over here and get on my lap, ass up. You have to face your punishment for putting yourself in danger.” he slapped one of his knees to signal what to do. I felt my jaw clench a little at his words. I hadn't been in trouble for so long. Being punished was so rare that it practically never happened. I quickly strutted over and did what I was told. The small dress I was wearing did little to help cover me up as I laid down across his lap. I felt myself start to get warm all over from both embarrassment and shame. My finger dug into his pants leg as I leaned over his knees.

One of his large hands slowly trailed up my calf and up my thigh. Sweeping under the dress, palming at my ass cheeks. Suddenly I felt bad for wearing such revealing underwear that day. I had swapped out my regular panties for a nice little thong that wouldn't show under my dress. But it didn't seem like the best idea as his hand caressed my naked flesh.

Because I knew what was going to happen next.

A moment later he was flipping my dress up so it bunched under me. It sat rolled up under my bust allowing a full view of my thighs, ass and full back. I chewed on my lip as I waited for him to make a move. I shivered as I felt him run a hand over my ass and back, moving up and down in gentle strokes. I whimper and look to Sam for some kind of support. I wanted to cry a little after seeing her expression. She still looked sad but I knew she would do nothing to try and help me after everything I had done.

I brought this punishment on myself.

I yelp at the first strike, it's not hard but it still has me flinching. Shock fills me as he lands another hit on my ass. He slaps me with more vigor the next time, a strong hit to my left cheek. A loud crack fills the room with each new hit. He focuses on my left cheek for a while. Ten whole slaps that only got harder and harder. With each passing second more pain fills me.

Then he returns to my right cheek witch just as much force. I'm yelping by now as the pain starts to bloom on my rear. I can't believe how hard he's slapping. I feel tears start to well up in my eyes as moments start to pass. Another loud wack fills the room and Thai one has me wiggling. Trying to get out of his grasp.

“Miguel I'm s—”

“No that's not what you call me right now. Do you want to get punished even more?” he says in a serious tone. I look up at him the best I can and shake my head.

“Im s-sorry Papi…”

“What was that Reader? Did you say something? I couldn't hear you.” he gives my ass another hard slap wish had me crying out.

“I'm sorry Papi!! I'm so sorry Papi please forgive me!” I scream out with another hit to my ass. My cheeks scream in pain. Every hit has hot searing pain going through me. My ass cheeks sting in the cool air of our room creating more pain. Tears roll down my cheeks ever so slowly. I whimper as I feel his hand slowly move over my tender cheeks. They burn under his touch like lava.

His voice is harsh “Tell Mommy how sorry you are. apologize for making her so worried about you. Tell her how instead of texting her you whereok that you decided to go to some stupid party instead.” he pulls my face up by the chin. I stare over at Sam who hasn't moved from her spot. This time her pants are missing. She's left only in a pair of thin pink panties. Her shirt is still on but I can see her nipples pebbling under the fabric. She just looks at me.

“Mommy I'm so sorry! I promise I won't do it again. I'll text you two the next time I go out like that. I'm sorry.” tears are still rolling down my cheeks as I look at her. Vision blurry as she gets up and walks forward. Her figure comes towards me until she stops right in front of me. My eyes widen and I yelp out loud. Miguel grabs me and throws me onto the bed. I try to roll over but I hiss out in pain from the sting of my fresh and raw ass. The fabric of the blanket has me rolling in pain. The bed dips in front of me and soon I'm met with Sam’s pretty trimmed pussy in my face.

It's a soft pink, she holds herself open as she spreads her legs. I'm only inches away from her pretty cunt. She wet, her hole dripping in need. It starts to make a mess on the bed sheets. Her tiny clit stands hard at attention, twitching a little as her hole flutters. It winks at me which has me drooling a little though my pain.

“How about you show Mommy how sorry you really are by eating her pussy out.” Miguel then shoved my face into our wives ready clunt.

I'm on all fours ass I slowly starting eating Sam out. She moans as she lays back, one of her hands tugging at my hair. I feel her nails dig ever so slightly into my scalp. I moan out as I lick up all of her juices. A mix of sweet and savory that fills all of my senses. My head is reeling as I gently suck at her warm folds.

Her soft skin eggs me on as I find her clit. Kitten licking it which had her shoving me harder into her creamy cunt. I suck on her like fresh hard candy. Spit slides down her already sopping bits and fully ruins the bed along with my chin.

Miguel’s hands are on my hips and then rub along my belly, playing with my soft rolls. I flinch a little as his hand runs over a sore part of my ass. Nealy brushed against one of his lash marks. It stings but he soon returns to my hips, grabbing them and pulling them towards him. I can't tell when but at some point he took off all of his clothes. I feel his hard dick rub against my thigh. It's thick and hot along my skin. I shiver when it prods over my crack then lower.

With no prep he lines his dick up and thrusts right into my slit. The moan that leaves my mouth goes right into Sam’s pussy making her squirm under my mouth. I try my best to keep up with her. Trying to focus on the sweet wet pussy that's in front of me and the hand that is gripping at my skull. Her fingers tightly wrapped in my hair guiding me on how she wanted me to please her.

Miguel didn't waste a minute as he started to relentlessly plow into me. My eyes roll back as he thrusts into me. He physically pushes me harder into Sam but she doesn't seem to care one bit. I moan deeper into her as Miguel hits a soft spot inside me. My walls are already spasminh as he jackhammers into my g spot. It's a direct hit every time he thrusts back into me. There is no rhythm to the way he pounds onto me.

The sound of his grunts fill the air and echo around our room.

I can hardly hear over the sound of my own moans and Sam’s sweet sounds. She's babbling on now but I can't understand what she's saying.

Brain utterly fogged by both pain and pleasure. The smell of my wife has my head reeling and my mind gone.

My ass burns and stings every time Miguel’s narrow hips met me. The sound of our flesh meeting is loud and sticky. Between sweat and fluids is a nasty mess between us. My breathing starts to get heavy, lungs burn for air. With what energy I had left all I could do was try my best to tongue fuck Sam. Her tight hole slowly started to open for me as I lapped at her walls. Her juices spilled down my chin.

Soon enough she was squealing and ripping at my hair. Bucking her hips against my face I felt her walls contract against my tongue. She bucked one last time before I felt it, a warm spray of liquid filled my mouth. I moaned as I felt her cum spray into my mouth. She went boneless under me.

I gently flicked my tongue at her clit to play with her. I couldn't breathe but I didn't care as my attention was pulled to Miguel again.

His hips dug into my ass as he trusted as deep and hard as he could. I could feel his muscular front against my back as he laid over me. His cock hit the very bottom of my pussy. Pushing at my cervix like a button. It felt so but but at the same time so bad. It was like he was trying to ram into my womb.

“Tell me you know what you did was wrong! Tell me right now! I won't let you cum until you tell me you know how bad you are!” he howls into my ear

“I know I was wrong! Papí I'm sorry! I'm sorry Mommy! I promise not to do it again! Please let me cum!” my pussy clenches. I can't hold on much longer. With the way he hammers into me it won't be long until I bust.

“Take this load! Cum for us! Now Reader!” he thrusts as deep as possible and sprays my insides with his hot cum. My whole body locks up and my vision goes white.

I couldn't tell how long we where there for.

When I came back to my senses I was no longer between the both of them. I was laid beside them both at the top of our bed. I could feel his seed leaking out of my puffy cunt. Dripping from my whole and into my ass crack, the bed fully ruined now. My ass was finally numb and could no longer feel the sing of Miguel’s punishment.

Sam played with my hair a little, gently messaging my scalp. She hummed a little as she did it and just looked at me. Her eyes where once again soft and loving. No longer filled with sadness or even a hint of pity for the punaihment her and Miguel gave me.

Kisses lingered over the other side of my Beck. Plush lips kissed along my collarbone up by the junction of my neck. Hot breath fanned over the air as he pulled away just a little bit.

“Don't worry amar, hopefully, one day soon we will make you into a real Mama. You took your punishment very well.”

A shiver went up my spine at his words. I felt hands wonder over my puggy stomach over so gently.

Deep down I hoped he was right.

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earthry · 9 months

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Could you possibly do hc’s for Secondo with a reader who is very sweet and bubbly and who is in their own band? :)))

Absolutely holy shit yes ✨💕

mostly sfw, suggestive content towards the end but kept vague, fluff and romance, papa emeritus ii x gn!reader

Meeting Secondo

Ghost and your band were both attending an annual music award ceremony— most people were steering clear of Ghost with the ghouls all crowded together and Secondo looking menacing in his full regalia and staff. You, however, were excited to see them! Your band wasn’t too popular, but had been lucky enough to be nominated for a minor category to reckon an invitation. You enjoy their music so you’re happy to meet them.

You introduce yourself with a smile, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you cheerily hold your hand out for a shake. You are the complete opposite of Secondo— bright colors decorated with cute butterfly motifs, cheery laugh lines kissing the corners of your eyes. All the ghouls stop talking, their gazes pinned on you and for a moment, there’s no response from Secondo except for silently regarding you almost analytically.

When there’s no response and several beats pass, you deflate visibly at the lack of response and begin to withdraw your hand. Before you can fully bring your hand back however, Secondo moves to take it in his.

You expect him to shake your hand, but he doesn’t. Instead, he brings it up to his lips and presses the gentlest kiss you’ve ever felt against the back of your hand. You can feel heat begin to spread across your cheeks, coursing through your veins as you fight yourself not to stutter. His voice is a low purr when he finally speaks.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please forgive my rudeness— I simply have not seen such a light shine like you before.”

Becoming Friends, Falling in Love

The two of you go separate ways, your bands touring on what seems like the other side of the world from each other. You give him your number, and your warm glow of enthusiasm and the way your eyes fall into crescents when you are happy are too captivating to resist. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Secondo can’t seem to stop himself from texting you often. He is new to the concept of sending memes and funny videos to each other but he catches on quick. He often catches himself chuckling at his phone when he opens up messages from you and more than once has his ghouls asked him about it.

You are much different from most people he’s met; but most of all is that you were not scared of him and you did not expect anything of him. He was simply Secondo to you. Not Papa Emeritus II, not the man he hates that the Ministry has molded him into. Of course he’s still a sarcastic bitter old man, but you are never deterred. You bounce back twice as eagerly with a smile just as bright and he finds himself weak to it.

It’s a slow burn. Of selfies and landscapes sent back and forth while the two of you travel separate ways. Watching blurry YouTube clips of each other’s concerts, mouthing the words and closing your eyes while you listen, trying to pretend you’re there. Phone calls on speaker as you putter in the green room before a show— sometimes one of you will get ready a little sooner simply so the two of you could chat and apply makeup together at the same time. It felt like closeness, like a pact or a secret place only you two knew. Your band mates and Secondo’s ghouls learned not to bug the two of you during these little makeup dates (though the two of you would also deny it as a dates) unless it was an emergency.

Before every one of his shows, you always send Secondo a text message right before the ritual starts, wishing him luck and to be safe. You tell him you are cheering for him and you wish you could be there. You send an impressive amount of emojis and all he sends back is a thumbs up emoji but you know he’s over the moon, you know he doesn’t feel quite settled or ready enough until you send that message and so you never forget to.

Reunion

You fall back in orbit at the next music awards ceremony, and suddenly you’re back in the same spot you were only a year ago. This time, you don’t have to introduce yourself but Secondo takes your hand and brings it to his lips again all the same.

“Tesoro mio, it’s been a while, si?”

You don’t kiss until you are in the privacy of his hotel room, his hands around your wrists pinning them above your head as he hungrily devours your lips. They are exactly as he’d thought they’d taste and sweeter.

Perhaps this is also the first time Secondo is met with smiles and giggles in the bedroom as you undress and let him take you. He finds that you are easily ticklish and that the petals of laughter coaxed from you are beginning to become his favorite sound.

#the band ghost #secondo #ghost band #ghoul #ghost bc #papa secondo #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii #secondo x reader #papa ii #papa 2 #papa emeritus x reader #headcanons #asks

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Hesitate (Rose Lavelle X Singer!Reader)

Request: Reader is Famous and releasing a music video. The team watches it, not realizing that it’s actually a relationship reveal or that rose is remembering how you two shot it.

Basically it’s just team chaos and Rose x Reader romantic fluff with a touch of humor mixed in inspired by the song Hesitate by the Jonas brothers.

Authors note: Hey dudes, I had fun with this one, so i really hope you enjoy it! Hit me up with Requests (especially baby reader or ABO ones) and comments. Its super motivating to hear what you guys think!

Rose rolled her eyes at her friends, not for the first time. Hell, probably not for the 50th time in the past hour.

She understood that they were all excited for your new single and music video drop, but they were annoying the shit out of her.

“Come on Rosie, get hype with us,”

“No.”

She didn’t want to get hyped. Not without you there. It was why she didn’t even want to attend the team's stupid watch party. She didn’t want to see your face on the projector they used to watch film. She didn’t want to watch the music video the two of you had created together with her friends.

She just wanted to stay under the covers and call you while it came on. While the world found out your secret.

But here she was.

“I heard that this album is more romantic than the last one,” Lindsey said, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth, as you answered a few more fan questions.

Rose had to hold back her hum. She knew just how romantic the album was. She had heard all of the songs in various stages of completion. (It kinda came with dating).

You had trouble expressing your feelings in words, but it was easy for you when you could sing them.

“I mean, the last one was a depressing breakup album,” Kelley easily pointed out, bumping shoulders with her girlfriend.

“She seems like she’s in a much better place this time,” Kristie chimed in.

Rose knew you were, but she didn’t feel the need to explain that your last album had not been about a girl. Instead, it was about your family.

You had called it your most cathartic album, and frankly, she knew it was. She knew how freeing it was to finally say what you had been waiting to for so many years.

“Why don’t we ask her,” Emily suggested, whipping out her phone far too fast for anyone to feel comfortable.

“Emily no,” Sam gasped, already reaching for her phone.

“Emily, yes,” The defender said back, bolting to the other side of the room and already typing out a comment. “It’ll be fun to watch the other fans freak out,”

And then suddenly they all saw Emily's comment pop up on the screen.

Is the single about your new significant other?

And the stream of illegible comments that followed it from the fans.

Rose rolled her eyes, though she didn’t protest further. You also loved to watch the fans freak out. It was just more fun when she was there to laugh at what they were saying with you.

Hanging out on your album drop night was a tradition the two of you had kept for the 7 years of your relationship.

She was slightly disappointed she wouldn’t be able to be there for your time square album purchase, but she had responsibilities and you understood that.

At least she didn’t have to communicate with you on a public forum. She pulled her phone closer to her face.

You look cute in that bowtie

She typed the text and hit send (not for the first time that night), smirking when your phone pinged with her ringtone on the projector (a version of the fans chanting 7 nation army).

You furrowed your eyebrows as you read the text, and a blush bloomed across your face. You cleared your throat, “You guys know I don’t talk about who the songs are about,”

Your tongue poked out as you read some of the disappointed comments, showing off one of your dimples as your smirk grew. “Plus, I think it’s about time to get this show on the road,”

You wiggled your eyebrows.

“Thank you guys for tuning in and hanging out with me, this is Hesitate. I hope you enjoy,”

You sent one last megawatt smile to the camera and wiggled your fingers as the screen faded to black.

Pitter patters of rain filled the background, and the black screen turned into wet asphalt.

Rose closed her eyes, remembering the sound of the waves as you stood on the concrete pier and the smell of the ocean from the perch you had shot the scene on.

“Love is inherently terrifying. I think that being in love is working through that fear because you would do anything for that person,”

Your voice filled the room as the camera panned up to show you and a mystery girl on the Pier. You ran your finger through the girl's hair, brushing it out of her eyes.

And suddenly, Rose was transported back to that moment, with you.

******

“This is weird,” Rose mumbled, glancing over at you as you both leaned over the pier railing.

“It is, but it'll look cool in the end,” You shrugged, you wouldn’t deny that watching the waves below you while 10 different cameras were trained on you was kinda strange, but it was necessary. It was better than having every movement you were supposed to make scripted. “They’ve gotta have shots for the beginning and ones that they can filter in between the other shots,”

She hummed at the explanation. It made complete sense why you had to do it, but it didn’t change how odd the whole experience felt. But it didn’t feel bad. She was glad about that. It was why it had taken you nearly two years to convince her to be in one of your videos with you.

“So what do we do, just stand here and sway?” She asked, a slight scoff in her voice.

You knew the tone well and were glad it was the playful scorn that indicated some form of enjoyment over her actual annoyed voice.

“For a bit,” You said, turning towards her and grabbing her hand. You brought it up to your shoulder to get ready for the next section of the video. “And then we’ll get ready for the rain scene,”

Her nose scrunched, as her other hand came up to your shoulder and yours fell to her waist. “Do I have to?”

“No,” You chuckled, beginning to sway. “But it’ll be fun,”

She pouted, her head shaking slightly.

You smirked at the expression, glad that she was having an ok time with all of this (especially with how uncomfortable she had been with the idea in the beginning). “Haven’t you ever dreamed of dancing in the rain?”

“No. I’ve played soccer in the rain and that was more than enough for me,” She grumbled, still leaning into you.

“At least this rain will be warm,” You nudged her cheek with your nose.

She rolled her eyes, trying to fight the slight uptick of her lips. Your insistence was pretty adorable, and she was actually looking forward to being able to say that she had danced with you in the rain. “You say that like it’ll change my mind,”

You hummed, hearing the fondness in her tone, mixed with slight anxiety.

You knew rose didn’t believe she was the greatest dancer in the world, but together, the two of you would no doubt look amazing. Especially in a rainstorm.

“I promise I won’t let you fall,” You promised gently, leaning in and pecking her nose.

She chased your lips, her hands sliding off your shoulders to grip the collar of your leather jacket and pulling you back towards her, connecting your lips in a steaming kiss. You let her, savoring the way your lips moved together. Like they were made for each other.

Too late She thought, smoothing your collar as she let you pull away. “I didn’t think you would,”

You very carefully brushed a strand of hair from in front of her eyes, your features suddenly turning serious.

“I would do anything for you,”

The honesty in your voice should have terrified her, but it didn't. It sent a warm feeling through her chest. It made her feel safe, and it made her love you that much more. The earnest side of you was her favorite after all.

You slowly leaned forward, connecting your foreheads, pulling her a bit closer to you by your hands on her waist, and carefully beginning to rock to the rhythm of the music.

She noted how gentle your hands were on her. How you molded yourself to her with so much care. How you held her like she was the most important thing in the world.

She was after all.

You placed another very soft kiss on her nose and her cheek, starting to hum the words to the song like they were meant just for her.

They were after all.

“Pull me close and hold me tight, don’t be scared I’m on your side. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,”

She knew you meant those words, and she instinctively pulled you closer to her with the arms wrapped around your neck. Her fingers gently tangled in the baby hairs at the back of your head, scratching lightly at your skin.

It reminded her of the first time she had ever heard that part of the song. How the early morning light was filtering through the windows of your shared Seattle apartment, clueless to the fear coursing through her. You both had just gotten your schedules for the year, and between your tour schedule and her soccer schedule, your days together had been limited to under 50. It had been scary, but in the morning light, you promised the two of you would make it through. Together.

You had kept your promise.

She tilted her head up, just slightly unable to fight the urge to connect your lips softly. You hummed in surprise, but leaned into it nonetheless, unbothered by how it had probably ruined the take.

You would never complain about kissing Rose. Ever.

You pulled back, smiling gently down at her. “What was that for?”

“Do I have to have a reason to kiss you?” She smirked back, her finger playing with the curls at the very back of your neck.

You shook your head lightly. “No, I’m just surprised. You’ve kissed me twice today,”

“I’m full of surprises baby,” Her eyes glimmered with the words, and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “Trust me, I know,”

You did know. Rose seemed to make it her mission in life to keep you on your toes, and you loved it. Your banter was one of your favorite aspects of your relationship, and you were glad that it hadn’t faded in the six years that you had been together.

You pulled her back into you, beginning to sway to the music again, enjoying the way she felt pressed up against you.

“There's nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” You hummed to the song, twirling her away from you and rolling her back in so her back was to your front.

Her little giggle made you smile, and you couldn’t fight the urge to kiss her cheek again. She made you feel giddy. Like a small child, and you loved it.

You twirled her again, and pulled her close, rocking her as the song loop restarted.

“Cut!” The director yelled, pulling you out of your moment with Rose, and drawing both of your attention to him.

You liked Tony. Despite his outward cockiness, he had always treated you well, and his partner Steve was an absolute sweetheart.

He passed his assistant his shiny aviators and took his clipboard as he approached the two of you, and you leaned away from rose slightly, just because you could never focus when she was so close to you.

“That was amazing you two,” He smiled widely at you, patting his clipboard. “I think the chemistry between you is off the charts on camera,”

Rose’s cheeks flamed at his assessment, and you couldn’t help but kiss them again.

“Thanks,”

“We’ve got everything that we need for the first scene. Are you two ready for the water scenes?” He asked, glancing down at his clipboard.

You made eye contact with Rose. It was her comfort that really mattered to you. “You ready?”

“With you, always,” She hummed, leaning further into you.

“Then let's do it,”

*****

“It’s gotta be weird filming these things,”

Rose blinked up at the sound of Lindsey’s voice, and Kelley’s little nudge to her shoulder.

She shared a look with the older defender, blushing at being caught daydreaming.

“Like imagine actually dating her while she’s doing things like this with some random actress,” Lindsey continued, completely oblivious to the silent conversation happening next to her.

Rose had to agree though. Watching you do music videos with random actresses (or random singers) was a very very weird experience.

She was proud to say that the only one that had ever sparked her jealousy was your performance of Senorita with Camila at the VMA awards, and that was because the young singer didn’t seem to understand that you were already in a committed relationship.

Maybe that's part of the reason she had agreed to do the music video with you. Maybe she was just ready to be out to the world with you.

She was so proud to be yours and you hers that you wanted to share it.

“It’s interesting that they haven’t shown her face yet though,” Sam added, gesturing towards the screen where they could see the girl back, surrounded by white sheets and too fluffy pillows.

Your finger dragged against her cheek as you transitioned into the first chorus, and she had to admit that it looked amazing and romantic, despite how awkward she had felt filming it.

******

You flipped your hand, holding Rose’s palm up with your own.

“Just relax,” You smiled impishly at her, moving your joined hands in slow circles through the air just above your faces. You pushed and pulled, making random shapes in the air for a long minutes before you dragged your fingers down to intertwine with hers.

“You’re a dork,” Rose chuckled, rolling her eyes when you brought the back of her hand to your lips.

“Hmm, but I’m your dork. Only yours” You smirked back, glad that she was at least having an OK time despite all of the cameras. You knew that this was the scene she had been most nervous about. It was the most intimate, with her in a tank top and you in just a crew neck, surrounded by fluffy white sheets.

She let out another low chuckle, using her other hand to brush a curl out of your eyes. “You are,”

“And you’re mine,” You said. You felt the honesty in your words, and you knew that Rose did too. You pulled her hand to your chest, right over your heart.

“I will take your pain. And put it on my heart. I won't hesitate. Just tell me where to start” You hummed softly, staring into Rose’s blue eyes like it was only the two of you here in this moment.

She couldn’t help herself.

She leaned over you, bracing herself with a hand next to your head, her lips very close to yours. “I thank the oceans for giving me you, you saved me once now ill save you too. I won’t hesitate for you,”

You hummed the words in tandem, and you knew that she meant them as much as you did.

You let go of your connected hand, instead choosing to wrap it around her hip, steadying her.

“Am I yours?” She asked coyly, her breath fanning across your lips.

You unconsciously licked yours, smirking.

You surged forward, dropping your hand from her hip to the back of her thigh, using the momentum to flip your positions.

“You are,” You hummed confidently, leaning down to very gently connect your lips with her.

“Don’t you ever forget it,” She mumbled against your lips, her hand wrapping in the collar of your shirt to pull you down even further into her.

“And cut,” Tony’s voice broke you out of the moment, and you jerked back, nearly falling off the bed.

“Great job you two. Your chemistry is unparalleled,” He continued. “Now I just need some shots of y/n singing,”

Your cheeks flamed just as much as Rose’s did this time. You hadn’t meant to get so caught up. You didn’t like exhibiting the more intimate aspects of your relationship in front of people. The softness was only for Rose’s eyes. It was just so hard not to with Rose. She made you feel things so deeply, and even now it was difficult to keep your hands to yourself when you were with her.

You cleared your throat. “Can do,”

Rose smirked at you, nudging your ribs under the covers. You glared at her.

Tony clapped, smiling brightly at you.

“Maybe recreate the moment with Rose's hand on your chest?” He suggested.

You nodded, intertwining your fingers with Rose’s. You kissed the back of her hand and pulled it back down to your chest, right over your heart.

You were sure she could feel how quickly it was beating.

“Like this?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at where he was stationed behind one of the camera screens.

“Rose lean in just a bit, and you look directly at the ceiling” He directed, his fingers fluttering as she shifted down on the pillow and closer to you. So close that her nose nudged your cheek, helping to relax the sudden tension that had overcome you.

Relaxing you enough so you could feel natural.

“Perfect,” He called out, and you glanced at him from the side of your eye, staring directly up at the camera placed above your head. “if you could just say the I’m yours again, and then we’ll take it from the chorus,”

“Sure,” You hummed.

Rose chucked from beside you, moving her nose against your cheek again. You wouldn’t want to do this type of video with anyone else.

******

“I mean, they have to be close to each other,” Emily said, waving her hand towards the screen. Rose had to agree. Though the shot again didn’t show her face, it did show the way her nose pressed into your cheeks, even as you moved your joined hands to your heart.

“Look how comfortable they look together,” The defender continued, oblivious to Rose’s thoughts.

Lindsey’s head cocked to the side, “Do you think that this is like an actual relationship reveal?”

Kelley snorted at both of her girlfriends, “Why else would they hide the actress’ face?”

Rose rolled her eyes at the obvious answer, but that was your plan after all.

You wanted the fans to know how important the person in the video with you was. You wanted them to be drawn in and pay attention to how the two of you moved together. That’s exactly what it did.

It still amazed her how you knew how to get your message across to your fans, and the artistry it took to do it with the subtlety and grace that you did.

“Like, how cliche is it to come out in a music video,” Emily cackled, earning a glare from Rose.

You put so much thought into every aspect of what you did, she wouldn’t let her friends minimize that.

“She’s not coming out,” Rose grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “She‘s just revealing her relationship,”

“It’s more than we’ve ever gotten before,” Lindsey shrugged, raising an eyebrow at Rose as the image on the screen changed.

It was a high shot of a full stadium, each fan holding up a light so they looked like stars. All except for one.

The spotlight on you also happened to light up a girl in the audience, but again all the fans would be able to see was her back. Your eyes never left her, despite the camera flying over the audience.

It was an incredible shot, one that conveyed that no matter how much you were singing to the fans, really you were singing to her.

“God, imagining being the only one she’s actually singing to when she’s on stage,” Kelley said, waving her hand at the shot.

“Imagine them actually shooting it,” Sam countered, and Rose couldn’t help but shrug.

*****

The hum of drones was loud, even as you stood together in front of the stage. It was weird to watch the audience file in and still have you next to her.

You almost never got to see the audience trail in with her. You were always backstage, getting ready, or tucked away so no one saw you were a surprise guest before they were supposed to.

But here, with only 500 people, it was easy to stay.

“Don’t worry, Quinn and Lexa will be with you the whole time,” You mumbled, kissing her cheek and pulling her more tightly to your chest.

“I wasn’t worried,” she hummed, her hands scratching over your arms as she leaned back into your warm form.

She wasn’t used to you being so openly affectionate in public, but she couldn’t find it within herself to complain.

She knew you were nervous about her being in the crowd without you. That’s why you had assigned your top security to be beside her, but the fans didn’t know who she was. Not to you anyway.

“I know, but I was,” You muttered, earning a giggle from her.

Your overprotective nature was something the two of you constantly joked about.

“I don’t know what I would do if I lost you,” you added, squeezing her just a bit, unaware of the cameras on you or the microphone recording your conversation.

Rose chuckled, turning in your arms so you were facing each other, and pressing your foreheads together. “You haven’t lost me this far, I’m not gonna go running away now,”

You tensed slightly.

Your relationship had been far from perfect. You had a hard time expressing yourself in the beginning, and your track record in relationships wasn’t great when you met Rose.

But she had stuck with you through the 3 am fight and makeups, through the pressure of your first album and the success that had only brought more pressure, through your growing pains.

She taught you what unconditional love was, and you learned how to let down your walls for her.

You loved her with your whole heart.

“I’d chase you if you did,” You hummed. “You’ve got a piece of me that I’ll never get back,”

“I’ve got no plans to give it back,” She chuckled, tilting her head slightly to connect your lips, her fingers tangling in the little curls at the very back of your neck.

You let out a low groan in your throat, your fingers squeezing her hips gently and pulling her impossibly closer to you.

“Very good ladies,” Tony clapped, and you jerked away from Rose, earning a giggle from her as she caught your shoulders to steady you.

“Oh, Um thanks,” You mumbled, adamantly not looking at the man. You may or may not have forgotten him and the crowd were even there.

Tony smiled gently at you, “We’re ready if you two want to get into position?”

Your fingers flexed around Rose’s hips. You weren’t ready to let her go. You would never be ready.

“We’re going to do the wide shots, and then we’ll clear the stadium for the water shots,” Tony continued with the wave of his hand, already heading back towards the cameras.

“I guess that’s our cue,” You breathed out, all of your attention turning back to Rose.

She smiled gently at you. “We’ll only be apart for like an hour. It’s not gonna kill you,”

You pouted. “I know, but I’ll still miss you,”

“You’re a dork,” Rose rolled her eyes, shoving your shoulder.

You grabbed the limb, pretending to be wounded. “But I’m your dork,”

Rose rolled her eyes again, reaching out and grabbing your belt loops to pull you back to her.

“Say it again for me?”

You leaned closer, connecting your foreheads again.

“I’m yours. Every part of me,” You murmured against her lips, the sincerity dripping through every syllable, even as your lips ticked up into a smirk. “even the crazy music parts,”

Rose’s lips ticked up to mirror your expression. “I’m yours too,” She hummed. “all weird soccer traditions included,”

You tilted forward, connecting your lips again, just as she finished the sentence.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” You said as you parted.

“Now go rock the stage,”

She leaned up and pecked your lips before shoving you away again.

“You better enjoy it,” You huffed, stepping away from her and towards where the stage managers were waiting for you.

“You know I will,” She laughed loudly, moving towards her own waiting managers.

You blew her a kiss before turning away. You would put on a show just for her.

******

“Holy shit,” Rose’s eyes went wide as the sound of the audience overwhelmed the music, and the shot zoomed in over her shoulder so you were front and center.

Then the shot changed, flashing to you in the same position in every scene you had shot. The noise of the audience got louder as the images shifted more rapidly, suddenly going still on a closeup of your face.

It was easy to see you had someone wrapped in your arms, your lips close to her ear.

And then your voice sounded, soft but sincere just over the audience.

I don’t know what I’d do without you. You have a piece of me I’ll never get back. I’m yours.

The scene shifted on screen, pulling out wide to show you holding her at the pier.

The sound of her own voice shocked her. I’m yours too.

But she didn’t have time to process before the song restarted, the bridge building as the rain crashed around the two of you on screen.

“Damn,” Emily muttered, leaning back in her chair.

It truly was an incredible sight, you twirling a girl in the rain on the pier, spliced in with the image of the same dance on the beach and in an entirely empty stadium.

It was a breathtaking shot, but Rose was still caught up in how they had used her voice. How they had taken words that were meant only for you and her.

“Imagine fucking dancing with her in the rain,” Kristie cackled as the video rolled on.

“Imagine her saying that to you,” Lindsey countered.

“And then writing a song about it,” Kelley hummed. Side eyeing where Rose was still frozen on the bed.

She could have sworn that the last, whispered line was Rose. The midfielder also held a strong resemblance to the girl you were with on screen.

She knew the midfielder was in a relationship and had been for a long time, but it couldn’t be with you, right?

Rose let out a low sound of agreement from the back of her throat. It did feel good that you wrote songs about her.

It felt even better that she was one of the first ones to get to hear the songs you wrote. There was nothing quite like you sitting on your living room floor, strumming your guitar to a tune she didn’t quite know, or the two of you listening to a new track in the car for the first time.

“But it’s gotta suck filming rain scenes,” Emily said suddenly. “Like imagine all that cold water crashing around you, and then having to stay out in it,”

Rose shrugged. “It’s warm rain,”

****

“Easy,” You hummed, very carefully steading Rose as she tripped over her own two feet in the sand. “Can’t ruin the outfit before we even get it on camera,”

She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly at you, leaning further into your form. She hadn’t expected the sand on the beach to be so deep. “You’re an asshole,”

You shrugged, your fingers tightening just a bit where they rested just above her hips as she wobbled again. “No, I’d be an asshole if I threw you into the tide,”

You tilted your head towards the water growing closer to your position, just barely away from where the light stands stood. Soon they would be touching, but you didn’t really mind. The production staff had it all planned out anyway, and you were sure they were waterproof considering that the rain was coming.

“You wouldn’t,” She huffed, pinching your side and earning a chuckle from you.

“No, I won’t,” You agreed, chuckling slightly. “It’d ruin the video,”

She actually pushed you this time, earning a louder laugh. “You’re an ass,”

You had expected it. The two of you had been in the sand for hours, taking various shots.

“So you’ve said,” You smirked, pulling her back to you. “Just a few more minutes and we can go back to our hotel and chill,”

You followed that up with a kiss on her forehead, ignoring the low hum of the rain machine above you.

“I still can’t believe you booked a five-star,” Rose mumbled, leaning her head back on your chest. “I don’t even want to know how much it costs per night,”

“I didn’t pick the hotel,” You said, beginning to rock with her again as the rain machine made another noise. “It’s in the production budget or whatever,”

“Just know I plan on putting it to good use,” Rose huffed, moving her body in time with you, trying not to glance up at the machine.

They never told you when they started it, wanting your reactions to be real, but she had learned from the pier not to stare up at it. A face full of water wasn’t very fun, not when the droplets were made to show up on screen.

“How very economic of you,” You chuckled, twirling her gently before pulling her back.

“I’m nothing if not pragmatic,” She said back seriously as the machine above you gave a loud whoosh and the water started to fall.

“It’s one of the reasons I love you,” You mumbled sweetly, kissing her hair again.

“Is it?” She asked, letting you twirl her again, her hair spinning out in the rain.

“Hmm,” The sound came from the back of your throat, your eyes following her form as you spun her again, before rolling her back towards you.

She batted her eyes at you. “Tell me more,”

“Well,” You rolled your own eyes, swaying as the song restarted. “How do I love thee, let me count the ways,”

Her lips ticked up at your mention of Shakespeare. While she loved his work, she knew you weren’t a major fan. You still sat through every production she wanted to see for her.

She also knew you had memorized the poem, and translated it into the song All of Me just for her.

“Are you going to quote the poem for me?”

You shrugged, seeming unbothered by the water crashing around you. “I wasn’t, but I can if you want,”

She hummed. “Your own poems are fine,”

You blushed, even as cool water washed over your face, leaning in and kissing her gently. “I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, every day we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours,”

She couldn’t help but laugh at the quoted line from her favorite movie. “So are you my Noah?”

“And cut!” Toney bellowed before you could answer, and the rain ceased with as much vigor as it had started. “While I love your chemistry still, we can’t use any direct quotes, so try and keep it off the cuff,”

“That was off the cuff?” You pouted, whipping a fallen curl out from in front of your eyes and into the rest of the hair plastered to your head by the rain.

“Yeah, she’s just a dork who is good at memorizing literature to pull out at random moments,” Rose agreed.

It had been a quark you had since high school. One she had grown to cherish.

“I’m not a dork,” You grumbled.

“You are,” Rose cackled, shoving your shoulder, laughing harder when your pout deepened.

“Fine, but I’m only your dork,”

“This is what im talking about,” Tony interrupted you, as you pulled Rose closer to you. “Keep it out of copyright law,”

You rolled your eyes, waving your hand dismissively. “Shakespeare is in the public domain,”

“Not the point,” Tony said seriously, frustration breaking into his tone for the first time. “Give me something organic to work with,”

The problem was that it was organic from you. It was easier to talk using the words of others than it was to use your own. Especially when there were hundreds of cameras on you.

It was easier for you when you were alone with Rose, or you felt alone at least.

You gave him a node and he spun on his heel waving his hands towards the cameramen.

“From the top,”

You took a deep breath as the rain machine creaked above you, wrapping your arms around Rose's waist as hers found their way to your shoulders, her fingers tangling in the damp curls at the back of your neck.

“I’ll be your Noah too, if that’s what you want me to be,” You whispered conspiratorially, toying with the back hem of her shirt.

“Let’s keep our clothes on until we get to the stupid fancy hotel,” Rose said back, equity as soft, her voice dipping. “And then you can show me how much of that scene you remember,”

You wiggled your eyebrows at her change in octave, beginning to sway as the music started. “As you wish,”

She slapped your shoulder at the line, shaking her head, just as the rain restarted around you.

“Shut up and dance with me,”

You smirked at your own line being repeated to you. “Remember we need to be organic,”

*****

“How do you know that?” Emily asked, pulling Rose back into reality.

She blinked at her friends and their accusing faces, how was she supposed to tell them?

Again the music on screen paused and she turned just in time to see the closeup of your face, your drenched curls stuck to your forehead, your lips just inches from the microphone.

You took one breath and then another, the sound echoing through the room just as it had echoed through the stadium.

“Because,” Rose muttered, entirely engrossed in the music video.

The shot slowly pulled out and turned to show herself standing just across from you, close enough that she could almost touch the microphone too.

“I won’t hesitate for you,”

Her on-screen self took a step forward and allowed you to pull her into your arms. “I know,”

“You’re dating Y/n?!”

“Why didn’t you tell us?!”

“Damn,”

“How long?!”

The words of her friends blended together as the two of you shared a long kiss on screen, chaste by any real measure, but obviously full of love. “Yes, I’ll marry you,”

It was genius to cut out your actual proposal. The words you had said while the two of you were alone on stage, another moment when you didn’t know the cameras were rolling. It fit in so well to how you described it, writing your vows before you actually wrote your vows.

The song was a promise to her, and the video showed how much you intended to keep it.

“I’d give it all for you,”

The screen turned black and the words she said yes were written in your messy cursive, and a smaller yes in her own scrawl joined your words.

The squeals of her friends nearly drowned out the last line of the song as they threw themselves at her.

She would give everything for you too.

Even if you were a dork.

“Yes, you’ll get to meet her Sonnett. Stop shaking me,”

#uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #rose lavelle imagine #rose lavelle x reader

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Cigarettes and Cliches (Part 5)

Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader Word Count: 6.0k Genre: Collage AU, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, drinking, smoking, mentions of bullying.

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to stay away you couldn't even if it might cost you everything and leave you heartbroken you couldn't ignore him

Felix had sent you his number over your social before he left to allow you to make a decision if you wanted to text him or not, giving you an out if you didn't want to continue what had happened or allowing you to get to know him better. You waited until that night when you had gone back into your room before you actually saved his number and texted him not really sure what or how to proceed, no one had ever kissed you like that before in fact you had only been kissed four times in your life and you were worried that he could tell how inexperienced you were. In the summer between your fourth and fifth year of high school you had decided that you needed to have a little experience before you arrived into university life, that wouldn't interrupt your grades, but two messy make outs and the first time you had sex had left you pretty well sworn off men so you had never show any interest in getting a boyfriend or hooking up again.

Hi Felix, still don't regret it? you typed the same words out at least ten times before you actually pressed send and threw your phone on the bed and changed yourself into your pajamas. Unsure if you were hoping that he would either see it and reply or be too busy to even see it, the universe decided that it would be the former as your screen lit up only a minute later.

Hey, was wondering if you would msg me. I still don't regret it, do you?

Shit, you didn't know what to say to him usually you guessed you could have asked a friend but there was absolutely no way you were asking either Seungmin or Jeongin about how to flirt with a guy they had told you to stay away from. Pulling your hoodie over the tank top you were wearing to bed you went out to the kitchen to get some water to hopefully make you calm down.

Is no answer your way of saying you do? because I won't ever do it again if you don't want me to or are you just shy and overthinking?

Double shit you panicked when you saw your screen lit up when you returned to your room. Taking a deep breath you picked up your phone and just typed hoping he would get how nervous you were about everything "I liked it, I just don't know what happens now, I'm not very experienced with any of this" you were totally sure that he would laugh at you now and tell you that you should just be friends.

I want to get to know you, nothing has to happen if you don't want it to

His sweet words made your heart calm down he wasn't pushing you, he wasn't going to just ask for a hookup and he seemed to still be genuine I would like that Felix, I need to get some sleep I will talk to you tomorrow? you watched as he saw the message and instantly replied.

Night, I will talk to you tomorrow then

You held your phone to your chest feeling happy but also scared, you knew after everything that happened you shouldn't get involved with Felix but you couldn't help it. He was gorgeous, sure but it was the side of him that he seemed to hide from the others the soft sweet Felix that you were attracted to and unfortunately you were already too far gone now to save yourself. He wasn't going to hurt you more than Nali already had so you were willing to give it a chance at least for now.

Waking up to the sounds of Seung and Innie making too much noise was not unusual for you but the third and fourth voice were different, getting up you quickly washed up and changed into sweats so that you were not in your pajamas and made your way out. Surprised was a little bit of an understatement when you found all eight of them sitting at the dining table or lounging on the couches trying there hardest to be quiet by texting each other instead of speaking.

"You're up" Seungmin ginned from the kitchen pulling your mug from the cupboard to fill with coffee.

"Thank fuck texting while in the same room is stupid" Minho groaned his head falling back on the couch to see you with lopsided smile on his lips.

"Sorry about that I didn't know were were having some early morning get together today?" you furrowed your eyebrows as you made your way over to get you coffee your phone beeping as you went. You pulled it out and saw a text from Felix you look cute this morning while you tried your hardest not to look at him or blush.

"Well we have some good new we heard through the grapevine and we wanted to see your face if it was true" Chan smiled at you affectionately.

"Good news?" you repeated still looking confused while you sipped your coffee.

"Check your school email" Jeongin pushed you softly towards your laptop that was still sitting on the table from the night before.

"Alright, alright Innie" you sighed dramatically pulling the device over to you and opening it to allow it to boot up, trying also to not blush as the way Felix's hand happen you brush against your leg then rest on top of your knee from where he was already sitting at the table. After the few moments it took to wake up you logged into your email account to see what Jeongin was on about. At the top of your inbox sat an email from the university administrators account marked with a reg flag to show it's urgency, clicking on it it opened and you saw several attachments including the minutes from the meeting you had with the head of the university. You clicked the first letter that was attached and read through it twice before you smiled slightly.

"Well?" Han whined "The suspense is killing me".

"The university have finished their investigation and decided that it was in fact an act of bullying against me and an act of defamation against all of your characters" You smiled looking up at them as the all as they watched you read the letter intently "Nali has been found to be the main perpetrator of this and five of her friends have also found to be 'lacking in the correct character', whatever that means, all six will be expelled immediately and will be required to leave campus by no later than the end of the week".

"Yes! you did it" Changbin grinned at you pumping his fist in the air.

"They are also forwarding a copy of the findings to the police should I want to pursue this further" you finished smiling wider "So it's over then?"

"See you were so brave and it paid off" Seungmin patted your shoulder.

"So we should go get food to celebrate" Changbin suggested.

"You always want to get food" Han rolled his eyes teasing him effortlessly.

"Of course because food is delicious" you added winking at Changbin who laughed loudly.

"Did you want to change or go now?" Jeongin asked quickly putting his hand out to stop you getting out of the chair.

"Seung says I'm cute in sweats I'll have you know Innie" you stuck yout tongue out at him "but I can change so I don't embarrass you" you pouted as he let you stand going to your room again to change.

"Innie that was a dick thing to say" Chan chastised quietly.

"She knows I didn't mean it Chan it's fine" Jeongin laughed making you roll your eyes from your room. It's true you knew he wouldn't make you change and normally you would have told him to get stuffed but Felix was there and it wouldn't hurt to look a little nicer. You slipped into dark blue jeans and a cute little shirt before throwing a cardigan over the top.

"Innie, are pink sweats acceptable?" You yelled through the wall hearing Seungmin laugh which meant Jeongin was rolling his eyes.

"I swear you spend your whole life in sweats except when you go to work no wonder you never get guys attention" Jeongin began rambling as you picked up a purse and opened the door to watch him continue his little rant "you look like one of the guys I'm surprised people don't think we have a male room mate....and you look so pretty right now" he finished quickly as he saw you.

"Aw thanks Innie" you giggled as he flushed "Now can we get food I'm starving" the guys all nodded before beginning to discuss where to go leaving you able to steal a little glance at Felix who was trying to not stare at you which made heat flood your cheeks.

You followed them down the hallway when your phone beeped again Now you look extra cute his message read making you swallow hard and slip your phone into your pocket so the others wouldn't see what he had sent. After pulling the door shut after everyone you made your way to the elevator leaning with your back against the wall you decided to be brave and text him back.

Flirt, but you look cuter you typed quickly pressing send before Hyunjin pulled you into a conversation.

"So now that the mean girls are gone will you give going out a shot? We would make sure you had fun" Hyunjin smirked.

"Maybe" you shrugged watching as Felix pulled his phone from his pocket to check the text he had just received, you saw him smile his eyes flicking you yours for a moment before he put it quickly back in his pocket "who knows maybe I should have a more normal uni experience since that is what Seung and Innie have been going on about for the last two hundred years" you chuckled as both of them groaned in unison.

"We will never live that down will we?" Seungmin sighed looking at you.

"No, not until you say something else that royally annoys me to take its place" you smile sweetly.

The announcement of the expulsions and the reminder of the correct behavior and etiquette towards fellow students was made later that afternoon in a detailed email that was sent to every enrolled students email address as well as their official website and as a press release. The need to show that they had indeed taken action after an investigation and that the students who had broken the university's tenants were swiftly punished was needed to show the city and the rest of the academic world throughout the country that it was indeed a first class school to be trusted. You weren't surprised by that at all in fact you were sure that would happen regardless of the outcome but you were surprised when people sent you messages of support through your socials and email. You knew that the police case would need to happen but until then at least you could attend your lectures again without the worry of what people would say or do.

By the time you got back to the apartment with Seungmin and Jeongin you were still floating on your own little happiness cloud. Felix had flirted with you over text a dozen more times before you all split ways and you felt like you heart was going to skip a beat every time his eyes met yours. He seemed to be so different to how you had seen him before, just another hot fuck boy, but he was genuinely a good guy and so were Minho and Hyunjin. It surprised you how your feelings on them had done a total 180 since meeting them but you were glad that they did.

"You seem actually happy, it looks good on you" Seungmin patted your head as he made his way further into the apartment.

"I am happy but I'm still a little torn that Nali has ruined her education over a guy who had no interest in her in the first place" you admitted softly.

"It's not sad its fucked up" Jeongin rolled his eyes "who goes after their own friend instead of just talking to them about it?".

"She did talk to me about it, she was just too far gone on Felix to think that I was a threat to her being with him" you shrugged "As if I was the reason they weren't a thing".

"It's stupid and insane really, you are too good for Felix anyway why would she even think he would be interested in you?" Seungmin chucked looking at you while you tried to keep your face neutral.

"I guess because I was the one who answered the door bell camera" you furrowed your brows together "she wouldn't have know about me otherwise".

"I'm sorry you lost friends over this" Jeongin smiled at you sympathetically "but you still have us".

"I would say I gained friends actually" you smiled looking at him fondly. "I didn't know I was going to end up with six more friends who treat me better than the few I lost".

"Yeah I'm pretty sure any of us would look after you now which is a little annoying that we have to share you" Seungmin teased dramatically.

"Uhuh and Hyunjin's the dramatic one" you laughed enjoying that it was back to somewhat normal now.

"Were going out tonight if you want to come?" Jeongin added hopefully.

"Where are you going because that will decide my answer Innie" you teased knowing full well that you would probably still say no.

"Its a house party" Seungmin laughed going into the kitchen as you flopped down on the couch.

"Right, no thanks I don't like drunk frat boys" you rolled your eyes.

"House parties aren't frat parties you know" Jeongin defended "this one is a guy in my faculty he's not a frat guy it will be more low key than that".

"How about I think about it. If its really going to be that small I'll go" you humored him knowing you still didn't want to go but if you were ever going to attend a university party a smaller tamer one was your best option to not get too overwhelmed. Your phone ringing ended the conversation there as you looked to see your mother's picture flash up on your screen.

"Hi mama" you answered still smiling at Jeongin who was disappointed he couldn't keep trying to convince you to go with him.

"You are coming home next week for your semester break" your mother's strict voice loudly announced into your ear making you wince.

"Oh I will need to check my schedule" you blinked opening your laptop.

"Your schedule is empty you will be free to come home you are well aware of the rules we have young lady" she continued loudly her voice changing to a meaner tone.

"I mean my school schedule mama, I can't spend any time with you if I have to study for a test or essay that is in the first week back" you explained swallowing hard.

"Oh, of course your school schedule. That is acceptable" she replied curtly waiting for you to check your calendar. You really didn't want Seungmin or Jeongin to meet your parents in person, you didn't want anyone meeting your parents if you were being honest they could be exceedingly harsh if they weren't happy with something and you didn't want them forcing you to move out or forcing you home again which is why before even starting university you told them you would return for all breaks that you could to ensure a safe separation between them and the rest of your life.

"I have three tests in the first week, a essay worth 25% the following week that I am submitting my second draft tomorrow and then a half year exam so I will need to study full time over the next few weeks mama" you rattled off hoping that would be a good enough excuse to stop them coming.

"I will discuss this with your father than" she snipped "but we did not raise you to be so lazy, you should be ready to submit your final essay by now not a second draft what have you been wasting your time on? Have you gotten a boyfriend? your father will drag you home if you have"

"No mama, I may have let one subject slip slightly but I am currently at the top of three other classes" you defended softly not wanting to upset her further, looking up you saw both Seung and Innie frowning deeply at the conversation you were having making you feel even more ashamed of how lazy you must seem to them.

"Hmm, I guess that will have to do I want you to send your test results through for us to be sure you are working hard enough" she finally huffed hanging up without another word.

"Is that seriously how she speaks to you? like all the time?" Seungmin asked softly his eyes turning sad.

"Yeah but she isn't as harsh as my dad can be, hopefully my test scores will be enough to make them happy again" you smiled weakly fiddling with the cuff of your sweater.

"They shouldn't speak to you like that, they should be proud of you and supportive" Jeongin frowned harder.

"They have always been like this Innie. It is totally fine I'm used to it" you swallowed getting up to go hide in your room for a while. You could almost sense that they were going to start whispering about it and maybe even tell the others and you were a little torn they were your parents, you knew they loved you in their own way even if it was perhaps harder than how other parents love their children.

Sighing you flopped down on your bed and blinked back the tears that almost always came to your eyes when you spoke to your mother. Taking your phone out of your pocket and staring at it you texted the one person who currently made you feel good about yourself.

Felix, are you busy? you typed quickly hoping you weren't interrupting him.

For you I'm always free his reply almost instantly appeared on your screen making you feel a little lighter.

Are you going to the party with Seung and Innie? you typed trying to think up something to talk about with him with so you could have at least a little of his time.

I'm thinking about it, Hyunjin wants to go and Minho has been hooking up with a chick that will be there so probably you weren't sure if that was a good thing or not since you really didn't want to think about Felix with someone else. Are you going?

You weren't going and you already know that but maybe if you did you could spend some more time with him you were mulling over when his next message popped onto the screen I'm not pressuring you promise, you don't have to if you don't want to.

Innie asked me to go but I'm not sure that I should you typed back honestly you didn't want to ruin anyone else's night with your awkwardness.

If you change your mind we can hang out just let me know when you get here. No pressure baby your eyes widened he had never called you baby before, he had never used anything other than your name, you felt a jolt of excitement run through you. If he was wanting more you could at least give him a little more than secret conversations and that one kiss that you had shared that you couldn't stop thinking about.

Rolling off your bed you looked through your closet quickly not having any idea what you should be even wearing to something like a house party, would jean do? were you supposed to dress up? would you need to start on your makeup now so it looked good? With too many questions and not enough experience you decided to bit the bullet and ask Innie what you should wear and let him get stupidly excited that you were going with them. Opening your bedroom door you stuck your head out and saw Seungmin pulling ingredients for dinner out of the fridge and Jeongin sitting on the couch on his phone.

"Hey Innie are you busy?" you smiled hopefully as he turned his head towards you.

"What can't you reach now?" he laughed at you getting up slowly.

"Oh it's not something I can't reach it's just I need a little bit of help with something" you explained quickly while confusion bloomed on his face "I need some help with an outfit".

"You what?" his face lit up as you heard the distinct sound of crashing from the kitchen as you ducked back into your bedroom with Jeongin hot on your heels.

"That means you are coming with us right? Because we are going to have so much fun and the other guys will be there so you have nothing to worry about" Jeongin started rambling throwing open your closet door to look at your options.

"Look this isn't some scene from a drama where you give me a make over I just need some advice that's all" you groaned realizing that this was perhaps a terrible idea.

"So wear your ripped jeans, this cropped shirt and your sneakers" Jeongin instructed looking like he was still in thought "you can wear softer make up to make it look less casual if you want then just a long necklace and maybe some rings".

"Not going for a lot of attention after all" Seungmin laughed from your doorway no doubt finding what you were sure was a dumbfounded expression on your face funny "Can't actually believe you would come with us".

"Well I wasn't going to but then after my mother called I thought maybe it would be a good idea since the semester is over tomorrow and I just lied to her to get out of going home for the break" you admitted softly.

"She really shouldn't talk to you like that and we are both sorry she does" Jeongin patted your hair carefully "You are a far harder worker than either of us and we are still doing well in our classes so you shouldn't feel bad".

"Thank you, when are you going to be leaving?" you asked looking at the clothes on the bed that Innie had chucked there.

"You have pleanty of time we will eat first then go about 9" Seungmin smiled broadly at you.

"I'll tell the other's you are coming so that they are slightly less disgusting than usual" Jeongin joked moving to leave you to get changed.

"No let them have fun I have seen them drunk anyway" you laughed feeling bad for impinging on their night out.

You had eaten and then gotten ready, still feeling a little out of place with the whole idea that you were actually on your way to a party that would have made your parents furious with you after lying about your workload, but the other part of you felt rebellious and free doing something that you knew was so forbidden to you. You hadn't messaged Felix knowing that either Seung or Innie will have told all of them you were coming too so you hope he wouldn't be unhappy to see you. Walking inside a random open front door that had music pumping away was a odd sensation like ignoring all the times you were told not to get into strangers cars but also slightly alarming considering how drunk some people already were making Seung chuckle as he guided you back towards the lounge where the others probably were.

"Woah, so the message was real" Han crowed loudly making Chan and Changbin turn your way as the three of you made your way through the crowd to them.

"Well I couldn't say no forever could I?" you teased easily falling into the comfort of them surrounding you.

"That's true couldn't have you breaking Innie's little heart now could we" Chan laughed easily his dimples on full display and Changbin moved over and patted the arm of the couch he was sitting on.

"Sit, Innie can go get you a drink and we will look after you" Changbin grinned widely making you giggle as you sat on the arm of the couch and Seung sat on the one opposite you next to Han.

"So what quintessential experience is this supposed to be exactly?" you asked sarcastically as Innie handed you a plastic cup filled with soda.

"Well usually it would be getting drunk and hooking up but you aren't going to do either of those things are you?" Seungmin shrugged "So I guess it's laughing at other drunks and making fun of these guys when they strike out"

"Achievable I say" you smirked taking a sip of your drink while Han protested loudly. You hadn't seen Felix, Hyunjin or Minho since you arrived and you thought about texting Felix but decided that you would just wait to see how things went.

"What are you doing for semester break?" Changbin asked bumping his shoulder against your hip.

"I have nothing planned yet" you smiled putting your cup down next to theirs as you turned to look at Changbin while you spoke to him.

"So you aren't going home then?" he tilted his head watching you closely as he spoke.

"No, my parents wanted me to but I told them I need to study for tests that I have first week back" you bit your lip nervously admitting to acting so childishly.

"Then you can spend more time hanging with us! It would be nice to hang out without always having your little bodyguards around" he winked cheekily.

"My bodyguards?" you chuckled confused.

"He means your room mates" Chan grinned raising gesturing to where Seungmin and Jeongin were talking to a couple of girls without moving too far away from you and the others.

"I thought they were your mates?" you raised your eyebrows at them both.

"They are but we thought maybe we could hang out a bit without them get to know you better" Changbin shrugged casually.

"Sure I guess I have to go back to work next week but I'll have free time" you smiled again before you moved to pick your drink up again, you sat sipping at it as you listed to Chan, Changbin and Han talk about random things you saw a familiar face make his way through the people filling up the kitchen, Hyunjin looked like he had come from outside so you pulled out your phone to see if Felix had sent you anything, you started writing the message that you were at the party when you saw Minho getting dragged though the lounge and up the stairs followed by the wolf whistles and cheers of most of the boys in the crowd making you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

"It's only sex" Hyunjin purred as he snuck in beside you.

"Hyunjin!" you squeaked almost dropping your half full cup on Changbin "fuck don't sneak up on people"

"Sorry princess" he laughed heartily at your still scandalized expression and the looks of amusement on the others.

"And its the whole gross cheer squad thing that's ick" you continued glaring at him slightly.

"Oh so if no one cheered you wouldn't care?" his voice was still low and close to your ear.

"I'm sorry to disappoint but I am never going to care where you stick your dick as long as what happened with Nali never happens to me again" you rolled your eyes making Changbin snicker beside you.

"Aw that stings just a little" Hyunjin continued teasing you.

"Sorry I'm just not that into man whores" you shrugged as nonchalantly as you could.

"You tell him tiger" Han cheered laughing at how Hyunjin's eyes widened at your use of their nickname for him Minho and Felix. With all the teasing you almost forgot about Felix not being with them until Hyunjin left to get another drink.

I decided to come to the party if you still want to hang out you sent the message and kept your phone in your hand so you would feel it go off when he answered back but after twenty minutes without an answer you slipped in back into your pocket and excused yourself to find the bathroom.

The bathroom was unfortunately across the hall from the room Minho had found himself in and his lady friend was obviously having a good time from the volume of her voice bouncing off he walls even louder than the music. Rolling your eyes you stepped into the bathroom to find it thankfully empty so you could at least pee without being interrupted, checking your make up you were beginning to feel a little disappointed that Felix hadn't answered you and perhaps didn't want to waste his time with you, straightening you hair you unlocked the door to find yourself watching Felix's figure emerging from a room a pretty brunette leading the way down the stairs making you realize why he hadn't seen your message. Gulping down the pain that began radiating from your chest you made your way down the stairs slowly as to avoid as many people as possible before heading back towards the others.

"You alright?" Chan instantly asked him and Changbin the ones who had obviously drawn the short straws and were your designated babysitters.

"Actually I'm going to head home, I still don't like parties" you smiled tightly as Chan stood up to step round the table towards you "I can get myself home Chan stay, have fun and I'll see you guys around" you quickly turned walking back out the front door passed Seung and Innie who didn't notice you go.

You walked into the front terrace and saw Felix cigarette dangling from his fingers as he talked to Hyunjin and the collection of girls who were hanging around them, watching as Minho returned looking triumphant but alone to join them taking the cigarette from Felix and putting it to him lips. You closed your eyes for a moment and continued your walk out of the apartment block alone wrapping your arms around yourself to keep yourself warm and cursing yourself for not bringing a jumper but also for going in the first place, yes it had been nice to talk to the boys but you could have done that anywhere and it would have been easier then knowing that although he said he wanted to know you he was still happy to fuck whoever came his way while pretending you held his interest. You were angry at yourself for letting your heart think for you when you logically knew that as a fuck boy he was never going to care about you.

You were so lost in your head you completely missed the collection of drunk guys that were leaning against the wall of the outside of the terrace, looking like they had had at least four too many each until you were just passed them and too close to avoid them.

"Hey pretty baby where you going?" he slurred grabbing your arm and swinging you back to look at him, he was taller than you but the way he leaned over you made you feel even smaller in that moment.

"Please let go of me" you asked voice shaking trying to stay assertive and failing as he cracked a twisted grin.

"I don't think I will pretty girl" he got even closer, his breath reeked of cheap beer and his clothes stank with body odor.

"I think you will if you want to keep that hand" Felix growled making the guy flinch and let go of you "That's what I thought tough when you think its easy for you a coward when you will lose" you began rubbing your forearm to try to make the pain go away.

"Preying on girls half your size...tsk" Hyunjin smirked as Minho flanked Felix's other side

"Should we teach him a lesson?" Minho drawled lazily his face expressionless "I think it's an arm for an arm don't you darling" the guy paled further realizing that you did know them and you weren't scared of them.

"Felix don't' you whispered as he took you arm gently in his hands to look over any injury you had.

"You sure? any of us could take him by ourselves you don't have to worry about it" he muttered not wanting to alert the idiot in front of you.

"He isn't worth it" you mumbled "I just want to go home".

"I'll get you back to your place" he smiled before switching back to his normal self "I'm getting her home take care of the trash for me boys" he smirked at the guy before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and walking you away. Once you got to the end of the block Felix let you go so that you were no longer sandwiched to his side.

"Thank you" you smiled shyly shivering slightly from the cold now that he wasn't as close to you.

"Shit are you cold?" he asked quickly shrugging out of his leather jacket and helping you put it on even though it was far too big for you.

"I'm alright, but shouldn't you go back to the party before someone misses you" You almost winced suddenly remembering what you had seen earlier.

"No ones going to miss me" he grinned staying close to your side as you continued walking.

"Not even that girl you were with upstairs?" you weren't meaning to ask him at all let alone blurt it out like that but your mouth had acted faster than your brain had.

"Huh?" he stopped walking grabbing your had to stop you to as he pulled you gently to face him "What are you talking about?".

"I saw you when I was coming out of the bathroom leaving a bedroom with a pretty dark haired girl, I'm not judging I swear, I just thought you would probably be more interested in going home with her than me" you swallowed hard trying to not let any emotion cross your face.

"Oh her! we weren't doing anything together I swear she wants Hyunjin not me and I told her I was taken anyway" He explained his eyes not leaving yours "I told her that although I would love to help her make Hyunjin jealous I have a girlfriend now and I couldn't but that Minho probably would".

You nodded swallowing hard before turning back towards the direction you were walking so not only were you wrong about him hooking up you were wasting your time on him while he was actively seeing someone else.

"Maybe you should get back to your girlfriend then Felix" You sighed tugging your wrist free from his grip and starting to walk again.

"For someone so damn smart you are pretty dense" he groaned catching up with you instantly and grabbing your hand intertwining his fingers with yours "I was talking about you".

"What?" You stuttered out looking at him wide eyed.

"It's easier for me to say I've got a girlfriend then tell them no so they don't get upset, but it also means that while we get to know each other you know I'm serious" he continued smiling "because I want to get to know you".

"But what about when people ask you about your girlfriend?" you asked surprise still coloring your voice.

"Then I will tell them she is beautiful, kind and the sweetest girl you could ever hope to meet" he hummed softly raising your hand to his lips and placing a kiss on your knuckles.

"Felix" you bit your lip as he lowered your hand but kept it in his grasp.

"Besides maybe you will want to give me a chance once you decide if I'm more than just a man whore" he smirked playfully.

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